Another side
Maligned by the Demon Lord, by humans, and tangled in various schemes.
War always comes with ideology.
So, what about the gods who seek to dominate with their ideologies?
“Aiwa.”
“Yes, Master.”
The world of gods has a unique atmosphere.
A world that can only be described as white space, where all the High Seraphim were lost.
With their military strength diminished, Aiwa, the only remaining Seraph, responded to the god’s summons and stepped into this realm.
Or rather, should I say that Aiwa is now the only one who can enter this world of high magic concentration?
Even the heroes she’s been training and have somewhat shaped up would, if they stepped into this realm, be instantly intoxicated by the magic’s density, their minds would cloud over, and they would lose consciousness.
After all, the very source of this magic release is right before her, and the amount of magic produced is orders of magnitude higher.
To withstand this, one would need to be able to move sideways as if unfazed by being hit by Niagara Falls.
While normal for a god who adjusts the world’s magic, for an ordinary person, it is nothing less than generating a potent poison.
Even before such an existence, Aiwa doesn’t shield her lost arm. She adjusts her stance, balances her core, and stands before the god with a resolute demeanor.
“Is the plan progressing smoothly?”
“There are slight delays, but they are within the expected range.”
“Is that so? And the subjugation of that undead?”
“Not yet. If you would permit me to go myself, I could do it right now.”
“No. You are entrusted with the adjustment of the Divine Sword. You have no time to meddle in other matters.”
And as for being summoned here, Aiwa inwardly sighed, “Again?”
She had always recognized the god as short-tempered.
However, it wasn’t always to this extent.
He used to have the patience to observe from afar and discern the times.
But ever since that defeat by the human, the god began to intervene in the world as if in a hurry.
It was as if he were pushing the boundaries, close to violating the very laws of the world, determined to play every card he could.
That in itself is fine.
Indolence in conflicts between gods leads to defeat.
Aiwa welcomed the fact that he had become motivated.
She herself serves this god to fight, so the fact that the god is motivated and preparing for war is more than welcome.
However, she also has a complaint.
“That dullard… may I give it to someone else?”
“…Do you have any complaints?”
The Divine Sword, which has become Aiwa’s partner.
As it is newly born, knowledge has been implanted, but it lacks common sense.
A newborn, innocent being would still have some charm, and Aiwa herself would consider training it.
“I do.”
But it has no intention.
Or rather, it’s better to say it has no interest.
Like master, like sword.
Defining itself as the supreme being, it finds no value in being trained.
Sharpness, durability, special abilities.
Indeed, it can be said to be superior to any existing sword.
A sword created by a god, that is the Divine Sword.
The blade, forged by the Sun God’s flames, can be said to cleave all things.
However, before such a sword, Aiwa clearly called it “dull” to the god without hesitation.
Not a single angel could utter such words.
No, they wouldn’t even think of saying such a thing.
The opponent is a god; words of denial are equivalent to their own annihilation.
Yet, there is no hesitation in Aiwa’s expression.
And there is no displeasure in the god’s emotions.
This is an exchange that demonstrates the influence of a First-Rank Seraph.
“State your case.”
“With a personality that is a monument to self-affirmation, there is no growth, only stagnation. I have no interest in a stagnant Divine Sword. Therefore, it would be better to give it to someone less skilled.”
“Kukukuku. Faced with you, my created Divine Sword is no different from a mere iron sword made by some commoner.”
“If you don’t waste your words, an iron sword might be better.”
“I see. So, the sword should just fulfill its role as a sword?”
“Yes. No matter how you try to excuse it, a sword is a tool solely for killing living beings. No other value is needed.”
And if there is an opportunity, Aiwa will speak her mind clearly.
She is a being with no interest in anything other than fighting.
That’s precisely why, conversely, she can be quite eloquent when it comes to matters of battle.
“Personality-wise, um, what was his name… ah, there was someone, right?”
“I don’t know.”
Despite being given the Divine Sword as a weapon, Aiwa exudes an atmosphere of no regret, wishing instead to get rid of it.
And when she was about to name a successor, a man’s face, so weak that she felt no flicker of interest, vaguely came to mind, but she couldn’t recall his name.
Even when she asked the god, it’s only natural that she wouldn’t get an answer from a god who remembers no one’s name except his hateful brother and his own daughter.
Even heroes are treated as consumables.
Not worth remembering their names.
“…For now, may I entrust the Divine Sword to the one who has volunteered to defeat the Undead King?”
“You are prepared to accept the punishment if it is lost, aren’t you?”
In the end, Aiwa, without recalling the name herself, and driven by a desire to simply pass the Divine Sword onto someone, made a casual proposal to the god, thinking she would remember when she met him.
Such an attitude no longer surprises the god, who knows that Aiwa, having no interest in anything but fighting, will perform well if provided with a battlefield.
Having consistently shown results for millennia, the god now only allows such minor requests.
“If I bear that responsibility, will you send me to the battlefield?”
“Hmph, a woman who eats well.”
Hearing the god’s punishment, one might expect something terrifying, but Aiwa has no fear.
Rather, for her, who desires to be deployed to a harsh battlefield, it is a most welcome prospect.
The god, judging that she might deliberately cause the Divine Sword to disappear,
“Do as you please.”
He had only entrusted the adjustment of the Divine Sword to her; trying to control this Seraph would be too troublesome.
He knew that allowing her freedom as long as she didn’t defy him would make her the greatest asset.
“As you wish.”
Though she says so, the god, seeing her mouth curved like a crescent moon, deduced that another battlefield was about to be created.
But that is a minor matter.
What does it matter if thousands, millions of lives are lost?
As long as she is at the top in the end, there is no problem.
If she obtains the world, that battle-crazed individual will become a useless relic. It might even be better to have her expend her strength here.
That’s why the Sun God used his power and taught her about the moon’s servants lurking in the chaos.
Of course, it was also within calculations that using such power would alert the Moon God.
If we move, the opponent will inevitably have to move.
The more they fight, the more the world is consumed, and the god’s authority increases to restore it.
If that scheme can be created, the reduction of people on the surface is a trivial matter.
“…Was this Divine Sword a failure? I must create a new one.”
And the Divine Sword he had personally created was given a failing grade by the strongest Seraph.
Instead of being angry about it, the god accepted her words and erased the thought of the Divine Sword from his mind.
If Aiwa called it dull, it would eventually disappear.
Having judged so, he merely erased the unnecessary thought.
The balance of the world gradually crumbles.
The god, who cast the dice, has eyes that can see into the future, but even those eyes cannot see what will happen next.
“…”
The god begins to adjust the world in silence.
Aiwa, feeling that work on her back, escapes the white space and begins to walk.
“Now, I have the god’s permission. Let’s prepare for battle.”
Before thinking about what needs to be done, she ponders how to create a battlefield that will satisfy her.
The god’s intentions are irrelevant; as long as she can have a satisfying battle, that’s all that matters.
Her reason for living is on the battlefield.
The intention behind this, or the flow of thought, is unknown.
But one thing can be said.
“Hey, good work with your duties.”
“…”
For Aiwa, insignificant beings are creatures relegated to the realm of forgetfulness.
Returning from the god’s world, and just as she thought she could begin her enjoyable preparations for battle, a gentle man appeared before her, blocking her way.
Carter Isperio.
The wounds from battles and torture were completely healed, and recently, he seemed to be training against heroes, honing his skills.
However, even he was, to Aiwa, just a man on the roadside, not worth remembering.
He spoke to her casually, and for a moment, her eyes narrowed as she thought, “Who is this guy?” but then she remembered that he was the person she had arbitrarily recommended to the god as the wielder of the Divine Sword.
She couldn’t recall his name.
Observing the movements of this man who spoke to her so casually, she could kill him five times in a single second – his skill was still immature.
“Was it you?”
Suppressing her feeling that it was pointless to converse with such an arrogant opponent, she gently turned her body towards him.
“It is a divine oracle. The future owner of the Divine Sword has been decided to be you.”
She deliberately said “divine oracle” to draw his attention.
“Oh, you think quite highly of me.”
“Conversely, knowing that you have done so much, if you don’t produce results… you understand, right?”
“Ah, I understand. Shall the Undead King’s head be my souvenir?”
Expressing emotions is not wrong, but seeing them fluctuate so openly highlights his immaturity, which irritates her.
“Do as you please. I have things I need to do.”
She said what she needed to say, and passed on the task of looking after the sword to this man.
She turned to leave, satisfied.
“Wait for good news.”
“…I hope that will be the case.”
From the voice she heard behind her, she detected arrogance.
Nine times out of ten, he would fail.
She could predict this, but she walked away without saying anything.
Ideally, the combination of a hero and the Divine Sword would be the strongest, not an exaggeration.
In fact, with Carter and the Divine Sword combined, they would likely have easily defeated any average general.
However, the generals under the current Demon Lord are all individuals with the potential to become Demon Lords themselves.
When she fought against the Undead King, Aiwa was reminded of a life-threatening danger she had long forgotten.
Recalling that battle sent a shiver down her spine.
“Ah, wouldn’t it be nice to have a battle like that?”
Aiwa, dreaming with a fleeting wish like a girl waiting for her lover, her expression changed into a smile.
Carter and the Divine Sword’s fate was sealed.
The Divine Sword seems to want to take revenge on the Undead King, but it will likely not be fulfilled.
No matter how much strategy is devised, no matter how much training is done, she cannot imagine a child defeating that cunning old being.
“Ah, quickly. Won’t there be a war?”
She deeply dislikes yielding the battle against the Undead King to another, but Aiwa believes this year’s Demon Lord’s Army is abundant.
After all, her sisters, created based on her, never returned.
The enemies are all individuals of considerable strength.
She is confident because she is facing one of them.
The war against this generation’s Demon Lord’s Army will be fiercer than any in the past.
It might even be a conflict that could “end the world.”
Just imagining it fills Aiwa’s thoughts with the emotion of enjoyment.
Though it doesn’t show on her face, in her heart, she can barely contain her excitement.
She didn’t intend for Carter to take on the Undead King.
Those who went to Chaos would not return.
Because she knows this, she feels a sense of relief that her future enjoyment will not be disturbed.
Hindering each other in war should normally be a fatal blow.
However, for Aiwa, the more desperate the situation, the better she can fight.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Therefore, she dreams of future battles, regardless of whether they are disadvantageous to the “god.”
Today’s Word:
There are things that cannot be measured by common sense.
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