Whioooo-
A quiet anger permeated the cool breeze.
This was the anger that Sirka felt.
After all, the title of 'High Elf' was a legendary feat that was passed down through word of mouth among
ordinary elves.
They are the greatest guardians among the elves.
Among them, it was a glorious name given only to great elves who had grown so much that they were ev
en considered as candidates for the next monarch.
But look at them now.
A miserable sight, having lost even its essence, having been consumed by Elvenwood and its spirits.
There are a whopping 3,000 of those guys.
"… … There were that many?"
It's cool.
It felt like something that had been weighing on Sirka's chest had been released.
In fact, this feeling has been with Suho all this time while he was searching for the Elvenwoods.
Every time I encountered the high elves living there, I felt a feeling building up deep in my heart, little by l
ittle.
But the moment I faced 3,000 high elves all at once.
The thread of reason that had been barely holding on within Sirka finally snapped.
Splash.
"… … If only there were that many."
The mouth of the evil Sirka muttered the same words several times.
purple.
Isn't that absurd?
The fact that so many elves are still alive and well.
Even if they aren't just ordinary elves, there are so many authors who are high elves...
And yet… … .
How have they lived until now?
Young elves.
Newborn babies who lost their parents during the war and were living difficult lives.
In a sanctuary that had lost its king, they were completely abandoned and neglected in the bitter cold, and
had to worry about their survival from the moment they started walking.
'When I was young, I thought that was normal… … .'
All those times flashed before her eyes in Sirka's memory.
Cold since birth.
Young elves had to learn to walk on ice from the moment they were born.
There was a time when Sirka also thought that all those moments were an extremely natural fate.
So, they thought of it as just a normal... ... ordeal they had to go through simply because they were born
as ice elves.
… … Yes. At one time.
'But it wasn't.'
I ended up finding out that it wasn't true.
Chacha.
No, it was only after meeting Cha Hae-in that I realized things I didn't know before.
The very existence of parents.
Adults protect children.
That something so natural and warm… … .
That they were still young and weak and needed to be cared for.
I learned it step by step.
Only then did something become visible.
The empty space of adults.
Not just for fun, but to fill the void left by the adult elves who should have protected and raised them.
No, yeah. But at least… … .
Everything was fine until then.
Wasn't there nothing we could do in the first place?
What can I do?
They say all the adults died during the war.
But now I see that wasn't the case.
"So many… … ."
There are so many of them, it's really dirty.
I saw with my own eyes that so many high elves, who should have been at the forefront protecting the ch
ildren who would become the future of their race, were still alive.
… … It was a perfectly natural anger to feel so terrified.
Whioooooo-
The cold air that started deep in Sirka's chest began to spread out in all directions.
The momentum was calm at first, but it quickly gained momentum and became as vicious as when the s
pirits of the cold were first born in Alfheim.
This was never because Sirka controlled the spirit of the cold.
A bitter resentment.
Pure betrayal.
At a very young age, he had to become the guardian of his clan and protect his friends.
This phenomenon occurred because the high elves who had abandoned their duties and fled the war app
eared in such a large number in front of Sirka.
Or rather, if you're going to show up, you might as well show up looking amazing.
Even that was corrupted by Elvenwood and the spirits, and was tainted by the power of the outside worl
d, so it was a pathetic… … .
If you show up like that, you piece of trash.
'Can't we just despise it?'
Can't you really help but look down on it?
"Spirit Knight."
Jeez-!
At Sirka's command, the spirits of the cold that had just finished ruling began to shine.
They were not just spirits, they were the nightmare of the elves, who were winter itself.
In front of the majesty of Sirka, he was thoroughly compressed and condensed, transforming into an extre
mely solid ice golem and raising his gigantic body.
Kugu palace!
Sirka personally pledged as she marched with them.
To those vicious high elves… … .
That he himself would become their winter.
"My name is Sirka."
He will personally teach us all the suffering we have experienced.
"I declare myself as the rightful successor to the King of the Yetis, Lord of the Cold, Shilad."
It was declared.
"I swear on my grandfather's honor… … ."
'Spirit Armament'
Tsk tsk tsk!
The anger surged through her, arming her entire body.
Sirka's full body armor gradually grew in size.
"I will strip you all of your qualifications as high elves. No, you are not qualified to be elves in the first plac
e… … ."
Sirka's every word, filled with extreme anger, was filled with cold air.
WH ...
"Just die."
So it became winter in Sirka.
* * *
Yangpyeong.
In a small country called Korea, somewhere in a dark valley covered in valleys and fog.
Tzaak-!
Suddenly, a 'mouth of emptiness' opened in the empty space.
What came out of that mouth was none other than the Apostle of Paradise.
[… … Is this it?]
The Apostle of Paradise, who had removed the Mouth of Void to conserve strength, looked around with a
frown.
Because there was so much thick fog, I couldn't see anything.
But the apostle of paradise raised the corners of his lips slightly.
Isn't that a coincidence?
Yangpyeong.
Who would have thought that all of Seongsuho's weaknesses would be gathered here?
A laugh just came out of my mouth.
Even if you are confident, you can't go anywhere.
Using the Mouth of Void, the only places where one can cross the dimensional gap are places where the
power of an outsider can reach.
So, even at this moment, they are continuing to spread foreign religions throughout the world.
But, ironically, Yangpyeong happened to be an area where foreign religions were hidden.
Of course, it's gone now.
-But I heard that it was recently discovered by the Korean association and destroyed.
Suddenly, I remembered what Yuri Orlov had said while handing over the materials.
But it didn't matter.
Especially here in Yangpyeong… … .
[Because that's where the meteorite fell.]
The Apostle of Paradise walked slowly through the mist with a meaningful smile.
Crackle, crackle.
The footsteps of the apostles of paradise, walking on the ground dampened by the water mist, gradually
disappeared into the water mist.
At the end of the path he was walking in was a 'meteorite'.
meteorite.
This Yangpyeong was the land where a piece of a star from outer space crashed.
The next thing to do was to find Seongsuho's weak points, his relatives, and either kill them or take them
hostage.
Looking back, it was an extremely difficult and tricky process to deceive the sight and senses of the Shad
ow Legion from outer space and come over to this dimension.
Currently, all routes leading from outer space to this side are thoroughly defended by the Shadow Legion.
But how big is the universe?
Even they could not monitor all of the meteorites that exist in the universe, which are literally 'as numerou
s as stars'.
The method they tried to take advantage of was to hide in the meteorite and escape the front line.
But there were also some tricky conditions attached to this.
First of all, an apostle who was too strong was completely impossible.
Even if you hide in the meteorite, its presence is too great and you will be immediately discovered by the
Shadow Army.
But even so, sending an apostle who was too weak was meaningless.
What could a weakling do if he arrived here safely?
So this was the strategy that was devised.
Splitting the power.
- In order to solve the difficult problem of dimensional travel, my 'main body', which possesses immense
power, was split into pieces of power and personality and sent to this world.
-You broke the main body into pieces? Does that mean you were originally one body?
-Yes. Those pieces hid in countless meteorites and traveled across outer space. I am one of those piece
s.
Yuri Orlov, who had heard this story before, had to rack his brain for a long time to understand it.
It was a natural reaction.
The ability to fragment existence was something that an ordinary human living in this barren and insignific
ant universe could not possibly understand with just one hearing.
So Yuri Orlov, who barely understood the situation, asked only for the conclusion.
-Anyway, so you're saying we need to find other meteorites?
-… … Yes. The meteorites sent that way must have reached other dimensions in this universe, as well as
here on Earth. As I find them and absorb the other pieces contained within them, I gradually regain my origi
nal power.
-How do we find those meteorites?
-'We're already looking for each other. Even if we don't know where we are, we will eventually meet beca
use our goals are the same.
-Then what can I help you with?
-There are many religions in this land. In the meantime, create a religion that worships our god, Itarim, an
d spread it widely.
-Huh. Are you telling me to create a cult?
- What an irreverent expression. You must have already experienced my divine power? Anyway, that is e
nough. After all, those who possess the divinity of Itarim can recognize each other… … .
-Are you saying that you're going to merge with each other like that?
-That's something you can decide after you've joined. You can 'fuse' at any time. However, since your per
sonalities have been torn apart anyway, if you decide that it's better to work separately, there's no need to b
ecome one again. The important thing is to not get caught by 'him'.
-Who is 'he'?
-… … I don't know.
The Apostle of Paradise continued walking through the mist, recalling the conversations he had had with
Yuri Orlov in the past.
There was no particular reason why he did not answer Yuri Orlov's last question.
It was because the Shadow Lord he was so afraid of and wary of happened to be a 'human' like Yuri Orlo
v.
Given Yuri Orlov's personality, he would have been very proud if he had known that fact, but I didn't want
to see his ugly reaction.
[Hmm. The meteorite definitely seemed to be around here… … .]
The apostle of paradise wandered around looking for meteorites.
It was clear that it was nearby, but it was difficult to find the exact location when it was this close.
When I first discovered this place, it had absorbed most of the power hidden in the meteorite.
At that time, it was the early days of the establishment of the Foreign God Church, so there was a factory
where they could enter the nearby gate, capture demons, and study Foreign God Stones.
For that study, they did not absorb all the power in the meteorite, but left a little bit of it behind.
But even if you search for it like this and still can't find it, I don't feel too worried.
Even if you say it's a meteorite from outer space, it looks like just a rock on the outside.
Even if the foreign religion was destroyed, no one would have cared about the meteorite.
Besides, isn't the fact that he was already able to connect the dimensional rift to this place proof that the
meteorite still exists here?
[Found it.]
The Apostle of Paradise, who had finally found the remains of the meteorite that had arrived in Yangpyeon
g, smiled and showed his teeth.
And it absorbed the last bit of strength left in it.
[… … Phew. Good.]
He slowly melted the fragments of power that had been fused within him into his body, his expression fill
ed with ecstasy.
Passover.
After sucking up every last bit of strength, the meteorite eventually disintegrated.
But despite this, the meteorite was useful.
The material that made up this meteorite was from the dimension where the Apostle of Paradise lived, so
it was a medium that responded to his power better than any other material.
In some ways, it was the most suitable fertilizer to use as a material for 'divine power', even better than t
he foreign stone.
[Grow fruitfully.]
Shwaaaaak-
As soon as his words left his mouth, the 'fruit' he was holding began to take root in the damp ground at a
frightening speed, using the meteorite as fertilizer.
[Sprout and bear fruit.]
Swish!
Apostle of Paradise.
His personality and abilities, torn from his main body, were to make this planet his own paradise, just like
the 'name' he gave himself...
[Seongsuho. Yangpyeong, where your family gathers, will now become my flowerpot.]
He smiled meaningfully and began to gradually pollute Yangpyeong with his new terrarium.
However, there was one thing he didn't know.
The answer was in what he had once said to Yuri Orlov.
-Anyway, those who possess the divinity of Itarim can recognize each other… … .
The moment when the Apostle of Paradise opened a rift between dimensions and arrived in Yangpyeong.
The moment he used his divine powers to sprout a new Elvenwood in Yangpyeong.
His father, who had been living in this land for a long time, sensed the presence.