The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 201

Chapter 201: Collapse

(It’s over…)

I deactivated the God Slayer, standing up. With the destruction of the soul, Il-Eater will no longer reappear to scheme as Fifth… The white devastation will never manifest in this world again…

…

At the moment of destroying the soul, I saw the beginning of Il-Eater… It was born from prayers for trivial happiness at the dining table. After being exposed to turmoil and desire for a long time, it fell into becoming a devouring demon god…

I have some thoughts, but I don’t regret it. Even if it was because of human weakness and ugliness that it fell, that doesn’t mean everything that happened so far is forgiven.

All we can do is pray that beings like Il-Eater will not be born again.

…

The space around collapses. The white space collapses with a loud noise, and the domain itself begins to crumble.

The collapse of the domain where life is taken just by existing… There was a good chance of being caught up in the collapse.

Riding on Garma, I rush. Cracks run through the ground, and rocks rise and shatter around us.

Garma skillfully avoids the fissures in the ground, leaps over the raised rocks, and dashes through the collapsing white domain like a streak of meteor.

“There!”

Although far away, the boundary of the domain becomes visible. We should be able to escape with ease.

(There’s been too much happening…)

When I return and reunite with Aria and the others, let’s rest first. Then, after finishing the post-processing back in Walkria… I’ll take Aria and the others to visit my mother’s grave.

As for what happens after that, I’ll think about it when the time comes, but for now, I just want to take it easy for a while.

As I think about such things, I dash through the collapsing domain…

…

A chill runs down my spine. Something is approaching me with tremendous force.

While facing the approaching presence, I deploy my shield. Ahead of my gaze is a figure clad in white armor, holding a spear.

“Ugh!?”

The thrust of the spear is blocked by my shield, but the impact sends me flying off Garma. As I roll on the ground and regain my posture, I raise my head to see Roud, riding a horse with white armor on its dragon head.

Roud, with wrinkles on his face, puts on a helmet. The red eyes of the helmet shine as they lock onto me.

“…You’re alive.”

“When you resisted inside it, you shook it. I only managed to escape by taking some of its power at that time.”

…I had thought that the sudden pain Il-Eater experienced during the battle was caused by the Chaos Crusader shaking it, but perhaps it was also because Roud was resisting inside it.

Unknowingly, I had been fighting alongside Roud…

“This domain is about to collapse. If things continue like this, you might get caught up in the collapse too.”

“…What connected me and it has disappeared. I don’t know how long I can maintain this borrowed power and this body… In that case!”

Roud points his spear at me. Behind the helmet, his eyes show an unwavering will, unshaken even in the face of his impending death.

“Every last minute! Every last fragment of my life shall be consumed without leaving anything behind for my ideals! Let’s settle this, Velc!”

“…You really are, until the bitter end.”

I stand up and mount Garma beside me, holding the reins and wielding the Halberd.

“Alright, I’ll take you on.”

Declaring with the pointed tip, I realize that I’m smiling.

“Your legend… ends here!”

Simultaneously, we dash out in the collapsing domain…