T/N: Like I said before the IF Route chapters aren’t canon to the story.
If you don’t like them you can voice your opinion inn the comments.
If the majority of people don’t want them then I’ll stick to normal chapters as bonus.
Chapter 5: “Diary of Confinement” (5)
Armored Dragon Calendar, Year 422 — May 1
Lara is now two years old.
Not only can she speak and communicate very fluently, she has also gradually begun to develop her own thoughts.
I proposed that perhaps it was time to begin teaching Lara magic, but Roxy felt it was still a bit too early.
However, upon hearing this, Lara took the initiative to say that she wanted to learn.
As expected of my daughter.
But your father started learning at six months old, you know?
Armored Dragon Calendar, Year 422 — June 1
Lara’s learning speed is extremely fast.
In just one month, she has already mastered chantless casting and all elementary offensive magic.
This speed is even faster than mine, which makes me very proud.
Moreover, Lara’s mana capacity is enormous, and it is growing very rapidly.
Her soul seems to have an aptitude for large mana capacity, despite not being a possessor of the Laplace Factor.
By the way.
Today, Eris returned.
To be precise, I went to the Sword Sanctum to bring her back.
She and Rudeus had agreed to marry after he turned fifteen.
After making that agreement, she asked me to send her to the Sword Sanctum for training.
I have no idea what that brainless beast is thinking.
In any case, she trained at the Sword Sanctum for an entire year.
In any case, she successfully reached the level of Sword Saint.
It is said she also has the talent to reach Sword King or even Sword Emperor, but if she is going to get married, she will probably never have the chance to realize that.
Besides, that level of strength is useless anyway.
Even though Rudeus has neglected combat techniques for several years, if he puts on a mass-produced Magic Armor, he can easily slaughter more than ten Sword Emperors at close range.
Just a barbarian.
However, when the current Sword God, Gal Farion, the leader of those barbarians, saw me again, he immediately said he wanted to challenge me.
Last time, I told him I had lost to the Dragon God, so he found it boring and uninteresting.
This time, after hearing that I had killed the Water God, he became interested again.
I told him to attack with full strength and full speed.
I wanted to see the current strongest Longsword of Light.
He arrogantly agreed.
Then he came at me, swinging that rather flashy sword.
I admit that swordsmanship has its merits.
It’s far superior to something like the Deprivation Sword Domain, isn’t it?
Gal’s strike was approximately one-third the speed of light, which is about 99,930,819 meters per second.
Very strong.
The acceleration was roughly half of what I can achieve at full power in a vacuum.
Of course, that’s a minor matter.
What’s impressive is that he concentrated all of that energy onto the contact surface between the blade and my neck.
This caused a mere ten quintillion joules of energy to bombard an extremely small area in an extremely short instant.
I think that if he didn’t use this level of technique, he could push the speed of his sword even higher—but that would instead reduce its lethality, and he might even destroy himself due to being unable to overcome resistance.
So, this is his strongest sword.
Very impressive.
I have truly changed my view of swordsmanship.
I will try training it in the future.
So even mortals can reach this level.
To praise him, I smiled at him.
I wonder if his dynamic vision could even perceive it.
Because I drained the surrounding atmospheric particles and, in a near vacuum, moved at twice his speed and lightly cut off his head.
With my hand.
It seems I should still train my technique.
I didn’t expect that a hand blade of this level would accidentally produce a burst of high-energy particles and destroy most of the Sword Sanctum.
I felt a bit embarrassed, so before Eris could react, I grabbed her and flew away.
She even asked me if I was injured.
At this level, it’s just a scratch.
That night, while everyone was celebrating Eris’s return, I learned that I had become the Sixth of the Seven Great Powers, marked with the emblem of the Viltrum Empire.
This ranking somewhat insults the Empire.
So, I asked the Dragon God for a method and changed it to the Migurd Tribe’s emblem.
As a result, Roxy misunderstood.
Armored Dragon Calendar, Year 422 — October 22
The wedding preparations are going smoothly.
Of course, everyone is also preparing Rudeus’s coming-of-age ceremony at the same time.
And today is Sylphiette’s coming-of-age day.
Where is she now?
Did she remember her birthday?
Did anyone celebrate it for her?
If someone did, then I would rather she be alone—I hope she’s doing badly.
However, given Sylphiette’s personality and abilities, no matter where she goes, she would probably do very well.
I found an excuse to leave Academy City.
Lara cried and insisted that I take her with me.
I tried many ways but couldn’t coax her.
This foolish daughter even bit my finger with her teeth, making me worry she might break her baby teeth.
In the end, I left her with Roxy and slipped away quietly.
First, I went to the place where I parted with Sylphiette.
For so long, I hadn’t dared to fly near this area.
I guessed she had most likely stayed near the original site of Buena Village in seclusion.
Or perhaps kindly helping with the reconstruction of her hometown?
But there was nothing.
I should just flip this damned region entirely.
But I can’t do that.
Perhaps one day Rudeus and Roxy will want to come back and take a look.
After all, this isn’t just my place alone.
Right.
Sylphiette must be hiding near that mountain I marked.
There was nothing.
I crushed that mountain.
Then Sylphiette must be at the place where her parents died.
Nothing.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, Laws, why the hell were you so weak?
Damn it, it’s all your fault, you useless piece of trash.
Previously, I had fought the Dragon God to the death in this area.
Although it was basically me being almost cut down unilaterally, the flattened mountain ranges we left behind have already begun to be settled again.
Most of them seem to be ordinary people who fled from chaotic regions.
Right, Sylphiette might also be hiding among them.
She might think that my hysteria harmed this region, so she wants to atone for me.
Nothing.
First, I searched once, and then, for convenience of confirmation, I nailed every household neatly outside one by one to count them.
But still nothing.
Where are you hiding, Sylphiette?
Why are you hiding from me, Sylphiette?
Why did you leave my side, Sylphiette?
I began searching every place I had taken Sylphiette, but whether among those beautiful landscapes, beneath those interesting cities, or even inside the intestines of the Long-Eared Tribe villages, there was no Sylphiette.
I searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched.
From dawn until dusk, every continent, every possible place—I searched them all.
Then, finally, at the southern end of the King Dragon Mountain Range, near a small city at the junction of dense forest and the King Dragon Kingdom…
I saw you again, Sylphiette.
Ah, I feel so happy.
I feel so blissful.
My face feels warm.
I feel so guilty.
I feel so nostalgic.
I feel so apologetic.
I will apologize to you.
I will confess to you.
I will make you promises.
I will bring you back to my side.
Sylphiette.
The evening sunlight is like the candlelight from your fifth birthday night—how magnificent and radiant it looks upon your beautiful green hair.
“Sylphiette…”
I walked toward her, but she stepped back.
Does she want to distance herself from me like last time?
But it doesn’t matter.
I won’t let you want to leave anymore.
I won’t hurt you anymore.
But why are you making that expression?
Why do you look at me as if I’m terrible, vile, disgusting—someone you hate?
I am Gawain!
Gawain Viltrum!
Your brother!
The person who loves you the most in the entire world, who cares about you the most!
How can you?
How the hell can you?
How could you possibly—
To me!
To someone like me!!!
Show that kind of expression!!!
Oh, I understand.
It’s because I’m dirty right now, isn’t it?
I’m really sorry, Sylphiette.
When I saw you from above, I couldn’t think clearly.
I forgot to clean off the filth on my body.
I accelerated in place to one hundred times the speed of sound, instantly removing the sticky red residue covering me, revealing my original appearance—clean and refreshed.
But even then, how could you still say this:
“Stop… monster.”
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