Volume 3 Chapter 55 Quest： The Rematch Begins – God’s Formation –
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Alright, go for it, boy!”
Pushed by the guide Witch, Kian steps into the waiting room.
He doesn’t need to wait there.
He’s already wearing all his gear.
Kian, dressed in warrior monk gear with a wooden sword at his side, slowly walks into the eerily quiet arena.
”────”
The arena is huge.
The audience seats rise high in many tiers.
Châtillon’s memories are fresh, but looking through the eyes of a boy, Azrael’s arena feels so big and terrifying.
Around the sandy arena,
in the center, there’s a stone floor made with magic.
It shines white under the fake sunlight.
On top of it.
”Kian”
”Sarah…”
The girl he is to duel, his fiancée, stands there with a wooden sword, just like before.
* * *
Stepping through the giant gate of the waiting room into the scorching sand,
Kian remembers the ringing in his ears from 15 years ago.
Losing to Sarah would mean being cast out──socially dead──so he cannot lose this match.
He has been planning strategies and training his mind to win against his genius fiancée.
He fought to suppress the weak voice inside him that screamed, “No way, I can’t win!”
”────”
He climbs up to the stone floor set by magic.
Slowly up the ten steps.
Back then, it felt like he was walking to the gallows, but now he feels certain he can win.
In fact, he feels excited to show off his own achievements.
(Yes. That feeling is Kian Vahid.)
As he climbs the stairs, someone whispers to him.
The other self that lives inside him.
A version of himself with glasses, a being of desire that loves blood and plunder.
He trails a finger along Kian’s cheek as he steps onto the stone floor, whispering softly in his ear.
(Let’s show them our power. We, with this insatiable thirst, are the strongest across all worlds and timelines.)
”────”
”You are me. Let’s fight together.”
”……”
Kian quietly burned with fighting spirit, tapping the hard stone ground with his toes.
It had less cushion than the sandy beach, putting direct pressure on his knee joints.
The secret of footwork.
He needed super-efficient movement.
No room for mistakes in feeling or image.
On the other hand, it seemed he could step forward stronger than on the sandy ground.
With this footing, ‘Pursuit of the Shadow’ would become even more powerful.
”Kian”
As he stepped onto the stone floor, Sarah was right there.
Only 30 meters away.
She wore the same warrior monk robes as Kian and held a wooden sword.
Though she had drawn it from her waist, she wasn’t ready yet.
She let the weapon hang loosely in her right hand.
A beautiful girl with black hair and brown skin.
She had a classic charm about her.
He couldn’t understand why such a lovely girl was his fiancée.
Instead of enduring the harsh training of a warrior monk, she was treated like a delicate flower.
She looked far better smiling with a flower crown than holding a sword and covered in blood.
Though she always gave Kian a soft smile, her eyes were sad now.
It was just like that time.
He had to close the distance.
To within 15 meters.
But looking at her face, he couldn’t step forward more than necessary.
A clear look of rejection──.
Deep breath.
Then he spoke slowly.
”I’m sorry, Sarah. I kept you waiting.”
”No, I just got here.”
”It’s a really nice day.”
”Yes, I’m glad it’s sunny.”
”No sandstorm today. It should be a good day.”
”…Right. I hope so. But what’s wrong? You sound like we’re just going out together like usual.”
Sarah’s voice trembled strangely.
Her right hand holding the wooden sword was shaking too.
It seemed she was unsure about the sword.
Kian’s cold warrior side thought, so this is how he could create an opening back then──.
It was really frustrating.
”That’s right. From now on, you and I are going out.”
”Where to?”
”To the future. It’s a long journey ahead for both of us to be happy.”
”Can I really journey with you?”
”We might be separated by distance, but I always believed the distance in our hearts would never change. Until I faced reality and slowly started to give up.”
Sarah probably feels the same way.
Unlike the dead, the living must look forward.
She cried when Kian was banished, but then she tried to forget him, and he thinks she really has.
She dedicated her life to her home──her original goal, sharp and clear.
It’s sad, but her life was a journey that thought of everyone around her.
Kian gazed naturally at Sarah, who was frozen like a statue.
”Do you want me to win? Or would you rather I lose?”
”…I don’t know.”
Her voice trembled.
She seemed confused.
But the more confused she was, the more the results of her hard training showed in her arms.
With large tears gathering in her eyes, Sarah held her wooden sword steadily.
She spoke with a face full of regrets.
”Do you see the statue on the right? It stands before the audience.”
”Ah, the winged sword god──Azrael, the figure of death and rebirth.”
”Exactly. Our sword skills are dedicated to Azrael. I can’t hold back. I should apologize in advance, Kian. …I’m sorry. You can resent my actions for life.”
”Now, we will hold the divine match between Sarah Nakash and Kian Vahid. Both participants, ready your wooden swords!”
As a cold voice rang out, Kian looked up to see an older man in the covered VIP seats.
It was Kian’s father, Umar Vahid.
The sunlight made it hard to see details, but it reminded him of his father from his memories.
(That’s just the shadow of my father. I wonder how well he is. Please stay alive until I can go kill.)
While Kian stared at the VIP seats, Sarah’s voice suddenly broke in.
”I’m sorry, Kian. I was so useless… as your fiancée, I couldn’t support you. I couldn’t even take care of you so you could get stronger.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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