While reflecting the warm light falling beautifully and brilliantly.
No, not exactly. The snow crystal was a changed light.
In the night sky, in addition to the normal moon, there is another Artier Tonoa. The full moon, shining in silver, illuminated the ground and caused snowflakes to fall.
People read snowflakes that resemble the flowers born from the moonlight.
Receiving the light of the , all kinds of life harbor the magic that is its source. Born was the primordial and fundamental of everything, the source of life.
There is a battlefield where many lives have been taken. Tr a nslate d b y Ｊp ｍ tl .c o ｍ
Illuminated by the silver moonlight, wastelands and dead bodies, from broken trees to dead flowers, froze as if time had stopped and then disappeared.
When old things go away, new things come into being. He says, celebrating thousands of destruction nights, the moon shining in the sky and creating a new miracle.
The lost life circulated and the order of the world was maintained by Artier Noah.
There was only one thing moving in the earth, filled with death, as if the time had stopped, as the silver snowflakes were falling.
One man is standing.
He is dressed in a black king's costume, standing in a place of overwhelming destruction equivalent to trespassing, and is the infamous violent demon king Anos Voldigord.
Dark purple He slowly steps out and glares at the heavens with his dark eyes. Then, the black darkness creates a scaffold like a plate on the spot. Further, a dark plate appears on the upper stage, and another plate appears on the dark plate. T r ansla te d b y ｊp ｍtl .ｃ o m
The darkness created stunning stairs, which followed Artier Tonoah, the shining in the night sky.
The demon goes up the long dark stairs hung in the night sky. The is far away, and even if the mountains on the ground are smaller than the pebbles, the end is still not visible.
How much time has passed in time? It seemed like seven days had passed, but the world is still at night.
As long as the Moon of Creation shines in the sky, morning will not come.
Seven days have passed, but the silver moon is far away. As the Demon King keeps climbing, snow-moon flowers fall on the dark stairs he created.
I wonder if the moonlight incarnation of the snowflake glowed most noticeably, and there was a figure of a silver-haired girl about ten steps above.
His hair stretched long to the ankles of his feet, his eyes had a silver glow, and his body was dressed in pure white dress.
"Back"
In a word, the girl said so.
"turn down"
With that in mind, the Demon King began to climb the stairs again. However, no matter how far they go, the distance to the girl will not be reduced at all.
"My goal is?"
"Defeat that month"
An inorganic gaze without emotion pierces the Demon King.
Tr a ns lat e d by jpｍ t l .co m "that can not be done"
"I don't know the impossible"
According to the Demon King, the girl disappeared suddenly. He doesn't care, he goes up the stairs.
Then, seven days have passed.
Once again, the sparkling snowy moon flower descends and a silver-haired girl appears.
"Why do you want to make the fall?"
"I don't know. Why ask that?"
The girl silently stared at the Devil.
"In the morning, the will kill your life, and when the night comes, the will create new life. Yes! "
"It's the reason of this world"
"If so, perish"
The girl rounds her eyes astonished.
"If such unreasonableness is the reason of this world, it should just be gone."
"If reason goes away, order goes away. This world goes away."
The Demon King stares at a girl who speaks plainly with murder.
"Is this kind of world?" Tran s lated by jp ｍ t l .c om
She does not answer that question. Or maybe they didn't answer.
"Is it a world that must be protected? Killed, destroyed, destroyed, hope, etc. long ago. This is a huge torture chamber, called the world. It won't hit you, only the shouting of the nose will make a spirit. ''
The Demon King stopped and said to the girl staring from the height.
"Oh, I'm an unknown god. Carved especially on his skull. I'm not a stubborn threat of world destruction. I'm not always following your rules."
She told her to put silence on her body and break it.
"Militia"
When the Demon King turns his eyes on the question, the girl continues.
"Creation God Militia. The order that created this world. What is your name?"
`` Maou Anos ''
The Demon King replied.
"Anos"
It was a light tone.
"... the world is not kind ..."
The girl disappears, leaving the snowy moon flower. The Demon King stopped and stared at the flower.
He thought, or did not try to walk. As if thinking, she stared at the far end , looked into the abyss, and stood still. Tr ans l at e d by jpmtl.ｃ om
One hour passed, four hours passed, ten hours passed, and a whole day passed.
The moonlight-like snow-moon flower again descended before him standing there, without any slight movement. A silver-haired girl appears on the stairs. Militia looked into the abyss of the Demon King with her emotionless eyes.
"Hmm. This time was fast."
"Because I was waiting"
Militia points to the Demon King. That means he was waiting for her.
"Do you understand?"
"Understand"
"I see. It's a creator."
The Demon King turned his back and sat down on the dark steps. He stared at the world below, without the hostility heading for the “creation month” overhead.
With a slightly sad expression. Militia wondered it or went down the stairs.
The distance between them has shrunk for the first time.
"I have something to ask"
With his back turned, the Demon King turned only his face toward Militia.
"What about the world?"
"That's you"
Militia slightly curled her eyes.
"If you think, I've never tried to understand the tribe. Militia, tell me your thoughts."
She responded with a voice without emotion.
"God is order. No anger, no sadness, no kindness, no pride, no one for us. It just occurs as order and fulfills its role. He is immortal, so he does not even live."
"Do you have no thoughts?"
"Impression is unnecessary for the existence of immortality. It is the power to live, given only to the living."
With an inorganic voice, Militia said so. The Demon King glances to the ground and says after thinking for a while.
"God is not immortal"
It was a word with a certain will.
"I can't be immortal before my eyes"
The Demon King again asked the Creation God.
"Can you tell me about me?"
Militia asks her expression without breaking.
"What?"
"Anything is fine"
For a while, God in the form of a girl shut her mouth. Long, long, time passes.
Eventually she said.
"I have a sister"
"Hey. Are you on good terms?"
"I've never met"
"Why?"
"Because it is order"
As she spoke, the eastern sky began to turn red. Soon, a long night is about to end.
" disappears. Time on earth is over."
"So, can you tell me one last thing?"
Militia nodded. The Devil asks.
"What is your sister's name?"
The moon in the silvery night sky fades away, and the sun begins to rise instead. Militia suddenly disappeared from the place, turning into a snowy moon flower reflecting glitter and light.
Leave your sister's name there.
The moon flows. Life on earth has perished unchanged, and tens of millions of lives have been lost.
It was a night seven years later from that day-
The is shining again in the sky.
In a clean world as if time had stopped, the dark stairs were hanging on the silver moon. Someone is up there.
Anos Voldigord, the demon king of violence. As he continued to walk seven days and seven nights, and the mountain was about the size of a pebble, a snow-white shining moon fluttered down the stairs.
It gradually shines, emulating the shape of a person. Militia, the creator of God, appeared as a silver-haired girl as before.
"Hmm, it's been a long time, Militia"
"After seven years"
Militia comes down the stairs.
"I have a souvenir today"
The Demon King took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to the girl.
"From my sister"
As the Demon King said, Militia cut the letter and took out the letter paper. The magic circle is drawn there. As the girl gently touches her hand, words are replayed in her head.
Militia, who had been listening to it for a while, smiled only slightly.
"What did you write?"
She turned her eyes to the Demon King.
"Not reading?"
"I can't read letters to others"
Militia said.
"Hello my devil"
"Hmm. Well, I had a hard time getting it written."
As the Demon King sits down the stairs, Militia stands beside it.
"I had a dream"
"Well, God even dreams."
Militia shakes his head gently from side to side.
"First time"
"What kind of dream?"
"God reincarnated"
Militia said, as if he was far from the earth.
"What happens?"
"Even if reincarnated, order is order. God is God."
She speaks plainly.
"But in the dream God died other than order. I gave my sister all my life."
"You gave it all and what did you do?"
Staring at me, she said.
"do not know"
The Demon King thought and asked.
"So what did you do?"
"I wanted to be kind to the cold world"
The Devil King smiled at the spilled word of the creative god.
"Funny?"
"No. I don't think it's stupid."
As he sniffs, he says.
"There are many different people in the tribe."
"There are various orders. There is no life."
Laughing thinly, the Devil asks.
"Do you have time tonight?"
"a little"
"Then, let's talk about the continuation of seven years ago. Until the morning comes, let's talk."
A night when the silver moon shines and the snow-moon flower falls. On the dark steps of the sky, the creator god and the devil were talking neatly.
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