My full name is Suzailgillazegallnelbuzegillreagranzelga Elga. I am about to start lying.
Hehe, just kidding, future me. I'm just writing a diary. However, compared to a diary, I prefer to call it a memo, to remind myself not to forget certain things.
It's just that "diary" sounds better, so for now I'll call it a diary.
If you open this page again, it means the situation has really developed to a quite serious point. My memory must have been tampered with, to the point that I need to rely on this diary to recall past events.
I hope it can help myself. Do you love me or not?!
Quickly say you love me!
Write "I love you" in this ( ). Hurry up!
Hehe, I knew I love myself!
Cough cough, back to the main topic. First, why did I suddenly want to write a diary?
Hmm, after the Demon King died, I went with the Hero girl and the others to watch the half-century meteor shower.
Logically, this should be a good thing, but there has always been a sense of unease and dissonance lingering in my heart.
Is there something I forgot to do? Or did I overlook a precious ancient magical tool? Or perhaps, I was hit by some kind of mental magic from the demon race?
I don't know.
I tried to search, to compare, to find a monk skilled in mind magic to check for me, but the result was still nothing.
They all said I was normal and told me not to overthink. They even speculated that I couldn't believe the arrival of the peaceful era and had post-war trauma syndrome.
Perhaps the one with the problem is really me, but deep in my heart there is always a voice reminding me to go to the Demon King's castle. It gives me the feeling that... I lost something very important there.
I think I should stop writing and rest. Tomorrow I have to bring the ancient magical tools collected during the journey back to my hometown. I'll stop here for today.
Oh right, right. I almost forgot. Today is the first anniversary of the Demon King's death, which is also the first anniversary of the peaceful era. It's worth commemorating. As for the weather, it's a warm and comfortable sunny day.
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Year 2 after the Demon King's death, X month X day, sunny
Finally, finally escaped from the Holy Capital...
Why would I be surrounded by fans when walking on the street?!
Today I went to visit the Hero girl. I thought we could have a good chat about old times, but in the time it took to go out for a walk, I personally witnessed the fanaticism of the fans.
In less than a minute, I was surrounded by hundreds and thousands of fans, all saying words of thanks. Situations like family members' illnesses being cured for free by Alicia were countless.
The Hero girl, that is Alicia, even signing autographs had become muscle memory. She could chat with me while both hands held pens signing.
Goddess above, this is way too popular. And what the hell are people from the Continental Magic Association doing mixed in there? Aren't that group of mages not into chasing stars?! They're clearly almost obsessed with researching magic!
After a long-awaited reunion, the food in the Holy Capital still tastes pretty good. She seems to have gained a little bit of belly fat. I kind of want to touch it. The feel must be really good.
Alicia has really high popularity in the Holy Capital..
Next time, hmm, next time I'll go play with Frieren.
By the way, her face is soft, really nice to rua!
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Year 10 after the Demon King's death, overcast...
I almost died in the Demon King's castle.
Pushed by the premonition in my head, I charged into the Demon King's castle alone and almost died there. And it was the embarrassing way of falling to death from high altitude.
Hmm... For the next three weeks, I don't want to go out (shut-in).
I made two mistakes.
The first was severe lack of intelligence. The demon race had gathered again, forming an alternative Demon King army. They were heavily guarded and extremely sensitive to any disturbance. My infiltration was discovered, leading me to fall into a situation of isolation and helplessness.
The second was overconfidence in my own strength. One person's power is ultimately limited. Having been at ease for too long in the peaceful era, my vigilance and reaction speed have declined quite a bit...
Should I say it's a good thing or a bad thing? It should be considered a good thing. After all, without the demon race's invasions, everyone's life compared to the past should be happier.
A blessing in disguise, not without gains. I obtained quite a bit of useful intelligence.
The demon race's reproduction speed is quite astonishing, and they have regenerated a new force similar to the former Demon King army.
Whether it's the great demons or the weak demons, they are all hiding in the Demon King's castle. This doesn't conform to the demon race social form recorded in demon race ecology. It's worth noting.
I think... they are probably plotting to start another war. After all, the demon race is this kind of creature. They don't need to eat humans to survive, but attacking humans has almost become their instinct.
Today's focus is not on them, but on the dinosaur that saved me.
After I was hit by Zart the Remnant's space transfer magic, my whole person was transferred to ten thousand meters in the air. I originally wanted to use the characteristic of the ancient magical tool "accumulate power then release" to offset the impact of falling from high altitude, but I failed.
Aaaah, if only I could fly freely in the sky like the demon race...
Forget it. Stop complaining, lest you find me annoying.
Back to the main topic. Due to lack of relevant training, after releasing the magic, I lost my balance and didn't land steadily.
To be honest, at that time I had already resigned myself to fate. But at that moment, the dinosaur revived.
What kind of reaction is that? I'm not joking. It really is a dinosaur!
Dinosaur! That's a dinosaur! Do you know what concept that is?! The legendary creature from the mythical era that went extinct has revived!! And it's a super large-scale tribal migration!!!
Just like that, I was accidentally caught by a large group of pterosaurs!
They carried me all the way flying toward the Imperial Capital.
Wide wings that were constantly flapping, resolute eyes condensed with cold light, beaks sharp as curved blades, and low hissing sounds rolling from their throats.
Fantasy and reality interweaving. If not for the cold wind whistling in my ears still stimulating me, I think I would definitely have thought I was dreaming.
On the subsequent journey, I encountered Serie. She stopped the demon race's pursuers for me.
Really lucky, isn't it?
It was too coincidental. Serie had no reason to appear at the border of Erd. The dinosaurs couldn't have just happened to catch me.
Zart said something very interesting. [As expected of that Scary Monsters' companion].
Excluding all impossibilities, then the appearance of Serie and the dinosaurs could only be the work of that, the so-called Scary Monsters in the demon race's mouths.
But, who exactly is Scary Monsters?
Clearly in my impression, this was just a dark fairy tale to scare children from going out at night.
After arriving at the Imperial Capital, the pterosaurs suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, nothing remained. Looking back, I only saw rotten leaves falling in the wind.
Everything seemed like a dream.
"The Wonderful Ten-Thousand-Meter High Altitude Fall""The Revival of Dinosaurs Extinct Since the Mythical Era""The Legendary Mage Serie Who Saved Me""Scary Monsters in the Demon Race's Mouths"
All of this, like a dream, faded from my memory.
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Year 18 after the Demon King's death, X month X day, light rain
The Mercury Pudding from Trading City Barum is so delicious!
The cool and smooth texture, the rich milky aroma mixed with the fresh scent of blueberries, the fine texture that dissipates like clouds!
Super amazing, super delicious!
The address of this shop is at XXX...
Future me, you must remember. Human lifespan is very short. Once they space out, they will grow old.
So you must savor it well within the limited time. Otherwise, even beautiful memories can't be left behind!
It's just that, is this Mercury Pudding a bit small?
I always feel that Mercury Pudding should have a very large portion. At the very least, it should be as big as... the table I'm using to write my diary right now?
Hmm, the gem on my forehead is faintly heating up again. I should go get a check-up...
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Year 21 after the Demon King's death, X month X day. Today it snowed, mixed with rain. It's uncomfortable...
Summary: Serie is a bastard!!! A super big bastard!!! She definitely knows something!!!
Here's what happened. Frieren asked me to go to the Magic City Oisast to retrieve the Dark Dragon Horn she stored here decades ago, saying it was needed for a summoning ritual.
Really, I'm very busy. Collecting ancient magical tools all over the world, how do I have time to help her fetch things.
However, it's only three days' journey from my next destination. It happened to be on the way, so I had no choice but to make the trip.
After arriving at Oisast, I took the opportunity to visit Serie. First, let me say, I didn't have any intention of thanking her for helping me back then!
After seeing me, she seemed very helpless. Her expression became ＜(´⌯ ⩊ ⌯`)＞ like this. We're both elves. I'm not some demon or ghost, and I won't cause her trouble. Shouldn't seeing a fellow clansman make one happy?!
Anyway, after chatting with Serie for a while, she wanted to drive me away, saying she couldn't listen to sappy words. It made me really want to say words of thanks!
I don't want to talk to her at all!
As I was about to leave, I strangely felt my forehead hot. My head hurt. Remembering Zart's words, I casually asked about the dinosaur incident back then, and about the Scary Monsters matter.
Because Serie's existence itself is a living magic chronicle. She experienced the mythical era. She must know why the dinosaurs appeared, and should also know the origin of the Scary Monsters legend.
But... what a stingy and petty fellow! Even if she doesn't want to say anything, fine. At worst I'll investigate myself. Why is she staring at me with that pitying gaze!
It makes me look like an idiot who knows nothing and understands nothing.
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Year 33 after the Demon King's death, X month X day, sunny turning cloudy...
Strange. Too strange...
I can't find it. In the books of the Southern Nations, there is simply no record of Scary Monsters!
But Scary Monsters is indeed a well-known dark fairy tale. What's more, I can even hear this story from three-year-old children by the roadside.
It's just that the adults also say so...
The aging lords of the Southern Nations, upon hearing the name Scary Monsters, revealed expressions of shock and fear, with a hint of hatred.
They all advised me not to inquire about this. This also reveals a truth: Scary Monsters exists, and once had activities in the Southern Nations.
Piece by piece, I pieced together the general image of Scary Monsters from people of different classes, professions, and age groups.
Scary Monsters is a half-dragon person with long golden hair, ugly and terrifying appearance, possessing magic to command a dinosaur legion. He once attacked lords and nobles, then lost his whereabouts.
What reason did he have to save me, and why can't I find his whereabouts at all...
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Year 40 after the Demon King's death, X month X day. The rain has passed and the sky is clear. Today a rainbow appeared!
What matches a rainbow even better is flight magic!
More than ten years ago, in cooperation with the Continental Magic Association, the flight magic experiment I led achieved great success today!
When the soles of my feet left the ground and I ascended hundreds of meters upward, it proved that humans can utilize the demon race's flight magic formula.
The downside is that it can't be as easy as eating or drinking like the demon race. The magic power consumption is too great, which also dooms flight magic from being integrated into daily life.
It's just that, recalling the tragic wars in the past without air superiority, I feel genuinely excited from the bottom of my heart about the birth of flight magic. I believe that with future improvements, these shortcomings will definitely be overcome.
Flight magic will definitely become a required course for every mage.
This way, even if Alicia is no longer around in the future, or if I die in an accident, the human race can still resist the demon race's invasion.
Everything is getting better, isn't it?
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Year 50 after the Demon King's death, X month X day. Tonight the stars in the night sky are clearer than usual. I gathered again with Mabel, Alicia, and Frieren...
Let's talk about the recent situation of my companions.
Frieren's schedule is similar to mine. She has been collecting magic from all over the world, while I collect ancient magical tools. Occasionally we can meet and have a meal together.
That guy Mabel actually stayed at home sleeping for half a century! I gave her a severe scolding, but she knelt on the ground pitifully begging me to forgive her, and I couldn't bring myself to continue.
Alicia... Even as the Hero, she couldn't escape the passage of time. When I saw her again, she had already become a kind old grandmother with the frailty of age.
Under Frieren's suggestion, we walked for seven days to a place where we could perfectly appreciate the half-century meteor shower.
Meteors streaked across the night sky, beautiful yet fleeting, just like Alicia.
She suddenly had a large nosebleed and fell to the ground with her life force waning. Although we found a monk in time to try treatment, the next day we still attended her funeral.
In the coffin, her aged face could still vaguely let me recall that cheerful smile from back then.
So, I also tried to smile.
I promised her to protect the human race. I can't let Alicia see my vulnerable side..
I miss you so much, Alicia...
(The paper recording this page of the diary is heavily wrinkled, as if it had been wet by water droplets in the past)
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Year 57 after the Demon King's death...
The Northern Nations fell and were lost, losing contact with the Central Nations. The demon race made a comeback once again. Civil war broke out in the Southern Nations. I was exhausted, rushing between wars with the demon race. Probably for a long time I won't have the energy to write in my diary.
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Year 61 after the Demon King's death...
Through humanity's continuous efforts, the Northern Nations finally re-established contact with the Central Continent. The demon race's offensive was able to slow down.
During this period, I received a letter from Serie. The letter clearly mentioned that Alicia is still alive, but due to irresistible factors she cannot appear.
Finally I can stop and catch my breath. A sense of fatigue fills my whole body. I think I should rest for a bit occasionally.
It just so happens that the ancient magical tools I used in the past were severely damaged in the war. I have no choice but to return to my hometown for repairs.
After handing the damaged ancient magical tools to the blacksmith responsible for professional repairs, on a whim I went to look at the magical tools I brought back to the clan treasury in the past. After all, preserving ancient technology is very important!
It's not because my collecting hobby acted up and I wanted to look at the lit-up illustrated guide or anything...
Anyway, just as I was about to leave the clan treasury, the gem on my forehead emitted light in one direction. I looked in the direction of the light——
『King's God Sword』
(ps: The ability is usurpation and division. In the original work, it is specifically manifested as magic nullification, body possession, and puppet control)
I was manipulated by that sword.
Being possessed by a divine artifact, it wouldn't be strange even if I were manipulated forever.
Not long after falling unconscious, I saw the soul residing in the sword. The voice was very peculiar. Clearly a little girl's voice, yet it gave me a severely arrogant and domineering feeling. The first words out of her mouth were...
"Hey, little Elga elf sister. You're Diego Brando's woman, right? Where did that bastard die? He actually left me in this broken place for half a century without care! I'm going to kill him!"
Diego Brando... who is that?
"What's with that confused expression on your face? Wait, let me take a look at your memories!"
Who are you?
"Oh~~~ So that's how it is. Well, anyway I can't possess his body. Even if I possess your body I probably can't beat him. Giving him some trouble is also good. Why don't I help you recall..."
D...Dio!
"As for my name, it's also simple. I am called Corpse King · Magatsu no Aruji. Just call me Magatsu. Remember that."
Subsequently, memories like a tide flooded into my mind. Past and present memories conflicted. Large amounts of blood flowed from my nose. I involuntarily fainted.
Thanks to this, I finally understood what that strange feeling was, and why Alicia had suddenly had a nosebleed back then.
I will absolutely not let you off, Dio!
Wait for me to come find you!
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Year 66 after Diego's disappearance...
I met Mabel and the disciple she took in, Stark. At that time she was training Stark. When she gets serious she really has the air of a master.
I explained Dio's matter to her. I originally wanted to suggest going to find him together, but seeing Stark who was only five years old, I instead stopped Mabel.
The Warrior Village was destroyed, family killed. The surviving older brother still can't meet for now. If the master she had finally built trust with left again, this would be too cruel for a five-year-old child.
To comfort the crying Mabel, I promised her that I would definitely bring Dio back.
Unknowingly, even my personality has become as awkward as Orc face...
[My, Dio's, personality is awkward? Don't joke around. That was just the lives of people in a city who had nothing to do with me. Besides, I didn't really let them die. I was just using them to achieve my plan, that's all.]
[In the end, you were born as a princess, while I am an existence inferior even to pets. You haven't experienced everything I have experienced. How could you understand where my personality comes from.]
Suddenly remembered the words Dio once said.
Fine. Then let's walk the path of subjugating the Demon King from back then again. I will understand the state of mind Orc face once had when he was alone!
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Year 70 after Diego's disappearance...
Quite a lot of things happened these years. Fighting against Aura's army, slaying increasingly rampaging monsters, learning more about the Scary Monsters in their mouths, that is, Dio.
Voices of fear are still the mainstream view, but different voices have also sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.
There was an old lady who grabbed my hand and quietly said thank you to him for saving her when she was young.
There was a monk who thanked him for his contributions and spoke out for him, thinking that no matter what, him killing demons had indirectly allowed them to enjoy their current life, especially when demons didn't dare to appear.
There were children who admired him greatly, shouting all day about wanting to become warriors. His teacher was quite helpless about this, because his magic attainments were above those of warriors.
Even...
A Dio Church appeared, gathering people who fanatically worshipped Dio as a savior. The leader's name is Giotto.
I don't know if it's good or bad...
I understand him more and more from back then. Sometimes I can't help but wonder, how difficult is one person's persistence...
Today's me arrived at the outskirts of the Imperial Capital. Due to the long journey, I couldn't help but feel parched.
Not far away lay a vast lake. The lake water was unfathomably deep, the lake bottom appearing black.
As a seasoned adventurer, I don't have so many particularities. I scooped up a handful of water, preparing to drink it all in one go. At this moment...
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"Elf miss, please do not drink the water from this lake."
An elderly man in his eighties or nineties leading a horse appeared behind Sui. His aged voice stopped Sui's next action.
Sui tilted her head. The hand holding the water loosened. Water flowed through her fingers as she asked: "Why can't I drink it?"
"You must be a traveler who just arrived at the Imperial Capital. You don't know what happened here back then." The old man smiled heartily and patiently explained, "I don't know if you've heard of the name Diego Brando. This place was once the former site of the Zenin family estate."
Sui nodded, signaling the old man to continue.
"As you probably know, back then the Zenin family was a favorite in the Emperor's eyes, one of the main forces in the war against demons."
"Until one day, this family suddenly vanished without a trace. The demon war front fell into a great disadvantage for a time."
"Have you ever been curious about where they went?"
The old man muttered as he fed grass to the horse.
"I've heard a bit. Weren't they all killed by Diego Brando?" Sui clapped her hands to shake off the water stains and stood up to feed the horse together with the old man. "And then? Old... grandpa…"
"Thank you, elf miss. No need to call me grandpa. In your eyes, my age should be no different from a baby who has just learned to walk." The old man was surprised that the elf would help him feed the horse. His gaze was calm as he continued, "Their white bones are buried beneath this lake water."
"I was once a servant at the Zenin family stables. That night, little brother Diego killed the entire clan, sparing only me. I think that must have been because I once saw their mother and son pair in pity and took him in to work here."
"It's really inconceivable. The little boy from back then actually killed the Demon King many years later. Such a legendary figure once actually worked under me..."
The old man let out a sigh. He withdrew his deep gaze, turned his head to look at Sui, and once again smiled heartily: "This really counts as good people get good rewards, right?"
"The Empire's external propaganda is that the Holy Hero Alicia subjugated the Demon King. Why do you think it was Diego Brando who subjugated the Demon King?" Sui asked another question at this moment.
"That must be fake news released by the Empire. The Holy Hero Alicia is certainly remarkable, but no one can take this honor away from little brother Diego. I understand him. His obsession with his mother can surpass everything."
Hearing this, Sui lowered her eyes and muttered softly: "Even without personally witnessing the Demon King's death, can he be so certain?"
"Hahaha... I guess it's my intuition..."
"Can you tell me more about Dio, no, Diego Brando's matters..."
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I chatted with the uncle from the stables who once took in Dio for a long time.
He told me some fragmented daily life, saying how close the horses in the stables were to Dio, how sensible he was when he was little, how hardworking he was at work. And why such a filial him would become like that...
Dio once said he was a born villain. Beneath the cold exterior, there was still hidden warmth and sorrow.
I... really want to see you one more time!
Dio...
Dio!!
Dio!!!
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Year 75 after Diego's disappearance...
——Wall City Vize, the endless Golden Land——
"Mahart, I pay my respects to your ideal of human-demon coexistence. But the more you yearn for coexistence, the more people will die at your hands. I cannot let the enemy of humanity, 'Golden Land Mahart', leave this barrier alive." Sui held the King's God Sword, the sword tip pointing directly at Mahart, fully displaying her high spirits. "Give up. In this battle, you have almost no chance of winning."
Mahart's expression was grave. His left hand covered the gap in his right shoulder. His right arm had fallen to one side at his feet, continuously seeping blood.
"So what? As long as we understand human emotions, then the path of coexistence——"
"Is that so? Then how many more humans do you think you need to kill to understand us?" Sui mercilessly interrupted Mahart's words. "The former Demon King also yearned to coexist with humans. However, what it brought was the destruction of nations and countries accounting for two-thirds of the total human population."
"..."
"I'll kill you right now!"
After I complete Denken's commission, I can use the King's God Sword's ability to go to the world where Dio is.
This is the cooperation I reached with Magatsu.
Sui once again engaged in battle with Mahart. The King's God Sword resisted Mahart's All Things Turn to Gold magic. In close-quarters cold weapon combat, Sui had confidence she wouldn't lose to anyone.
Things went exactly as Sui expected. Mahart's injuries grew heavier and heavier. If this continued, Mahart would undoubtedly be defeated.
Just as Sui was about to chop off Mahart's head, she muttered softly: "Soon I can see you, Dio..."
"Dio?" Mahart looked confused, resisting Sui's offensive. "You can't see him. Diego Brando was killed by my own hands. I remember it very clearly. I personally stabbed the blade turned from gold into his brain and heart."
Perhaps because Mahart's words were too certain, Sui was in a daze for a moment. The action of waving the King's God Sword suddenly stiffened.
Crack crack....
Just as Sui's mind relaxed, the continuously activated All Things Turn to Gold magic seized the gap in the King's God Sword and successfully turned Sui into a golden statue.
"You finally showed a flaw, Princess Elga.."
Seeing this, Mahart left directly without looking back.
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In the end, the infatuated elf fell in the Golden Land.