Tales of Zestiria Chapter 1
Chapter One
1.
Dame du Lac, the city on the lake.
A city blessed with lush waters in the north of the continent of Glenwood, the capital of
the Kingdom of Highland.
Even in times so difficult as to be called the Age of Calamity, it still bustled with life as
the heart of the kingdom. Especially moreso now, with the Festival of the Holy Sword
being held for the first time in years.
"Amazing! So this is the capital of Dame du Lac....! Its so lively!"
Sorey said, eyes shining, not even bothering to hide the excitement at the first city he had
ever seen.
Everything was so new and strange that he kept looking everywhere at once as he walked
down the street. Both sides of it were lined with stores, so many that if he paid attention
to the fruit stalls on the right, hed lost sight of the tool store on the left. He ended up
turning in all directions at once while walking, and as a result almost b.u.mped into
someone he didnt notice coming down the street from the other side.
"Oh, Im so sorry!"
Sorey apologized, fl.u.s.tered, and stepped out of the way. Mikleo shrugged at him in
exasperation.
"Sorey, youre getting too excited."
"Sorry, its just that everythings so strange!"
Sorey answered with a bashful smile, and Mikleo had to sigh at that. Even so, he did
mentally agree : Well, I do know how what you feel.
He couldnt afford to be excited together with Sorey, though. Holding back the incessant
urgings of his curiousity, Mikleo did his best to reply in a calm and rational manner.
"Were not here to sightsee, are we?"
"I guess not. Now then, where should we start looking....?"
Hmm....Sorey muttered, raising a hand to his chin. It was then that they heard somebody
calling out to him.
"Hey, Mister! You over there! You here to sightsee all alone!?"
Both Sorey and Mikleo turned at the voice to find a shopkeeper at one of the stalls
smiling in their direction, holding out a scarf in one hand.
"From the way you look, I daresay this must be your first time in Dame du Lac! Well,
what do you think of this scarf? Its real silk, and if you buy it now itll only cost 860
gald! A total steal, eh?"
"Is it?"
Sorey tilted his head blankly. He could tell that the silk was of high quality just by
looking at it, but the problem was, he had no idea if it was cheap or not.
After all, there was no such thing as currency back in Elysia, where he had lived his
entire life.
As he left the stall behind, he realized once again that he really, truly was in The Outside
World now.
And currency wasnt the only difference here, either.
Sorey flicked a glance at Mikleo, who was walking by his side.
Hair the color of pale aquamarine, skin so fair as to seem almost translucent,
sophisticated violet eyes.
Even from his perspective, Sorey thought that there was a beauty to Mikleo that would
draw the eyes of others. Yet n.o.bodys gazes lingered on him at all. Some even charged
straight into him as if they didnt realize that he was there, even though they were walking
right on the very same street.
Everyone pa.s.sed them by as if Mikleo didnt exist.
"Is something the matter?
Mikleo asked, noticing Soreys gaze.
"Nothing.....I was just thinking that ordinary humans really cant see Seraphim, after all."
"So it seems. That shopkeeper from before also thought that you were travelling alone,
too."
Sorey frowned a little upon hearing Mikleos blithe answer.
Mikleo was not a human, but a Seraph.
The Seraphim were beings unlike ordinary humans, living through time spans that
humans could not experience, wielding powers called the Celestial Artes that no human
could use. Legends told of how they onced live alongside humans, but their existence had
long since been relegated to myth, turned into objects of reverence and figures of worship
for the people of Glenwood.
That was just how the humans saw it, however.
The Seraphim were still living in this world even now, quietly, avoiding all contact with
humans.
Elysia was one such place. And Sorey was the sole human to have been raised there.
"Weve always lived together normally, but whats normal for everyone else is a world
where Seraphim dont exist, I guess...."
"Sorey....."
This time Mikleo, too, frowned at the tinge of loneliness in Soreys voice. The somber
atmosphere didnt last long, however.
"Itd be so nice if theres a way for Seraphim and humans to live together, though!"
Sorey exclaimed cheerfully. Mikleo stared at him for a short moment before breaking into
a smile.
Because in the words if theres a way, he could feel Soreys wish of I want to find that
way.
"To do that, youll have to do something about the problem of mankinds spiritual power
first. If n.o.body can see Seraphim, then nothing can be done."
Mikleo said, and Sorey happily chirped "Yeah, thats right~!" in turn.
"If people can see Seraphim by having high spiritual power....then, cant we do something
to raise it for everyone somehow?"
"Ive never heard of a way to do something like that, though......whoa!"
Mikleo was crossing his arms over his chest thoughtfully when he suddenly lost his
balance. He fell forward, headfirst, but a startled Sorey jumped in to catch him.
"Whats wrong, Mikleo!?"
"Something just suddenly...."
Bewildered, Mikleo turned back. To see a large pig standing before him.
"A pig!?"
Their eyes widened in unison. It was then that they heard a cheerful voice.
"Excuse me! That pigs part of our wares!"
A girl was running towards them.
The girl, whose hair was as bright as her voice, slapped the pigs back lightly before
giving them a wry smile.
"Sorry for startling you, he just ran off while we were delivering him to the client. Youre
not hurt, are you?"
"Um...."
Sorey struggled to find words. The pig had b.u.mped into Mikleo, not him, but of course
she couldnt see Mikleo himself. But while he was racking his brains for something
appropriate to say, Mikleo threw him a glance that clearly spelled said Dont mind me,
just act normal.
"Im all right. Everythings fine."
The girl sighed in relief at his answer.
"Oh, thats great to hear. If it turns out that we injured a civilian while on the job, the
name of the Wagtail Wing merchants guild wouldve been ruined forever!"
After saying that, she started to push the pig away in an attempt to get it back.
The plump----and frankly delicious-looking---pig refused to budge, however. The girl
tilted her head quizzically and muttered huh? to herself, and Sorey decided to offer her a
hand.
"Here, let me help you."
Together, they managed to get the pig walking to the horse-drawn cart it came from.
Along the way, Sorey asked.
"By merchants guild, do you mean you travel to all sorts of different places?"
"Sure! If theres a job to do, well go anywhere in the world!"
"The whole world? Thats amazing! But isnt it hard to travel across different countries all
the time?"
"Well, yeah. Were all protected by treaties of commerce, though, so we basically get a
free pa.s.s to every city."
"Wow!"
As they finally got the pig to the cart proper, they brought the pig back on the carriage
with the help of guild members waiting there.
With everything done, Sorey exhaled in relief. The girl then held her hand out for him.
"Thanks a lot, you were a big help there. Im Rose, and you are?"
Sorey shook her hand and told her his name in return.
"Well be staying in this city for a while, so just holler if you ever need anything! Well
make it extra cheap for you."
Rose winked, grinning. With how she said cheap but definitely not free, it looked like
she really was a shrewd merchant after all.
As he waved Rose and her crew goodbye, Mikleo spoke up after staying silent through it
all.
"That was careless of me."
"What was?"
Sorey asked. Mikleo gave him a slightly exaggerated shrug.
"Animals can see us."
"Mmm. So they can, now that you mention it."
"Other people might end up giving you odd looks for it. Weve got to be careful,
especially in cities."
Thats true.....Sorey nodded. But Mikleo wasnt done.
"In other words....even if humans cant see me, there are things that know Im here."
Sorey turned with a jolt towards Mikleo.
Even though he was the one who said it, Mikleo was turning away with a huff, as if he
was embarra.s.sed.
------its not as if everything treats Seraphim like we dont exist.
Mikleo had said that just for him. He was trying to alleviate Soreys loneliness in what
little way he could.
Sorey broke into a smile at this, at his kind childhood friend who somehow couldnt be
straightforward at all with his kindness, and pulled his enthusiasm back together.
"All right, lets go and look for Alisha already, then!"
"Isnt that what Ive been saying all along?"
Sorey smiled wryly at how not straightforward that was once again, then began to walk
ahead.
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2.
After walking through the city and collecting some basic information, Sorey and Mikleo
ended up in front of a large mansion in the n.o.bilitys district.
Apparently, this was where Alisha---the person they were looking for---lived.
Since Dame du Lac boasted hundreds of times more population than Elysia, they were
prepared to break their backs looking for one woman in it all, but it was unexpectedly
easy to find her house. Even moreso after they learned the ident.i.ty that she adamantly
would not say.
"So Alishas the princess of Highland, huh?"
As he looked up at Alishas mansion, Sorey recalled his memories of her.
Alisha was a dignified woman.
Even though she was clad in armor, there was a gracefulness to the way she talked and
moved, and the white ornament she used to tie her pale blonde hair up was lovely and
suited her well. She might have been hiding her ident.i.ty, but her elegance still shone
through, and it didnt surprise him in the least to learn that she was royalty.
Alisha and Sorey had met in the ruins close to Elysia.
She had lost her footing, slipped and injured herself, and Sorey helped her when she was
incapacitated. That was how it began.
They were both avid readers of the Celestial Records, a book which doc.u.mented legends
in different locales throughout the world. Thanks to that, they immediately hit it off, and
got along well after that.
To Sorey, Alisha was the first human friend he ever had.
"To think that shed go exploring the ruins all by herself, though, even if they call her the
Knight Princess over here...."
"Maybe shes just that desperate. Even though we still have no idea why Alisha went to
the ruins in the first place, looking at this city, I think I can understand why shed look to
legends as her last resort."
Mikleo glanced at a street corner. His face darkened slightly at the sight of a black mist
swirling in that place.
"Can you see it?"
He asked, and Sorey turned to look at the same street corner. He saw nothing but ordinary
bricks and stones, however.
But a Seraph like Mikleo could see it-----the Malevolence that was driving this world
mad.
"Mmm....anyway, the Malevolence is strong here in this city. Its hanging everywhere,
and it makes me feel a little sick, to be honest."
"Are you all right, Mikleo?"
Sorey asked, concerned, and Mikleo gave him a little smile.
"Im still fine. Im starting to feel that Id rather not stay here long, though."
Then the sudden sound of a dog barking furiously startled them both, and they stiffened.
His experience with the pig still fresh, Mikleo immediately turned to look behind.
"What is that?"
"Mikleo, over there!"
Sorey pointed to the mansions garden. A dog was barkly wildly at empty s.p.a.ce, head
low, tail high, as if it was ready to pounce at any moment.
A wisp of fire burst into life in the empty air in front of it.
"What!?"
Sorey inadvertently cried out. The fire convalesced into a ball, then many more appeared,
a curtain of fireb.a.l.l.s circling the dog threateningly. The dog, too, couldnt help but take a
step back in fear.
"Tch....pipe down, you d.a.m.ned mutt."
Something shaped like a man soundlessly appeared in the middle of the swirling ring of
fire. And yes, it was a man, clad all in black with his long hair tied back in a crude
ponytail.
"You! That fox guy!"
Sorey shouted as he came into view. This was the other person they were searching for
like Alisha----although for entirely different reasons. The foxlike man, Lunarre, the
turned towards Sorey and peered at him with insect-like eyes.
".......What a pain in the a.s.s."
He spat, then leapt away.
"Hey, wait! Mikleo, lets go after him!"
The two of them hurriedly ran after Lunarre, but the latter was fast. He moved as if he
was weightless, rushing through the streets and jumping from rooftop to rooftop like the
wind. After rushing through a number of twisty little streets, Sorey and Mikleo found
themselves ending up in a dark back alley.
"What is this place....?"
No one was there. However, Mikleo could see a much greater Malevolence swirling here
than any other alleys they had pa.s.sed along the way.
"This feeling.....hes here, no doubt about it."
Sorey could sense something, too, even though he couldnt see it. He drew out the
ceremonial sword he carried for self-defense and began to step ahead cautiously Mikleo,
too, readied his staff and followed close behind him.
"........More annoyances I dont need. Great."
Lunarres voice rang through the alley. It echoed through the dim back courts like it was
nowhere and everywhere at once, and it was impossible to tell where it originated.
Mikleo was slowly walking forward when the sound of something rending the air
reverberated through the alley.
"Mikleo!"
"!"
Before he could turn to look, Sorey tackled him to the ground. At the same time,
something buried itself into the brickwork with a loud clank.
"Tch!"
Lunarre pulled his claws up from the engouged streets, whipping his head to face Sorey
and Mikleo.
Both of them got to their feet immediately and rea.s.sumed their combat stance.
"We wont let you do as you please, Fox!"
"And just who the h.e.l.l are you......?"
Lunarre looked at them in irritation, then his lips spread into a grin.
"Oh, I see, I see. The hors doeuvres that I didnt get around to eating back in that village,
huh? To think youd come all the way here to be eaten after I let you go---"
"Were here to stop you. ---------Youre not going to kill Alisha."
Sorey involuntarily tightened his grip on the sword. Their opponent was a h.e.l.lion---
someone turned into something inhuman by the Malevolence. And h.e.l.lions were not an
enemy a regular person could fight.
Still, he couldnt just turn a blind eye to someone who tried to kill his friends.
He had came all this way to stop Lunarre from killing Alisha, after all.
"Oh, so youre going to get in the way no matter what? Fine. Ill just have my appetizer
before the main course, then......Ill kill both of you."
A strange glint lit up in his golden eyes, then Lunarre simply disappeared.
Sorey raised his sword up without thinking. In an instant, a sharp clank rang through the
alley with a rain of sparks. Lunarre had jumped up and brought his claws down on Sorey,
and Sorey had blocked it with his sword.
"Well, now......that was a good parry, eh?"
"......!"
Lunarre said cheerfully, as if he was greatly enjoy all this. In contrast, Sorey was in no
position to be talking, gritting his teeth and holding his sword tight.
There wasnt any opening for him to push back against Lunarres attack even if he wanted
to do so. His arms were also growing numb. Sorey grimaced.
This is bad.....!
Lunarre cackled as Sorey continued to be pushed back on the defense.
"Whats wrong now? Is it over already?"
"Twin Flow!"
Lunarre clicked his tongue, then jumped out of the way of the oncoming rush of water.
"Sorey, are you all right!?"
"Thanks, Mikleo!"
As he replied to Mikleo, who was running to his side, Sorey tightened his grip on the
sword again.
"Is it just me, or is that guy stronger than he was before?"
"Maybe he was weakened by Gramps Domain of Divine Protection back in Elysia."
"Shut up, brats, youre annoying. Hurry up and burn to a crisp already!"
Lunarre said, reaching out towards Sorey. A ball of fire appeared from his hand and
launched itself at them like bullets. The sheer force of it knocked both of them
backwards.
"Ngh!"
Soreys face twisted in pain as he hit the ground. Across the alley, he could see Mikleo
crumpling against the wall on impact, limply sliding to the ground like a rag doll.
"Mikleo!"
Mikleo didnt move no matter how many times Sorey called his name. He simply lay
there, completely still, his eyes closed.
Then a shadow came to stand before Mikleos unmoving form. Lunarre.
"Ill kill you properly this time. For having the gall to get in my way when youre such
puny weaklings!"
Lunarre made a show out of licking his claws with his long tongue, as if he wanted Sorey
to see, then raised it above his head.
"Stop it!"
Sorey screamed. In that moment, a sharp knife whistled through the air and buried itself
in the ground next to Lunarres feet.
"What!?"
Both Sorey and Lunarre instinctively turned to the origin of the knife. Leaving
themselves open in the process.
"Dont move."
Something cold and metallic pressed itself against Soreys neck.
Snapping to attention even if he couldnt move, he glanced at Lunarre and saw that he,
too, was being held from behind with a knife to his neck.
Who.....!?
Just as Sorey was trying to find out who his opponents were, Lunarre suddenly cried out
to the one holding the knife to Soreys neck, his voice filled with unexpected fear.
"Ch....Chief.....!"
"Lunarre, have you forgotten our rules?"
A voice came from behind Sorey that couldve belonged to either a man or a woman.
Lunarre shook his head at the sound of it.
"There will be no second chances. Is that clear?"
Lunarre nodded vigorously, and then person behind Sorey spoke once more.
"Go."
More people suddenly appeared from nowhere at all. Grabbing Lunarre, they disappeared
as quietly as they came.
Someone who could make that Lunarre so afraid....
Cold sweat ran down his neck, dripping on the knife held just above his collarbone.
"The a.s.sa.s.sination order on Princess Alisha is a mistake. We will target her no more."
Sorey frowned at those words, spoken with a quiet voice at his ear.
"........Are you telling me to believe you?"
"We have our pride."
The knife quietly left his neck. He immediately tried to turn, but a thundering cry stopped
him.
"Dont turn!"
Sorey froze in place.
"You dont have the leisure to be investigating us now, do you? If youre worried about
the Princess, best hurry up and go to the Altar of the Holy Sword."
".......What do you mean?"
"The Princess has many enemies. a.s.sa.s.sination is but one way to bring her harm."
"Are you saying there are other people trying to put Alisha in danger!?"
No answer came. The figure, too, was gone. Even so, Sorey still asked.
"Why did you tell me about that?"
"As I said, we have our pride."
Only their voice rang through the alley. Sorey was lost in thought for a moment, then felt
tension leaving his shoulders.
"Maybe......I shouldve thanked them for that, I guess?"
He thought he could hear a woman laughing softly, but that soon faded away with a gust
of wind.
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3.
The Festival of the Holy Sword.
It was a festival deeply linked to the legend of the Shepherd as told in Dame du Lac.
According to the legend, anyone who could pull the holy sword out of the altar in the
shrine would receive the blessings of its guardian, the Lady of the Lake, and they would
be able to become the Shepherd.
Held for the first time in many years, the festival was bustling with activity. The line of
challengers for the holy sword reached all the way outside of the shrine, thanks to a
number of people just trying it out for fun.
With the line being so long, Sorey and Mikleo deemed the front door to be a lost cause
and decided to find another entrance.
The only way to know if they could believe the a.s.sa.s.sins advice or not was to see if
Alisha was really at the shrine, after all.
"Still, the architecture here is amazing...."
Sorey said, remembering the decorative stylings on the front door, his voice more like a
sigh.
"Probably built during the Age of Faith, Id surmise."
"No, the decor doesnt add up. Id say that its from a later date."
"Is it? I wonder."
"Of course it is."
Their discussion began to heat up.
With exploring ruins being their shared hobby, the two of them tended to get intense
when archaelogy-related things came up. They had always been like this ever since their
childhood days, so enthralled by the study of ruins that they often stayed up talking about
it together well past their bedtime, the hours all but forgotten.
"Come to think of it, didnt the Celestial Records say that there are even older ruins here
in Dame du Lac?"
Sorey clapped his hand in realization, reaching for the volume of the Celestial Records he
always carried before catching himself.
"Wait, wait, no. Alishas more important right now!"
He put it back, fl.u.s.tered, then continued to look for the alternate entrance.
Walking around the shrine, they found a back entrance at the end of a staircase leading
upwards. However, the soldiers guarding it naturally prevented Sorey from getting in.
"After weve came so far...."
Denied entry and given no chance to bargain, Sorey hung his head down in
disappointment and began to descend the steps.
"Should I give you a hand?"
Someone said, waving at them from the bottom of the stairs. It was Rose.
"Rose? Why are you here!?"
"My friends are helping with setting up the Festival of the Holy Sword. Im here to cheer
them on, and then I saw you arguing with the guards. You want to get in no matter what,
right?"
"Yeah, Alisha is...."
In danger, he was about to say, but then Mikleo elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
"Too much information, Sorey."
As Mikleo pointed it out, Sorey caught himself and began to stammer, waving his hands
up and down frantically. "Um! A-anyway, Id be glad for any help you can help! If youll
help, that is!"
He covered up his gaff clumsily, but Rose didnt seem to find him suspicious at all. She
grinned.
"Okay, then. Youre going to need some money."
"Money?"
"Thats right. Something to bribe Sir Guard over there with. Cash always make
everything go faster."
"How much do I need?"
"Hmm, lets see.....well, itll work out for sure if we can get a thousand gald, I guess."
"A thousand gald!?"
Sorey involuntarily raised his hand to his chest. Of course, just touching his wallet
wouldnt change the fact that it contained far, far less than a thousand gald any.
"I dont have that much...."
Sorey stammered. Rose then asked, "Okay, how about I buy something from you?"
"Something thats worth money....?"
His hand still on his chest, Sorey tilted his head thoughtfully. He reached back to the
pouch hanging behind his waist just to see what was there, and something brushed his
fingertips.
"How about......this?"
Rose and Mikleos eyes widened when they saw what he took out.
"Wow, thats unexpected! Thats a great pipe~!"
Taking the pipe from him, Rose scrutinized it intently.
"Its been well cared for, hasnt it? Its old, but there are no scratches here at all. This thing
has got to be worth more than a thousand gald, weve got to get it properly appraised...."
"No, its okay! More importantly than that, please help!"
Sorey looked at Rose as if he was urging her to go.
"Nnnghh...okay, then!"
Lightly jumping up the stairs, she began to talk to the soldier guarding the back door.
Sorey watched her go, wistfully, and Mikleo watched him in silence.
The pipe Sorey just gave Rose was a farewell gift from Gramps, Soreys foster parent.
Though he had forbidden Sorey from coming down to the Lower World right to the end,
he gave his favourite pipe to Mikleo and asked him to give it to Sorey as the latter was
about to leave the village alone without telling them.
Rose gave them a wave a few moments later. Transaction successful, apparently.
"All right. Lets go, then!"
Mikleo said to Sorey with clearly intentional exuberance, giving him a push in the back.
"Mmm."
Sorey closed his eyes once, lightly. When he started walking forward again, he was
looking straight ahead once more.
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Alisha was standing next to the shrines altar talking to Maltran, the head organizer of the
festivities, when she noticed someone approaching. As she realized who the new guests
were, her face melted into a smile like a flower coming into bloom.
"Sorey!"
Alisha immediately ran to him.
"Welcome to our city! Are you here for the Trial of the Sword!?"
There was a joy in her expression that wasnt just because she was happy to meet him
again.
It was because she had been hoping and hoping, against all odds, that if there was anyone
who could pull the holy sword out of the altar and become the Shepherd, itd be someone
like Sorey.
Sorey shook his head no, however.
"Im here to tell you that youre in danger, Alisha."
"Huh.....?"
The princess inhaled sharply, and Sorey explained why he was there.
How Lunarre appeared in Elysia after Alishas departure.
How a mysterious group of a.s.sa.s.sin appeared and told them to come here after they had
followed Lunarre all the way to the capital.
After Sorey finished his story, Alishas face darkened and she whispered, "I see..."
"What that mysterious group said is true. There are many people who do not think well of
me. I cannot afford to be craven because of that, however."
"But, Alisha....."
"Thank you, Sorey. I am truly grateful for your concern."
The strength of Alishas resolve rendered Sorey speechless.
His friend was already prepared to face danger by herself, right here before his eyes.
There was nothing more to be said.
"The last ceremony of the festival, the lighting of the Flames of Purification, will begin
soon. Please do stay and watch it to the end."
Alisha said, then headed to the altar with Maltran.
Mikleo had been watching everything quietly. Sorey leaned close to him and whispered.
"So thats the resolve of a statesman....."
"Its incredible...."
It made him sigh deeply without thinking.
"Well, weve came this far. Lets have a look at the Festival of the Holy Sword, shall we?"
All right, Mikleo agreed, and both of them also headed to the altar.
Peering at it from the side hall, both Sorey and Mikleo cried out all at once.
"Huh!?"
They werent surprised at seeing the holy sword buried deep into the dais, the symbol of
the altar.
They were surprised because a long-haired woman was sleeping on it, as if she had
collapsed onto the dais and stayed there.
"Mikleo! Thats......is that the Lady of the Lake!?"
"Looks like it...."
"No one here can see her, that means shes got to be a Seraph!"
Sorey said excitedly. She was the first Seraphim he had met ever since leaving Elysia.
And whats more, she was a person the legends told of.
"This is amazing! The legends are real!"
"Indeed. It must be that you cant pull that sword out unless you talk to her. So thats why
normal people cant do it."
Mikleo agreed, then continued.
"Shes sleeping really soundly with all this noise, though."
The altar was filled with the groans and shouts of partic.i.p.ants trying to pull the sword
out. Despite this entire racket, the Lady of the Lake was still sleeping soundly,
comfortably. She was something, all right.
"Try talking to her, Mikleo!"
"Me!? But, its...."
As Mikleo hesitated, the last challenger stepped down from the dais. In return, Maltran
and Alisha appeared on top of the podium.
The voice of Maltran, Highlands Blue Valkyrie rang through the room majestically.
"My people of Dame du Lac! This long-awaited Festival of the Holy Sword had been
held off for many years, with our world in turmoil. This year, however, Her Highness
Alisha has granted us her understanding and complete cooperation, and that is why we
are able to hold the festivities today!"
Urged by Maltran, Alisha stepped forward.
"Strange things have been happening as of late. Cases of unnatural events, pestilences,
bad harvests, and political instability with our neighbours. I believe, however, that it is
precisely in times like this that we must not neglect our customs and traditions."
The gathered civilians all gave her a loud applause at the end of her dignified speech.
Alisha nodded at them in return and glanced at Maltran, who took a torch from a retainer
at her side and waved it theatrically.
"Now come, Lady of the Lake! Come, and show us your power!"
She said, throwing the torch into the pyre stacked behind her.
The fire quickly consumed the stacked logs, turning into a roaring blaze.
The noise of the fire woke up the Lady of the Lake, who got up and corrected her posture
as if she was embarra.s.sed to be caught sleeping late, then looked around her as if she
wasnt entirely sure what was going on. Alisha, of course, didnt notice her antics as she
resumed her speech.
"Lady of the Lake! Purify our sorrows! Purify our sins with your inferno!"
She threw an offering into the fire, making it burn brighter and brighter. Lit up by the
light, the Lady of the Lake turned her head downwards, a strangely somber expression on
her face. Both Sorey and Mikleo looked at her.
"Why does she look so sad....?"
"Who knows....? Because no one ever talked to her even though shes been right there all
along, maybe?"
"No one, huh....."
Sorey leaned forward and peered at her.
With the offering burnt, the rite of the Purification Fires was over. Maltran spoke up
solemnly, heralding the end of the festivities.
"Hear me, people of Dame du Lac! Let us pray together! May this ceremony bring us
peace and prosperity!"
Everyone cheered and clapped at the sound of her authoritative voice----however,
"Prayers!? To h.e.l.l with your d.a.m.ned prayers!"
A man pushed his way through the crowd, approaching the front of the podium.
"Will praying bring back our jobs!? Can you answer me that!?"
The man shouted, glaring at Alisha.
"The entire reason the cabinets withholding exclusive trade agreements for crops and
weapons is because theyre going to start a war, right!? Are you going to let us die like
dogs!?"
His aggressiveness sent a wave of uncertainty rippling through the crowd of festivalgoers,
who had all been enjoying themselves before. Their faces darkened with anxiety,
and conflicting whispers of but.... and he has a point.... began to spread from corner to
corner.
"This isnt a very good turn of things...."
Mikleo frowned. Beside him, Sorey stared at the Lady of the Lake. She had been glaring
at the sky ever since the man appeared, looking as if she was afraid of something.
"Youre only doing this to justify the cabinets ego! Were not falling for this farce!"
The mans shouts began to get to peoples hearts, and murmurs in his support increasingly
grew louder. A guard standing below the dais started, as if he sensed danger, and thrusted
the spear towards the man, bellowing.
"Silence! Do not disturb the festival!"
Though Alisha had been enduring this entire dialogue without a word, even she couldnt
stay silent at that.
"Stop!"
Before she could even finish saying it, however, the soldier hit the man with his spear.
That was the start.
The crowd exploded in rage. Fueled by their discontent, they came rushing in, fists raised
at the guards. Both sides soon joined the fray, turning the scene into utter pandemonium.
"This is bad.....!"
Sorey was about to run to protect Alisha when Mikleo noticed a guard running outside the
shrine, mixing in with the insurgents. On a closer look, it was apparent that he was the
guard who caused all this by attacking that man. Somehow, the citizens he was supposed
to be fighting were helping him get away from the shrine.
"Thats it! Theyve planned for this all along....all this violence!"
Sorey stopped mid-run at the sound of Mikleos voice, then turned to Alisha and shouted.
"That guard!"
Alisha immediately spun toward the direction Sorey was pointing to and saw the guard
just as he got away. Maltran, also looking at the same thing, narrowed her eyes icily.
"This is the ministers handiwork, no doubt about it."
"Hed go so far as to get citizens involved with their power games!? Is he so far gone!?"
Alisha bit her lips. An insurgent ran to her, fists raised.
"Is there truly no other choice....!?"
Alishas face crumpled in anguish. Then, she turned to strike back at the insurgent.
As angry cries and screams filled the shrine, a voice reverberating with extraordinary
purity rang through the halls.
"This cannot be! You cannot give yourself to aggression!"
It was none other than the Lady of the Lake, standing on the top of the podium. It looked
like she was trying to talk to the citizens, but n.o.body could hear her voice.
And yet she continued.
"Please, calm your hearts! If this keeps up, a h.e.l.lion....a h.e.l.lion would be born!"
Of course no one heard her, even if she had waited there alone for so long----or so it
seemed.
"A h.e.l.lion!?"
The Lady of the Lake turned to Sorey and Mikleo at that. At the same time, an insurgent
raised his face upwards and wailed as if he was a beast.
"What is that!?"
Alisha exclaimed in surprise. She turned to Sorey and Mikleo.
"This is....!"
It was right there in plain sight for Sorey and Mikleo. A swirling black fire, rising to
engulf the man as he cried out, turning him from man to something else.
The man stopped shrieking then, spinning to face Sorey and Mikleo.
His face was no longer human, but a monster covered in bristling fur---a werewolf.
"Did he turn into a h.e.l.lion....."
Sorey gulped, staying on his guard.
Mikleo remained alert, too, as he looked around the shrine-turned-battlefield.
"The Malevolence is born from the wicked hearts of Man, and from the Malevolence the
h.e.l.lions are born....more h.e.l.lions are going to appear if this isnt stopped!"
Sorey turned and cried out to the Lady of the Lake, standing there on the podium, her
head hung low.
"Lady of the Lake!"
The Lady of the Lake started with a jolt. Then she turned to Sorey.
Alisha turned to look at him in surprise, too, but he paid it no mind.
"Lady of the Lake, cant you do something!?"
"You have the power of purification, right!?"
Mikleo shouted, too, and the Lady of the Lake widened her eyes as she saw him, as if she
had frozen to the spot.
"Can.....both of you.....?"
Can both of you see me?
Sorey nodded at the question she wasnt able to articulate.
It was then that the werewolf made its move.
Rushing it with a speed far surpa.s.sing that of ordinary men, it brought its claws down on
Sorey. He dodged, rolling, and its claws connected with the pyre instead.
With a terrible sound, the pyre collapsed. The fire roared, rising up into a conflagration,
sparks flying everywhere. Tendrils of fire rose to the ceiling, burning darkly. The black
fire soon spread to the ceremonial banners hanging down from the ceiling, filling the
shrine with screams.
"Mikleo! Put out the fire!"
"You can say that dark fire is the same thing as the h.e.l.lion itself! I only know what to do
with ordinary fires!"
Mikleo produced his staff and called forth a surge of water with the Celestial Artes,
directed it on the roaring fire.
Standing in front of Mikleo and protecting him, Sorey looked around the room.
"Its getting worse, Mikleo....! The h.e.l.lions just keep popping up!"
"Huh.....!?"
Mikleo quickly scanned the room, too. Indeed, several more werewolves have appeared
while both of them were preoccupied with the flames, rampaging through the shrine.
"Its not just the violence, the fear and the confusion here are also giving birth to the
Malevolence......!"
"If this keeps up.....!"
Sorey turned to the Lady of the Lake for help, but she only shook her head sorrowfully.
"The power of purification is not for me to use, but for the one who takes out this sword,
one who becomes a blade for me to wield."
"Then!"
Sorey immediately leapt to the dais and reached for the sword embedded in it.
Both Mikleo and Alisha exclaimed in surprised at his sudden action.
"Sorey!?"
His fingertips were about to touch the blade when---
"Please wait!"
Looking up, he saw the Lady of the Lake standing before him with sorrow written on her
face.
"To become my sword is to become my vessel, and there will be a fate that you must
bear."
The black fire swell and rose. The heat was so strong that it felt like it could burn their
throats off, but the Lady continued speaking as if it was nothing, quietly, as if she was
admonishing herself.
"In return for wielding the power of purification and abilities far greater than that of the
average man, there will be those who find you terrifying, and there will be times when
their terror wears down your heart. And you will have to face terrible decisions, too, in
order to save mankind and Seraphim alike from the h.e.l.lions...."
The Lady of the Lake stopped speaking then, clasping her hands together over her chest.
As if she was praying.
"It will a lonely battle, lonely beyond imagining."
The Lady cast her eyes downwards, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with the colors of sadness. Sorey looked
straight ahead at her.
"Is that the fate of the Shepherd....? Are you saying that he has to accept that right now!?"
Mikleo objected as he battled with the flames. It was a fate revealed to them for the first
time, and in terrible circ.u.mstances like this, too.
Thats just like intimidation tactics!
"Yes. Thats why....."
The Lady pressed her hands together more tightly, as if she could hear Mikleos inner
voice. Her fingertips were white.
Sorey stared at the Lady as she stood before him, hands clasped together.
He was being forced to make a terrible choice, but his heart was calm.
After all, hed finally found it. Found the path hed been searching for all this time.
"May I ask for your name?"
"Huh?"
The Lady of the Lake looked up to find Soreys gentle gaze meeting hers.
"Oh, um, of course. Its Lailah."
"Lailah."
Sorey said, softly. A lonely name called by no one for who knew how many decades, he
thought.
"I want to travel the world and visit all its ancient ruins. Its because I believe, you see,
that somewhere in times long past lies the knowledge of how humans and Seraphim can
live together in happiness...thats what I believe."
Both the black flames and the h.e.l.lions onslaught were bearing down on them, but Lailah
didnt move at all. She listened intently, so as not to miss a single word of Soreys quiet
voice.
"Thats my dream. To find a way for humans and Seraphim to live happily together. If
purifying h.e.l.lions means saving humans and Seraphim both, thats got to be connected to
the dream Im chasing somehow. Or at least I think so."
"Sorey.....youre....."
A light of anguish shivered through Mikleos eyes. He looked at Soreys face and could
see an unyielding resolve there, as plain as day. It was easy to see for him. They had been
together for that long, together ever since they were born.
Sorey took a deep breath. His throat felt like it was on fire.
His heart, however, was racing, the heat soaring up in his chest from finding a bridge to
his dream at last was far stronger than any fire could be.
"Ill become the Shepherd! Ill give this body as your vessel, and Ill bear that destiny!"
As he made that dauntless declaration, Sorey grabed the holy sword.
Lailah put her hands on top of his.
"I have long been waiting for this day. For a person with a heart so pure that the
Malevolence cannot form."
She said, somehow sounding as if she was on the verge of tears, and light swelled from
her hands. An intense pain shot through Soreys left hand at the same time. Then Lailah
gently released her hands from his, and on Soreys hand was a mark of the dragon.
The mark of the Shepherd shown in the Celestial Records.
"Now, Sorey-san! Take the sword!"
"All right!"
Sorey gripped the handle of the holy sword once more, gathered all his strength together,
and pulled the sword out all once.
He closed his eyes. Something hot, something burning, was rushing from the blade to his
very core. At the same time, he could feel the air around him shaking.
Everyone in the room turned to the epicenter of the strange tremor to see a young man
taking the sword out of its altar : the birth of the Shepherd.
"Sorey, did you really.......!?"
Alisha stared, unable to take her eyes off him, forgetting how to blink.
"Haaaaah!"
Sorey swung the recovered sword at the black flames. At the same time, Lailah released a
number of paper slips into the air as if in response to his attack. The paper slips turned to
silver fire, disintegrating the black flames before they, too, quietly faded away.
"The fires are gone....!?"
"What the h.e.l.l!? He just swung that sword....!"
"O Great Shepherd! My Lord! That person, hes the Lord Shepherd come!"
The crowd began to buzz with talk of Sorey the Shepherd, one person after another. They,
too, were unable to take their eyes off him.
Sorey readied his sword once more, looking up at the pyre above the podium. His attack
had removed most of the black fire, but it stilled roared in the big bonfire, burning,
thundering.
He came to stand before it. Werewolves appeared out of nowhere, and even h.e.l.lion
slimes no one had noticed before surrounded him, one after another.
"Lets do it, Sorey-san!"
"Yeah!"
In response to Lailahs voice, Sorey swung his sword in a great arc. Lailahs paper slips
danced in the wind together with the sound of rending air.
As the paper slips turned into silvery white fire, they surrounded the werewolves rushing
in to attack them.
"Gyaaa!"
The werewolves writhed in pain, falling to the ground and returning to human form.
"This is the power of purification...."
"Yes. My fire can purify a h.e.l.lion and free the person engulfed by the Malevolence."
"Malevolence....I see. So theres just that much malevolence tainting this world, then."
"Huh....?"
Lailah asked as she aimed for a slime sneaking behind their backs with silvery fire.
"Sorey-san, dont tell me that you can already see the Malevolence!?"
"Yeah....I think so. Is it that thing looking like a black fog hanging here and there?"
Lailah was speechless to hear his answer. Sorey could see the Malevolence, indeed.
Even if he had become the vessel and everything, it was hard to believe that he could get
used to it enough to see the Malevolence so quickly.
"Sorey-san, if its you....!"
"Huh?"
Just as Sorey turned to the sound of Lailahs voice.
Raaaaaaaaaaahh!!
The black flame in the pyre shook as if it was alive and with a mind of its own, surging
forth to engulf Sorey.
"......!!"
"Sorey-san!"
Sorey couldnt breathe in the midst of the searing flames, and he fell to his knees. Lailah
immediately cast a healing spell on him, but he still couldnt stop heaving.
To make matters worse, the slimes had also entered the fire, heading straight on top of
Sorey. They didnt like the heat any more than he did, it seemed.
"Nnnngh! Im not going to sit here and let you kill me!"
Using the sword as leverage, Sorey tried to stand up. Lailah whispered to him.
"Sorey-san, its time to show them the true power of the Shepherd."
"The true power of....."
"I shall give you my true name."
Lailah softly whispered her true name into his ears.
"Thats......your....."
"Please say that name. And then draw all the flow of power into yourself, envelop your
body with it. Thats the true power of those who call themselves Shepherds!"
"All right! Ill give it a try!"
Using every ounce of strength he had left, Sorey stood up, held his sword high and cried.
"Foes Maema!!"
The mark of the dragon appeared on Soreys left hand again in that instant, and the same
mark also glowed on Lailahs left hand. Her body turned into a wisp of light that soon
grew to encompa.s.s Sorey.
Soreys body twitched in this shining light. As if following its unspoken guidance, a
change was occurring in him, too. His light brown hair turned gold, a color like that of
light itself, growing out behind him like a surge of water that couldnt be contained. His
blue clothes turned white, embroidered with gold, his earrings and hair ornament dyed
with a red reminiscent of Lailahs fire.
As the light surrounding him finally faded, his eyes slowly opened.
Those eyes, once shining with the green of verdant forests, now burned with the red of
blazing fire.
"This is....!?"
In the midst of flames, Sorey looked at himself on impulse, tugging at his own long hair.
"This is called Armitization!"
Lailahs voice rang from inside his head.
"Now, Sorey-san! Use the fire of purification!"
"All right! Lets purify everything at once!"
Sorey lifted his sword. What was once the holy sword had turned into a ma.s.sive blade,
bigger than the entire length of his body.
"Lets go, Lailah!"
"Lets go!"
Sorey swung at the slimes as they readied to attack, as well as the fire surrounding him.
Raaaaaaaarr!!
The pyre sundered with a loud roar. Cleaved in half, the fire no longer rose up, quietly
fading away. All the flames faded away from the shrine, and Sorey quietly landed on the
floor.
"Sorey......!"
Mikleo called him, the joy in his voice strangely unconcealed. Sorey returned it with a
smile.
"Sorey....have you really......?"
Alisha staggered towards him. The shrine was quiet, as if someone had doused the entire
crowd with water.
"Mmm. Ive become the Shepherd."
Soreys answer was short, but the quiet shrine erupted into cheers at it, drowning out
everything else.
For the first time in decades, a Shepherd was born.