Ten years passed; it was now the winter of Year 738 of the Continental Calendar. Joshua was climbing a snowy mountain, fighting against a strong blizzard for every step.
“...I’m near my limit,” Joshua mumbled.
His heart throbbed. A closer look at his state revealed black veins bulging out of his skin.
-You’ve actually been enduring everything quite well. Other people would have become a demon within a hundred days, but you’ve delayed the transformation process for ten years, you stubborn bastard. However, it’ll be meaningless after today because I have already regained most of my power. Thank you for training every day to prevent my demonic power from encroaching on you, since your body will soon become mine. Hehehehe.
Joshua did not respond to the voice prattling inside his head.
-You can’t even afford to speak now, huh? It’s okay. You and I are already one, so you’re able to communicate with me by just thinking.
“...Just like you said, you feed off my power.”
-Oh? Now you feel like talking? Well, your ego will be erased completely anyway, so why don’t we talk a little before it happens? We were actually great partners before, right?
“You mean two people with a very unpleasant history,” Joshua snapped back.
-Don’t be too harsh, hehehe. Humans have a saying: hate is another form of love.
Joshua stopped climbing when he reached the edge of the cliff. He stood upon the coldest place in the world. No one lived around this northernmost region where there was nothing but blizzards.
“This place looks good,” Joshua said.
-Are you going to kill yourself? It’s meaningless, and you know it, don’t you? You can now longer die even if you want to.
That was the scary part of this demonic transformation process. The moment Joshua gave up on his life, the Demon Spirit would instantly take hold of his body.
“I have been thinking about this for quite a long time. You parasite off of my power and you’ve been completely absorbed into my body, so it would be impossible to remove you from me.”
-You know it very well.
“Then will you, a parasite, be able to survive if I starve you by stopping the flow of my power completely?” Joshua asked.ph, I was wondering where you were getting at... Stopping the flow of your power completely? I told you that your death is the most perfect way for me—
Joshua shook his head. “I’m not talking about dying.”
-...What?
“It would be more accurate to say I’m putting myself in a long-term coma.”
“Why would mercenaries visit this barren village when even the higher-ups aren’t interested in this place?”
“That is how bad things are in the national army, and mercenaries are mostly with the national army. They lost and lost, and then they ended up here.” The man sighed. The weather was so cold that his breath created a white cloud so thick it completely blocked his vision. “I know it has nothing to do with us... but it might be better for the rebels to win before the war stretches on any longer.”
“Hey! You might get punished if someone hears you! Besides, a new emperor will ascend the throne, right? Then the situation will become better for the national army!”
“It’s meaningless now... Whoever the next emperor is, they won’t be able to reach the level of the missing emperor. He was the famous Martial God—everyone in the continent knew about him! Gosh, that was a good time.”
“Then which prince do you think will become the Martial God’s heir? Selim Sanders or Kireua Sanders?”
“Why are you leaving out one of his children? You never know; Princess Iruca, his only daughter, might become the next emperor.”
“Come on, you’re talking nonsense.”
Joshua Sanders, the Martial God and the current emperor, had three children: two sons and one daughter. They were the aforementioned princes and princess.
“Yeah, it’s nonsense. It’s more nonsense to keep delaying and get nagged by our wives.”
“What? You’re heading home right now? Why don’t we grab a beer? It’s been a really long time.”
“No thanks. While we were out there to get food, I walked around the snowfield with my eyes wide open for too long, and I now feel like they’re spinning.”
“We still have something to show for it, right?” The man held up the dead rabbit in his grip and grinned. The two men were hunters, born and raised in the northernmost region of Avalon.
* * *
A person was watching those two hunters from afar, his face hidden beneath the folds of a hood. He had come to a halt to keep his distance from the hunters, but he abruptly started walking again.
“...Those children becoming the emperor?”
A snowy wind blew his hood off, revealing the face of a beautiful man with deep blue hair falling to his waist. He looked to be in his thirties at the oldest.
“Hah, I’ll be able to leave this burden to somebody else then.”
Considering the man’s identity, it was truly an irresponsible remark. Of course, he had no intention of sitting on his hands. He was going to help the national army from the background.
“...It has been a long time since I left home.”
The man’s destination was finally decided. He was headed south, in the direction of Arcadia, the capital of the Avalon Empire.
“The looks on their faces... are going to be a sight.”
He walked in a slow, unhurried pace, an unusual smile dancing faintly on his lips.