"No matter how history unfolds, your calling will never change."
"Really... I... was it really right for me to draw my sword against my own friends and family in the demon race?"
J.L. R. hugged his wife's arms tightly once again.
"You must have heard of the hero 'Alphonse,' right? Legend has it that he is such a hero. Whether the enemy is human, demon, or god, he fights only for his beliefs."
Regardless of anything else… it was precisely because of this unwavering fighting spirit that he ultimately became the first pioneer of the Duchy of Valentino.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Langshi was deeply moved, his heart filled with countless emotions.
"Indeed, and it is precisely because I aspire to be like this hero that I changed my surname to 'Danlitale'! 'Danlitale' is the sacred sword he wielded to establish his duchy—the 'Danlitale' of extreme ice!"
The erudite Flandre often used the legends and myths of heroes to encourage and support herself. Over the years, if it weren't for her, Jullen would not have been able to stick to his beliefs and get to where he is today.
More likely, on some day long ago, he became a demon due to a resurgence of his demonic nature and died by someone else's sword.
Ifinas stood outside the half-open door, eavesdropping for a long time. In fact, her father had noticed her presence from a certain moment on.
Perhaps—and we will never know—that Jullen said these words on purpose for Iffinas to hear.
Undeniably, these words were the main reason that inspired Ifinas to become a knight.
Journard gently pushed open the door, letting Ifinas into the bedroom.
"Effie, did you hear what I said?"
The daughter nodded silently, and before her father could speak, she blurted out, "Dad, I...I want to become a knight in place of my brother!"
The father affectionately patted his daughter's head. Iphie's hair color was inherited from her father—pure white, clean, and flawless. Her younger brother, Philsa, had hair that was slightly grayish.
"By the way... I want to become a knight... Do I need to swear an oath now?"
Ifinas's childlike words made her parents chuckle, but they meant no disdain.
The mother was worried. Would making her daughter a knight be tantamount to pushing her into a fire pit? The path of slaying demons was extremely arduous, often requiring one to risk their life in a desperate fight.
However, there is no doubt that the older sister's swordsmanship talent is far superior to that of her younger brother.
Even with her younger brother possessing the "Eyes of Coldness," she is still incomparable. Moreover, her daughter, Ifinas, inherited her mother's demigod bloodline. These two key factors make her qualified to become a Demon Slayer, and her future is infinitely bright.
"No, you don't need to swear an oath. You just need to work hard to improve your swordsmanship from now on, protect your mother and brother, and surpass your father."
The father went to war. Soon, the demon war escalated, and eventually, it inevitably reached this inconspicuous town.
The mother, to protect the town's residents, risked everything, sacrificing herself to unleash the power of a demigod. In the end, she died as a result of merciless divine retribution.
Having lost his mother, Philsa vowed to become a demon slayer in order to avenge the demons who had harmed his family.
Similarly, because of his mother's death, he no longer believed in the so-called divine offspring revered by mankind and became an atheist.
By now, Philsa has become a knight who can stand on his own.
Sometimes, recalling his parents' admonitions, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. If his mother could know this from beyond the grave, she would surely be furious. No matter what mistakes he had made, his mother would always be very angry.
However, sometimes he would convince himself that his parents hoped he could uphold his beliefs and steadfastly follow the path he had chosen.
That's why I chose to embark on the path of slaying demons. Thinking about it this way, I think my parents would be very supportive.
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The year 256 of the Alchemy Era in the Duchy of Valentino, the fourteenth day of the Dark Moon...
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Firsa's Travel Diary - Page Thirteen
I recalled the afternoon my father left home for the last time to go to war, and the words my sister had once said to me.
For many years, my sister and I would argue whenever my father's admonition to forbid me from embarking on the path of demon slaying was mentioned.
She only recently told me why her father gave her such instructions, and why she aspired to be a knight.
It turns out I've been misunderstanding my sister all along. I always thought she was jealous of my "Cold Eyes" and didn't want me to use my talents...
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Old memories surfaced in my mind without warning, appearing as dreams.
Philsa Danlitaire got out of bed, stretched her limbs, and then washed up.
The cold water helped me clear my head considerably. Looking back now, compared to other experiences, this one really wasn't anything.
During the demon riots eleven years ago, countless innocent victims lost their loved ones, and my experience was by no means the most tragic.
However, it would be going too far to judge each person's past experiences solely based on the degree of tragedy.
Philsa examined the small, still-healing wounds on his body and carefully put on his clothes. A moment later, he picked up his sword, which lay quietly on the table.
The Icefire Sword? Franzane—his "comrade" who had also been severely wounded in the battle against their mortal enemy that day. He drew the sword from its sheath and stared at the blade for a long time with complex emotions.
Several small nicks appeared on the blade, which appeared to be metal but was not quite metal, yet had a slight metallic sheen.
The once-bright brilliance was now far less than before. The magic core embedded in the hilt was considerably dimmer than it had been.
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