His Majesty Blackberry Kennet, aged twenty-six.
He once walked along the winding river of his youth, trying to find the old grandmother who had given him bread. He once walked through the forest, chasing the song of the nightingale. He also flew an airship, trying to find his angel.
However, ten years have passed since the war began.
The angel did not come.
Once, someone was bold enough to shout at him that the Supreme Magician was a man, so he ordered the civilian to be executed.
...Angel, angel.
What is holding you back? Is it because the affairs of heaven are too busy? Can you take me away and let me follow you to heaven?
Blackberry thought of her eyes when he was young, which were like precious black gemstones. No matter how old he was, her face remained young. She must be an angel from heaven, not to despise a monster like him who could cause disease. She clearly said - "Whether a sword is good or evil depends on the person holding it, not the sword itself."
He has saved so many now... so many...
But she didn't come.
Blackberry Kennett stood in the Abyss of Naraku, his body covered in blood and wearing a demon mask - this was what the angels had taught him, if anyone looked down on him because of his youth, then let them ignore his appearance and look directly at the fear.
He's been wearing a mask for too long.
So long that... sometimes he would believe that he was what people called a "tyrant".
He clenched the Eye of the Old One in his pocket.
...He had picked it up in the past few years. Ever since he picked it up, he had been successful in every battle. The Eye of the Old Ones often whispered in his ear, telling him what he should do.
[You shouldn't have come. This is obviously a trap. The Supreme Magician will not be caught by the Church.] The Eye of the Old One sighed.
"There's a one in a thousand chance that I'll come. I can't bear to see her die," Blackberry said.
[You are so smart, why are you so confused now? Don’t you know that if you die, there will be no recovery? ] said the voice.
"...I'm tired." Blackberry said.
He didn't explain further.
The more he fought, the more he found that ignorance had taken root in people's hearts. Even though he used his ability to intensify illness to fight wars, it gradually turned into fighting violence with violence. Many people would rather spit blood and die in front of him than spit on the witch.
...So what's the difference between him who exacerbates the disease and the "witch" who is rumored to spread the plague?
Blackberry is often confused.
Every time the disease intensified, he could feel a little more fluid accumulated in his body, as if the disease of others flowed into his body. He became weaker and weaker, and these darkness were like time bombs, which would explode instantly when he died.
——At that time, he became the real source of plague.
He gradually discovered that his own ability was also a huge trap. Human lifespan is limited, but the lifespan of gods is infinite. He overdraws his lifespan to fight on the battlefield... Once he dies.
That will bring about darkness a thousand times greater.
Even if he wanted to hold on for a few more years, he knew that this was like drinking poison to quench thirst.
[Are you finishing?] the voice said.
"I have entrusted the government affairs to my subordinates. In the past few years, I have been traveling around on airships and have been deliberately training them." Blackberry suddenly laughed.
His smile is like the pure smile of little Xili when she was young.
“I have lit the fire.”
"Since this war, people have realized the unreliability of faith. They also realized that the plague was most likely not caused by the witch, but spread by others."
“More and more people are beginning to abolish trial by burning, even if it is only for a short time, but they have tasted the benefits of justice.”
"All I have to do is hold up the torch and light it for two or three seconds."
“I have done that.”
"War is a means, not an end. What I want to do is never to unify the world. A completely unified world is of no benefit. What I want to awaken is only their thoughts, to make them realize that there are no witches in this world, and that burning at the stake will only burn innocent people to death."
“I’ve done that for the past ten years.”
"In order to wait for the angel, I endured the pain and lived on. Now I have waited for ten years, and finally understood... Angels will not be attached to the human world. To her, I may just be an insignificant passer-by. I should not expect her to remember me."
"Let's stop here."
"The world does not need a dictator. The emperor has completed his mission of enlightenment and it is time for him to leave."
[……] The Eye of the Old Ones did not say much.
Footsteps were heard, and surrounded by knights, the goddess raised her sword.
At this moment, Blackberry saw the goddess of this generation through the holes in the mask - ah, he knew her.
When he was twenty years old, he once flew through a beautiful town in an airship. There was a young girl wearing a thick cotton jacket, strolling leisurely on the street. At that time, he would take out a leaf flute, put on a mask, and play a song for her as a bard.
I heard that the goddess' family had been destroyed. It seemed that the beautiful town was also destroyed in the war that he had created.
He ruined her life.
“…”
He ruined so many lives.
He saved so many people's future generations.
When future generations judge Kenit the Great, will they recognize his achievements in awakening people's minds, or condemn his brutality in starting a war?
He himself doesn't know whether he is black or white.
Then he opened his arms and laughed loudly.
"Lord Angel! Lord Angel! Lord Angel—!"
"I have completed the trial you gave me! So many people have awakened from ignorance. I did it. Can you - can you see me -"
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