Chapter 145: Blackout
There existed a room of impossible whiteness.
A space that was neither heaven nor hell. To call it the present world would be a stretch; it was a vague place known as the heros abode.
In fact, even calling it the heros abode was somewhat of a stretch.
Except for Latera and one other, those who have seen this place generally utter the word heaven.
Crash!
Just like the intruders who were just chased away.
Sigh.
I wish they would stop coming.
Sighing, Latera made a motion as if wiping her forehead with her sleeve.
Angels, being perfect creations forged by God, did not excrete waste, including sweat, but she wanted to feel as though she had accomplished something worthwhile.
Guarding the remains of the hero Kyrie was indeed a rewarding task, but repeating the same task for hundreds of years was not something one could endure with honor alone.
Even with a body that never tires, the mind could still experience emotions like boredom.
Not that she wanted to slack off. She simply wished for someone to talk to to infuse this dreadfully monotonous task with various shades.
Like when she had a conversation with someone years ago.
When will the hero come?
Latera crouched down on the floor, staring into the white void.
Having chased away intruders as she had for hundreds of years,
She figured they wouldnt dare to come back for a while. So, it might be okay to kill some time reading.
I hope he comes soon.
Shiron Prient.
Thinking of the lord who promised to come someday, Latera pulled out a book from thin air.
Her senior had told her it was a magic book that recorded events happening in the real world. Occasionally, new sentences would update in the book as her senior had said.
For instance, a story about an underwater volcano erupting off the eastern coast. Or how a massive wave wiped out several villages. These were stories that didnt matter whether she knew them or not, but sometimes the book contained stories that Latera couldnt help but find interesting.
Like someone finding the Holy Sword, there was a person named Shiron Prient. Or how he had beaten up some arrogant kids at the theological school in Lucerne.
Huh?
Now, peering into the book, Lateras eyes widened.
[Malleus Garibaldi will not return and will stay in Lucerne.]
[Shiron Prient has moved to the Holy Land Brahham.]
[Through a dream, Seira Romer realized the existence of this place and began to seek out Shiron Prient.]
The hero has come to the Holy Land?
Fortunately, the new sentences told stories that piqued her interest. A smile formed on Lateras lips.
Its not the time to leisurely read. I need to prepare to welcome the hero
According to the book, the hero would visit the heros abode in the near future.
Latera conjured a mirror out of thin air.
Reflected in the mirror was a girl covered in dirt, smiling weakly.
As the guardian angel of the hero, it was an appearance unbefitting of her dignity. So, Latera slapped her cheeks to compose her expression.
Latera thought the moment the hero came to pick up his guardian angel should be special, having waited 500 years for it.
Werent we in a hotel just before?
Shiron tried to recall what had happened before they arrived here, sifting through the headache.
Seira, who was supposed to be in Rien, had been in his hotel room.
Then, the Holy Sword he had pulled out shone brightly, filling the room with light. And when he opened his eyes, he found himself in this white space.
The heros abode.
No. Its a bit different.
Though there was the commonality of being entirely white, making it seem like the place he had visited a few times before, Shiron immediately dismissed the thought.
After all, right now, Shiron was fully clothed properly. That minor difference made him perceive this place as unfamiliar.
Not to mention, the girl who always greeted him with a smile hadnt appeared.
But the differences didnt stop there.
Shiron turned his body towards a direction that had been flickering in his sight since earlier.
A brilliant pillar of light. It looked like a line stretching so long it could connect the earth and sky, and no matter how much he raised his head, he couldnt see its end.
Mesmerized by the pillar of light, Shiron licked his rough lips. Despite the series of incomprehensible events, it strangely took him only a moment to decide what he had to do.
Its telling me to go there.
But before that, Shiron decided to wake Seira, who was lying unconscious.
Hey, hey. Wake up.
Despite his eagerness to explore the pillar of light, Shiron couldnt just leave Seira in such a strange place. He wanted to discuss how they ended up in this situation.
However, no matter how much he shook her, Seira showed no signs of waking up.
Is she okay?
He was worried she might be dead, but when he placed his hand near her nose, he felt the faint stir of breath.
Shes not pretending to be asleep, is she?
Slap- Slap- Slap-
Even after slapping her cheeks, Seira did not wake up.
Hmm
Shiron decided to postpone inquiring about the details for later. For now, he wanted to see with his own eyes what was happening at the distant pillar of light.
Unable to leave Seira behind, Shiron picked her up.
Wow. Shes surprisingly heavy.
Muttering complaints about the unconscious Seira, Shiron slowly made his way towards the pillar of light.
One step.
And another step.
After walking for a few minutes, the pillar of light seemed to thicken. What was as thin as a pinky finger when he extended his hand was now as thick as a thumb.
After walking for a few more hours, the light pillar, as thick as a thumb, had become as thick as a wrist.
The entirely white space, devoid of any structures, made it hard to gauge how far they had traveled, but it was clear they were steadily approaching their destination.
How many hours had passed when the thickness of the light pillar no longer increased? The scenery had changed, but that wasnt the only thing.
At the base of the light pillar, there was a glass tube that remained in his memory. Although he had seen it only once, how could he forget it?
Next to the tube where Kyrie was laid to rest,
A pale-faced Latera was leaning against it.
