The "Sword Demon's Love Song" performed by the Sword Demon and the Master Swordsman -- A story of what came afterwards.
A tale of the days after the glorious love story "Sword Demon's Love Song", still sung in the Dragon Kingdom of Lugunica. Overcoming various hardships, Wilhelm and Thearesia are joined at last. The young couple are visited one after another by trials from that peaceful era. Wedding vows, the marriage ceremony, the joined pair's honeymoon -- while being turned about by happy troubles and the blessings of those around them, the "Sword Demon" and "Master Swordsman" gracefully accept the joyful days. Despite this, omens of calamity will not let the two of them escape. -- The era is once again seeking a demon of the sword. "Wilhelm van Astrea, not bad. -- To be able to introduce myself with the same family name as you.". "Sword Demon's Love Ballad", the long-awaited bittersweet tale of the days afterwards. May there be peace for the two blessed by the sword.
Speaking of the Witches I just finished reading the Witches After Tea Party and it was as entertaining and (fucked up) as I hoped.
Spoiler for excerpt:
Echidna tilted her head and smiled while asking the man. The man sighed out of exhaustion. Immediately after revealing his expression that he could not believe that he had made such a response, he immediately said,
「Keep going and talk...」
「Alright, good, really good. My proposal is really simple. Stand in front me for thirty seconds. If you succeed in standing in front me for thirty seconds, I’ll walk with you silently. Interesting?」
「Ha! What do you think this is ? Just your way of thinking, do you actually think we will be afraid of……」
「——From now on, thirty seconds. Go on.」
The conditions have been agreed to, and the right instant, Echidna appeared right behind the girl with long white hair and looked with her black eyes at the men.
「——」
The men stand frozen in front of Echidna with the expression of not knowing what just happened. In their eyes, they saw a girl who was about ten years old until suddenly a girl with white hair appeared.
Then before this question was answered, the men had fallen because of the successive changes.
「Oh、Oh……」
The man with the hatched squatted on the floor. His eyes that were going back and forth in the void have lost their focus, and a large amount of white foam has emerged from the corner of his mouth.
Such things happened to not just him, but all men around Echidna began to become like him. The eighteen people who weren’t able to reach the proposal’s goal were all unbearable affected by Echidna’s wickedness and madness.Grabbing at the neck, turning up his white eyes, spitting at the mouth, falling to the ground, blocking his throat with his tongue, cutting his head with a knife, and burying his head in the snow, the men went mad in a variety of ways.
「——Time is up! 」
After thirty seconds of counting, Echidna toured around. The only thing is left are corpses, blood and vomit. Unfortunately, there does not seem to be any human being who is able to endure thirty seconds of hell and to meet the six witches.
「This is a very regrettable scene. We could have talked a bit more. Well, lets continue to travel as I wanted. Also, allow me to borrow your clothes. They won’t be used anyway.」
Sometimes I think the WoE did the world a favor by offing them, but then I remember she caused more damage than all of them combined. Yeah the Witches aren't evi exactlyl, but their very presence makes it almost impossible to co-exist with other living things. Beyond that disturbing scene there some pretty funny parts in here too.
So here is a translation of the bits of backstory we get on the witches in Arc 6.
Spoiler for Sekmet:
Disclaimer: This is from Arc 6 and not Arc 4. Though it does not spoil anything directly about the arc, you might still want to skip these.
— a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman was being oppressed. By her family, by her friends, by the people beloved to her, she was despised and hated.
Before she was born, there were expectations from her. She betrayed them all the day she was born.
What was left within their hearts was only discouragement and disappointment, what was given to her was only despair and mockery. Those were the only belongings of that woman.
There was a desire of that clan. The second coming of their founder, the former embodiment of glory and prosperity, who was called ‘God’.
Every unknown secret technique, and all outrageous, contraindications were used, and the fruit of it all was that woman.
However, this resultant woman betrayed their desire, and her family and beloved saw her only with eyes filled with despair and disappointment.
“Just live in some corner and then die. That is what you deserve for your crime.”
Eventually the girl child was abandoned in a grassland by her family.
Without knowing the art of survival, she was abandoned, and as just a girl child, she should not have had survived.
But the woman had the power to live without using the techniques to live.
Ironically, what the family committed for fulfilling their desire, it only proved to be a bad feast for the innocent child.
Without any knowledge of words, with no wisdom whatsoever, just according to her instincts the woman survived long in the grassland.
Kill the beast, consume it’s very living blood, crawl around the ground, and lick the remnants on the mud.
As the time quickly passed, the child became a girl, and the girl became a woman, and it soon became difficult for her to live in the grassland.
Listening to the rumour of a woman living in a desolated mountain like a wild beast, men aim for that life and the woman is caught.
The captured woman is beautiful, the men do not take away her life, and the woman is kept.
As the woman’s consciousness eventually complies with the men, she gradually comes down to the village from the grassland.
Losing any need to work hard for living, being exposed to the men’s desires, she lived to only live through the days.
One day the woman is sleeping on a bed, and she gets what she did not know from the men.
Language, knowledge, the way of life, emotions.
The way she was treated changed, she was given gifts to be decorated, and the woman is treated like a jewel.
That day, the woman embraces the strange feelings she had for the men.
What the woman noticed that day was not something similar to appreciation or obligation.
The woman broke the necks of all the men in that house while embracing that feeling.
Easily, effortlessly, without any difficulty, in a moment, she killed them all together, killed them.
She gets out of that, and through the grassland, the woman returns to her hometown without any hesitation.
For the family that lived there, for her beloved those who shared the same blood as her, for the clan members who had much bigger bodies than her, the woman felt strange feelings.
The woman does not notice at that time that what she felt was vengeance and hatred.
But, to those painfully suffering voices crying and asking for forgiveness, the woman smiled from the bottom of heart for the first time.
“Get crushed here, and die in such a pitiful way. — that is, what you deserve for your crime”
In order to gain that pleasure, the woman crushed all family members one after another, and the members of the clan wished for themselves.
Carefully, very carefully, nothing should be left, don’t do it too much, leisurely, one by one, with absolute certainty.
Eventually when all of her family died and everything was over, the woman came back to the place where she had spent time with the men.
She abandoned the dead bodies of her family, but she carefully buried the dead bodies of the men.
Then the woman took a deep, deep breath in the residential area.
The happiness the woman felt for the first time, was that of the feeling of rest and relief.
She will not get in the way of anyone anymore. Thinking and acting are useless, just fall asleep.
— “The Witch of Sloth” continues to intensify her peace of mind and does it endlessly.
Spoiler for Minerva:
Disclaimer: This is from Arc 6 and not Arc 4. Although this doesn't spoil anything directly about the arc, you might still want to skip this.
— a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman was very emotional. The woman was always crying. She was very sensitive to pain and kept crying all the time.
One reason why she grieved and saddened was due to her own inability to forgive.
The woman was surrounded by conflicts, by fights, by scrambles.
No matter how many times she raised her voice, no matter how many people she caught hold of, her sorrow was endless, and her frustration did not meet it’s end. That’s why the woman cursed her destiny.
After cursing, cursing, cursing her destiny, the woman noticed. It is useless to cry, no matter how much you do so.
After noticing that, the next thing the woman wanted was just pure strength.
To have the power to punish anyone and to overwhelm everyone, the woman pushed herself to her limit, gained as much power as she could, and struggled as much as she wished to.
What was needed, was not the power to hurt. A power that takes away, it is not such a thing either.
She wished for such overwhelming strength that nobody could compete with. She believed that that would stop the fighting.
The woman who kept shedding tears, wished for a power that would stop her from crying.
A battle where two sides of power collide, could not be helplessly stopped.
The voice does not reach through. The wish does not come true. Keeping the lamentation aside, despair covers the sky.
Why, are you hurting others. Why, do you think that you should keep living while hurting others. Why, why, why, don’t you think that another way is possible.
“Children are crying. Old people are crying. Men are crying. Women are crying. Everyone is crying. Why—!!”
To stop that, she wanted strength.
She trained herself, withstood any pain and pushed through with her will of steel.
Eventually, the woman will reach through. To her desired power, an overwhelming strength that pretty much nobody would be able to keep up with.
The woman, standing on the battlefield, screams loudly to stop the fighting.
Scooping all the power with her force, she crushed all the lamentation with force, beat down every malice that had power, and her tears stopped flowing.
She beats the ones who were holding swords, kicks the ones that relied on using magic, crushed the things that striked their fangs, and crushed everything that was seeking for a fight.
However, the more the woman resists, the stronger the ones with the swords, magic, and fangs get.
It is like a spiral, a spiral of battle.
Other than the powerful competing forces, nobody individually knows the answer. So nobody knows that there are other ways than fighting and winning.
“How come—!!”
She thinks that she, herself, in the long run, was being violent.
Lowering her blood-wet fist, the woman returned, and while looking at the sky painted in blood, she cried out.
The fights cannot be stopped. All the hard work and effort was in vain, and the tears of ego do not stop flowing.
Finally, desperation enters the chest of the woman, who was running endlessly.
Tears flowed. They overflowed.
These were not the warm tears which continued to flow endlessly, these were the cold tears of helplessness and disappointment.
But at the same time, there was another emotion that springs up.
Her chest gets dyed a darkening black, but rather than that, her field of vision turns red and her mind goes white.
The crying woman does know the identity of that feeling.
Knowing just the name of that emotion, the woman now begins to understand the begging of that feeling.
It was not because of sadness that she cried. She was just mad at herself. The name of this feeling, is what people call rage -- no, this is what people call "Wrath".
To those who compel to shed tears, to those who do not stop fighting, to those whose lives surely meet an unexpected end someday.
— Have a taste of my fist.
One day, the woman stood up, pounded the soil with her knee and started running again.
She jumps into the middle of the people, who were still fighting, beats their face, and shouts.
Stop the fight. Look at the sky. Listen to the wind. Smell the flowers. Live with your family and lovers.
With the woman’s voice, for the first time, upsets ran through the battlefield.
Fists that could send a crack through the earth, kicks that could roar through the sky, all of these made the most of the people’s feelings.
The wounds get blocked, the screams become silent, the knees get healed due to warmth, and there was no longer any meaning in left in the battle.
The tears of the people stopped. People wanted to thank the woman. Raising their voice, waving their hands, they laugh. But then, they notice that woman was already gone.
Of course.
The woman still has something she needs to do. She does not have the time to look back, there was no reason for her to stop her feet.
No one is crying, no one is fighting, nothing is robbed away, she seeked such a world.
Running, running, continuing her running, the woman continues to shake her fist.
Until all tears are stopped. Until the warm streams of droplets on her cheeks stop.
— “The Witch of Wrath” burned with a sorrowful anger and kept running all the time.
Spoiler for Daphne:
Disclaimer: This is from Arc 6 and not Arc 4. Though this does not spoil anything directly about the arc, you might still want to skip this.
— a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman was trembling. The woman was standing on the limit of madness. The woman was standing on the polar region of starvation.
She roared in the solitary castle, bent towards the throne of the sky, lost her teeth, her mouth was split open, and she was hungry.
The woman was a human the day she was born, but now she is no longer a person.
It all started a few years earlier, when the man who ruled this land suffered from an incurable disease.
The man weakened each passing day, and afraid of the approaching death, he reached out for every mean to prolong his life.
Eventually he reached a contraindicative technique in which a lot of lives must be gathered to prolong his own life, a bad exchange.
Many lives were sacrificed, many lives became meaningless, and there that stood that lone woman as the next sacrifice.
Who am I, what is my name, what kind of family did I have and who was family, such memories get burned away.
The woman was only a meagre tool. On the nurse’s bed, the man’s life was eroded by his sickness and he now could only waited for death.
The woman survived, although her life was supposed to be an innocent life only to be spent.
The flesh does not get destroyed, the power springs up, and lights up a life that had been left behind by time.
The man, who was the victim of the sickness, realised that his desires and wishes lied within the woman’s body.
The man rejoiced the outcome, and delaying the memorial service of the victims, punished the woman by detaining her.
— when she took notice, the woman found herself suffering from hunger in an abandoned, isolated castle.
Her cruel hunger overcomes her thoughts, her memories are devoured by violent thirst. She does not have any memories. She does not understand anything. However, her whole body was bound and she had no freedom.
Exhausting the food in the castle, she vomited out the contents of the stomach and repeatedly chewed it again.
At last, with limitless hunger, she got to the stone walls, chewed the throne, and cut off and ate the carpet.
At this rate, she will starve and die. Her immortal body will starve to death.
“Guruguru, guruguru. Guruguru, guruguru......”
Forgetting everything due to her starvation, the woman finally sees a vision.
In the solitary castle, running around freely is a group of dogs with bestial hair.
She does not mind hallucinations. Even if she is not physically filled, she will be satisfied with just the feeling of being full.
With such feelings in her heart, the woman crawls and stands head to head with the beasts. She eats them. She eats them up.
She was filled. She threw it up right after. She licked what she had vomited out. She chews it again. She vomits it, and eats it again.
There was a taste in that vision, in that mistaken observation, in that desire, in that taste. It has a shape. She rolls it on her tongue. When she notices it, the entire inside of the castle was transformed into dogs and dreadful beasts.
“Ah, hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah ha~a”
She was delighted. The following days were filled with her eating, eating more, eating and filling herself, filling herself and vomiting it all out. She became pinched with this hunger and this cycle, of eating, and spilling it all out.
From out of nowhere - no, she gave rebirth to those hideous beasts.
One day, the woman’s restrains could not endure the beasts while she was eating, and they all get outside and get freed.
Now, with freedom, the woman crawled and left the castle.
The beasts also follow the woman and leave the castle. They scatter around the earth, here and there.
Hungry, hungrier, the woman left the boring castle with no doubts in her mind.
Someday, the day will come when this hunger and thirst shall be satisfied.
— “The Witch of Gluttony” gives birth to a group of monsters and continued to be hungry with her inexhaustible hunger.
I like how they play out like fable in terms of presentation.
So here is a translation of the bits of backstory we get on the witches in Arc 6.
Spoiler for Sekmet:
Disclaimer: This is from Arc 6 and not Arc 4. Though it does not spoil anything directly about the arc, you might still want to skip these.
— a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman was being oppressed. By her family, by her friends, by the people beloved to her, she was despised and hated.
Before she was born, there were expectations from her. She betrayed them all the day she was born.
What was left within their hearts was only discouragement and disappointment, what was given to her was only despair and mockery. Those were the only belongings of that woman.
There was a desire of that clan. The second coming of their founder, the former embodiment of glory and prosperity, who was called ‘God’.
Every unknown secret technique, and all outrageous, contraindications were used, and the fruit of it all was that woman.
However, this resultant woman betrayed their desire, and her family and beloved saw her only with eyes filled with despair and disappointment.
“Just live in some corner and then die. That is what you deserve for your crime.”
Eventually the girl child was abandoned in a grassland by her family.
Without knowing the art of survival, she was abandoned, and as just a girl child, she should not have had survived.
But the woman had the power to live without using the techniques to live.
Ironically, what the family committed for fulfilling their desire, it only proved to be a bad feast for the innocent child.
Without any knowledge of words, with no wisdom whatsoever, just according to her instincts the woman survived long in the grassland.
Kill the beast, consume it’s very living blood, crawl around the ground, and lick the remnants on the mud.
As the time quickly passed, the child became a girl, and the girl became a woman, and it soon became difficult for her to live in the grassland.
Listening to the rumour of a woman living in a desolated mountain like a wild beast, men aim for that life and the woman is caught.
The captured woman is beautiful, the men do not take away her life, and the woman is kept.
As the woman’s consciousness eventually complies with the men, she gradually comes down to the village from the grassland.
Losing any need to work hard for living, being exposed to the men’s desires, she lived to only live through the days.
One day the woman is sleeping on a bed, and she gets what she did not know from the men.
Language, knowledge, the way of life, emotions.
The way she was treated changed, she was given gifts to be decorated, and the woman is treated like a jewel.
That day, the woman embraces the strange feelings she had for the men.
What the woman noticed that day was not something similar to appreciation or obligation.
The woman broke the necks of all the men in that house while embracing that feeling.
Easily, effortlessly, without any difficulty, in a moment, she killed them all together, killed them.
She gets out of that, and through the grassland, the woman returns to her hometown without any hesitation.
For the family that lived there, for her beloved those who shared the same blood as her, for the clan members who had much bigger bodies than her, the woman felt strange feelings.
The woman does not notice at that time that what she felt was vengeance and hatred.
But, to those painfully suffering voices crying and asking for forgiveness, the woman smiled from the bottom of heart for the first time.
“Get crushed here, and die in such a pitiful way. — that is, what you deserve for your crime”
In order to gain that pleasure, the woman crushed all family members one after another, and the members of the clan wished for themselves.
Carefully, very carefully, nothing should be left, don’t do it too much, leisurely, one by one, with absolute certainty.
Eventually when all of her family died and everything was over, the woman came back to the place where she had spent time with the men.
She abandoned the dead bodies of her family, but she carefully buried the dead bodies of the men.
Then the woman took a deep, deep breath in the residential area.
The happiness the woman felt for the first time, was that of the feeling of rest and relief.
She will not get in the way of anyone anymore. Thinking and acting are useless, just fall asleep.
— “The Witch of Sloth” continues to intensify her peace of mind and does it endlessly.
Spoiler for Minerva:
Disclaimer: This is from Arc 6 and not Arc 4. Although this doesn't spoil anything directly about the arc, you might still want to skip this.
— a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman was very emotional. The woman was always crying. She was very sensitive to pain and kept crying all the time.
One reason why she grieved and saddened was due to her own inability to forgive.
The woman was surrounded by conflicts, by fights, by scrambles.
No matter how many times she raised her voice, no matter how many people she caught hold of, her sorrow was endless, and her frustration did not meet it’s end. That’s why the woman cursed her destiny.
After cursing, cursing, cursing her destiny, the woman noticed. It is useless to cry, no matter how much you do so.
After noticing that, the next thing the woman wanted was just pure strength.
To have the power to punish anyone and to overwhelm everyone, the woman pushed herself to her limit, gained as much power as she could, and struggled as much as she wished to.
What was needed, was not the power to hurt. A power that takes away, it is not such a thing either.
She wished for such overwhelming strength that nobody could compete with. She believed that that would stop the fighting.
The woman who kept shedding tears, wished for a power that would stop her from crying.
A battle where two sides of power collide, could not be helplessly stopped.
The voice does not reach through. The wish does not come true. Keeping the lamentation aside, despair covers the sky.
Why, are you hurting others. Why, do you think that you should keep living while hurting others. Why, why, why, don’t you think that another way is possible.
“Children are crying. Old people are crying. Men are crying. Women are crying. Everyone is crying. Why—!!”
To stop that, she wanted strength.
She trained herself, withstood any pain and pushed through with her will of steel.
Eventually, the woman will reach through. To her desired power, an overwhelming strength that pretty much nobody would be able to keep up with.
The woman, standing on the battlefield, screams loudly to stop the fighting.
Scooping all the power with her force, she crushed all the lamentation with force, beat down every malice that had power, and her tears stopped flowing.
She beats the ones who were holding swords, kicks the ones that relied on using magic, crushed the things that striked their fangs, and crushed everything that was seeking for a fight.
However, the more the woman resists, the stronger the ones with the swords, magic, and fangs get.
It is like a spiral, a spiral of battle.
Other than the powerful competing forces, nobody individually knows the answer. So nobody knows that there are other ways than fighting and winning.
“How come—!!”
She thinks that she, herself, in the long run, was being violent.
Lowering her blood-wet fist, the woman returned, and while looking at the sky painted in blood, she cried out.
The fights cannot be stopped. All the hard work and effort was in vain, and the tears of ego do not stop flowing.
Finally, desperation enters the chest of the woman, who was running endlessly.
Tears flowed. They overflowed.
These were not the warm tears which continued to flow endlessly, these were the cold tears of helplessness and disappointment.
But at the same time, there was another emotion that springs up.
Her chest gets dyed a darkening black, but rather than that, her field of vision turns red and her mind goes white.
The crying woman does know the identity of that feeling.
Knowing just the name of that emotion, the woman now begins to understand the begging of that feeling.
It was not because of sadness that she cried. She was just mad at herself. The name of this feeling, is what people call rage -- no, this is what people call "Wrath".
To those who compel to shed tears, to those who do not stop fighting, to those whose lives surely meet an unexpected end someday.
— Have a taste of my fist.
One day, the woman stood up, pounded the soil with her knee and started running again.
She jumps into the middle of the people, who were still fighting, beats their face, and shouts.
Stop the fight. Look at the sky. Listen to the wind. Smell the flowers. Live with your family and lovers.
With the woman’s voice, for the first time, upsets ran through the battlefield.
Fists that could send a crack through the earth, kicks that could roar through the sky, all of these made the most of the people’s feelings.
The wounds get blocked, the screams become silent, the knees get healed due to warmth, and there was no longer any meaning in left in the battle.
The tears of the people stopped. People wanted to thank the woman. Raising their voice, waving their hands, they laugh. But then, they notice that woman was already gone.
Of course.
The woman still has something she needs to do. She does not have the time to look back, there was no reason for her to stop her feet.
No one is crying, no one is fighting, nothing is robbed away, she seeked such a world.
Running, running, continuing her running, the woman continues to shake her fist.
Until all tears are stopped. Until the warm streams of droplets on her cheeks stop.
— “The Witch of Wrath” burned with a sorrowful anger and kept running all the time.
Spoiler for Daphne:
Disclaimer: This is from Arc 6 and not Arc 4. Though this does not spoil anything directly about the arc, you might still want to skip this.
— a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman was trembling. The woman was standing on the limit of madness. The woman was standing on the polar region of starvation.
She roared in the solitary castle, bent towards the throne of the sky, lost her teeth, her mouth was split open, and she was hungry.
The woman was a human the day she was born, but now she is no longer a person.
It all started a few years earlier, when the man who ruled this land suffered from an incurable disease.
The man weakened each passing day, and afraid of the approaching death, he reached out for every mean to prolong his life.
Eventually he reached a contraindicative technique in which a lot of lives must be gathered to prolong his own life, a bad exchange.
Many lives were sacrificed, many lives became meaningless, and there that stood that lone woman as the next sacrifice.
Who am I, what is my name, what kind of family did I have and who was family, such memories get burned away.
The woman was only a meagre tool. On the nurse’s bed, the man’s life was eroded by his sickness and he now could only waited for death.
The woman survived, although her life was supposed to be an innocent life only to be spent.
The flesh does not get destroyed, the power springs up, and lights up a life that had been left behind by time.
The man, who was the victim of the sickness, realised that his desires and wishes lied within the woman’s body.
The man rejoiced the outcome, and delaying the memorial service of the victims, punished the woman by detaining her.
— when she took notice, the woman found herself suffering from hunger in an abandoned, isolated castle.
Her cruel hunger overcomes her thoughts, her memories are devoured by violent thirst. She does not have any memories. She does not understand anything. However, her whole body was bound and she had no freedom.
Exhausting the food in the castle, she vomited out the contents of the stomach and repeatedly chewed it again.
At last, with limitless hunger, she got to the stone walls, chewed the throne, and cut off and ate the carpet.
At this rate, she will starve and die. Her immortal body will starve to death.
“Guruguru, guruguru. Guruguru, guruguru......”
Forgetting everything due to her starvation, the woman finally sees a vision.
In the solitary castle, running around freely is a group of dogs with bestial hair.
She does not mind hallucinations. Even if she is not physically filled, she will be satisfied with just the feeling of being full.
With such feelings in her heart, the woman crawls and stands head to head with the beasts. She eats them. She eats them up.
She was filled. She threw it up right after. She licked what she had vomited out. She chews it again. She vomits it, and eats it again.
There was a taste in that vision, in that mistaken observation, in that desire, in that taste. It has a shape. She rolls it on her tongue. When she notices it, the entire inside of the castle was transformed into dogs and dreadful beasts.
“Ah, hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah hah ha~a”
She was delighted. The following days were filled with her eating, eating more, eating and filling herself, filling herself and vomiting it all out. She became pinched with this hunger and this cycle, of eating, and spilling it all out.
From out of nowhere - no, she gave rebirth to those hideous beasts.
One day, the woman’s restrains could not endure the beasts while she was eating, and they all get outside and get freed.
Now, with freedom, the woman crawled and left the castle.
The beasts also follow the woman and leave the castle. They scatter around the earth, here and there.
Hungry, hungrier, the woman left the boring castle with no doubts in her mind.
Someday, the day will come when this hunger and thirst shall be satisfied.
— “The Witch of Gluttony” gives birth to a group of monsters and continued to be hungry with her inexhaustible hunger.
I like how they play out like fable in terms of presentation.
Last batch, BTW if you have read Arc 4 you can read these just fine.
Spoiler for Typhon:
--A woman, there existed a single woman.
She was still young so one may hesitate calling her a woman.
Coarse clothes on a thin body, green hair with a dark skin burnt by the sun.
A woman of that age should be rightfully called a girl, but her heart was dominated by unending unrest.
It was a natural question to that woman which was never answered.
"----"
It continued to bother her head all the time, that unending supreme question.
It existed in this world, that white and black -- good and evil, that is.
Correct things, wrongdoings.
--Even if there are countless actions in the world, all of those actions would be evaluated as either of them.
For the woman who was still a girl, there was a reason to continue worrying about it. It was inevitable.
The one who divides the woman's world into white and black, good and evil, good cause and evil cause, these two, was the woman's own father.
The woman's father beheaded the heads of the sinners, and his work was to give appropriate punishments for their crimes.
To give appropriate punishment, to the sinner who committed the crime, to give an end to those lives was the father's work.
"--Executioner."
That was what the woman said after seeing her father executing and the execution facility, since a young age.
A brutal act, cruel deeds acted upon the living attendants, the execution place was dominated by blood and death.
-- the fact that the woman continued to see "death", was not her own will but her father's instead.
There will be a punishment for the crime committed, evil is rewarded with a bad fruit.
The father tried to tell the woman about the existence of good and evil in the world, and to believe in himself as an executioner.
The father's intention was sublime, and must have had been backed by a noble thought.
However, considering the youthfulness of the woman, it was solitary and it was too early to expect ideals from her.
The woman saw several deaths, smelled the scent of blood, and burnt the sinner that had to be punished.
As a result of that, the woman studied the significance of life and appropriate punishment for sins before learning about the theory of death.
Good causes produce good deeds, evil causes cause evil, the sinners' souls are defiled in accordance with their punishment.
Understanding her father's teachings, the woman wanted a way to "punish sins". She asked for what could be a guide on as to what balanced as good and what defined unfavourable evil.
"----"
However, the balance the woman was looking for did not exist in the area she was looking for it.
There is no simple answer as to what is good or evil, what is right or wrong, sins and punishments depended upon several factors.
"----"
However, the woman, still young, doesn't know how to compromise or give up and does not stop.
There must be an answer. There must be a right balance held for what is good and evil.
The answers had to be given to the unending questions in the heart.
"----"
The days of that conflict continue, but suddenly the answer was given like a grace of heaven.
She broke her father's cup, and the woman was extremely frightened for the crime she had committed.
Prepared for getting her neck dropped, the woman confessed her sin to her father.
"--Confessing your mistake, and apologizing for it is correct."
The woman's father forgave her carelessness, with a smile on his face as well.
The young woman understood the smile of her father and the feeling of the palm stroking her head.
--The balance to measure the crime committed is within the criminal's own heart, nothing other than that.
Even if no one saw it, the sinner himself is aware of his sin.
Good and evil, are unknown. They're difficult. No right guidelines for correctness can be found. Cannot be located.
However, the consciousness about the sin is within oneself. There is no criteria for giving appropriate punishment to the sin. However, the consciousness about the appropriate punishment for the sin is still within oneself.
The woman understood that, the woman was satisfied by that, and finally got the balance.
The young woman uncovered the preciousness of life, and ignoring the rule of giving death to the person, uncovered the sins that were deserving of appropriate punishment.
"----"
The woman walks out under the sun to her executor father and acquaint herself to the punishment he deserved for his sin.
To expose the sinner's desire to punish.
"----"
The division of right and wrong, true and false, real and false, was all the culmination of life for the woman.
To the woman's question, some laugh, some worry, some get confused.
But the answer to the woman's question is the same for everyone.
--The appropriate extent of the punishment needed for the sin, is within oneself's heart.
Take a look around. Nobody is there. There are only the sinners who have been punished.
In the end, overcoming her father's shattered fragments, the woman walks out looking for the sin that needs to be punished in order to give justice to the sinner.
--"The Witch of Pride" questioned sins, punished, and continued judging sinners.
Spoiler for Camilia:
--a woman, there existed a single woman.
The woman, from all aspects, was born and raised as an ordinary village girl.
Loved by her parents, loved by her brothers, she was an ordinary woman who loved her family back as well.
A marriage is decided by the house, like how all village daughters get fixed in a little corner of the cold village. That was the doubtless way of life paved for women.
Such mediocrity of the woman was shattered by a crowd of powerful people who visited the village.
With the bad habit of only wanting what others owned, the powerful forcefully wanted that woman without knowing what was good for themselves.
Even if it's just a cold village in a small country, the disparity between the powerful could not be erased. The woman cannot go against the request of the powerful. Absurd fate, with no other obtainable outcome.
However, the woman was loved. By her family, by the family she was going to marry into, by the village.
The people burn up in anger, which eventually results in fighting.
The fire spreads, the villagers become militant, and finally burn all the powerful down.
One night, the woman's position changed dramatically. From a mere ordinary village girl, a group of men who acted as warriors, proposed for marriage.
With the continued flame, the surroundings took an even dangerous turn as powerful appeared one after another.
It went back to everyone who wished for that woman.
In the blink of an eye, the burning flares burn the small country, neighbouring countries, and even the great country.
The knowledge about the existence of that woman spreads, and people start rumouring that she was a heavenly princess of beauty.
The fantasies and illusions overlap, and the slender body of that woman gets seemingly continually crushed by the growing interests and expectations.
Nobody notices anything about that. Neither her family nor the family she was to marry into, neither the citizens, nobody looked at the woman.
When she shook hands, the crowds shouted, if she walked down the road, the people call her out with a wave of tears.
"This, is...... strange. Y-You are mistake......n......"
Covering her face, denying it. This cannot be, this is not possible. I am just a mere village girl, neither a heavenly princess of beauty nor a glittering, thrilling woman of the country, but just a village girl.
Where is such worth in myself.
People are drunk with dreams. Deceived by illusions and dancing for their ideals.
Eventually, the flames, which originated from that woman, start burning away everything even without any brute force.
On top of that all, the proposer kneels in front of that woman. And, holds her.
"--I love you. This victory, these smiling faces of people, everything of it was given to me by you."
The burning capital, the stacks of corpses, the people shivering in madness.
The villagers who were with her, the family who loved her, the marriage that was to happen with the wish of happiness of that woman.
There is nobody anywhere anymore.
--The woman left without giving an answer to the proposal. Discarding everything, the villagers, her family.
It's not that she has given it all away. Neither did she wish for this. The woman just lost everything she had.
Losing the things she was supposed to have, her beloved, the woman walks alone on the burnt field.
Even still, dreams, fantasies, ideals do not let the woman escape.
With not a single exception, everyone loves that woman, desire that woman, wish for that woman, making her lose everything.
Everyone loves the woman. It is like a curse. Those who loved, did not even know about what true love is.
"The Witch of Lust" continued to be loved which brought destruction, as she continued seeking for the love she lost.
Spoiler for Echidna:
A woman; a lonesome woman.
This woman worried about everything; about each and every struggling person in the world.
Nothing in this small world was hidden from her view. To her, everything, everyone, was a child
who needed protection.
Such a fragile world, with such fragile people, would be so easy to subjugate.
But the woman sought not to control this world. Instead, she sought to shelter it from harm.
And thus, her wretched war of trial and error began. But protecting and advising and saving the
entire world proved to be too heavy a burden, for the woman’s lonely hands could not reach
everyone.
Although she could see every solution, she lacked a way solve every problem.
For the first time, the woman cursed her own inadequacy.
Even if she saw a calamity, she was short on helping hands. Even if she was immersed in a
building crisis, she could do nothing to prevent it.
She could never do enough.
She could reach what was in front of her, but she couldn’t cross an impossible distance. She
could deal with pressing affairs, but she couldn’t turn back the unforgiving wheel of time.
There was so much beyond her reach.
Her supposed power had not granted her wish. Her arrogant wisdom lit no path to hope.
And thus, even as she cast the warding spells the woman fell into despair.
Submerged by an endless sea of regret, each sorrowful wail she could not prevent shattered her broken heart afresh.
Finally, the woman understood.
I can’t.
There’s no way.
It’s impossible.
This exorbitant, lofty wish was unattainable, especially for one lonesome woman.
She knew. She realized. She understood. Her wish was impossible.
But. Even so...
If her own vigilant hands weren’t enough, she would find more.
Simply by not being alone, by finding others who shared her wish, she could reach everyone.
Her mind felt cleansed. The once hazy path had finally become clear.
Her wish could finally reach her once inexorable lament, those once inevitable tragedies.
Extending peace offerings to the conquerors, introducing a cleansing celestial sword to war torn
battlefields, forming warding contracts with great dragons, these would lead to the fulfillment of
that wish.
Surely, she could fulfill it. Surely, it would come. The promised denouement of her great wish.
No matter what, at any cost, soon, maybe tomorrow. It was, of course, on its way—.
“Saved.
They’ll all be saved. The way to save them, I can see it. —The path to salvation.”
Even if there were a price to pay in blood, she needed to prevail, for leaving her struggle
unfinished would render it meaningless.
Even if her newfound comrades were to break their vow, even if her celestial sword’s smiles
were vanish forever, even if her dragon were to levant to faraway skies, she could not surrender.
Even if her first allies left her side, she lose her way, for the once lonesome woman was no
longer alone.
“There’s a truth here. Ah, I need it. —This sacred knowledge.”
She walks a road paved with corpses, designating countless lives as sacrifices, all for the sake of
grasping her greatest aspiration.
One day, with the sufficient amount of knowledge, her hands would reach each and every tear.
For the first time, she truly believes that she can reach it.
So, consumed by that sacred wish, the woman struggles through the excruciating despair. The
[Witch of Greed]’s bleeds avarice in the wake of her yearning.