Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

As for the gray-cloaked person who was sometimes clear-minded and sometimes crazy, and kept talking about "the forty-two elders," "a thousand years ago," "the demon race," "the traitor," Yuffie completely regarded it as nonsense.

But now, the princess looked closely at the shadow monster killed by the gray-cloaked person.

She was very sure that in the human history record of the past five hundred years, there was no such magical creature.

Yuffie couldn't believe those ancient historical myths, but when such a monster, exactly the same as the one in the legend, appeared and could hide in the shadows, even she couldn't detect it. Her worldview was greatly overturned.

Not only because the demon race truly existed.

But also because this proved the previous nonsense of the gray-cloaked person.

"So, what you said before, was it all... true?" The beautiful eyebrows of the princess were tightly locked at this moment.

"Ha Ha ha ha!"

The gray-cloaked person suddenly burst into laughter, his distorted expression made his face, which was already ugly with burn scars, even more ferocious.

"My dear princess, what are you referring to? Are you referring to the chaos rift that tore open the sky a thousand years ago, and the countless powerful demon races that invaded the world?"

"Or are you referring to the hundred-year war between humans and demons?"

"Or are you referring to the hundreds of millions of warriors who died to protect this world?"

"Or are you referring to the hero who defeated the Demon King and saved the world, and those forty-two elders?"

"Or are you referring to..."

"That person who, after the war, used our trust to kill the forty-two elders, that selfish and self-serving person, that person who altered history, that person who betrayed us all, WHO SIZED OUR WORLD!!"

The gray-cloaked person shouted out the last sentence.

His whole body was trembling with anger, and every scar, whip mark, and torture mark on his body seemed to be telling the endless hatred in his heart.

He smashed things in the study room, hugging his head, as if just recalling certain scenes from the past made him suffer, and he couldn't accept it.

Princess Yuffie did not stop him.

She let the gray-cloaked person vent his emotions.

This madness lasted for nearly a few minutes, and the gray-cloaked person gradually calmed down.

He sat there in a daze, his facial expression changed from frenzy to numbness, and he seemed to realize that he was just venting his anger in vain, leaving only a hollow look in his eyes.

"Well, I believe you, but I want to know, how did you... survive until now from a thousand years ago?"

"Survive until now?"

Every word of Princess Yuffie seemed very funny in the ears of the gray-cloaked person.

"If you have to endure the pain of a knife cutting, the tearing of your heart, and the pain of your flesh being eaten by ants at night, then indeed, you can say that we have lived until now."

"This is the path we have chosen for ourselves, because we cannot die yet. We still carry the deep grudge of the forty-two elders, so we swallowed the fire seed and became ghosts in history. We firmly believe that one day, the traitor will be punished.

Until we see the traitor's miserable end, I cannot die, I absolutely cannot die."

The gray-cloaked man muttered to himself, and what supported his decaying body was not only the "Fire Seed" spell but also the will of hatred.

"So, who exactly is the 'traitor' you speak of?" asked Princess Yuffie, the crucial question.

"No, I can't say it, I can't mention it. It will be discovered, it will be discovered!! That name is forbidden, and we have all been cursed. If we say it out loud, I, along with everything here, your palace, the royal city, and even the entire Ilinor, will suffer a catastrophic disaster!

I can't say it, I must not say it. We cannot make the same mistake again, we absolutely cannot!!"

The gray-cloaked man seemed to have fallen into a desperate and painful memory again.

It was as if "they" had suffered an irreparable tragedy because of this mistake in the past.

He covered his mouth tightly with his ten fingers, and his fingernails were deeply embedded in his flesh, as if he wanted to tear his mouth apart to prevent that forbidden "name" from being spoken.

Seeing this, Princess Yuffie immediately changed the topic.

"Alright, then let me ask another question. Is the current appearance of the demon race related to that traitor?"

"Related? No, no, no, only we from a thousand years ago know the horror of the demon race. The traitor is also aware of this, and that person is extremely afraid of the demon race.

Therefore, that person has been searching for the Chaos Rift that was sealed by the hero in the first place, in an attempt to completely destroy the demon race, because it is the only existence that can threaten that person. But now it seems..."

"Haha! Hahaha! That person has failed! It turns out that there are things that even that traitor cannot do!

This is retribution, this is retribution!"

A thousand years ago, he, who fought against the demon race on the battlefield, never thought that one day he would be longing for the demon race arrival like this.

The gray-cloaked man hoped that the army of the demon race would march on the land, spread the flames of war, and destroy the so-called "human" world, just as it did a thousand years ago.

But in his heart, he was clear.

It was impossible.

Even the demon race could not stand up to that traitor.

That person had almost completely taken over the power of the "Chosen One" hero and reached a more terrifying level than the Savior of a thousand years ago.

Moreover, the claws and fangs of the traitor, those "Great Sages," had also been allocated by that person, once the hero's relics to save the world.

Each 'Saving Relic' has unparalleled power, and many have absorbed and learned from the experience of the human-demon war, and have been improved by that person to specifically attack "demons."

The more fearful, the more precautions are taken.

So, it seems that the current human world has been weakened a lot compared to a thousand years ago.

But in fact, the gray-cloaked man was well aware that this was just a distorted world created by the traitor, a world of slaves. As slaves, they did not need power, as long as they continuously produced value for their "master."

If they really became complacent because of this, a hundred years ago, they gathered their underground forces and even communicated with a certain extradimensional race to resist together, thinking they could avenge the traitor.

But the outcome had already paid a painful lesson in blood and tears, and they exchanged this information.

As for the arrogance of the demons, the gray-cloaked man saw almost no hope.

He couldn't think of what kind of demon king could stand up to the traitor who held the power of the "hero."

However, this was still an opportunity for them.

The gray-cloaked man quickly regained some rationality and clarity.

He must inform the other "ghosts" of this information as soon as possible.

The future attack of the demons would definitely attract most of the traitor's attention, and this would be a good opportunity for them to develop and gather their strength again.

The demons could not kill the hero.

This was a "predetermined" fate.

Therefore, the hero could only be killed by them, the humans.

Just as the "traitor" did in the first place.

For this reason, the gray-cloaked man finally turned his gaze back to Yuffie, the princess of the Kingdom of Ilinor, who was deeply embroiled in a "predicament."

"Your Highness, do not be nervous. The demons are probably still in the preparation stage. The shadow demon on you is likely to be wandering around and scouting without distinction.

The high-level people of every human kingdom may be implanted, and even if the demons really attack, the sky will fall on the empire, and the pressure of the demons will be fully placed on the empire, right?"

"In my opinion, Your Highness, this is an excellent opportunity. I know that you have always wanted Ilinor to be independent and free from the control of the empire.

It is because of your ambition that you have sheltered me and planned to eliminate the Five Flower Alliance and the imperial envoy three days later. Am I right?"

"I will take action and become Your Highness's sword, clearing all obstacles for you. I believe you can trust a seventh-stage grand magus from a thousand years ago. But after that, I hope you can fulfill your promise and allow Ilinor to..."

"Shelter us homeless ghosts."