The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

Hek continued.

“It is real.”

He pointed to a wide place.

“I told you, right? It is not just about being strong.”

“Then?”

“Patience is important.”

“Patience?”

“We have to endure three months with just the minimum food that comes down from the wall while clinging to it.
We call it the worst of all.
And it was truly the worst.”

Sarah’s mouth opened wide.

Live with the minimum amount of food?

Even if they were sent food, could they still eat it?

‘Like surviving off a cliff.’

Since the Rans were superhumans with strong abilities, they might survive it, but from the third month on, it would get hard.

It was a fight between the mind and the body.

“Then mana…”

“No.”

“No way.”

Becoming a warrior of the Rans was difficult.

“It isn’t easy.
How do you do…”

“Well.”

Sarah was startled by the voice of a woman from behind.
Hek just walked away, as if he didn’t see Sarah anymore.

And Sarah felt fear.

In the meantime, she felt someone’s breath on her side and light blue hair falling down on her shoulders.

She turned to the side, and someone smiled.

Then came a whisper,

“If you want to be strong, you should do it too.”

Being strong was hard.

The bodies of the warriors were handed to their families.

Sea of tears fell, and Sarah couldn’t hold back her tears either.

There were many sacrifices.

Sarah thought that she was able to stand because of them.
She felt grateful to them and promised to never forget about them.

“Where should Shiva be cremated?”

“Hmm.
Isn’t there just one place?”

Isis and Hasyath were looking for a place to cremate Shiva.

“The Warrior’s Shelter.
I wonder if enshrining him there would be better.”

“It will be good.
Shiva was a great warrior, so putting him to rest there would be the best.”

“Then let’s do the ritual tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

It was said that since ancient times, the Warrior’s Shelter was where the warriors of the Rans performed their rituals in hopes for their safety.

Normally, they wouldn’t cremate a body there, but it was Shiva, their creator.

And it felt right to place him in the most prestigious place for the Rans.

“And tomorrow, after that, let’s proceed with the inauguration ceremony.”

“Uh? Inauguration?”

“I already said it.
From now on, you are the King.”

“Uh? Father is right here so why do I have to? I don’t want to be the King.
Father can continue.”

“Isis.
You are already a symbolic being, and you also have the qualifications, so lead us from now on.”

Hasyath said with a stubborn face like he wasn’t going to back down.
Even after that, Isis said she wouldn’t, but Hasyath wasn’t backing down.

As Sarah watched the father and daughter argue, Mayatrey tapped her.

And mouthed.

‘Let’s head out.’

‘Okay.’

Sarah felt a little uncomfortable there, so she followed Mayatrey out.

“Hah! This feels nice.”

When she came out, Sarah took a deep breath.

“It was so frustrating.”

“Same here.”

Mayatrey, who was with them, also felt troubled because of the father-daughter quarrel, which wasn’t ending.

“Shall we take a short walk?”

“Yes.”

The two walked.
It was such a beautiful place.
And unlike the image of the Rans as fighters, they had a good understanding of art, farming, and preserving the beauty of buildings.

In fact, in addition to the gates, the city of the Rans was also amazing, with large buildings and neat roads.
Particularly, the buildings were made sturdy, yet delicate at the same time.

Growing up with art around her, Sarah could appreciate it to some extent.

“There must be a lot of prejudice.
To be honest, I never thought the city of the Rans would be this beautiful.”

“Because they are extremely rare in the human world.
Aren’t they known as a race that fights?”

“Right.
It is well-known that out of the three major races, they have the strongest power, but it is only an illusion.”

“It’s only natural because that’s what I’ve been through as well.
Just like the fantasy humans once had for dragons.”

Sarah had an awkward smile as she looked at Mayatrey.

The two strode along the path, and the silence wasn’t awkward either, so Sarah began to feel strange.

She felt so at ease.

It was because of the unique warm nature of the Blue Clan, but Sarah didn’t know it.

After walking for a while, Sarah carefully used her luck.

“Excuse me…”

“Um?”

Mayatrey looked at Sarah, and Sarah asked,

“Before.
When we were fighting the God of Gluttony.”

When she said that, Mayatrey’s face went stiff, as if she could guess what it would be about.

Sarah said,

“What were you trying to say about my brother?”

At that question, she sighed.

She didn’t think Sarah would remember it.

No, it was her fault for even mumbling that.
Mayatrey looked at her, who was confused.

The child would want to hear it.

So should she say it?

“Sarah.”

“Please! Please!”

At her earnest request, Mayatrey touched her forehead.