Side Story Chapter 4

Side Story Chapter 4

Der Vogel kämpft sich aus dem Ei.

-The bird struggles to get out of the egg.

Das Ei ist die Welt.

-The egg is the bird’s world.

Wer geboren werden will, muß eine Welt zerstören.

-Whoever wants to be born must destroy a world.

Der Vogel fliegt zu Gott.

-The bird flies to God.

Der Gott heißt……

-The name of that God is……

* * *

“Sancho, Sancho, are you alive!”

“Tudor, my friend! How are you!?”

Tudor and Sancho look at each other, dumbfounded.

For a moment, they stare at each other in disbelief, and then they embrace in a passionate manly embrace.

“I thought you were dead!”

“Me too!”

They hugged each other, sobbing profusely.

And then.

“Excuse me. Friendship is nice, but can you give me a little love, too?”

Bianca, standing behind Tudor, had a vein of blood on her forehead.

“Bianca! My funny girlfriend!”

“What, what kind of bitch is funny gf?”

“Well, it’s just an idiomatic expression…….”

Tudor and Bianca started bickering as soon as they were reunited.


“What…… here?”

A man stood up from the crowd of revived soldiers.

Tudor, Sancho, and Bianca recognized the man’s face at a glance.

“Second Prince!?”

* * *

Here is an old man.

Cold eyes, a stubborn nose, a mouth that looks like it has no hair and a mustache that gives off a heavy aura.

This old man is giving off a chilling impression.


He was crying.

Very sobbing, too.

“Roxana! Penelope!”

Hugo Le Baskervilles, the patriarch of the House of Baskerville, was hugging his wife and daughter, every ounce of moisture in his body spilling out of his eyes.

Roxana and Penelope stare into each other’s faces, dumbfounded.

“How did we survive?”

But there was something more important than that right now.

“Pomerian, my dear!”

Penelope held the small girl, who must have been six or seven years old, tightly in her arms.

Hugo thrust his tear-stained face into Pomerian’s wide-eyed, helpless face.

“Patriarch, from this day forward, you’ll be the Patriarch of the House of Baskerville, and I’ll do anything you want!”

“Uaahhh- mustache!”

“You don’t like mustaches! Hello! Is there no one there? Bring me my sword! Nope! Just grab it with your hands and tear it away!”

Hugo hugged his wife, daughter, and granddaughter and sobbed like that for a while longer.


Osiris, his eldest son, was looking somewhat dazed at the sight of his father, whom he had never seen before.

“I see. My father was human after all.”

He smiled faintly and turned his head.

There stood his younger brother, Set.


“Yes, brother.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. Because my body was taken over by a demon…….”

“I know all about it. Say no more. If everyone has been revived, that’s enough. You are innocent.”


Set began to sob.

Osiris, who had soothed Set’s shoulder, turned away.

Over the railing, in the bell tower, he saw a familiar face.


She stared at Osiris with a wavering gaze.


With that, CindyWendy turned and disappeared down the stairs.


Osiris ran after her.

* * *

A little more time passed.

The Morg and Baskerville families, who had become in-laws, held a friendly tournament.

The instructors strolled among the eight-year-old boys and girls sparring.

“If you hurt each other badly, it counts as a defeat. Keep this in mind!”

“Hehehe- you’re always so eager.”

Instructor Pavlov van Baskerville exclaimed.

And Deacon Barrymore, who was watching, smirked.

The two men began to laugh and chat.

“I hear you’re quite skilled, Deacon. I hear you’ve slain quite a few demons.”

“No matter how I’ve been serving the House of Baskerville my whole life, and even fought with the patriarch when I was younger.”

“Hahaha- speaking of which, the patriarch has also become much gentler as he gets older. I can’t imagine what has also become much he used to be like.”

“That’s true. How time flies.”

Just then.


A loud bang from the rehearsal hall interrupted their conversation.

“Let’s settle this today!”

“I’ll give you a good smashing!”

Highbro of House Baskerville and Highsis of House Morg fought fiercely against each other.

“Let’s settle the matter!”

“All you can do is parrot your brother’s words, you idiot!”

As their swords and magic clashed, their younger siblings, Midbro and Midsis, could be seen holding their own.

Highbro, Midbro, Lowbro.

Highsis, Midsis, and Lowsis.

The triplets of Baskerville and the triplets of Morg are fiercely competitive with each other.


Is it because of the commonality of having survived a war together and risen from the same battlefield at the same time?

Their rivalry was still burning brightly today.

……Of course.

“I guess it’s because my brothers are idiots that they don’t get tired.”

“My sisters are also dishonest.”

Looking at Lowbro and Lowsis holding hands tightly, it didn’t seem like that was the case.

A newspaper fluttered in the wind at the feet of Baskerville and Morg, a handsome man and woman holding each other tightly.

[Outside] Marquis de Sade, 666th Failed Prison Break!

-Last night afternoon, another prison break occurred at Nouvelle Vague, the worst prison in the world……

-Marquis de Sade is the mastermind of this latest escape……

-His granddaughter, Professor Sady, disguised herself as a guard and tried to rescue her grandfather, but……

-They were stopped by the combined efforts of Lieutenant General Souare and Countess Isabella, who happened to be in the right place at the right time……

-The first person to discover Professor Sady disguised as a prison guard was known as ‘Colonel Kirko’ and became the talk of the town……

-She was a prison guard among guards, an elite among elites, known for her stern and strict behavior……

-Professor Sady, on the other hand, is known to have had a mysterious behavior since her escape……

* * * *

And it was not long ago that the Baskerville and Morg families became in-laws.


There was another person who gained a new lease on life from the Day of Full Revival.

Unnamed minor graduate.

No one knew his name.

A retired soldier, whose last name is better known as ‘Baskerville’, was sitting alone at the fountain in the square.


He stood still for a while, taking in the scenery of the square.

Thinking about what to do with his life now that he’s out of the military.


“Buy flowers – fresh flowers -”

A girl walks by the fountain.

At that time.


The girl suddenly stops walking in front of the fountain.

She walked up to the dazed man and handed him the flower in her hand.

It was a white, pristine lily.

The man looked at the flower, puzzled.

“I don’t have any money,”.

“I’m just giving it to you.”

The girl gave the man the flower.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Just because, for some reason, I felt like I should.”

The girl smiled.

Then she asked the man

“My name is Nympet. What’s yours?”


The girl smiled brightly as the man revealed his name.

“Thank you for protecting this world, Mr. Soldier.”

And with that. After she left, the man was left alone in the square with the flowers in his hand.

He stared at the flowers for a while, then muttered in a low voice.

“…… I think I’ll start a flower shop.”


“There you are.”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

A woman, her red hood pulled down deep, came to the man.

The man stared at her as if he’d never seen her before.

Then, the woman lifted the hood slightly to cover her face.


Then, the man’s expression finally shows surprise.

“I see the war hero, The Empress of Heaven.”

“Oh, never mind. No need to say hello.”

The woman walks over with a brisk stride, then slows down again.

She leaned against the fountain’s railing, her gait awkward, clumsy, and somewhat shy.

She was right next to the man.

” ……What brings you here, Camus-nim?”

“Omit honorifics, we’re the same age.”

“You’re the same age as me? I didn’t know that.”

The woman smirked at the man’s comment.

Now, she looks into his face with a pointed gaze.

‘Don’t set your eyes on someone else’s husband.’

‘I am you, and you are me?’

‘Oh, I guess not!’

A voice crackled in her ear.

She smirked and muttered.

“I’m you and you’re me, but…… This is this, that’s that, that’s this.”


The man stares at her in confusion.

She considers for a moment, then nods.

“The flower.”


“Can’t you give it to me?”


The man looked a little confused.

But the woman was undeterred.

“It’s just. I thought I’d get to know you a little better.”

That’s one thing.

This was this side’s business.

* * *

“Wow. I guess everything worked out.”


Vikir smirked as Camus clapped her hands.

All of those who had died unjustly at the hands of the demon’s handiwork were brought back to life.

Camus had controlled the Magic of Full Revival to the finest degree, those who died regardless of whether they were evil or demonic were not revived.


“I suppose I’ll be revived in this world, too, since the Red Death was the work of a demon.”

“By the way, the original Vikir from this world is also very handsome. He’s like a mature middle-aged man…….”

“Hehe, I heard you used to like flower arranging when you were younger. In a world without fighting, you’d be a flower artist.”

“The Nouvelle Vague on this side of the world has been restored, and judging from the newspapers, it looks like I’m alive and well here too. Happy.”

Aiyen, Dolores, Sinclair, and Kirko, who had crossed over from their original world to this world, were still busy chatting.

Everyone on this side of the world, and everyone on that side of the world, had been brought back to life.

However, the six from this side of the line had decided that they would no longer interfere with their fate.

“Now we must plan our lives.”

“We’ll have to adapt to this world.”

“There are some subtle differences, but I don’t think it will be too difficult.”

“If you have money, you can live anywhere!”

“You guys are so easygoing. I like that.”



In particular, Vikir still had unresolved concerns.

[……I see. A milestone. Was this my role.]

[Just by traveling here, you will get what you want].

[But even after you get what you want, you’ll have no choice but to come back here again].

[Because that’s what ‘he’ wants].

The words of Baal that day are stuck in his head.


‘And when the last moment of your life comes, come to this place.’

Is it the mystery of the Magic Abyss?

What was that voice that came from Baal’s head for an instant?


Vikir stroked his chin with his finger.

He didn’t know who the voice belonged to, but for some reason, there was a place that immediately came to mind.

“……Grave of Swords.”

Vikir let the words slip out of his mouth without realizing it.

And then.

“What? Grave of Swords? Where is that?”

“I heard about it from a revived soldier. It’s where the demons were mysteriously exterminated.”

“It’s in the Yuuni Salt Desert, right? But why is that…….”

“What is it? I have a sudden suspicion. You don’t think he’s going to run off again, do you?”

“It’s possible if it’s him.”

The five women who were busy chatting overheard Vikir’s muttering.

Camus, Aiyen, Dolores, Sinclair, and Kirko began to silently monitor Vikir’s condition.






And Vikir, who is completely unaware of this, mutters quietly to himself.

“Perhaps I should meet the man who guards it once more.”

An old memory flashes through his mind.

‘I will see him again someday.’

He clenched his fists.


It was truly the first victory he felt in a long time.