Saijaku Muhai no Bahamut Vol 17 Prologue

Prologue – The Day The Hero Was Born

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Part 1

When was the beginning of everything?

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Was it when social positions that differentiated fellow humans into royalty and commoner, or perhaps slaves, were invented?

Or perhaps it was more primitive, since two different existences were born?

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──The Arcadia Empire that accepted the Xfer clan in the past of more than a millennium ago climbed to the top with the power of the Ruins and reigned there, but at the same time it stepped onto the path towards destruction.

The influential people who obtained achievements at the beginning eventually turned their fangs toward their compatriots who were in weaker position.

──Elixir.

It was proved that the optimum raw materials for the secret medicine that awakened the sleeping potential of humans and strengthened them were humans with a close blood relationship. Since then the exploitation of life itself began.

And then even the people of the Arcadia Empire who were oppressed continuously one day reached the limit of their patience and began a rebellion.

The resistance force of the Arcadia Empire.

That force was called 『the clan of traitors』 by the imperial family and nobility. On the surface they were called as 『evil』 who disturbed the country’s peace because of their greed for wealth.

Fugil in that past of more than a thousand years ago was the son of a certain man of such 『clan of traitors』.

The battle using Drag-Rides was extremely gruesome for both camps.

It was a chain of hatred that was produced from desires for revenge.

The weak people who were dragged in.

Within the chaos that was boiling like the cauldron of hell, Fugil encountered a single girl.

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Part 2

And then──currently it was the middle of the night in the New Kingdom.

A single man was looking up to the jet black sky on a terrace that was jutting out from the castle.

「──Hey, Fugil. Why did you help those dogs and cats?」

The main body of that Sacred Eclipse was possessing the queen of the New Kingdom Raffi Atismata.

But, right now while Raffi’s consciousness was sleeping, the figure of Sacred Eclipse itself appeared in front of Fugil once more.

「…………」

The figure of Arshalia who he had continued to see many times more than a thousand years ago.

The beloved woman who he was unable to save.

Sacred Eclipse was a system that read a human’s emotions and projected that feeling.

It sympathized with a human’s despair and resentment and granted them the power of Elixir.

The humanoid Ragnarok that was created by Arshalia in order to save the weak.

In the past, it sensed and read Fugil’s heart and showed itself in front of him many times.

The expression of the girl, the questioning words, they were repeated for thousands, tens of thousands of times, seeping into Fugil’s eyes and ears.

「You fought against your own desire and calculating thought. You even threw away yourself to save the weak. Actually you aren’t a horrible human like everyone is saying. You’re actually a kind person who is unable to overlook someone in trouble. I believe that you are someone who possesses the courage to fight for the sake of someone else.」

The existence who was called as heresy even among the imperial princesses of the Arcadia Empire.

Fugil met Arshalia for the first time at a back alley of the castle town.

No, perhaps it should be called as her talking to him one-sidedly.

The weak animals that were turned into targets of violence from the masses as an outlet for their dissatisfaction.

The girl coincidentally saw from a nearby building the figure of Fugil standing on the way of people in order to protect them.

Later, when the girl called Arshalia slipped out of the castle and came once more, she called out to Fugil.

The girl, Arshalia was the youngest daughter among the seven imperial princesses at that time, but she had a special talent since she was a child.

The engineering skill to read and understand the advanced technology possessed by the Xfer, learned it, and then applied her own inventions to it.

After the empire reigned on the top of the world, the development of the Ruins stagnated for more than a hundred years. But this girl made new developments in less than several years.

If she wasn’t the star of hope who was burdened with the responsibility of the future generations of the imperial family, her willfulness to pick a man who was originally from the enemy, the clan of traitors, and turn him into her servant wouldn’t be allowed.

However, Fugil who was summoned to the castle was doubting Arshalia.

He was unable to understand her action of placing the child of a resistance member from the clan of traitors at her side.

「──What a foolish woman. Are you intending to save me due to your whimsical good will? I cannot understand what you are doing at all.」

The young man, Fugil who was led to the castle in the form of getting half abducted told that to the imperial princess whose eyes were sparkling while looking at him.

The imperial family and commoners were existences with conflicting interests.

They were existences that hated, feuded, and killed each other.

Fugil who was living with such unwavering belief had his gaze stolen by her smile.

「Is it meaningless? I don’t think so. Then let me ask you, why did you save those tortured dogs and cats? You even risked your own well being against adult opponents until you were all battered for that.」

「A whim……. I simply disliked those guys.」

「I’m feeling the same! We are suited with each other.」

Fugil averted his gaze with a sulky look. In contrast the imperial princess called Arshalia replied with a bright smile.

「You…… is something wrong with your head? That must be the case…… I am your enemy you know?」

「Why? Who in the world decided such thing? You are my servant from now on. Come now, let’s get along well with each other.」

The girl calmly held out her hand. In response Fugil sighed in exasperation.

That was his meeting with Arshalia that took place more than a thousand years ago.

It was the beginning of hope for Fugil.

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And then, it was also the endlessly continuing despair’s──

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