Transmigrated to a Dark Fantasy World of SSS-Rank: King of the Void Chapter 151: Arthur and Cinder [1]

Inside one of the largest rooms, Aslan and the girls gathered for dinner. Mitsuki was there as well for the simple reason that Jeanne had dragged him there after Azel left.

Since the beds had been dismantled by Ellegaard because they would be leaving soon, everyone had to sleep once again in their respective sleeping bags inside the largest room, gathered around a campfire.

The ceiling was broken, and through it, the faint moonlight of a starry night could be seen. Outside, the remaining ash beasts crawled together; so repeated habits they had before the catastrophe, while others simply acted like animals without leashes.

Returning to the group, the four of them ate soup from their bowls while staring at the firelight.

"Well, that finishes our inspection of Holylight. There wasn’t a single trace of the curse left. Not even the statues of the people remained. Everything vanished forever, and nobody knows how," Jeanne said.

Ellegaard looked at Mitsuki suspiciously.

"Did you do the sa thing there that you did with the curse in this kingdom?"

"Well... I don’t know. I don’t rember anything that happened. I appeared in this world, walked toward the capital walls that were there, and when I stayed overnight in a house, the ash statues attacked . I ran like never before until I reached the castle and passed out. The next day, I explored the castle and... encountered that black knight who destroyed with a single strike of his sword. After that, I don’t rember anything until I t all of you."

Jeanne stirred the firewood with the tip of her sword.

"It must’ve been horrible being alone back then. Considering how weak you used to be, you had no chance of defending yourself against a specter of that caliber."

"Yeah... I don’t even know how I killed him, since many of his belongings beca mine. These clothes, the shotgun, the sword... everything."

And whenever he killed soone with a title, their mories would begin appearing in his dreams. In fact, he still hadn’t seen Cinderella’s entire story.

He knew that sooner or later, the story would complete itself inside his mind, but why hadn’t that black knight’s story appeared in his dreams yet? There had to be so factor deciding what was shown and what wasn’t.

Perhaps sothing that kept the Mystery of Ash as what it truly was, a mystery.

"Could it have been the so-called Naless One?" Ellegaard murmured.

Aslan served himself more soup from the cauldron and spoke.

"No matter how many years pass, no one has managed to discover who the Unnaable truly is. What the Oracles said about the prophecy was far too ambiguous, because even they did not know who it referred to."

"But the mont they saw the future, they understood we were dood," Ellegaard added.

That made Mitsuki reflect. He remained silent while staring at the fire, which made both Ellegaard and Jeanne uncomfortable, because they were practically calling Mitsuki a monster.

Aslan cleared his throat.

"However, we cannot dwell on sothing that has not happened yet. We are the owners of our own destiny, so only we can decide what happens and what does not. Don’t you think the sa, young Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki nodded.

"Yes. Of course."

"Anyway. We’d better go to sleep," Ellegaard interrupted, avoiding what she had said earlier. "I’ve already finished investigating everything there was in this kingdom. There are no more clues regarding the Mystery of Cinder. So tomorrow we will depart and return to Luxar."

Jeanne looked at Mitsuki after hearing the elf. This princess could be rather capricious at tis, because she knew perfectly well how Ellegaard would react tomorrow once Monar and the others boarded the carriage.

’If I could still feel anything, I’d say tomorrow is going to be exhausting.’

He set the bowl aside, slipped into his sleeping bag, and, far away from everyone else, closed his eyes. It was ti to rest.

***

It felt like déjà vu.

Once again, just like the other tis, he found himself dreaming about the past of his victim.

Sinking into the black mud, the voices, sensations, and mories fused with his mind.

It was the throne room of the King of Axorhibis. Golden and blue banners decorated the white walls of the vast and beautiful protected hall. Dozens of knights in shining, spotless armor stood along the sides, each elegantly holding their preferred weapon; swords.

Beside the throne stood little Cinderella, slightly nervous because today, the King of Holylight and his second son would finally appear before the throne of the King of Axorhibis.

"How much longer?" the princess asked her mother, who stood beside her.

The woman smiled warmly.

"Be patient, Guinevere."

"But I want to leave already, Mom. This is so boring."

"What a sha, because in the future you’ll have to do these kinds of things very often."

Cinderella complained. She stared at the floor, wishing the earth would swallow her whole, but that wish was never fulfilled.

Rather than being here to witness a eting between two old n, she wanted to return to the training grounds and continue learning under one of the kingdom’s strongest knights, Percival. Or visit the sorceress Minerva’s laboratory and continue studying the secrets of crystallization, though her constant mistakes had already caused her to fail many tis.

Even her brown hair was beginning to turn ash-colored because of her diocrity with magic.

Suddenly, cheers echoed from the distance.

It was ti.

The king stood up, and all the knights turned their attention toward the door to welco His Majesty, King Uther of Holylight.

At the other end of the great hall, a tall man with a stern gaze appeared. He had a short yellowish-ash beard as well as blond-yellow hair. His silver crown glead atop his head, and his blue robes made him look like the ultimate authority of a kingdom.

The man was accompanied by two knights wearing exaggerated armor. They looked more like magical robots than actual knights. One carried a jousting lance as though it were a cane, while the other had a massive claymore, or two-handed sword, strapped to his back with a strange tallic chanism shaped like two dragon claws attached to the armor.

The man walked calmly, drawing everyone’s attention.

Cinderella felt sowhat intimidated, but soon all those emotions froze, just like ti itself, because her eyes t those of a boy walking beside the king with a cold and determined expression.