0. He repents just before his death.
The first chairman of the [Ashen Dawn Society].
The chief High Dark Mage of the [Calmburg Magic Academy].
One of the fifteen villains who brought the world to ruin.
The nightmare of the Southern Jungle and the Wasteland.
One of the five Great Demons. The Demon Summoner who summoned Tyban.
The Cursed Minion of the War of Demons.
Faijashi Wildcast.
Before receiving the Sabbath from the demon, his name was Fernandez Sernerd.
Age 87. He closes his eyes as he watches the world end.
Age 16. Kicked out of his family and wandering homeless, he now opens his eyes again.
In an era where demons wail in every shadow and the pale sun burns the emerald sky, the last remaining ‘human’ Dark Mage was dying.
Severe magical contamination, physical aging, and excessive use of magic beyond his limits. The Dark Mage had plenty of reasons to die, and few reasons to avoid death.
Uniquely for this era, he desired his own death.
“Before today grows any longer, I will ask you one last time, Faijashi.”
“Lord Tyban. I will not become a Lich.”
A being passed down as a ‘legendary tale’ even in the days when elves and dwarves roamed the continent. The Ancient Demon. Tyban looked down at him, coughing on the bed. Tyban sneered at Faijashi as if he pitied him.
Faijashi looked up at him and smiled back. From the moment he first summoned him until now, they had been a perfect pair in sync.
“You have talent. Become a Lich and serve me. Rise above death and command death. I don’t want to lose someone like you.”
“Hahaha, according to the contract, my soul will become a slave of the 6th realm anyway. How could I serve you any better than that?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to live as a Lich? Rather than dying and becoming a lowly demon. Your magical talent, experience, temperament, soul, and spirit. All that you’ve built over your lifetime, would you let it all melt away so meaninglessly?”
“Undead. Undead… I don’t want to become undead.”
Tyban clicked his tongue. It was because of his son. The reason this strong and cunning Dark Mage suddenly came to loathe the undead.
“Your son was ridiculously weak compared to you, Faijashi Wildcast.”
“That’s right. He was too weak to endure skeletons and rotting flesh. He wanted to remain human until the end. Isn’t that like father, like son?”
“So you’re going to die like this? Just like when you killed your resurrected son with your own hands?”
“What else can I do? If that’s what he wants, I must let it be.”
Tyban chuckled as if amused.
“Did you love your son that much?”
“I only realized it after I killed him.”
Faijashi smiled bitterly. Soon, a fit of coughing shook his wrinkled throat. He painfully bent over, groaned, and only then managed to straighten up.
For that long time, Tyban silently watched him. Faijashi slowly opened his mouth.
“Do you remember the day we first met, Lord Tyban?”
“You were a brat.”
“All I had was revenge and madness. That was all. Even when I summoned you and killed the nobles of the High Council of Aseas one by one. From Dane to Phaeirn, from the Southern Jungle to the Western Wilderness, I burned them all.”
“They were weak.”
Tyban didn’t want to see Faijashi, who had lived like a burning volcano all his life, dying while speaking such weak words.
Faijashi was an interesting guy, and a capable villain.
He was decisive, bold, and full of pride. But Tyban didn’t interfere with the final moments of this mortal, who could almost be called a friend.
He reminisced with Faijashi.
“When we sacrificed all those Sernerd souls and broke the seal of Yekaset…”
“Ah, those glorious days. In hell, in this world, and even in the heavenly Temple of the Gods! Our names were exalted. Faijashi. The gates opened, the legions advanced, and we burned the skies.”
“Do you remember the four women of Vaitas?”
Tyban was silent for a moment. Faijashi didn’t press him. They respected each other too much to push.
In the days when those who sang of hope in despair drove the great Lord of the Abyss back to hell, and four of the five hellgates were destroyed.
The vanguard of the Temple of the Gods and the protector of humanity.
“The four women of Vaitas… Yes. Thanks to you, we were able to capture and imprison them all. I remember.”
The four champions of Vaitas, the Divine Warrior of the Sun and Justice. The holy knights of the Holy War, the missionaries of the faith, and the spirits who became demi-gods. The four greatest angels.
Faijashi set himself as bait, creating a trap, and captured them all in one fell swoop.
