Chapter 155 – Journal Entry 5: Odd Day’s End

I roamed around with Miss Elena who told me to call her that. I didn’t really like calling her that. She tried to make me call her but I draw the line. She was quite a character, laid back, nonchalant and would answer to her best knowledge.

So she was entertaining me I asked her questions about this world. She answered with simple yet straight answers. From what this world is, the world outside of the city, and the situation of the world that was quite grim. It looks like the world is in a constant struggle between good and evil.

The good that is the Hillines Nations trying to kill the Dark Lord, who they guessed to be the one that succumbs the world to chaos, mainly because of the dark lord who was supposed to be a terrifying figure before became the dark lord. He had the title of Carnifex, the Butcher, and so many titles that the moment they heard the name of the Reaper they almost give up fighting the curse.

But one day the world heard of hero carrying a mechanical sword along with a witch that allowed them to survive. In that ancient sword contained surreal knowledge that made the world stable at best. Most of the warp gates are not able to be summoned mainly because of the work that those Heroes did.

I am looking at a memorial of those Heroes. Although the Hero carrying the ancient mechanical sword named Eziel and his wife The Witch Regina Dall still alive even to this day, it doesn’t mean they could handle the land that houses the evil beings of the Dark Lord.

The Kingdom of Deus, the Western Nation, and the Kingdom of Lin along with its savaged Goraz people in the fight against the evil in the once known as the dark elven lands.

The Kingdom of Deus and its fanatical soldiers are still fighting. The Western Nation, along with its allies are still trying to rid of the middle beings that are far stronger than the lesser grim ones. While the Kingdom of Lin, along with its Master Magister, and the long ruling War Maiden are still trying their best to somehow break the seal around the lands.

The problem with the seal is that it is stronger than anything. The Hero with the Mechanical sword and the Witch couldn’t even destroy it, and could only pass through it. The current Dark Lord was far stronger than the last dark lords written in history and due to this that some continents and nations decided to defend their selves while sending some of their forces to the front lines.

It made me wonder so I asked Elena if the Ymir’s that are supposed to be colossal in size could help. But merely, she laughed at me, telling me that the Mistress of Fernery Island would allow it. The Island is the top priority and the Mistress could not care of the other world’s plight.

I thought it was quite cold but Elena told me straight in the eye that it was normal. It may sound cold, but to the Mistress of the Island, family comes first. The outside world could not possibly call as a family to them, so they have no obligations to save them.

Quite callous, but even without memories I could understand that sentiment.

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I am still with the two. Currently, we are in this park that is located somewhere in the City of Soren. Unlike the park that I visited, this park was quite filled with trees. It had flower paths, a fountain, and many well-dressed people.

I am wearing something that could be considered not bad. While Elena wears a black vest and a poncho. The Hound Dog that usually guards Elena wears a capelet, and a fur coat so despite the full metal appearance of Grom, he looked like a rough guard.

At first, I thought we were going to the Inn but Elena was quite a forgetful. It seems going to the Inn, resting and preparing for next day was quite lost to this woman. I asked her, but she merely brushed me off telling me that she should have the new worker, who is me two days ago, but all that waiting made her unable to take her rest. So right now she is just playing around.

I didn’t really care so I just went with it. The servant of hers, Grom, seems to be as usual, silent and was quite appreciative of nature. I don’t understand this hound dog, or whatever Grom is. Sometimes, I think he is human, but sometimes I just think that he is a dog who was dragged to the park by his master.

The two was quite nonchalant in relaxing. So since that was the case I sat on one of the benches and looked around. The people here are quite at ease, they carried their firearms, but they were lax with it. I mean, I could understand since the place looked like it is heavily guarded.

Elena seems to be someone who doesn’t really carry anything. She seems to be what they call as a magic caster. Grom, her servant seems to rely on his brute strength and that weird hand cannon he has on his back. He doesn’t seem to be carrying any ammunition so I wonder how it works.

Maybe magic too?

I don’t really know. But if the big guy is with us then things should be fine. I have no memories whether I am good in fighting or not, so I am just going to rely on these guys. There are still ten days till we get out of this place, so might as well I take it easy.

This day has been quite something. I awoke in a cemetery without any memories, met a smith who gave me an odd task that leads me to these guys. I should probably panic, be concerned but somehow I am so calm that it bothers me. I don’t quite know how to explain it but me acting so composed just grinds my gears.

I just cannot remember anything.