Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 402: When The Body Grows Distant, So Does The Heart

Peru telling the vampires to leave wasn’t just because she hated or feared them.

“...I still don’t fully understand what happened inside the clouds. As long as the vampires don’t show themselves.”

Now that the Golden Mirror was gone and the Thunder Overseer was dead, if vampires appeared here as well, the chaos would become uncontrollable. They wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that a vampire had killed the Thunder Overseer, but there was a world of difference between being attacked and being subjugated.

“...I don’t want to make an enemy of the Mist Duchy. The Duchy is strong and terrifying. So please, just leave. You’ve achieved your goal, haven’t you?”

Vampires could never rule beyond the mist.

They might be able to walk the sunlit lands, but building a castle there would be pointless.

When the flood tide of sunlight arrived the next day, it would crumble like sand. No one would serve a noble who lost their dominion every single day.

With the Golden Mirror gone, Claudia’s geopolitical importance had also significantly diminished. Peru pleaded desperately with Tyrkanzyaka.

Of course, Tyr had no obligation to accept the proposal.

She was indifferent to most things, but when it came to the Holy Crown Church, she was far from passive. She didn’t necessarily intend to rule or subjugate Claudia, but at the very least, she was considering engraving fear into its people.

Not that it was really necessary.

“Ughhh... I’m gonna die.”

I collapsed, practically hanging off Tyr’s shoulder. She flinched in surprise and caught me.

“Hughes? Are you alright?”

“I feel like I’m dying because I forced myself to move when I shouldn’t have.”

“What did you do? Did you take some kind of medicine?”

“It’s not medicine. I was unconscious, so I shocked my entire body with electricity to force myself awake. Same thing I did to your heart.”

To be exact, it was much more delicate and dangerous than that, but Tyr got the general idea.

She looked at the dried blood on my chest. If she used bloodcraft, she might have been able to return that blood to my body, but thanks to Hilde’s healing, my wounds had already closed up.

If I hadn’t been treated back then, I would have died.

That said, it wasn’t like I could tear myself open again to refill my blood.

I’d just have to live with anemia for a while.

“...What should we do? If you need immediate aid, I could offer you my blood.”

“Then I’d turn into a vampire. You’re not trying to let me die just so you can revive me as a vampire, are you?

Come to think of it... is that why you didn’t take me to a doctor earlier and just let me rest on your lap?”

Tyr flinched when I hit the mark.

She denied it, of course, but in the end, she changed the subject by calling out to Vladimir.

“Vladimir.”

“Your command?”

“I will take Hughes and return to the Duchy first. Stay behind and eradicate the remnants of the Holy Crown Church.”

Authority is relative.

And at Tyr’s level, she could absolutely dump the dirty work onto Vladimir the Crimson Duke.

He responded, suddenly saddled with the burden of more work.

“I will follow your orders... however, if I may offer my opinion.”

‘Have I been too diligent lately? I keep getting more work. How can I talk my way out of this without offending her?’

Even someone like Vladimir hated overwork.

He quickly spun his thoughts, searching for a valid excuse.

“Claudia is near, and returning to this land is no great challenge. Would it not be fine to leave it as it is for now?”

“Leave it alone? And what if they just slither back in and take root again?”

“Is it not easier to pull out a grown weed rather than digging through the earth to remove every seed? The future may belong to them, but time is on our side. Watching for a few years will not be an issue.”

The difference in perspective between vampires and humans was apparent in those words.

Vampires were lenient with time, and Tyr accepted that logic. She nodded gracefully, then turned to Peru while still supporting me.

“Very well, Peru. We shall leave. This is for Hughes, but also a consideration for you. Otherwise, I would have had no reason to leave this land intact.”

“...Thank you.”

“Do not forget. For the sake of both yourself and this land.”

Tyr left that stern warning before waving her hand.

At her call, her coffin—which had been lingering beyond the Cloud Waterfall—soared through the sky and landed beside us.

She had prepared it as a vehicle, seeing how weak I was.

I appreciated the thought.

But why the hell was it a coffin?

I really hoped this wasn’t some ominous foreshadowing of my future.

Suddenly, a heavy thud echoed.

Then, from the sky, a massive figure crashed down.

A soot-covered Runken stood up, tearing off his scorched fur before roaring.

“UWOOOOAAAH—!! WHO DARED TO SEND ME FLYING—?!”

“Runken. We are leaving. Prepare yourself.”

“What? My Lady, I just got back!”

“Good. Then you already know the way.”

Runken clicked his tongue in disappointment.

He clearly wanted to continue his fight. But a command from Tyrkanzyaka was absolute.

Tyr and I sat on the coffin’s edge without a second glance as it started moving. The thick mist darkened, allowing the coffin to glide forward smoothly without the sun’s interference.

Runken smacked his lips in disappointment.

He had clearly wanted to continue the fight and enjoy it to the end, but with the Progenitor’s command, he immediately gave up.

Tyrkanzyaka, sitting beside me on the coffin, did not spare a single glance back as she set it into motion.

The thickly spread mist was dark.

Without the interference of sunlight, the coffin moved smoothly forward...

“Wait!”

The Regressor blocked our path.

She was still shaken.

Having shaken off Hilde and hurried forward, the Regressor had witnessed my battle with Peru.

She was familiar with Peru’s foresight abilities—she had seen them before regressing.

But what she had never seen before...

Was Peru’s attitude toward me.

The Iron Saintess, usually composed like an unshakable statue, had openly hostilized, despised, and even feared me—as if it was only natural.

And to the Regressor, that felt alien.

The Saintesses she had met had always been enigmatic and serene.

“King of Humans? No... That can’t be. The King of Humans I saw—the King of Sin—was...! I’m sure...!”

And to make things worse...

The companion she had randomly run into and been traveling with...

Had actually been the King of Humans this entire time.

She was on the verge of panic.

“You’re... the King of Humans? You lied to me?!”

“I never lied. I never once said I wasn’t.”

It was a technical truth.

I had done my best to hide it.

After all, if someone was trying to prevent the rise of the King of Sin, I couldn’t just casually reveal my identity.

I hadn’t planned on getting caught.

But since I had been, I might as well use it to my advantage.

“Being the King of Humans isn’t something to brag about. It just draws unwanted attention without offering any real benefits.”

“If—if you really are the King of Humans...!”

“And if I am? What will you do? Kill me now, just in case?”

The Regressor flinched.

She hadn’t yet developed the intent to kill me.

But if she ever became convinced that my death would solve everything...

She wouldn’t hesitate.

That was what a Regressor does.

She might even test it once to see how things unfolded.

Which meant...

I needed to keep my distance.

Who knew what she would decide in the next loop.

“...No! I would never—”

“Enough. Hughes, we leave.”

Tyr placed a firm hand on my shoulder and shot the Regressor a sharp look.

“This is where your path with Shei ends.”

“You sought to protect the world, and that was admirable.

But in the world Shei envisions... we do not exist.

Just as the Saintesses have decreed.

And so, our paths must now part.”

The Regressor was terrible at lying.

Right here, right now...

She couldn’t shamelessly declare that we were allies, that she would never turn her blade against us—even if the world were collapsing.

Because she knew herself.

‘But... if the world doesn’t end! If Tyrkanzyaka never leads a bloody crusade... if the King of Beasts never bares their fangs at humanity... Then I... want to stay with you all! So that I will never... ever... have to raise my sword against you!’

I didn’t even need to read her thoughts.

She was honest.

And by society’s standards, she was probably the one in the right.

Azzy, who had no concept of civilization.

Tyr, who trampled morality and dignity underfoot.

And me, an abandoned anomaly.

Compared to us, the Regressor was the closest thing to an ideal human.

But the thing about ideal humans...

Is that they don’t actually exist.

The ideal world fabricated by the Holy Crown Church was something that could not exist—which was precisely why those bound by it were shackled even tighter.

If she couldn’t bridge that gap...

Then the Regressor could never be one of us.

Not with Tyr.

Not with the Elders.

And right now, even her own strength wasn’t enough.

She had always used foreknowledge to turn battles in her favor.

But after being caught off guard, she had lost her biggest advantage.

“Yay~! We’re finally parting ways? What a relief. Shei never fit in with you people anyway!”

Hilde had suddenly appeared and casually plopped herself onto Tyr’s coffin.

Her body was covered in scratches from fighting the Regressor, but for a Qi Master, those were nothing more than superficial wounds.

Tyr glanced at Hilde in mild annoyance but did not shove her off.

“...I am displeased that you tried to use me. But I will let that much pass.

However, do not assume that everything will always go as you wish.”

“Use you? This was a mutually beneficial deal!

I’ll have you know, I’m in charge of diplomatic affairs in the Warring Nations!

I don’t pull one-sided scams. Especially not against vampires!”

“There is no need to emphasize it. I already know.

It is the only reason you, a Holy Sword Knight, still draw breath. Remember that well.”

Tyr’s words were a warning.

If there had been even the slightest suspicion, Hilde wouldn’t have walked away alive.

And yet, even in the face of that cold warning, Hilde simply grinned as if she was used to it.

“Well, we have permission now, don’t we? Father, let’s go!”

It was time.

I had wandered long enough—it was time to settle down somewhere.

I still needed time to fully claim the Demon God’s power, and I deserved to indulge in a little luxury under a solid backing.

“We expected a beautifully prepared farewell.

But the world, in its usual manner, has betrayed us.

Farewell, everyone.

I hope we meet again when the new winds blow.”

“There will be no need for that.

We will never meet again.”

An Elder stepped forward ahead of Tyr’s coffin.

There was no one to stop us.

And even if someone tried, it would all be over before they could even reach Tyr.

Had the Regressor hardened her resolve, things might have been different.

But she was still lost in confusion.

If we ever met again...

She would have already chosen a side.

Tch.

That was a scary thought.

I’d better cling to Tyr even harder.

And so...

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Hilde, myself, and the vampire entourage left behind the aftermath of battle and disappeared into the thick clouds.

Deeper into the Cloud Waterfall.

To the ever-shadowed land, where sunlight never reaches.

A paradise for vampires.

With the Progenitor’s return, we left a few behind in the Warring Nations...

And stepped into the realm of darkness.