Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 111: It's Fate That You Asked

On a long-missed crimson plain, Roel stood on Grandar's shoulder as he watched the sunset and the earth basked in its afterglow.

Be it ancient gods or giants, they were existences to be respected and feared. Had it been in the ancient era, only those of a high race who had been accorded permission could have the honor of standing on the shoulder of a giant. Insignificant existences like humans were only worthy of prostrating on the ground as they waited for the giants to pass them by.

The doubt harbored by Rodney and the other villagers was legitimate. Regardless of which epoch one was in, there was no doubt that humans paled by far in comparison to those monsters who had been ruling the world ever since the ancient era.

If one were to view the progression of transcendents as a benchmark for the development of a civilization, the human race would be in the Iron Age, lagging so far behind the others that they were only chasing after the footsteps of those far ahead in the race.

But, of course, this mattered not to Roel. He was currently a friend who had signed a contract of equals with Grandar, so standing on the latter's shoulder was not anything to make a fuss about. In fact, it was much more convenient to do so when they were having a conversation.

"Grandar, I've been wondering all this while, but I'm really curious as to why we met one another."

It had been half a month since the last time they met in the Witness State. Roel was delighted to cross paths with his skeletal friend in his dreams once more, and this confirmed his suspicions that the latter could appear in the real world too.

"If my bloodline allows me to slip into the annals of history and witness sights that have already been forgotten by humanity, how did our connection even come to be in the first place? You have already passed away a very long time ago, right?"

Roel stroked his lower jaw contemplatively.

The giants had already completely vanished by Victoria's era in the Third Epoch, and Grandar himself had also mentioned that he had already passed away for a very long time. Given so, there should be some sort of catalyst that brought them together with one another.

Is it my bloodline ability? But, if that's the case, what is it about my bloodline ability that has a connection with Grandar? It can't be through a lottery, can it?

Roel's question made Grandar fall silent. The latter's massive skeletal hand rubbed his bald skull, seemingly deep in thought.

"Ever since I died and turned into how I currently am, I have lost many of the memories. I feel like my head has been emptied out," grumbled Grandar in frustration.

Roel also nodded in agreement after hearing that explanation too.

Emptied out? Of course you feel that way! You don't have anything left inside that skull head of yours!

While Roel was retorting in his mind, Grandar began to recall what he remembered.

"I have met several who were like you."

"Like me?"

"Yes. I'm referring to those who were able to enter this plain of eternal sunset."

Grandar's memories brought him back to the times when intruders stepped into this plains many years ago.

"I think there were 5 or 6 of them. I can't remember their appearances, but they were all dressed differently. I doubt they were from the same country."

"... Ah, I think it's more likely that they aren't from the same era at all."

"Hmm, that's possible too. My concept of time is blurred."