Winning.
A sense of victory, an emotion they never thought the human standing before them could display.
In front of them was someone who wished to annihilate all of humanity and leave only their madness in this world—the one possibility that should never have appeared.
"Win? You think you can defeat me...?"
Crash!!
Red currents of mana surged. All of it solidified into the form of a weapon, trailing behind her as she advanced, created through the intricate control of mana.
A temporary material creation made through the delicate control of mana.
"Just a single hero dares to claim victory over me who is war itself?!"
Despite the soldiers being blown away by the torrent of magical power added to such a weapon, the enemy knight did not care.
Those who could only stand there stupidly due to her ability to forcibly imprint her presence were nothing more than lumps of meat hindering the advance in this battle.
"You, who are nothing on your own, should have submitted to me if not for these interferences!!"
The enemy knight, who drenched herself in blood, sought to press on.
But her attacks, filled with rage, lacked the cold calculation they needed.
To her, who was fixated on the memories of her childhood, there was no room for composure in a fight.
Boom!!!
And he did not miss that chance.
The enemy knight's body was pushed back by the explosion of the thrown spear.
The rotten blood flowing from her mouth indicated that she had finally been caught off guard.
Despite her inability to command her troops, she had sustained enough damage to bleed in a mere fight against a human.
"You, ugh, argh!"
The enemy knight, coughing up blood and regenerating her wounds, gripped her sword, but the man who faced her spoke in a calm voice.
"...You must have worked really hard to gain your current strength."
"Shut your mouth...."
"Thrown into the battlefield at a young age, it's only natural that someone like you, who survived to the end, would end up like this."
"What do you know about me, what do you...!!"
"I know everything. I've experienced all your memories."
Her furious voice abruptly cut off, and along with it, the flow of power halted.
It meant that she couldn't easily brush off his words, enough to momentarily suppress her wrath.
"Experienced... my memories...?"
Yes, what he had shown so far couldn't be merely due to receiving the stature of a dragon.
The weapons created and the techniques used were too exquisitely matched to what she had wielded.
"Ah, right. My memories...."
Above all, even in a situation where he held a slight advantage, he did not mock her.
Underneath his calm gaze lay an emotion that could be called sympathy.
This emotion could only be shown by someone who had directly experienced being the person in question and lived through that life.
"So, you're saying, you're like me?"
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Action[the i do not own and fanfic that is heavily inspired by the original work][Author(s)글로벌레[dark fantasy] Description [Unique Trait - Those you meet will remember you. No matter what happens, they will remember you forever.] In a world on the brink of...
