Danmachi SI-The Silence's Heir

Part 1

Chapter 1-Prologue

Seven years before, an adventurer named Bell Cranel entered the city of Orario, the capital of the world, and saw its darkest times, the city was plunged into darkness.

Propagated an evil unlike any, named Erebus. The city saw upheaval and destruction unlike any time before, and yet all this would not have been possible had this God not been supported by two of Orario's strongest legends.

Heroes thought long gone, had now emerged once more to bring an end to the very prosperity they had brought to the city. The last remnants of the familias of Zeus and Hera-Zald, the Glutton and Alfia, the Silent Witch.

"So, this is it," the giant of a man asked as he saw the ruins of the city infront of him, as thousands lay dead and even more suffered on struggling against the evil they had prospered.

"There is no more turning back," and despite the words, there was no regret in his voice. And why would there be, after all, all this had been done at their own behest, their own free will?

"Whether we win or not, both of us will go down in Orario's history as the greatest of sinners," the woman said slightly. A small breeze blew her hair, showing her mismatched eyes, which looked down with no emotion at all.

The Giant Armored legend of Zeus familia smirked at that, looking down at his hand.

"That never really mattered to me anyway. I don't really care about fame after my death. What matters to me is whether I am satisfied or not," he had no attachments to this world. All he held dear had now been taken from him by that one-eyed calamity.

He would die soon, and the last thing he could do for the next generation was to light a fire under them, to give them a final push so that they may succeed where the Zeus and Hera familia had failed.

"But the same cannot be said of you. Can it be Alfia?" he asked his female companion the lingering question, for unlike him, she was not truly alone. There were those who carried her legacy, two of them.

"Meteria's child has nothing to do with me. As I told you before, he is with that 'old man' on a farm far from here. I have not seen him to this day, and don't think he will have the opportunity to do it either," she replied, for she had no right to see the child of her sister, one whose life and talents she had sucked out of her in the womb.

However, Zald thought of her decision regarding her nephew. He did not speak, yet he still gazed at her intently as if waiting for an answer that never came.

"And what of your own child?" he asked, knowing of the secret child that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Silent Witch. He had come as a surprise, and to this, none knew of who the father to the child was and how she had even managed to give birth to a child and survive.

Yet somehow, she had defied all the odds and had a son of her own.

"Unlike that nephew of yours, they all know of your son. They will hate him for your sins, spurn him, detest him for your sins," he warned, knowing full well what the consequences of their actions today will be.

Both of them were set to die soon enough, and though they had done it only for the best of the city, to prepare the next generation for future dangers. And yet only he—her son shall be the one to answer for their crimes.

Yet Alfia's expression did not change. According to many people, her relationship with the boy had always been complicated, bordering on hate. There were rumors that she had thrust a blade into his hand as a four-year-old, training him herself and breaking several of his bones—her being Alfia, not knowing how to hold back.