Danmachi SI-The Silence's Heir

Untitled Part 39

Chapter 37

EPILOGUE

Many years after the reappearance of the calamity known as 'Nidhogg,' Orario was at peace once more. The vestiges of Evilus had long been rooted out, and people barely remembered the details of the dark tragedy that had nearly swallowed their whole world.

One person kept the truth of it alive, keeping the name of the hero who had saved not only the city but the whole world.

On the outskirts of the city, there is a small patch of land with a giant tree in the center of a beautiful field of grass. A barrier, invisible to the common eye was erected around it, though not for humans.

No the barrier did little to stop humans, or even adventurers for that matter. No, the barrier was not designed for either. It was designed for deities, or rather selectively, a singular goddess.

The very goddess who sat there under the shade of that massive tree, surrounded on all sides by more than a dozen small children who sat there in awe of the beautiful face and voice of the Goddess who sat there and read to them the tale of that damned day.

And the said goddess looked up at the skies as she reached the end of her tale.

"And as the hero lay there, nearing the end of his life elite adventurers from each and every familia of the city rushed to his aide," and the eyes of teh children lit up at the mention of advetnureres.

"Even Kenki?" one of them asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, even Kenki, and the Warlord, and even Finn and The Fire Fairy," she answered as the children made amazed faces.

"All of them. Then they all would have easily defeated the evil dragon," one of the kids whispered, and she shook her head, much to their surprise.

"One would think so. But no," she answered.

"Even their combined might could do nothing but barely hold back the evil dragon named 'Nidhogg.' One could say that all the elite adventurers of teh city combined could barely do what the hero had managed to do all by himself for nearly half a day," and their eyes widened in amazement, and there were a few who seemed skeptical of her claim.

Most of them here had grown up hearing tales of the might of 'Kenki' and 'the Warlord' and the rest, and yet here she was belittling their might.

She paid them no mind as she continued.

"And in that hour of need, the foolhardy goddess finally saw the mistake she had made. Saw what she had done, and chose to sacrifice herself to help the hero use his final weapon," and she raised her hand as she recalled looking down at that blade from the heavens.

"A weapon unlike any other. One that could only be wielded by the hero, who would rise up once more and with all his might use a spell that would split open the heavens themselves," and she had felt it as well.

Such was the might of that attack that the barrier separating heaven and Earth had been broken by his attack.

"The attack struck the evil dragon, and overpowered its ability to heal itself, and the mighty beast died right then and there," she finished.

"Then where is the hero now? What became of him?" a small girl asked and she smiled as she looked into the girl's eyes.

"The hero had become so strong that he had torn through the heavens themselves. So, the dieties decided that the hero was no longer human, and so for the first time in a millenia, a human adventuer ascended to the heavens not because of death but by gaining divinity," and all the children watched in awe, and she wondered if they even understood the impossibility and incereduility of just what it meant.