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

Chapter 93: My Answer

Roel didn't stop Nora from charging forward to protect Ponte and Victoria because he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop her, and he knew that there was something else he needed to do too.

He had been watching the war for several hours up till now, and that had given him plenty of time to think over everything. The fact that he finally chose to step onto the battlefield meant that he had finally made his choice, and he had the means to turn what he wished to see into reality.

【Spell 'Grandar's Promise' has been activated.】
【Countdown. 30... 29... 28...】

This was the third time he was activating this spell, but unlike the previous two times, there was no explosion of strength and mana. The scenery around him changed, and before he knew it, he was no longer on the battlefield anymore. The stench of blood that had been lingering in his nose slowly scattered as he found himself standing in the middle of a red plain, and the humongous skeleton, Grandar, was standing before him.

"Have you finally thought through your answer?"

Grandar gazed down at Roel with mild interest in his eyes as he spoke gravely.

"Answer me. How do the dead pass down their power?"

Roel was silent for a moment after hearing Grandar's question once more. He thought of all of the details he had gathered from his interactions with Grandar thus far before finally speaking.

"I have prepared two answers. One of them is for this question; the other one is for you. Which one would you like to hear?"

"Oh? Interesting. Tell me both."

"For the first answer, in regards to your question, as someone who has been watching this war together with me, you should already know my answer, isn't that so?"

Roel looked at the faraway setting sun that seemed ready to dip below the horizon, within could be seen the figures of the brave warriors fighting against one another. The faces of Victoria and Wade appeared in front of his eyes before scattering away with the wind.

"Spirit, will, and ideals. These are the ways that the dead pass down their power. Some do it through writing history; some do it through the transference of knowledge. As these legacies accumulate with each passing generation, eventually bringing forth a qualitative change. That's how the society and civilization we know now came to be."

Roel thought of the rich culture of the countries that were built in his previous life, as he affirmed his views.

"The foundation of all cultures and civilizations is the dead, or to be more exact, the knowledge they have passed down. This knowledge may change, be trimmed, or be further expanded over time, but without a doubt, this accumulation over time will bring each passing generation to greater heights. It's the string that ties all beings, living or dead, together."

Roel's response left Grandar deep in thought. Grandar didn't give his response right away, but unexpectedly, Roel wasn't done yet.

"But, none of what I have just said is applicable to you."

Those words made Grandar gradually open his mouth as the light in his eyes grew greater. If skeletons could show a stupefied expression, that would probably be it. However, Roel didn't pay any heed to it.

"All that I have just said is under the premise that one has successors to inherit one's lineage. What about you though? You don't have that anymore, am I right?"

Roel shot a glance at the massive skeletal racks half-buried in the sand and sighed quietly.

"The giants are only faraway legends of the Second Epoch now. I don't know if your civilization still exists, but your spirit, will, and even your existence have already disappeared into the oblivion of history. The first answer I prepared is no longer applicable to you, and that's why I have another answer just for you."