Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Song in the Wind

My name is...

Rodritte...

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At the moment of death, the world seemed to collapse, and something collapsed from a place 'higher' than the sky and the universe, like a crumbling Tower of Babel, huge, roaring, falling towards itself.

So in an instant, Rodritte, who was in the past, was smashed to pieces.

Whether it's names, thoughts, or memories, they're all smashed and shattered.

Like this, even if it's called dead, it's not a big deal, right?

But... he survived...

At the same time as that thing fell, something that had been forgotten in the corners of the world, in the cracks of time and space, and had always been difficult to integrate into the world, returned to Rodritte's body.

My name is...

Rodritte...

No...

Not true...

Yes...

Zhong Cheng...

In the wind, he opened his eyes.

This is the world of Holy Cyan.

The eternal whistling wind of the green surrounds the eternally noisy silent world, and it is obviously a noisy sound, but it is an unusually beautiful chord that enters the ears.

"Where is it?"

He opened his mouth and asked questions, but he did not make his own common sense voice.

The past, the reality, tangled together, the repeated lives overlapped, making the mind a little dizzy.

"It's the world of the wind, Rhodes... No, Makoto"

Smiling green girl.

When I remember her name, I feel warm in my heart when I think about it.

So, laughed.

"Long time no see, Tia"

Lustia, who accompanied Rodritte, the Wind Maiden for a long time.

"Just call me Rod, don't mention that name again"

smiled a little helplessly, and wanted to raise his hand to touch the girl's face, but found that the hand raised had become a wonderful appearance.

-- Like a whirlwind of aggregates, the roaring cyan tornadoes and lightning and thunder all turned into 'people'.

What is it?

Also, where is the world of wind?

Lustia seemed to see his doubts, so she smiled and answered.

"You're dead, Rod, remember the promise?"

The elves seemed to be smiling, happy like never before.

Seeing such a smile, Rod couldn't help but start reminiscing.

"Ah, that's the one..."

Rod laughed too.

With the discarded memories coming back to the brain,

Who he is and why he came to this world has gradually become clear.

His name is Zhong Cheng.

It's just an ordinary, fantasy-loving youth.

It's not useless, but except for the dream that has never been extinguished, probably, it can be regarded as nothing.

It's a shame.

But, that's where the opportunity came.

I don't know why it's me, but after all, the young man came to a different world... Or rather, a very familiar place.

And then?

There is no then, what happened, it has long been made clear.

It's just that after becoming a heroic spirit, he didn't expect that the world would actually replace the part of his memory as a 'visitor from another world'.

It wasn't thrown away in one go, but step by step, slowly, as if the memory was blurred, and they were replaced with fakes.

The plot becomes a 'hunch', the actions are rationalized, and where something is wrong is distorted.

Knowing that he has become a veritable 'Rodritte', and no longer the same Zhong Cheng.

Then, finally, when the knives of the two rituals stabbed into their own dead end, everything came to an end.

Rodriit is dead, but strangely... Zhong Cheng is still alive.

Because Zhong Cheng is still alive, Zhong Cheng's body has not dissipated.

The black mud is still there, as the prototype of Rodritte in history, reawakening.

Zhong Cheng is still there, and he has been reborn as the truth of this world Rodrite.

The paradox is so-so, the damned ones are still alive, and it makes people want to laugh.

In this case, what dies is a false part of the history of 'Rodritte', the thing that the world has made to fill the loopholes.

But, in this case, what will happen to the 'original' that has reawakened in the black mud and will not disappear if Zhong Cheng does not appear?

The knight thought about it, but couldn't guess the answer.

Then, don't think about it.

Close your eyes and the wind envelops everything.

Zhong Cheng, Rodritte...

It's no longer a Heroic Spirit.

The high-concentration soul wandering in the world should have completely disappeared after a few days of struggle, but it was desperately saved by the eventful Lustia.

In that case, it's also a wind element, right?

"If I die, I'll be with you, right?"

"Well, it's good that you didn't forget, but you almost died very simply...

"Yes, yes, I'm worried about you, Your Highness the Princess."

Raise your hand and gently stroke the girl's head.

Very comfortable, Rustia narrowed her eyes with a smile, and the corners of her mouth outlined a nice smile. The neck was also shrunk, like a cat.

"Now, then, let me fulfill the contract."

It's not a Heroic Spirit anymore, so I guess... I can't get out of here, right?

Although it is a bit regrettable, the knight is no longer confused.

Raising his head, the winds windled around and gradually formed a substance.

With the return of self-consciousness, he turned into the wind of Rhodes, and gradually revealed his appearance.

Long blue hair, a shimmering body, countless inscriptions engraved with it, heavy armor decorated with rune cloth bands, and... an extraordinary double-edged cavalry spear.

Everything seems to be alive, but it is even more magnificent, if you want to describe the knight at this time, it is probably the word epic.

However, this is a veritable green knight.

There is no flesh beneath the skin, but an endless howl of wind, and there is no point in being restrained, without a real body.

This body grows in the wind, is strong, and finally returns to the wind.

Rodritte, the victorious man, the wind of victory, where this wind sweeps, is undefeated.

"Who am I?"

"Rodritte"

"Who am I?"

"Stormlord"

The knight, standing up, with a spear in his left hand and a sword in his right, stood in the midst of the endless storm, looking in all directions, and wherever the sight swept by, the elves in the wind rejoiced.

Lustia stood beside the knight.

"Let's go, Tia"

Not in the slightest, the knight strode forward. The holy blue eyes were blazing, as if they could reveal the light of fire.

"Yes"

The beautiful Wind Maiden gently complied and followed him.

What is he going to do?

I don't know, but just following him is already a very happy thing for the girl.

"Anyway, as a lord, get your own territory!"

The knight of the wind laughed.

"Let me announce my presence with a victory!!"

Surge forward.

・・・No, it should be a gathering.