That wasn't the answer Ulysses wanted to know, and the more he understood Yuria's kindness, the more he couldn't forgive Lara for what he had done to Yuria. He didn't know what kind of mood Yulia had in to let Lara's sword penetrate her body, but there was no doubt that it was a great pain for Yulia.

Therefore, he must overcome Lara, and for this reason he gave up his dream of being a priest in order to redeem the tragedy of that time.

"So, let's get it done, it's all over. Ulysses raised the abyss in his hand to judge.

This time it was a real fatal blow, cutting off a sword from his past.

When the sword falls, the tragedy that began that summer, the fate that entangles him and Lara, will end. He can finally forget everything about her and start a new life.

So, farewell, Lala.

The black magic sword fell, which represented the will of the demon king, the ruling of this world that even the gods could not stop.

However, in the end, the abyss judgment failed to cut off the line of death, let alone swallow Lala's life and soul together.

What stands in the way of the Demon King's Sword, which even the gods can't stop, is a small wooden sword that Lala hangs on his chest as a souvenir.

In this world, God can't stop Ulysses' abyssal judgment, but this sword can, because it is a sword made by Ulysses himself, the sword that belongs to the softest part of Ulysses's heart.

The sword didn't actually have a name, and it wasn't even shaped like a wooden sword, as it was just a wooden sword cut from a branch that Ulysses had found in the woods outside the village of Mira.

The owner of this sword is a young girl who has been frail and sickly since childhood, but she is strong and alive, and she always smiles in front of Ulysses.

Her name is Yulia.

It was the sword that belonged to Yuria, the sword that Ulysses had sharpened for her, and now, the sword flew out of Lara's chest, and then stood in the way of Ulysses' abyssal judgment.

Compared to the abyss that can kill gods, this wooden sword is obviously so fragile and thin, as if it can be gently broken as long as you stretch out your hand.

But this is a sword that Ulysses will never attack, a sword that is more special than any holy sword, magic sword.

"Yuria?" Ulysses' body trembled slightly, and he was about to be unable to hold the abyss in his hand.

Lara let out a sigh, she knew where the sword's power came from. In fact, if it weren't for the sword that protected her at all times, she would have died at the hands of Ulysses.

It was Yuria's last guardian, her wish for the hero she longed for.

She wanted her to be happy, she wanted her to laugh too, to walk the world with her body free of disease and pain, to see the scenery that she had not had the opportunity to see in her lifetime.

Lara did this, in order to regain her strength and also to fulfill Yuria's wishes. In the years following Yulia's death, she traveled across the continent, visiting almost every country and drawing a new map of the world.

Then, the brutal battle began again, and as in the past, she re-entered the battlefield.

"Why protect her, Yuria. Ulysses couldn't understand Yuria's choice, and he did feel Yuria's power on the sword he gave to Yulia with his own hands, which was what Yulia had entrusted to Lara, and it was also Yuria's body that appeared when he fought "Yusis".

This wooden sword was the last thing Yulia left in this world, the last piece of her.

But why, the sword would have been on Lala's body, and finally blocked his death sentence for Lala.

Tell me, Yuria, why is that!, the small wooden sword shook slightly, like the apologies of the vanished girl to her brother.

But Ulysses couldn't understand why Yulia made such a choice, and he didn't understand why Lara could be protected by Yuria.

Obviously, she did such an excessive thing to her, and even killed her more than once, right in front of him.

The Sword of Sprouts can't make a sound, it's just Yuria's last legacy, her last longing and hope. It wasn't Yuria, but the sword that housed Yuria's thoughts.

So, when Ulysses was about to actually kill Lara, it blocked the abyssal judgment.

This is Yuria's choice, she doesn't want to see her brother and Lara kill each other, and there is nothing more cruel for her who has witnessed the first love between her brother and Lara.

"Really...... It's a good boy......" Lala's eyes were more sad than anyone else's, and she finally realized that she had failed to live up to the child's hopes and had not been able to truly fulfill her wishes.

Then, let it go, the battle of her era is put to rest here.

"Take it. Lara gripped the last of Yuria's budding swords, the only sword in her arsenal that wasn't a projection or her own weapon.

This sword carries the hopes and dreams of the young girl, and her blessings to her. Theoretically, as long as the power of this sword is not exhausted, she will not really die, and she can continue to fight with Yuria's body. Even though it was now entangled in the infinite power of the curse, this small wooden sword was still trying to save her, the body that once belonged to Yuria.

This was actually a cruel thing for Yuria's body, but she had no choice.

Now, though, she could finally let go of the sword and give the sword to the person it was supposed to give it to, along with the girl's last hopes and dreams.

Then, Lara's body began to crumble, turning into black particles that dissipated between heaven and earth, the mark left by the black swan after it eroded her whole body, proof of her death.

The budding sword that returned to Ulysses emitted a clear light of life, which dispelled Lara's inherent barrier, turning the blood-colored wasteland into an endless plain, and all traces of battle disappeared, as if Lara had never been here and had never fought this fateful battle with Ulysses.

Soon, the budding sword that coexisted with Lara also began to disappear, as Yuria's body completely died, and it also lost its meaning of existence.

In the end, it left behind hope, and an outpouring of Ulysses, and a piece of light that quietly returned to his body.

The plain was filled with small faint blue flowers, which Ulysses had forgotten, but finally regained in her memory, Yulia's favorite flower during her lifetime.

It was the favorite flower of her life, the blue flower of love.

(To be continued)