The first meager and precious rays of the sun of Nukeria's 31-hour round shone on the rich, blood-stained walls of the city of Deshiia.

On the magnificent city wall covered with red sand and blood, the heads of several former red sand nobles hung at this time.

Of course, there is nothing more conspicuous than the tall figure that stands on the city wall.

How do you describe that kind of existence?

She is like a masterpiece of a master sculptor. Majestic, plump, muscular and elegant, delicate and indifferent, exudes an untouchable charm like a kaolin flower. Even though the beautiful curves wrapped in heavy armor mixed with scarlet and gilt could not hide her charm in the slightest, she was so tall that it was several times the height of an ordinary human, but it exerted a sense of oppression that concealed all her charms—if it was said, such an existence was not a delicate statue of equal magnification, but a truly living being...

So. She must have been a god who came out of mythology.

[This is the last city.] 】

Looking down at the humble nobleman trembling and begging for mercy in front of him, Elaine thought to herself.

"Yes, this is the last city. Lord Anglon. ”

The old voice suddenly sounded beside her, as if it had guessed Elaine's mood.

"Yes, Onomamus... This is the last city. ”

As if she was extremely familiar with the existence of this man, the genetic prototype looked sideways as if she had forgotten something, and she added.

“… Just call me Elaine. ”

It was an old warrior, with a rather old face covered with alternating hideous scars, a gray stiff beard, and broken chains around his neck, but the vicissitudes of his face had long since been replaced by pride.

"Your will."

Even though the resolute face of the older warrior did not reveal it easily, Elaine could still sense the emotion in the warrior's heart—like a spark jumping in a forge, full of enthusiasm and hope.

【… That's what I'm fighting for. 】

Looking at the simple smile of the old soldier in front of him, which had never been revealed in his memory, a sense of satisfaction that was almost relieved instantly filled Elaine's tall and muscular body.

For no other reason, the memory regret from reading the space opera has never been forgotten by her, and the pain and despair from the erosion of chaos have always been remembered. In the years since the complete conquest of this planet, the genogen has found all the flaws of 'Angron', whether it is the battle brothers and sisters, or the old warrior who is also a father and friend to Anglon, or the countless Red Sand slaves who should have been broken by Angron's own hands, if Angron, who has not yet ascended to demons in the other world, could know about this... He should also die with a smile and return to the emperor's side.

Elaine knew that these senseless actions were self-moving, and the story she knew was not so beautiful and innocent. However, everything in front of her did not make her regret it-

Nukeria's brutal and bloody slavery system has since been rewritten, the class of nobility and slaves no longer exists, and the technology of the Butcher's Nail has been destroyed by her, which she has never shown her a bright future that the Chaos Evil God has ever shown her, and she has relied on her own power to truly see it.

The kingdom she leads has become truly rich and happy.

Elaine knows that there can be no true utopia in the world, and she also knows that if she rushes forward with that cursed knowledge, she will follow the path of Angelon at some point in the future, but she will become an even more depraved and incompetent genetic prototype than she is...

But. Now that she has come to a world of darkness and despair. She's also experienced helplessness, despair, and even a past that was about to fall into the grip of chaos...

She will never give up on that beautiful vision.

She wanted the possibility that inherited from the Lord of Humanity, the father of her genes, had brought her in Elaine's deep despair.

Now that the strings of fate have been rewritten, Elaine's efforts to nearly cut through the cowardice of the past have paid off—as her psionic gifts connect with those who smile from the heart, she feels a warmth that heals her heart.

It's more comfortable than any soft bedding, and it's warmer than any dazzling sun.

"From then on, there were no more slaves and nobles."

Elaine gazed at the sky as if relieved of all the cold female voices that had been cold as if they had softened—a majestic fleet of troops that obscured the sky and the sun were docked, and even though the atmosphere obscured by the red sand made it difficult for anyone to get a glimpse of it, the Genetic Prototype's extraordinary vision allowed her to get a glimpse of the majestic shore.

She felt her vision blur slightly. Maybe it's tears, maybe it's the wind and sand of Nukeria.

Yes, the planet has been truly liberated.

The perfect fruit of the dream has been forged. Under the leadership of this genetic protogen, any oppression on this planet no longer exists.

The kingdom called [Sacred Mountain] conquered all the red sands, and the gentle nature of the genetic prototype also implanted the idea of equality in the land at the beginning. From now on... The people of Nukeria no longer feared any oppression from the Red Sands nobility, and the captive slave gladiators were finally reunited with their relatives.

【… Anglon, did you see that. 】

Completely inconsistent with her strong and resolute appearance, Elaine's soft voice was full of regret and emotion from another world.

She looked up at Nukeria's dark canopy of red sand, and at this moment, she seemed to see the slave gladiator in another time and space.

The Genetic Prototype's palm loosened the giant axe known as Freedom, allowing the monstrous giant kneading steel to sink deep into the cracks in the masonry.

The tragedy of the past has been rewritten, and Elaine no longer needs it.

She chose the arena where Angelon was captured, and the familiar land where she had fought in an endless illusion of reality, as the end of her conquest.

She also chose to give gifts made by herself to this land that has returned to peace.

Elaine knew that her journey was not over, and that years would be fleeting in the responsibilities that followed.

However, she hoped that Angelon's soul would find eternal peace in Nukeria.

It is both to soothe the gladiator who fell into eternal rage, and to redeem Elaine, a prisoner once trapped in the corruption of chaos.

[I hope you can return to peace one day.] 】

She muttered silently, passing her prayers and thoughts to the Lord of the Red Sands in another plane.

At the same time, she bowed her head slightly, accepting the laurel crown offered to her by the countless sons of the red sand—a symbol of supreme authority and a symbol of their surrender.

From then on, she was no longer just a saint in the mountain country.

She is the lord of the red sands (Nukeriya).

……

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In the secluded and silent space, the curtain of stars dotted the planet shrouded in scarlet sand, and the majestic warships docked in orbit overlooked the turbulence of the planet like an emperor sitting on a throne.

On the bridge, a majestic and noble golden figure is looking at this magnificent planet.

The obscure, hazy and blurred face is vaguely revealing an emotion called "satisfaction".