Campione! Volume 10 Prologue

Prologue

In terms of human history, it happened towards the end of the fifth century. A time when human faith was still honest and unsophisticated. A time when the relationship between humans and [Heretic G.o.ds] was slightly more intimate than in the modern age. During those times, he was still a [Heretic G.o.d] wandering freely upon the earth. His entire body clad in armor, wielding a lance, riding the white divine horse. Sometimes he would appear on the ground as an inhuman white knight, while other times he would roam the skies in the form of lightning. Anyone with the slightest intelligence would identify him as a war G.o.d from that majestic appearance and cower in reverence. When descending before humans, he appropriately announced his name as the "Lancea G.o.d." The only reason why he visited the island of Britain then, was simply on a whim. Because he heard from his old friend in this place that there was a [Heretic G.o.d] like him. Because he recalled old ties, he paid a visit without deliberate intent. "A while ago, I met a rather interesting member of [Steel]." The old friend smiled as she chatted. "[Steel]... This Knight's kin?" "Yes. The great hero, born to exterminate the G.o.d-slaying Devil Kings. Quite a few Devil Kings have surfaced in recent times, and that man descends to bring salvation to the world as it approaches end times--" "Oh? Hence the warrior who manifests at the end of eras." "Not too long ago, he most splendidly slaughtered the G.o.d-slayer rampaging on this island." It was several decades ago when she was reported to have wandered to this land (later known as Wales). Thereafter, she was feared as the [Heretic G.o.d] who disseminated the blessing of life and the peril of death. She seemed to be known as the "White G.o.ddess" Gwenhwyfar. "Then his name is?" "No idea. I already asked, but he remained silent." "Hmm, he does not want to reveal his name either eh?" "Seems like it. The people of this land started worshiping him as the island's guardian G.o.d, calling him the hero 'Artos.'" The man known as the "Lancea G.o.d." The woman known as the "White G.o.ddess." That was how the bold and ferocious tribes worshiped them. However, excessively unruly tribes inevitably fell into decline. Without exception, these peoples lost their country and even their basic traits. Their blood and culture a.s.similated by other nations, sooner or later, they all lost their defining ident.i.ties of old. When cultures change, so do myths. Sometimes these changes were so drastic that even the names of G.o.ds were altered completely. "G.o.ddess who is this Knight's ancient companion. In that case, this Knight will soon obtain a new name. Hohoho, to encounter such hardship, it seems like the war-torn world is not as pleasant as expected." "You sound like you are enjoying it." Hearing the laughter leaking out from the helmet, the ancient mother earth G.o.ddess smiled quietly. A few decades after that, she would forsake immortality for the Holy Grail's creation, and be reborn as the hero's maidservant. A death prior to receiving a new name. Consequently, in accordance with the White G.o.ddess' alias of Gwenhwyfar, the reborn being called herself Guinevere... "Hmm. After all, this Knight simply journeys along a directionless path. One shall visit the great hero as a way to pa.s.s time. Can you inform this Knight of the location?" Thanking her for the answer, he bid his old friend goodbye and departed. Riding the divine steed to gallop across the sky, he sped off to the legendary hero's location. The place where the Devil King exterminating hero slept was located on the peak of a towering mountain. The knight had always been the rider of the sky-faring divine horse. Allowing his partner to fly like lightning, he easily reached the mountaintop. Along the way, he spotted the figures of humans striving to climb the mountain. A group of Britons who also aimed for the peak. But unlike him, they were desperately risking their lives. For the sake of offering prayers of reverence to the hero "Artos" believed to be there. An iron sword was embedded on the top of the peak. A st.u.r.dy sword. The double-edged blade was extremely long, broad, and heavy in structure. But compared to its shape, the sword's most outstanding feature was the brilliance radiating from the blade. Emitting from the st.u.r.dy sword was a platinum-colored brightness as if coming from a star. "How truly beautiful..." A divine sword indeed. A sacred sword indeed. He exclaimed in admiration. Whether in beauty or power, there was probably no existing sword that could rival it. The knight was also a sword that had been born like a white meteor, a dragon-slaying and snake-slaughtering sword G.o.d. A single glimpse was sufficient for him to know how astounding the platinum divine sword was. "Pardon this intrusion. This Knight humbly visits this place, seeking the war G.o.d who exterminates Devil Kings. One humbly apologizes for the rudeness of disrupting your slumber. Nevertheless, this Knight wishes to converse with the peerless hero and become friends. Pray manifest your divine self." The platinum divine blade was not only a weapon but the G.o.d's avatar. The Devil King-exterminating warrior was resting in the form of a sword, probably preparing for the next battle. The instincts of a fellow member of [Steel] explained. In order to induce an awakening, he slowly reached his hand towards the divine sword. Immediately, sparks scattered. Sparks turned into electrical shock to a.s.sault his hand, preventing his rude contact. "Fufu... Not waking up so easily eh? Looks like you are a rather weary person, a difficult man to get along with." Conversely, this cold reception only piqued the knight's interest, causing him to smile. He -- was to be known as the "Lancea G.o.d" Lancelot du Lac in his subsequent encounter with the Devil King Exterminator, not far in the future. That was when the new G.o.d-slayer had landed on the island of Britain, subjecting it to unbridled tyranny. In the decades after that, the mother earth G.o.ddess and Lancelot a.s.sisted the "Devil King Exterminator" as his companions in battle. The reasons for the mother earth G.o.ddess to do so were unclear. It could very well have been romantic love, but Lancelot was not one so tactless as to deliberately confirm such reasons. As for Lancelot, his reason was simple. Simply for the sake of seeking intense deadly battles. This way of life fully satisfied his desires. However, to the very end, the "Devil King Exterminator" never revealed his name or origins. At the time, Lancelot felt that the man was similar to himself, most likely a G.o.d who had also lost his name. Reminiscing old times, Lancelot suddenly had this thought. --The strongest of [Steel], one whom we called "King of the End." That man had probably grown weary of battle. He distanced himself from everything that could draw him onto the battlefield. Yes, everything. He was obliged to eliminate the G.o.d-slaying humans. Forced by the stars of destiny to engage in battle. Why? That man always fought with complete indifference. A shadow of gloom clung onto his face like iron rust, gradually turning his handsome features drab and dismal. And on certain occasions, as he gazed into the eyes of his comrade on the battlefield, the same disquiet and unsettled feeling could be gathered. Or perhaps, what the man grew sickened of was not only the enemy- However, Lancelot du Lac was a resolute warrior from ancient beginnings to the modern day. The most primitive [Steel] that only knew to charge straight forward. All along, he had never worried over things that could no longer be confirmed. At this time, he simply shook his head silently, and ended the useless trip down memory lane.