Creator of Death: True Darkness
Extra Part: War and Love (Special and Happy new year)

"Come here!"

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"Here, let me help you"

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"Hey! You're the one over there! Come here!"

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Then people are so crowded tonight.

Well, how not? Tonight is new year's night. Yep! New year on the Oxmage continent.

Phew.. I took a long breath. It's hard enough to find a quiet corner.

After all, this palace is so crowded tonight. And as you know, I tried to avoid the invitation of uncles and aunts who wanted to 'kidnap me'.

I crouched down in a corner of the park that looked lonely.

"Well..I hate this, what new year can not be filled with a book reading event together?"

"Hmm, well, I'd love it if it happened"

"Well, whatever it is forget it, it looks like this place is pretty quiet" I smiled happily.

Well, at first glance my memory is rolling.

"Ah. If it was me I would find a quiet place and sleep until late. Until then, when I return there will definitely be a loud voice ringing in my head, haha" I chuckled as I remembered it.

It was merely a span of time just before the teardrops gently grooved. I cried, for the first time after I got this memory.

"Well, it looks like I still can't live a normal life without people helping me well,"

"It's a shame for me to be this old enough, but I think I'm starting to miss teachers a little bit,"

"Raka!" A moment later a voice broke my daydream.

My reflexes turned my face to the source of the sound.

Seen from a distance, a woman with her blue sea blouse walked up to me.

I immediately hid a trace of tears from my face.

"Ah. Auntie, you surprised me" I said with a slight smile to disguise the expression of my previous fear.

"Are you crying?" Queensha says coldly.

"Eh? Uh? It's.." I tried to find the right words to continue my defense.

Anyway, I just don't want to make this woman in front of me worry about me.

I breathe heavy. A little acting will end this.

"Ah. It's okay, I just miss mom a little bit,"

Well, that's true. Although it was not basically my main reason for crying, but there was indeed a little longing for the beautiful, gentle woman who gave birth to me.

I then smiled cheerfully.

The woman was slightly blocked, she walked up to me, and hugged me tightly.

"Hai.. You're too stiff, after all, don't you think I'm your aunt anymore huh!? How do you think I'm gonna explain it to your mom someday?" He asked softly while rubbing my face.

My eyes widened, even though it was the truth that this woman loved me as much as her child, but I didn't think I would face this situation alone.

I took a long breath. And smiling again hinted that I was back to normal.

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"Hey! Is the logistics already in circulation!?"

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"Move it here!"

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"Prepare the ammo"

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Then people ran around here and there.

Tonight is another busy night at the vanguard of the fight.

Well, I don't know how long this has been happening to me, it feels like a busy night of war supplies and logistical supplies filled the week of my life.

I myself also stand as a medical guard as well as a fortress guard with arrows tightly coiled in my hands-well, an Archer.

It is basically not impossible for me to fight with others, however, my enemies are civilians who are infected with miasma and affected by negative energies. So, it is not a difficult thing to bring down those who do not have a strong martial foundation. But what was the reason that I became an archer who did not fight directly was my main duty as a servant and personal bodyguard of the noble Queen of Arcnight, Rishma.

Maybe some will ask why we have difficulty fighting enemies who generally have no strong martial foundation while we are the troops who are famous for their prowess throughout the Oxmage continent? The reason is simple, we are here to survive, not to eradicate innocent lives. The people of Arcnight who are infected with miasma are not impossible to recover, even in some cases those who recover from miasma automatically get immunity from negative air from demonic breath and some others can increase martial power.

Even so, the survivor ratio of this miasma itself is very small. And that is also the reason why we have not been able to properly address this issue.

Phew..

I let out a long sigh, quite tired indeed, having to keep watch at night and transport myself the logistics and supplies of the soldiers' drinking meal. Well, that's what we, the female soldiers do. The male soldiers who had great strength and strength generally fell asleep tired at night after the battle all day, while the other ordinary men with makeshift weapons would patrol around the forest. The rest of us women will take care of logistics, food and all the needs of the soldiers at night, asleep all day, on standby in the evening. That's what we do.

"Uncle Gerald, you can talk" I said coldly when someone was watching me from a distance.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your time Miss Icy, but some of the patrolling troops saw a slight movement of the enemy in the 4 o'clock direction, I'm waiting for your decision"

"Are the people from the core army still awake? If there's a call for them to the battlefield, then pull all the patrol troops out of the affected sector, and also if you meet the members of the Bloody red dress, then call the brand face me, please, prepare all the troops that are awake from the side of the battle. Keep the other side. We're gonna color the sky tonight"

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Swosh.. duarr!!

A flash of bright light shot out quickly, a split second after it exploded leaving a firefly glow that was so beautiful, fireworks.

Yes, tonight is a pretty good new year's night. Everyone from across the capital Azasky looked enthusiastically at the star-dotted night sky and flickering fireworks, with no moon adorning it.

Different from before, I decided to stay in Azasky and enjoy the turn of the year here.

The residents also crowded, they all enjoyed various events held on the night of the turn of the year.

Basically, there is no noticeable difference between the traditions that developed in Qrystial and Azasky, as well as other kingdoms. They dance, they sing, the women preen, and the men who point to their manhood, well, this is common.

I walk alone at this time, occasionally stopping by to enjoy snacks and many other events. Actually, the main event itself hasn't started yet, since auntie allowed me to walk for a while.

Kling.

The clattering of knick knacks adorned every stall plastered on the side of the road, all looking happy.

My pandang stalled on an amethyst-colored jewel brooch with a shape resembling a small butterfly.

A flash of memory popped into my head, this memory was a memory from six years ago. A memory of a girl in the future for her lover in the past, that's how it was.

That day, the day that the child was thrown away and drowned in the lake, with the demonic energy controlling his body, it was the pair of Amethyst eyes that saved him. The girl then gave him this, a dusty piece of memory about his future life.

"Five more years, ah. I'm sorry ma'am, can you sell me this knick? An acquaintance asked me to buy him a gift"

I said kindly to the middle-aged woman standing guard at the small stall.

"Ohoho, you have good taste, son"

I went back to enjoying the warm night air with everyone's breath.

"Ah. If it were you, it would have grabbed my hand and pulled me here and there. I certainly wouldn't walk alone. Well, trust me. You're gonna love where I stand right now"

My murmurs looked at the flickering glare of night lights that seemed to be alive with everyone's breath.

Phews! I breathe slowly. The hot steam immediately rose into the air. Well, even though the air is quite cold, my heart is quite hot right now.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Groan!"

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"Protect the young lady!"

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The cheers of the troops filled the dark and cold air of the northern land of Arcnight.

I tighten my armour, preventing the occurrence of unwanted things. Occasionally the cold air competes with the hot breath of the fighters.

'Ugh, I'm tired. I'm sleepy. When will this fight take place?' My complaint is in my heart.

"Miss! Are you okay!?" The cry of a voice broke my daydream.

I rose again with strength, "ah. It's okay, continue the fight" I said coldly.

Yeah, that's true. I force it, how many times I fall, I don't care anymore. One thing's for sure, I have to survive for myself and all these troops.

I raced fast with the war horse, the occasional hot breath blowing from me. My blood was boiling, the mounting anger filling my heart. This feeling, this feeling of not wanting to be defeated.

I kept swinging this blood-stained sword. Every now and then I stopped and looked back at the battlefield.

After all, I am the commander of this division, and I must not let my guard down for the safety of the soldiers' lives.

No matter if it was my blood or the blood of my enemy's enemy, everything mixed soaked my clothes at this moment.

Bloody red dress queen, I think that call is quite a match for me at the moment.

Swosh's..

Duarr!

Screeching sounds of fireworks erupting colored the night sky.

Yes, it's new year's night. New Year's Eve begins with a bloody mess.

"Ah. If it were you would be right now you'd be hiding and looking for a place to rest"

I smiled simply. A person who seems familiar to me with my memory.

The smile was only for a moment, before my eyes heated up and decided to melt in the ripples of the turn of the year.

There was a time when I walked side by side clasping his hands tightly amidst the vibrant rain of fireworks.

"Ah. True memories yes" I bit my lips sliced.

"Live young lady! Long live the Queen of Blood! Viva Arcnight! Your glorious life Raixena!"

Cheers and tributes loudly reverberated to end the bloody war.

I woke up from my daydream and let out a long breath.

Long rally of the grueling northern battle.

I stood before the soldiers who seemed happy. Back I'll set my footing. The cold wind of the night froze my tears.

"Victory over all of us!" I said out loud as I raised the bloody sword, still with the flow that also wet my hand.

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A young man in a simple white shirt stood staring at the lively crowd of residents preparing to fly the lanterns.

"Sister! It's!" A small voice surprised him. He turned his head, right in front of him a little girl with white brunette seemed to smile, in his hand a colorful paper was passed on to the young man.

The young man crouched down equalizing his height towards the little girl. "Ah. Is this a lantern?"

The girl nodded.

"Did sister know? Flying a lantern during the new year is a tradition, and the color of the lantern symbolizes a desire"

The young man smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Ah. It is true, white for goodness and honesty, gold for well-being and prosperity, green for friendship and peace, blue for kinship and health, black for strength and firmness, and red for war and love" said a woman in her blue sea dress

"Ah. All right" said the young man, rising up.

At the same time, on the other side.

"Miss, are you okay?" Said a young girl running towards a woman with a military rag and a hood that covered part of her face. Some of his body was filled with red liquid.

"Ah. I'm fine"

"Ji if so, what if you're having a birthday party? There'll be lots of lanterns and fireworks!" Excite happy.

The woman laughed a little.

"Pffts. All right, help me get my red dress"

"Ah? Why the dress again?" His words turned into gloom.

While the woman just smiled a little.

"Eitherway".

Swush..

Duarr!

Screeching sounds of fireworks accompany the night of the turn of the year.

A young man stood holding a red lantern that had been lit.

On the other hand, somewhere else. A woman appeared to stand in her graceful red dress holding a lantern in tune with her beautiful dress.

The two of them looked up to the bright night sky.

"My wish" whispered the young man lifting his lantern right in front of his face.

"This year and in the future" whispered the woman, raising her hand which was holding the lantern.

"I want to" said the two at the same time, in different places.

"Ending a miserable war" said the young man calmly.

"The war is raging" said the woman coldly.

"For the war!" Both are firm.

"I want to meet him" said the two.

"No matter what," said the woman

"It doesn't matter if it's just for a second" the young man said elaborately.

The woman turned her face covered with a hood. "Although only for a moment"

At the same time, the young man took off his grasp, "Although only as fiercely as possible"

"Let us meet, for love" said the two taking off the lanterns into the cold night air.

Phew. The two then sighed and looked back at the lantern that was now flying high in the middle of the night.

A figure of white shadow shone brightly, his face blurred, Even so, it could be felt that the shadow was smiling warmly.

"You are truly chosen, I look forward to you, fight, the one who is endowed with the universe"

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Two.

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Three!

Swish...

Duarr!!

Fireworks again sped quickly, until then broke and left a trail of light like a firefly scattered in the air.

With this, the turn of the year passed warmly.

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