The Last Incarnation Of The Land Of Arden II
CHAPTER 1 PROLOG [Death]

THE 985 COUNT OF THE AKAIAKUMA KINGDOM

(Four Years Before the Birth of De luce Arnold)

Hands are large and feel rough but, when rubbing the face feels smooth who else if not the figure of the father. Her warm embrace was second to none other than the embrace of a mother.

"SORRY!!!"

Blood gushed from the mouth of the 39-year-old man when his back was stabbed by a red mana sword that pierced through his chest after hugging his son who was an angel with sky blue hair and the color of his irises that matched his his hair and he had pointed ears due to genes from his mother, which was a mixture of Devils with Elves.

"Run...." The figure of his father who is a mixed descendant of the demon and angel, encouraged his 8-year-old son to immediately leave the place. The demon soldier who stabbed the figure of the boy's father slashed his sword at the man's neck in front of his son.

"SPLASH! CRAT! CRAT!"

Blood gushed on the 8-year-old's face. Iris vibrates. He clenched his hands and ran away from his father who was beheaded by the two demon soldiers there.

He ran and kept running. Away from his home, leaving his brother and sister to hide because he was targeted by the demon soldiers who slaughtered everyone who did not have a demon-like form on the orders of the 9th King Akaiakuma.

The boy is haunted by the death of his father right in front of him. He washed his blood-soaked body and clothes while crying in front of a lake called the lake of hope that was in the middle of the forbidden forest.

"Dad...."

He lost the person he loved most in his life. At night, the boy returned to his house in silence from the Demon Warrior who was still wandering around with the torch in his left hand.

He entered the house through the back window. The boy, can't use his magic. He doesn't know how to use mana properly. Because he had no mana aura, so the Demon Warrior would not be aware of his existence.

"BRUKK! THE CLONTANG!!!"

The boy slipped before setting his foot on the floor and accidentally grabbed the kettle next to him for a handle until he fell there and his head hit the kettle.

The boy, curled up felt a pain in his head that fell first on the wooden floor.

"FIX! A TAP! TAPS!"

Footsteps were heard approaching the boy. He looked up when he saw a pair of legs before his eyes.

He was the older brother of that boy who was the first son of the demon angel man who was killed by the Demon Warrior.

"Mother! Ambareesh back!!"

He shouted as he ran towards the direction he appeared. The boy who entered through the window immediately sat down and rubbed his aching head.

The boy was surnamed Belial under the name Ambareesh.

Footsteps are heard again. This time, his voice was bigger and faster. The figure of a 35-year-old woman appears after being summoned by a boy who has the form of 100% demons despite being mixed blood.

"PLAQUE!"

Mom slaps Ambareesh's cheek. Ambareesh's body trembled as he stared at the undulating floor as his eyes began to water.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I ALWAYS FORBID YOU TO COME OUT BECAUSE IT'S NOT SAFE FOR YOU! YOU DON'T HAVE AMBAREESH HORNS! BECAUSE OF YOU TOO! DADDY'S KILLED! WHAT ABOUT BELLA'S FATE NOW?! HE'S ONLY 2 YEARS OLD! HE'S GONNA GROW UP A DADDY TAMPA! WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM SAY?!”

The scream broke the heart of an 8-year-old boy. Ambareesh's father didn't die because of him. It was all due to an unexpected accident and it was also because Ambareesh's father was already the target of the Demon Warriors.

"GET IN YOUR ROOM AND NEVER GET OUT! EVEN! TO EAT!"

Ambareesh's heart stopped. "I want to die. I should have stayed there and let them kill me too. Instead of being here, I was always discriminated against"

The bodies of people killed by the Demon Army will not be buried. Their bodies will be thrown away and burned together for a performance so that the non-demon nation will submit to the absolute power and command of the 9th King Akaiakuma.

Ambareesh took a roll of paper and ink. He started scribbling the scroll. He drew mountains, oceans, boats in the middle of the sea, and fish.

"I like fish. I hope today mom will bring you fish like dad's cooking"

Ambareesh wiped his tears and several times he sobbed. Ambareesh fell asleep on his stomach and was still holding his ink pen.

Ambareesh's mother peeked at him who was sleeping. He enters Ambareesh's room with an iron masked male Devil.

"Yes"

"Then be prepared. I'll bring it tomorrow"

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The next day, Ambareesh wakes up with puffy eyes. His stomach started to rumble because it had been two days in the forest and had nothing to eat but to drink the Lake Water.

"TOCK! TOCK!"

The sound of knocking on the door was heard several times from the door of his room. Ambareesh's elf ears are pulsating. The footsteps and the sound of breathing sounded foreign. He opened the door immediately.

The masked man last night stood in front of Ambareesh. He saw the man's robe which was the uniform of the Soldier who stabbed and beheaded his father.

Ambareesh's heart was beating fast. Body vibrates. He slowly took a few steps back.

"I'm your uncle, Belial Zen"

He greeted Ambareesh while giving a plate of food with a meat Lauk and an apple in his hand.

"Belial Zen?" Ambareesh repeated Zen's speech.

"Yes. I came here to take you away from this region to a safe place to avoid the reign of the 9th King Akaiakuma"

Zen instantly gave the plate of food to Ambaresh and he sat down while looking around him.

Ambareesh's room is filled with pictures of the sea and fish. There, too, was a picture that was holding a sword and pointing at the two Devils.

"Do you like pictures?"

"No" replied Ambareesh as he sat in his reading chair and ate his meal.

"What else do you like besides drawing?"

"Dad" he answered briefly without looking at Zen.

"A closed child" Inner Zen was lying on Ambareesh's small bed.

Ambareesh finished his meal. She thanked Zen for bringing her food.

Zen sat down and told Ambareesh to come closer. "Come here, uncle wants to know your story" Zen pulled Ambareesh's thin hand.

Ambareesh held his own hand. "Why would uncle help me?"

"Because you are my nephew and we are almost the same" Zen replied.

"My uncle and I are different" Ambareesh said.

Zen took off the mask hook that was on the back of his head. His mask came off and he showed off the color of his two icy blue irises.

"Look, isn't uncle imperfect?" Zen asked as he extended his right hand to Ambareesh.

"Uncle too, only got this horn at the age of 19 years"

Ambareesh widened his eyes in surprise. "What's? How's it?"

"My father or your grandfather is a descendant of the Blue Elf race and your grandmother is of the Devil race. Crossbreeding is used to produce strong offspring both physically and in terms of strength. From that marriage as well, it is not uncommon for their successors to be damaged or women in a state of pregnancy due to intermarriage to die"

Zen put his mask back on and grabbed Ambareesh's hand. He sat her on her right thigh.

"We are among the lucky ones. Therefore, while we are still alive, we should be able to help the non-Devils not to be tormented by this absolute government"

Ambareesh's little heart opened slightly to Zen's utterance.

"Therefore, can Ambareesh tell uncle what happened the day after tomorrow?"