Maître d'épée de Rome - Chapitre 226(FINIR)

Lagaope was shocked.

<Broxian! Ce qui se passe?>

Broxian was dying. Lagaope became shocked. Broxian had been so strong that he was now even stronger than him. He should have hundreds of years left considering the regular life span of nobles in Don-Nasian. But he was dying just after he living for 300 années. Broxian answered.

<I don’t know… but I guess I lived long enough. You have other friends too so…>

<NO WAY!>

Lagaope shouted. He couldn’t let Broxian die yet. Lagaope then stopped all of his plan to create superhumans and began traveling around the world to keep Broxian alive.

Lagaope observed the memory quietly. He remembered he had cried so hard in despair when Broxian died. He didn’t understand why back then, mais maintenant il savait.

The memory then fast forwarded to when someone came looking for Lagaope.

<Hey, cela fait longtemps qu'on ne s'est pas vu. But how are you still alive? You really live long.>

<B-Brox…>

<Attendre. I’m Conrad now. This fits me better.>

<hahaha!>

<Hey! Qu'est-ce que tu fais? Don’t hug me.>

'Dieu merci! Il est de retour!'

Lagaope cried as his friend came back alive. Then his memory fast forwarded even faster. Et maintenant, après 4000 années. A memory stopped at a certain point.

<Hein? Qui est-ce? The Roman family? Why did he hide the rating?>

Lagaope had finally met him again. He didn’t know back then. But with all of his memory back, he could now see it.

‘Sian, instead of Brok Sian… you fulfilled your wish.’

Sian, the man who helped Lagaope reach the end of his journey.

‘Right… so this was it…’

Lagaope smiled. Then he felt a voice coming to him.

‘You’ve done great work. Qu'est-ce que j'ai dis?'

Lagaope nodded. All the Lukras and Drakuns had been wiped out to its last. He also had reunited with his friend, even if they did not remember him. His friend also fulfilled his wish. He had been named after the Great God as he wished for a slight moment.

‘Wait… then…’

There was one more wish to be fulfilled. That was when the sight changed. He felt he was getting sucked faraway to someplace.

'Hein?'

Lagaope was shocked, but he closed his eyes. He then opened up and heard a familiar voice.

"Voir, he’s back up. I told you I didn’t make any mistakes.”

Lagaope looked around. Conrad and Sian were standing in front of him. Sian smiled as he spoke.

“Hehe… so, how was your trip? Did you find what you wished for?"

‘Did you find what you wished for?'

Lagaope then felt tears running down his cheek. Conrad shouted angrily at Sian.

"Hey! Voir! Qu'est-ce que tu as fait?!"

"Hein? je n'ai rien fait! It’s probably tears of joy!"

Lagaope could not stop crying. He just considered them acquaintances he made as he traveled through. But they weren’t. These people were his beginning, la fin, and the purpose.

It was now time to wait. Wait for his final wish to come true. Lagaope could now understand why he wasn’t interested in women until now. He had been waiting. Even when he forgot, he had been waiting for his lover.

But there was one big problem. Lagaope remembered Seriana’s last wish she spoke before she died and looked at Sian. He then grinned and shook his head.

‘I hope not.’

Lagaope rose up from the couch and approached Conrad and Sian while laughing.

"Je vais bien! hahaha, stop fighting.”

"Pouah, Qu'est-ce que tu fais?!"

"Pouah…"

"HÉ! Why are you punching Lagaope again!"

“He hugged me! I thought it was an ambush!"

"Certainement pas!"

Lagaope smiled as he felt his conscious fading as he got hit in the chin.

‘Thank you… for everything.’

Lagaope was writing another book in his office. Conrad asked him a question.

"Hey, are you really trying to start on another book? Didn’t you say that you were almost done?"

‘What Did he see in the memory?'

As Lagaope came back from his memory, he abandoned the book at once and started working on something else. He did not answer as to what he saw in the memory so Conrad became curious and looked at the title of the book Lagaope was writing.

'<The War of Dragons and Evil>…'

Lagaope smiled.

"N'est-ce pas génial? It’s a story about the War of Dragons and Evil.”

But the content was much different.

It was the story of a man, Broxian, who lived twice to kill the enemies of the human race. Two races, le dragon <Drakun> and the evil <Lukra>.

“Isn’t it too unrealistic? What kind of a person sees the future… and comes back from death? And this main character is too squeamish to be a strong character.”

Conrad seemed to have a lot of things to say but Lagaope laughed.

"Bien, but that’s what it makes it fun. A powerful man can be polite and hate to fight. He can also die for love.”

“You sound like you’ve experienced it.”

Lagaope laughed and went back to his book.

It took three years for Lagaope to finish writing the book, <The War of Dragon and Evil> and it became an instant hit on the Ra-Sian Continent. Lagaope became confident so he also published his story of the book that he wrote before but it was not as popular. So he went back to writing a sequel to <The War of Dragon and Evil>.

Then Stiel came to Lagaope to ask for money after thinking she and Sian’s story was in the book but Lagaope tried to refuse to accept it by saying it was fiction. But it didn’t work and he lost a lot of money to her.

And long after that.

After time had passed, Lagaope finally came to see his last wish came true. He was able to realize it as soon as he saw her. What was more fortunate that even without the memory, his lover Seriana felt affection toward Lagaope.

pourtant, Lagaope knew that he was now facing a huge problem.

Seriana, comme les autres, had succeeded in fulfilling her last wish.

"Père, I need him.”

“Haha… HAHA. IL POSSÈDE. IL POSSÈDE. HA.”

Sian laughed as he caressed the sword that he made by combining the Golden Sword and the Silver Spear together, while he looked at his daughter speaking to him while hugging Lagaope.

Sian sighed to calm himself down and spoke.

“Serin. Ne dis pas ça. You’ll make Mister Lagaope uncomfortable. outre, you’re just fifteen and…”

"Je m'en fiche! I need him!"

Serin plugged her ears and shook her head violently. Then she climbed up on Lagaope’s back. Sian shook his head while holding his forehead.

‘She’s just like her mother.’

Ainsi, Sian decided to go with the other option. If talking to his daughter wasn’t going to work, he needed to talk to Lagaope. Lagaope was a wise man who had lived over thousands of years. outre, he hadn’t been interested in women throughout all this time. He would surely make a wise decision.

Sian clenched his sword, soupira, and looked at Lagaope.

“Haha… say, I’m sure you won’t agree to the foolish act of a young girl. je veux dire, she’s my daughter, but… Yes. I agree that you’re charming but… Hm? Lagaopé? Hey-”

"Hmm…"

“Lagaope. Si tu ne dis rien, Serin might get confused. You have to make it right.”

Sian was asking him to be reasonable but Lagaope answered slowly.

"Donc, you will be my father-in-law… UGH!"

“HOW DARE YOU! JE VAIS VOUS TUER!"

“Sian! Non!"

“DAD! NON!"

Ce jour là, the city of <Antehorun> where superhumans gathered to live, was almost destroyed and the power that surged from the city spread across the continents of Ra-Sian and Don-Nasian, scaring all the humans.

People then later called this day <Gade-Angera>, the day of God’s wrath. They thought something had angered God that day and they chose to celebrate that day to ease God’s anger.