The Last Descendant of the Holy Sword Family

Them Awakened <Late Arc>

Somewhere very dark, even hundreds of times darker than the night sky without the light of stars or stars. There is a light in the form of a circle.

Around the light were seven people sitting around a circular table with their eyes closed. Four of them were men and three were women.

One by one they slowly opened their eyes.

"Huf... "

One of the men took a long breath.

"About? How many times is this?"

One of the other men asked.

"This is the eighth time since he became heir."

One of the women answered that question.

"Eight times already? It's seven times more than it should be."

"Yes, this number is very much. I don't know what that heir did out there."

"Although we can guess it, it might be better to look at it directly."

"Yes, we better do that."

Six of them had opened their eyes, and now there was one person still asleep.

"If so do it now. This time who's gonna do it."

One man asked by looking the other way.

"I'll do it."

One of the women proposed to her.

"Ho ho, you don't usually file yourself."

"Either why this time I have a hunch that something good has happened."

"That's it, then do it now."

"All right."

The woman then placed both hands on the table, she poured her mana into the table.

As soon as his possessions flowed into the table, hundreds of small boxes appeared on the table. The little box was a recording of the incident that happened while they were all asleep.

Among the boxes was a box three times larger. The larger box contained the reason why they all woke up.

They looked at the contents of the tape from the box, and after they saw it they took a deep breath.

"Huft, same as before."

"Yes, just like the one before. Hey, didn't you just say you felt something good? Looks like your hunch is completely out of line with reality."

"No, my hunch is right. It's just not a hunch about the heir, play on the kid."

The woman pointed at a small box showing a picture of a child with brown hair.

"Hmm, I can't see it clearly. Can you enlarge it?"

"All right, I'll grow up."

The woman then zoomed in on the small box, and the others could clearly see the footage on it.

"Sweet little girl. Who's she?"

A man asked in a tone that sounded a little curious.

"He's my little brother."

For a moment the man was silent as soon as he heard the woman's answer. The man took a deep breath and then he started talking again.

"Don't joke. It is now five hundred years after the last great war. There's no way your sister is still alive, after all if she's alive there's no way her body is like that isn't it? To be seen from wherever it is the body of a loli."

"It is true that, judging from the truth, he must have died. But for some reason I made myself live a long time."

"No, no, isn't that impossible? He's just a regular vampire, isn't he? How could he possibly live that long."

The man strongly opposed the answer given by the woman.

The woman looked at a man who was listening to them and the other was a woman who was still asleep.

"Ah, the provision of information through memory yes. If so then it might make sense if your sister is still alive today."

The man began to try to accept the facts that lay before him even though he still did not fully understand them.

"I'm glad you understand."

"Have you finished talking?"

A man asked with great dignity.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then let's discuss the main problem. The reason we woke up this time was the same as before, it was because he gave his servant to someone else. If counted then it would mean that he had lost seven of his servants. Does anyone have an opinion about his actions?"

The man asked the others.

"These seven are not a small number, this way the balance will be destroyed."

A man gave his opinion.

"What balance do you mean?"

A woman asked the man.

"Isn't it obvious, it's the balance of the ancestors and also the balance between races."

"Are you kidding me? That balance you mean was destroyed thousands of years ago."

"Eh?... Is that really so?"

The man asked the others.

"Yes, that balance was destroyed thousands of years ago."

"That's right."

"Who cares about that balance? More important was the heir, since the seven servants he had already given to others so now how much was his servant left?"

He asked the others.

"Three."

A soft and soft voice sounded. It was the voice of the woman who had been asleep.

"What was left was Satein's eighth servant. The ninth servant of Timika. And La Tiami's tenth servant."

The woman slowly opened her eyes, she then looked around. The woman could see the other successors looking towards her.

"Finally the Princess sleeps we wake up too."

One of the men who didn't talk much started talking.

"May I ask you Miss?"

The man spoke to the woman, but she was just him without saying anything.

"What do you think of when you pass that power on to him? Don't you know that the boy's destiny is so bad? The destiny he had was destruction, no matter where he was he would always bring destruction. And also the gods of other worlds are involved in his destiny, despite knowing that why do you keep him passing down that power?"

The man asked the woman a lot of things, but she was still silent.

"Why didn't you answer?"

The man continued to urge the woman to answer, even so the woman also remained silent. The behavior of the woman made the man lose his patience. The man then asked loudly to the woman.

"Why are you just silent? Answer my question Miss seventh heir, Theresia."

"Huf...... "

The woman took a deep breath, and she looked at the man.

"I'm just returning that power to its owner. After all, what he saw was not fate, but a curse. But it might not be wrong to call it fate."

"Return to the owner? What do you mean?"

"As I said, I'm just returning that power to the owner. And will help him take back what he has taken from him."