20 years had passed when I woke up! ~ The villain’s daughter’s thereafter and after that ~ - Chapter 40

Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse

The Black Forest.

It was a forest that occupied the northeast of Belgaria. The nest of monsters.

Every few decades a phenomenon called “The Stampede” happens and thousands, tens of thousands of monsters will come out of the forest.

The countless countries destroyed by this struck fear into everyone on the continent.

But today, it was as if Fioria put an end to that. 

“If it has a form, then it will eventually be destroyed. I will make “eventually” into “now”.”

She stroke back her long hair and pointed at the sun with her slender fingers.

Around her, small motes of light gave shone brightly.

They spread around her while spinning and shone a light on the Black Forest from the inside.

“The judgment of light. Burn the heavens and scorch the earth.”

She sang out and solemnly announced her judgment.

“Armageddon”

The firmament was stained in gold.

The earth rumbled intensely.

The archangels held hands together and sang out solemnly.

The song was not within the human’s hearing range. It was a hymn to announce the destruction of the Black Forest.

The attack fell on the forest.

The heat and light violently purified, scorched, and erased the miasma that lingered in the forest.

It wasn’t just one strike.

An uncountable amount of strikes fell like rain and hail.

If you were to compare, it was a crash of meteors.

Every second it strikes into the earth and created shockwaves everywhere.

Shockwave and shockwaves clashed and devastated the Black Forest.

The end times must surely look like this.

The comet of judgment turned everything back into dust.

About 3 minutes.

In just 3 minutes, she erased the Black Forest that had threatened humanity since history began completely.

All the way until the horizon, to the ends of the earth, it was just an endless barren field.

No.

Motes of light fell from the sky and as it touches the ground, a golden field sprung forth.

The Black Forest was turning into a shining field.

A cool wind blew on Fioria’s face.

“Master, can I say one thing?”

While clearing his throat, Mofumofu asked.

“We already asked the Cerberus the location of the witch. The route signs as well. But with the forest gone… we can’t follow it anymore.”

“It’s ok. This is a plan to smoke her out”

“Why do you avoid my eyes master? Is it your usual sickness?”

“I am healthy though.”

“It’s in the mind. Well just listen while snuffing on my fur. I will guess what you are thinking”

Mofumofu caught Fioria’s body and started speaking.

“2 months have passed since the battle with Beatrice. I gave her time to prepare so she should’ve had something incredible up her sleeves prepared. In all this pent up anticipation, I accidentally overdid it…. Is that right?”

“No comment”

“So I am right then. Lex, what do you think?”

“It is as you say.”

He stood behind Fioria on her left.

Completely unchanged from usual, the young man was quiet and unfazed.

Wearing a black swan tail coat without any creases, his figure was as if he was a piece of art.

Lexal Medias

He served Fioria for these 20 years, he was more loyal than anybody.

“What do you think? Higel?”

“I agree with Lex. Fioria probably got too into it and couldn’t control herself. Nothing’s changed since the old times. Hm?”

After answering, he put his right hand on his temples.

Waving his light blonde hair, he whispered.

“Since old times? Since when?”

Higel only has memories from 5 years ago.

20 years ago, the teenager who met Fioria is now in oblivion. Supposed to be. But he seems to regain his memories.

“Hm”

And there was one more person there, in full armor, a small handsome knight was standing there.

Wayald Histocliff. 

He was betrayed by his comrades and was on the verge of death 20 years ago on the last crusade.

After that, he sent a threatening letter to the Old Papacy.

He was helped by the witch who lived in the Black Forest and returned to the Belgaria continent for revenge.

“If it’s her then it should work out alright.”

The witch who helped Wayald in the past was not Beatrice.

There was another witch who lived in the forest.

Her appearance and personality were completely different from Beatrice.

A calm old lady, who was easy going and lived quietly.

She still travels around the Eastern countries to taste the different foods of different countries.

She might accidentally have been collateral damage from “Armageddon” but she will probably live on.

“Hm?”

Something was shaking on his neck.

It was the pendant that the old witch gave to him when they parted.

A purple crystal cut in the shape of a regular octahedron.

When Wayald is in danger, it was a magic item that will warn him.

He jumped back reflexively.

That saved him.

“What!”

The next moment.

Without any warning, a witch with black hair appeared.

The witch Beatrice.

She did not wear her usual ropes.

A dress with beautiful decorations. 

The design was similar to Fioria’s, a dress like a saint’s.

But only the color is different.

It was not an innocent pure white, but it was a dark black that can overwrite anything.

On her right hand was a broadsword.

It was the same as Fioria’s sword, but the blade was coated with a darkness from the abyss.

Beatrice swang the sword from left to right.

The instant it was about to cut Wayald’s neck, he dodged it.

“Ugh so annoying!”

The witch went onto her next move while feeling irritated.

She lunged to cut Wayald, twice, three times.

“…?!”

He was on the defensive completely.

If it was just sword techniques then Wayald was probably better than Beatrice, but he was being overwhelmed by her.

The difference between their swords.

The sword wielded by Beatrice has a special property.

It corrodes anything that touches its blade.

Just touching it once had already completed corroded Wayald’s sword.

Just imagining what would happen if it cut his body slowed his movements.

“Don’t just dodge!” “Jealous”

Following Beatrice’s cast, a countless number of hands shot out of the ground near her feet.

Those hands grabbed onto Wayald and made him unable to move.

“I got you!”

The black blade closed in on to his neck.

At that moment

“Your opponent is me, right?”

A violent gust of wind blew Beatrice away.

“Wayald, you haven’t trained enough. I wanted to parry that level of attack”

“…My apologies.”

“I will show you my moves, observe carefully.”

Fioria’s voice was definitely not a voice that was scolding him.

In fact, it was more like teachings, filled with warmth.

“Lex, Higel. You guys as well. I look forward to seeing you guys get to where I am”

“Understood…”

“I shall try”

“Good. Well then”

Fioria faced Beatrice.

The witch was kneeling down. Of course, she had to look up to see Fioria.

“Stand up witch. I gave you 2 months to prepare so you should be able to entertain me right?”

“Tch, don’t look down on me!”

The darkness jumped as her angry voice rang out.

Beatrice used her dark magic to increase her body’s ability to several times its normal level. In just one moment closed in onto Fioria. With that momentum, she was going to body slam Fioria.

“Not bad”

Fioria drew her sword and prepared for battle.

The blades clashed and the light and dark particles disintegrated each other.

The situation was at a stalemate… no.

“This! I can’t lose! Not at least to you!”

“You passed Beatrice. If you reached the limits of dark magic, it will shine out rays of light. Thanks for the reference.”

Beatrice was desperately fighting and attacking, on the other hand, Fioria was relaxed. She didn’t even look like she was in a fighting stance.

“Your sword, I’ve seen it before. It was the sword Howl the Third used.”

“Who told you that!”

“I am just going to do some answer checking because I can. First of all the sword should’ve been almost used up after the battle with me. And so you recovered the sword and used your dark magic to taint it back up. Right?”

“Tch…!”

“The answer is written all over your face Beatrice”

“Shut up! Yes, I recovered the sword and overwrote it with dark magic. This isn’t a holy sword anymore, but a demonic sword. I will reach you. I can kill you. You didn’t expect this, did you?”

“Thanks for the reply. Well then, let’s move on to your answer checking then.”

At this point, Fioria took on an attacking stance.

When the sword in her right hand stabbed into Beatrice, she extended her left hand as the sword went deeper into Beatrice.

With her slim fingers, she lifted Beatrice’s jaws.

It was like lifting a wine glass.

“Being able to use The Holy Sword, I mean Demonic Sword, so well. I am happy. With just your power, it would be difficult to have a fair fight.”

“What… do you mean?”

“You didn’t just seal off “Judgement”, but also “Astroraia”. So I thought I can praise you and give you a reward.”

Fioria whispered next to Beatrice’s ears with a voice sweet like a devil.

“Plus, you want to shout out your hatred as well right? The anger of the past 300 years. Hatred, sadness… put everything into the sword. Retribution and atonement, it will all end from now on.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don’t look down on me!” “Eraser!”

A torrent of darkness broke through the ground and exposed itself to the heavens.

That was the extreme end of her laments compressed into energy.

It shouted curses and poison as if to overwrite Fioria’s existence.

“That’s all?”

But, it did not reach Fioria. It did not even dirty the golden goddess.

She stopped it with just her left hand.

The torrent of darkness slowly compressed away.

It eventually turned into a ball that fits on her palms.

A high density compressed dark power.

If a normal person touches it, they will instantly rot and die.

“You should be able to do better than this. Get serious”

Fioria grabbed the ball and put it in front of Beatrice’s eyes.

The overwhelming power of light did not allow the corruption of the darkness at all.

In fact, it was shrinking…

With her fingers, the ball was crushed.

“Or should I drive you to the brink more?”

“Don’t look down on me. Didn’t I say it already? “Infellnus”.”

A dark mist covered her as she shouted.

It was not an attack magic, but it can directly interfere with the enemy’s mana.

It was a magic used to kill casters.

This is her secret anti-Froria weapon.

“This utter darkness. The abyss that light cannot reach. This is your tomb. Fioria.”

When “Infellnus” was activated, Beatrice did not enhance her body ability level.

But on the other hand, Fioria had all her magic sealed.

So in terms of spec, Beatrice’s side should have been overwhelmingly good.

But…

“Interesting magic. As expected of a witch. I will praise you first. This is praise from the bottom of my heart.”

Fioria’s expression was the same as usual.

She coldly parried away Beatrice’s slashes.

“But fundamentally your power is not enough. Maybe I should’ve given you a year to prepare.”

The skill of a swordsman.

Fioria trained with her mother since she was a child and killed monsters within the realm.

Without relying on light magic, she can kill dragons with just her skill.

Meanwhile, Beatrice holed herself up in the forest for 300 years.

She did not fight a real battle even once during that time.

The battle experience is too different.

Just being robbed of her magic did not make up for this difference.

Beatrice’s much stronger in terms of strength.

But so what?

The impacts Fioria received can just be moved from her hands to her feet.

With body movements, she can make up for the lack of magic.

Beatrice’s much faster.

But so what.

An inexperienced fighter’s movement can easily be read.

It was an issue with technique.

“Why! Why can’t I cut you?”

“The difference in training. It was a result of my daily training. On the opposite I want to ask, what have you been doing for the past 300 years?”

Beatrice was a saint.

But that the time she opposed the Papacy and before she was killed as a heretic, she escaped into the Black Forest.

And so she became a witch and lived 300 years to this day.

“What did I do? Isn’t it obvious? I build up power to destroy the Monado Church.”

“Building up power is good and all but how did you think of destroying the church?”

“That’s…”

“You didn’t think about that at all yeah? You are making a face like you haven’t prepared anything. Leaving that aside, haven’t you already lost your will to seek revenge? If you really hated the Papacy then you would’ve helped me.”

Because Fioria is at the forefront of destroying the old church.

But Beatrice did not go to the side of the new church but instead joined the side of the old church that once attacked her.

She gave the holy sword to Howl the Third and created the Coalition.

Isn’t that completely against what she wants?

“Shut up! I would rather die and help you.”

She opened her eyes wide and replied.

“Yeah, that’s right. I don’t give a shit about the church. Rather that, I hate you. I can’t stand you. Even though we are both saints.  Even though we are both welders of “Rod of Judgement”. Even though we both fought the church. Why couldn’t I become like you? Isn’t that weird? It makes no sense!”

“Let me tell you the reason should I? But if you listen, you will lose your only way of escape.”

With a sign, Fioria spoke.

“I have already investigated you. As expected, it was fatal to have no planning skills. Even if you were held up as a saint, in the end, you were just treated as a heretic on the whims of the Papacy. You should’ve made allies within the Papacy. If you had done that, then when you started fighting against the Papacy, someone would have helped you out and acted in your defense.”

“Shut up! Don’t just say random things, what do you know as an outsider.”

“I am not an outsider. You and I are both saints, right? But I wanted to destroy the church from the get-go. And so I acted accordingly. That was our first difference. And the next is… you didn’t even use the “Rod of Judgement” well.”

“That’s not true! I used it to get rid of monsters!”

“Naïve. If you wanted to truly use the Rod then you should’ve burnt the Papacy to the ground. You could’ve negotiated with power. That’s what I did. And lastly, the fight with the Papacy. If you were going to be tortured anyway, you should’ve used your special privilege as a saint”

The privilege as a saint.

One of which was, by leaving the church, she could in exchange dispose of the Pope.

Fioria actually used this privilege when she fought with the church.

“B-but to leave the church.”

“Just by leaving the church won’t make light magic disappear. With the Rod, you can always make it. So, it’s not a big deal right? There, that’s why you and I are different. Simply put, you didn’t have the guts or will to do it.”

“!”

At that moment Fioria was on full defense.

Beatrice attacked.

But the one with a pained expression was Beatrice.

She was completely refuted directly. She couldn’t even reply. She could only attack with her sword.

“Difference? I don’t care at all! I just want you to die. 20 years ago, I make Annerose feed you poison. And yet! Why why why are you alive? Die die die!”

It was just screams of emotion.

Her emotions were out of control, breaking her limits.

Mana killer, even though she was under the effects of mana killer, she used magic.

“Eraser” she chanted.

Many great serpents broke out from the ground.

They surrounded Fioria, 16 of them, and attacked all at once.

And that’s not all.

“Hades’ Sword”

She put in her own life force and released the power of the demonic sword.

A dark light like a nebula dragged Fioria down into the depths of hell.

“Did I get her?”

Using up all her magic, she stopped Mana Killer.

The fields were contaminated with blight and changed into a dark swamp.

Fioria was no longer there.

“I did it! I won! I won! Hahahaha! There was no way I could’ve lost to a girl who only lived 30 40 years. Feels great!”

The laughs of victory.

With a high feeling, she looked up.

“No way!”

Her knees gave way.

Her body was about to fall over.

She used her sword as a standing staff and somehow managed to stand up.

Before her eyes.

Fioria was there. She was desperate for Beatrice.

“Not 40 years, 37 years! If you take out the years I slept. I am still 17! Don’t get that wrong please.”

She said, while letting her hair flow in the wind. She was beautiful like a goddess.

On her back were wings of light.

As if they were holding up the sun they spread open.

“I saw your full power. It was wonderful. If I didn’t have my mother’s sword with me it might have been dangerous.”

Fioria raised her sword.

The Holy Sword Soul Youthtitia.

The brilliance was a bit weaker than usual.

It must’ve lost some power to defend against Beatrice’s attacks.

But Fioria still has a lot of mana left over.

“Rejoice. I will end your laments here. You should reincarnate and try again at life.”

She released her Rod of Judgement. It purified the witch’s soul and dropped down as a bright light.

Beatrice was at her wits’ end and could not even dodge. 

In exchange, she held up her sword.

But it was pointed towards her throat.

“I will never allow you to kill me. If it comes to that I rather kill myself. I refuse to go to heaven. Hell is suitable for a witch anyway! I will offer this soul to the evil god.”

Before the light could reach her, she ended her own life.