A young man born in the fire of war has witnessed countless deaths and the sufferings that accompanies the war.

Therefore, when a person grows up in this environment, anyone will have the idea of ​​giving up as his mind matures and understands his difficulties, and is deeply imprinted in the heart of the young man - ending this war.

A simple and childish dream.

However, the boy at that time did not recognize the cruelty of reality, and there were too many impurities hidden in that war.

He just had a dream in his heart and worked hard for it, sincerely hoping to end the war, even if all he could do was a trivial contribution.

Watching one life after another struggle and then pass away in the war, listen to the unwilling wailing and longing for life in the war.

The boy decided to give all of his own to it, and even at the cost of flesh, life, and soul, he would end the war.

At the same time, God seemed to hear the boy's voice and gave him the corresponding talent.

Since then, in order to save the weak, the boy has been constantly honing his skills and learning all the techniques that can be learned by hard work.

Swordsmanship, boxing, magic control, physical mastery, military strategy, and even techniques that have never been exposed to...

With his extraordinary qualifications, he quickly learned these things and advanced them to the realm of God, and gained power beyond God with the body of a mortal.

Finally, he showed the Blade of Slaughter to the powerful people who were rubbing the world.

Save one precious life after another in the hands of the strong and protect one country's peace after another.

But while protecting life, he did not realize that his technique of killing life was getting more and more so.

He just kept slaughtering the strong, and even when facing begging, he did not show any sympathy.

Because he believes that his actions can protect more lives.

The lives of the civilians who can only pray in war, feel uneasy and wail.

For the sake of the ‘justice’ woven by others due to jealousy and hatred, the young man gave up mercy.

Countless times, countless times, countless times, my hands were covered with blood, and I never feared.

By any means, we only seek to massacre the strong people more efficiently and end the war as quickly as possible.

Before we knew it, the young man wore silver armor and was called a brave man by people!

He also had troubled, suffered, and doubted whether his behavior was correct.

Others’ smiles make him happy, others’ touching voices touch his heartstrings, and others’ despair makes him angry.

Finally, he recalled his original intention and chose to ignore his worries, closed his heart and strangled his feelings.

He became cold and his eyes lost their luster.

So he hid his face forever under the cold steel helmet, and as long as he was left to others, a body that would feel at ease when he saw it was enough.

He no longer loves a particular person, but cherishes all the weak who suffer from the pain of war.

Until the end, the young man miraculously ended the war, destroyed all the strong clans, and personally killed the strong king.

But at this moment, his companions finally stopped hiding their awe for the boy.

Yes, whether it was his fighting posture or his indifference when he issued the order to slaughter many lives, it had already scared his companions and gods around him.

Although these are nothing compared to the lives he saved.

But for those who have witnessed these situations with their own eyes, there is nothing more terrifying than this.

Even in war, there is no...

The dazzling light shone, and the boy was finally wrapped in light and fell asleep without any resistance.

A story of a childish brave man who extends a helping hand to the weak and ruthlessly swings his sword to the strong.

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The cold wind blew the snow, covering everything that caught my eyes with a layer of pure white snow, and the forest and the earth were frozen.

In this eternal frozen soil that seems to be isolated from the outside, there is a huge and ancient building.

An ancient castle.

In one of the small rooms that was not warm, a silver-white girl was lying on the stone bed and fell asleep.

Her whole body was wrapped in blood-seeking gauze. Even if she fell asleep, her petite body would twitch unconsciously.

Such a posture makes people feel sorry for it.

I don’t know if it was because of the pain in my body or the cold wind blowing in through the gap in the window that made the girl’s eyes open after trembling slightly.

The girl's name is Ilyasfil von Einzberen.

She is a member of the famous magic family and the Einzberen family.

Girls are not humans in the true sense, but artificial humans who have received abnormal magical adjustments.

But compared to purely artificial humans, she is not even considered an artificial human.

It is life produced by normal fertility.

However, before she was born and had undergone magic adjustments when she was still in her mother's womb, she was destined to be unable to live like a normal person from the beginning.

Her physical development is extremely slow. She is 18 years old, but now she looks like a young girl under 10 years old.

Whether it is education or acceptance, it is turning her into a magician...

No, it should be a prop, a prop that has a short lifespan and is carefully made, just like a sacrifice.

This is Ilia, a girl who is both a human and an artificial human, but is different from the two.

"Huh? What a strange dream, just like an ancient fairy tale..." Ilia sat up slowly, wiped away the tears that had flowed out at some point in her eyes, and made a sound of uncertainty.

The moment I woke up, the picture in the dream became blurred, but Iriya could conclude that she had never heard of similar legends or stories before, so she felt confused.

This is also natural.

The brave man who works hard for childish dreams and is finally betrayed will only give people a feeling of being dreamy and unreal.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Since the final debugging has been completed, go to grandpa to summon heroes."

He said lightly why the body became like this, just like the person who was adjusted by magic and opened his body was not himself, and Elia smiled.

A innocent smile that is absolutely impossible to grow up in such a cruel environment.

It is both innocent and romantic, and it is pure and pure without any impurities.

Seeing this, everyone will feel that this strong girl has not been affected even if she grows up in cruelty, right?

But... it is no longer normal to maintain this innocence in a cruel environment.

Ignoring the sad and weird emotions caused by the dream, Ilia jumped and left the room covered in her blood and wailing with light steps.

Soon, a girl with long silver hair, red eyes, and snow-like elf came to the designated room.

There were three people standing in the room, waiting for Ilya's arrival.

One-on-one is exactly the same, somewhat similar to Eliya's appearance, like a twin maid.

An old man wearing a wide robe gives people a cold and serious impression.

The twin maids, without mentioning them, knew their identities at first glance, were artificial humans made by Einzberen's family.

And the old man's identity has a great background.

He is the eighth generation patriarch of the Einzberen family. He lived for almost two centuries by continuing his life, Yubstakuid von Einzberen.

Name-Ahadon.
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