Abel was cast into the reverse side of the castle.
It was a place connected to the castle yet dimensionally separated from it—somewhere that allowed him to observe the castle’s interior itself while remaining untouched by its interference or influence.
[A true… sacrificial offering.]
Rather than rise with the help of his staff, he remained sitting where he had fallen for a long time, staring blankly ahead.
Had his God seen him, those eyelashes like the edges of wings would surely have fluttered once.
Yet strangely, Abel felt no desire to stand.
[A true… death…….]
Instead, he repeatedly turned the command he had received over in his mind.
It was strange.
He had always known that someday this moment would come.
He had believed that even when that time finally arrived, he would feel nothing in particular.
It had all been his own misconception.
Deep down, he had wished this moment would never come.
『What will I do after killing the dragon? Hmm. First, I’ll wipe out every last one of the dragon’s servants. Yes, those monsters of the snowfields. The monsters the dragon summoned to stop us from ever leaving this land.』
At the same time, a memory from long ago kept surfacing.
Abel did not know why.
『After that… I suppose both I and my people will finally be free, won’t we? Yes, we’ll be free. Those things were the only shackles binding us to this place!』
Only the words that warrior…