The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 98

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Chapter 98. The Approaching Calamity (3)
[Buckingham Palace]
The Great Britain Empire had entered a period of stability.
Not long ago, the Queen’s wrath had unleashed catastrophe across the entire island.
But thanks to China sending tributes in abundance, her fury had subsided considerably.
Ding—.
The Statue of Justice standing before Buckingham Palace.
The [Scale of Preference] she held tilted.
The scale leaned toward “favor,” signifying the Queen’s pleasure, and all British subjects expressed their gratitude for Her Majesty’s joy.
Now was the time to ignite a culinary revolution across Britain for the Queen.
Everyone, step forward!
“For the Queen!!!”
Britain’s nobility were consumed with creating the most delectable “British” cuisine according to their venerable traditions.
With materials pouring in endlessly, the chefs had no respite.
Thud—. Thud—.
[Eggs] imported from China.
Those that appeared at the Great Britain Empire’s Chinese embassy were offerings carried “directly by hand” by 100 million Chinese—a sacred tribute.
Transported by pure human hands.
The finest ingredients, now rarely seen in Britain.
“Send this batch to Marquess Janet! Her Majesty desires aged cuisine.”
The eggs presented to the Queen pass through the hands of Britain’s highest nobility.
Thus they transform into the finest meal for the Queen.
Rumble—.
Enormous eggs are transported to the headquarters of Dream Pharmaceutical in central London.
The enterprise of Marquess Janet Smith.
“Please sign here. According to the Royal Secretary, Her Majesty desires aged cuisine.”
Janet scrawled an elegant signature while murmuring to the workers who had delivered the eggs.
“Hmm—. Chinese stock is far too fresh. Perhaps I should present what we’ve been storing in the vault instead?”
Before the Gate incident, Chinese goods had been dismissed as subpar, but now things were different.
Remarkably fresh pink eggs.
I was curious how they managed to produce such offerings so effortlessly.
“Since Her Majesty desires aged cuisine, open the vault.”
“As you wish, Marquess!”
There were things we had reserved in preparation for the Queen’s wrath.
The large-scale disappearances across Europe following the Gate incident—”eggs” made from the victims themselves.
Premium cuisine aged for nearly a decade.
“With so much fresh material available, there’s no need to hold back further.”
“But—”
“Bring the purple eggs. They are the most deeply aged offerings.”
It was added that pairing them with blood wine would surely satisfy the Queen immensely.
A hundred [Purple Eggs] tumbled from the food storage warehouse of Dream Pharmaceutical.
As Janet refilled the empty spaces, she transformed her fingertips into syringes.
“China truly is impressive.”
Remarkably fresh eggs.
The needle pierced through the translucent pink membrane, and Janet injected the drug.
It was a dream.
And—.
Thump! Thump! Boom!
A potent toxin.
The massive egg pulsed rhythmically.
Human silhouettes visible through the membrane contorted in agony.
“Let it become the taste of lamentation.”
Imagining the praise she would receive from the Queen, Janet closed the warehouse door.
Click—. Click—.
In the distance, countless delicacies could be seen being transported to Buckingham Palace.
Among them, the eggs that Janet had painstakingly crafted would undoubtedly be called the finest.
As expected—.
Exquisite!!!!
A thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth.
Tens of millions of eyes floating in the black sky gazed upon Janet.
Drawing thick arcs of satisfaction.
I shall bestow a reward upon Marquess Janet Smith with my own hands.
The world trembled.
At that supreme satisfaction—.
Crack————!!!
A hairline fracture appeared in the ring encircling Britain.
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——All Elves shall slay the crimson Demon!!!
A terrifying existence that enslaves an entire species with a single word.
“You steal my sustenance.”
A selfish being that regards the vast world as nothing but fertilizer for itself alone.
“Covetous World Tree, I consumed you and transcended my limits.”
A colossal barrier.
Yet one that was nonetheless shattered.
Thus, the ‘delicacy’ that granted the possibility of becoming absolute.
That was the Earth Mother Goddess.
In other words, the World Tree.
Patter, patter.
The Glass Garden before the Central Imperial Palace.
Between the magical [glass], a small and withered sprout could be seen.
Iris Ruzbella stepped forward with those tiny feet toward the sprout.
Then—.
Trembling violently!!!
The sprout quivered.
The World Tree, which had swallowed the [Poisoned Chalice] and embedded Jesus’s ‘Judgment’ into its body.
Yet still, a dreadful fear gripped it—the fear of betrayal at any moment—.
“Haha! How pathetic and wretched indeed.”
It had become a sprout no larger than a palm.
A minuscule thing whose cotyledons had not yet fully unfurled.
Yet Iris’s eyes perceived the eternity contained within that sprout.
She read the vicious history that had obstructed the Swords for all time.
And so she spoke.
“So there is but a single half-blooded Elf upon this land.”
The World Tree trembled violently.
The crimson, deep-hued woman who had hunted the World Tree through more cycles than any other.
Though her form now appeared as a small child, unlike her memory, I could sense the true essence contained within——.
Shuddering frantically!!!
The World Tree desperately convulsed.
It pleaded with all its might for mercy.
“You shall not deceive me.”
In the world of the Swords, the World Tree had done everything to survive.
Betrayal was as natural as breathing.
At times it had conspired with Demons to strike the Swords from behind, and it had even preempted their hunts to seize their prey.
In the end, all had failed.
Yet it had believed itself safe, for none remembered.
But….
“The symbol of treachery, the grotesque tree of the world.”
Now the World Tree understood.
Those Swords, the ones that had hunted me through eternity.
They too possessed ‘memory,’ just as I do.
Why—.
‘The Six Swords of Terminus.’
—do they not harbor the same thoughts.
The World Tree knew the true nature of ‘those things.’
Those Swords were beings of supreme rank, capable of ending all existence in this world, transcending even the Outer Gods.
Crunch—.
Iris’s small foot pressed down upon the sprout.
The World Tree surrendered itself to that foot, lowering its form infinitely.
Thus it offered its obeisance.
The tip of the sprout, crushed against the ground, pointed toward the space behind Iris.
“So you have eyes to see.”
I bow in reverence toward that magnificent being who appears behind Iris Ruzbella.
The World Tree knows.
He, that supreme one——.
The summoner of the Six Swords of Terminus.
To regard him merely as an awakened one who has appeared in this world would be to embrace a terror far too immense.
Trembling, trembling, trembling!!!!
Every sprout quivers.
A reverence offered with my entire being.
The object of such devotion is the Sword Master, Shin Si-woo.
Master of the Six Swords that call forth the world’s terminus——.
‘He who treads upon eternity and closes the world.’
He who shattered all my schemes.
That being who elevated his swords to the rank of absolute divinity.
I no longer resist.
This is my final life.
“Will I become a fallen tree once more?”
He asks.
I know the correct answer to this.
I am merely a tree that must decide nothing for myself.
And he——.
Terminus.
The end of all things itself.
A fearsome existence who has ended the world six times across eternity.
I have witnessed it.
Therefore I remember.
“When crafting swords, are emotion and memory luxuries? Hoho! Then… simply create swords that obey commands like emotionless humans.”
The Six Swords of Terminus.
In the days when they were human, they moved at the command of ‘the Sword.’
I remember everything they did.
Therefore I know.
The true nature of the being before me, that monster revered as ‘god’ in this world——Shin Si-woo.
“Sword, is it right to destroy that kingdom because it believes in a different god than the Lanestia Holy Kingdom? Well, since you command it, I shall obey…”
He considers nothing in this world.
The master of six apocalypses cares only for making ‘the sword and its wielder’ supreme, and obsesses solely over witnessing the world’s end through such means.
He disregards means and methods.
He breaks through directly, employing any scheme whatsoever.
Therefore——.
⟦I shall do whatever you command!⟧
I speak.
I possess a sense of self.
I am the World Tree itself—one worthy of cradling an entire ‘world’ within.
And yet.
⟦I shall follow you with utmost sincerity.⟧
I speak of living only as commanded.
Abandoning my own will.
If ordered to die, I shall perish.
Such resolve….
“Hahaha! What an amusing tree you are. I’ve heard that oath some twenty times already.”
The World Tree’s misguided choice.
Shackles her eternally.
Once, she had sworn just like this and struck the Swords from behind.
‘Ah….’
The World Tree sank into lamentation.
Why had her past self made such a foolish choice amid eons of torment?
Though she had long since perished and vanished.
And yet….
“I’ll give you one chance.”
That master of endings showed mercy.
The World Tree knew the reason.
The intent of that being who summons the six Swords of Endings—.
‘Because he can kill me anytime!!!’
A truth the World Tree grasped, treading through eternity.
Six Swords that summon endings.
Their master, the Sword Lord Shin Si-woo.
To the World Tree, he was endings itself.
Thus I declare.
⟦I am your instrument.⟧
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Fallen Demon Outer Deity Sacred World Tree.
“How is it?”
“Girl, a form of the World Tree I’ve never seen before!!!”
My world, existing but once.
I resolved to wield the World Tree masterfully here.
To protect the darkening planet Earth from its rampant destruction, I needed the World Tree’s power—one infused with [Primordial Nature].
⦗Creating something bizarre again, are we.⦘
In truth, I am not the one doing the creation itself.
I merely present the concept, and my Swords shall cooperate to bring it to fruition.
Like this.
⦗If I suppress the fallen through demonic control, and veil the outer deity in sanctity….⦘
Muratan is a sword that has used all things in the world as material.
There is nothing I cannot handle.
Moreover, have I not obtained the memories of failed cycles as well?
⦗The balance between fallen demons and foreign divine sanctity will be crucial. If the Aga Sword’s realm advances, I can certainly create a ‘Fallen Demon Foreign Divine Sanctity World Tree’!!!⦘
In my estimation.
The final evolved form of the World Tree.
I will cultivate a World Tree capable of confronting the tentacled monster foreign deities.
“Young lady, I have pondered what the Sword Master envisions.”
I raised my swords myself.
Therefore, they grasped my intentions instantly.
“You are nurturing a World Tree that harbors fragments of an absolute being belonging to the world….”
My swords’ abilities come with conditions.
Restrictions are imposed, and time is needed for them to seep into the world.
However, the World Tree is different.
It constitutes a world through its very existence, and at any time it is called the symbol of fertile nature known as the ‘Earth Mother Goddess’.
“You are gifting the young lady a magnificent meal!!!⦘
Well, I’m not certain whether Earth’s World Tree would serve as a meal.
At the very least, the fact that the World Tree harbors the potential of an absolute being is true.
‘However, it comes with the condition that it must grow.’
Growth poses no problem whatsoever for the World Tree.
The World Tree, bearing all memories after eons of death, will invariably grow itself by any means necessary.
The World Tree grows well regardless of what is done.
However, in this life, I intend to attempt something new.
‘I will cultivate the World Tree as I desire.’
Fallen Demon Foreign Divine Sanctity World Tree.
The name is extraordinarily long, but it is an entity harboring immense potential to match.
I gazed upon the seedling and spoke.
“I will impose several prohibitions upon you, World Tree.”
The World Tree is a being that remembers.
Therefore, it understands without explanation.
I recited three prohibitions.
1. You shall harbor a demon within your body.
2. You shall manifest Yulia and forge the ‘Vow of Chastity’.
3. You shall entrust all nutrient absorption and growth to the ‘Imperial Royal Magic Tower’ to be activated later.
Indeed, true to its nature as the World Tree, would it not employ stratagems from the outset?
The World Tree nodded its leaves, accepting all of it.
Then it spoke.
⟦I wonder if it is acceptable for a tool to speak first….⟧
As I nodded, the World Tree delivered a shocking statement.
Did it suddenly wish to make a confession?
“You heard the bleating of a lamb?”
Dark Young.
The World Tree had also heard the bleating of the black lamb.
‘Why am I only hearing about this now?’
Setting aside the impurity of that intention.
A far more pressing concern immediately filled one corner of my chest.
The World Tree was a being that belonged to this world, rooted and growing upon Earth.
Seol-ah was the same.
Which meant….
“It may have already given birth to offspring.”
A black lamb might exist somewhere on Earth.
No, it certainly would.
‘They’re being observed far too frequently.’
The fact that so many offspring of the outer god were being observed meant they actually existed somewhere.
I had no idea who summoned it, how, or why….
But what mattered here was—.
‘Fallen Demon, Outer God, Sacred Tree.’
To complete the World Tree I pursued, the Dark Young—the mother of the black lamb—was an essential material.
The existence of offspring meant that someday ‘Black Abundance—Shub-Niggurath’ would come seeking us.
Before she arrives, I will capture and annihilate every last one of those wretches.
Then I must search.
“Girl, I await lamb skewers.”
Iris Ruzbella’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

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