Chapter 0 : The New Beginning
Solomon, a Caster class servant, now stands before the figure who used to be his loyal follower, the shadow who always follows and carries out the king's orders.
That figure had now turned into the Beast of Humanity, an abomination that stood before him while staring at the king with hatred and arrogance.
He is Goetia, the embodiment of the 72 Demons that King Solomon summoned, like a golden figure with a humanoid form. Big eyes on its chest, with hornbill-like limbs on its head.
"Solomon, I did not expect that you would dare to appear in front of me. O greatest folly of mankind."
"Goetia, my disgrace for many years, the beast of evil born from my body. Here I will judge you with my own hands."
"Don't make me laugh!"
Instantly, the colossal figure soared rapidly. It hit Solomon, who the barrier created by the king immediately blocked.
"You can't do anything. Die. Die. I will send you to your death with your own Noble Phantasm." The demon said while hitting the barrier many times.
"That is my intention. I will perish with my own Noble Phantasm." Solomon said seriously and calmly.
"What?"
"Far in the future, if the design of Magecraft goes against the master. I have already prepared a safety device to destroy it."
"What do you mean?" Goetia paused, taken aback by his former master's words.
"You are the magecraft woven to protect humanity. Now you have turned to exterminating humanity itself. Let me teach you the last magecraft."
For a moment, the demon lord widened his eyes in surprise. He recalled something from the magic lord's past. It is a memory of the last miracle of Solomon, King of Israel.
"Impossible!"
Slowly, Solomon raised his hands to the sky, freely spewing out the spells he was about to cast, magic and movements that instantly made Geotia tremble and scream in despair. The demon smashed into the barrier with a scream.
"Stop. All those rings, those almighty seals, are not your own!"
Then the king of magic echoed his spell.
"The time of birth has come. He was the one who mastered all."
"The time of the coronation has come. He was the one who started it all."
"And now-"
"Stop!" Goetia managed to break through the barrier, through Solomon's chest, still holding his hand up.
"The time of parting has come. He who let go of the world. Ars Nova." The ring shone and then flew into his grasp. The golden light marks the end of the messenger's journey from God.
"My Lord, I have returned your miracle. Omnipotence is too great for humankind. It is within the limits of humanity that my task is accomplished."
When the sentence stopped, the ten rings flew and hit Goetia's body—pinning him on the white throne that once belonged to his master.
The rings weaken the demon god, reducing his authority and omnipotence to a magical being destined to lose at the hands of humanity itself.
"Why. Why. After all of this, you want to save humanity, Solomon. You are a person who has done nothing despite witnessing so much tragedy and blood!" Goetia was insulted by that. He screamed loudly and in pain from the actions of the person she was fighting against.
"Yeah, weird. We see the same thing, sit on the same throne, and spend time together. However, we have opposite views. If there's any difference between us, then it's… Simply put, I don't have the freedom to be angry and liberty to choose as you are doing now."
"What?"
Solomon calmly spoke again, ignoring the wound on his chest that continued to bleed. "Now, myself, Solomon is no longer on the hero's throne. My position as a hero is over now. With my loss as the magic lord, the era of the gods has reached its end."
"You left and didn't come back?" A man's voice sounded behind Caster. Ritsuka Fujimaru had achieved the impossible—struggling with his blood and sweat to save humanity from destruction. This ordinary mortal lost many things and saved various people on his journey.
"It's ironic and sad, but that's all I can do on my own. That's why, even though it hurts, I have to do it anyway. This is how it should be, you and Mash have taught me to be able to make this. decision." Solomon replied with a slight smile on his face.
"It's not fair. Doctor, you are not fair." He said while crying.
"I see, sorry, it seems I don't understand you. But my current self can give a clear answer. Goetia, you harbor hatred for the meaninglessness of life. Indeed, nothing lasts forever, sadness and pain will wait. But that's what it is. We are human and this is not a story of despair, but a story of repeated encounters and partings, even though it will all come to an end."
Solomon stared at Goetia for a moment and smiled back at Fujimaru.
"Human stories are as interesting as the stars in the sky. These are all stories of love and hope."
Ritsuka Fujimaru opened and closed his mouth again, tears threatening to spill out of him. He remained strong and looked at the people who always guided him.
"Can I leave the rest to you, Fujimaru? You are the first and only master of Chaldea, where we used to spend time together."
"Yes!" Ritsuka said while straightening himself.
Solomon's body slowly became a light that faded with time.
"Good answer. You have indeed grown to be a great master, Fujimaru." Solomon smiled brightly, as he closed his eyes. He smiled beautifully at his friend and 'student'.
A beautiful smile wrapped in light that then disappeared from reality.
His decision erased him. Solomon as king of witches, ruler of Israel, and agent of God, no longer exists.
He continued to sink into the void, reminiscing about his memories in Chaldea, memories that always warmed his heart in times of sadness and joy.
"Ah, what a great time." Said Solomon, who calmly continued to lose his form in the void; he felt resigned as a soul about to merge into the Root.
"Your job is still not done, Solomon."
A very soft female voice was like the goddess of hope awakening his soul.
He saw a figure at the edge of the void for a moment. A woman with a white robe covering her entire body had pale and smooth skin without damage. She had a shorter stature than Solomon. The girl was very graceful and exuded a charismatic aura from her presence.
"There is still duty waiting for you, O king of Israel."
In front of the girl, Solomon could only remain silent. He was waiting for the figure's words in front of him to finish.
"A world where the era of the gods still hasn't ended. Miracles still live among humans. An era where the gods descended to be on par with humans. That's where your figure as the embodiment of human desire will take its place. the hands of the gods. I'm counting on you, mages king Solomon."
In an instant, a white light shone on the former Servant's body, leading him to where he intended.
It is a world where magic and gods still walk the earth.
Solomon opened his eyes, allowing his sense of sight to return to him. He discovered that he was now neither in the temple of time nor in the void that had brought him to the pinnacle of all existence.
Where he was standing now was a forest with giant trees surrounding it. The place was very quiet, and there was only the wind and moonlight coming through the shady leaves.
Solomon also noticed something strange about the body and its existence. He is not in Servant or physical form. He is a spirit—he who is invisible but exists in the realm of reality.
"My magical energy still exists. However, my existence hasn't fully materialized in this era. An era where magic is still intact." Solomon looked up at the sky, and he remembered the mysterious woman's words about the gods descending to the lesser world.
The only remaining is for what and why. That was the question that arose in the mind of the wisest king in Israel.
Even though he was only a disembodied spirit, his clairvoyance was still active. He saw something that bothered him. I don't know what women mean is a contradiction, or maybe this is not the time for that to happen.
Then he felt a phenomenon that made him raise his gaze to the sky.
"I see. So all of you are here. Both the magic and my loyal familiar of mine. Separated by time and space, waiting." Solomon slightly lost the cheerfulness on his face. Rational expressions replace the optimism that is usually always plastered on his face.
"Only time will give us new answers, my friend. Your crimes against humanity cannot be forgiven by anyone, not by me. All creatures will return to their origins, just as you are the protector of humanity." Solomon smiled. He stepped out of the forest with his spirit form into the mystery before him.
A history he might write for the era of heroes to come as he said about the world in which all he loves life: A story about love and hope.
Last Edited : 04-06-2022