Snow Witch'S Journey
The Past Relics

The spelator walking in front of me continued to lead me down this wide passageway. Although all the way I was only given a view of the back, but always my curiosity made me to keep looking at the two components behind his shoulder that rotated and pumped inward. The two components were about the size and had the same shape as the bucket.

“As I said before, me and .. my master are stuck here, but we're stuck not by accident. We are indeed ... are heading here. This place is our real tu ... juan.”

“So, you guys are traveling? What trip made you go here?” I asked as I tried to glance at the road ahead through the cracks of Spelator's legs and arms.

“Travels to restore our country.”

The state?

Spelator stops. I peeked and found a dead-end cave room that was more spacious than my previous cave. We arrive at another ice cave that seems to be the purpose Spelator took me. On the edge of the cave were many human objects such as plates, broken bags, shabby clothes, and books. My curiosity again locked my eyes to a white object arranged next to a pile of items in one corner of the cave. On top of that pile was a more rounded shape with two three holes. It was a human skull arranged on top of a pile of human bones.

“It is a skeleton bone .. belongs to my master. This is where I left time before .. Niva came.”

This part of the cave seemed safer than the passageway before. There are no stalactites hanging in the sky, the surface is flatter and not too slippery, suitable for use as a bed. The spelator takes a bone the size of a twig and places it back in a pile of bones carefully. I who was standing at the threshold of the cave entrance did not immediately go inside as if waiting for the host to let me in. But the truth is, I'm just keeping my distance.

“Not to be afraid, Niva. It was not me who killed my own master. That's .. because the end is here. We ... stuck here for two months. If ... I wanted to kill my master, I should have done ... from the start,” explained Spelator without turning his upper body to face me. “I was a unit created to protect anyone who was ordered. Protecting my master is .. a task that has been designed in my system. I'm .. not a murder unit, because that's .. I'm not going to kill Niva. Niva not to worry.”

Maybe being too wary of something is not good either. He was right, but I also felt wrong. I decided to forget all my anxiety and go into the cave, standing beside Spelator while looking at the remains of his master.

The cold temperature in this cave makes the bones look durable and fresh, like new bones yesterday. Should have died in a cold place, the whole condition of his body was kept awake, but in front of me now were just his bones. I'm not a biologist, but the meat put in the fridge is a good example, right? The cold temperature should have prevented the decomposition of his corpse. The possibility that I could think of was that there were wild animals that preyed on the corpse or it could have been the machine itself. This is why I hesitated to enter the cave. However, the dead let it rest in peace, I will not take care of this matter anymore.

Next to the pile of bones, there were five thick books neatly arranged. The thickness of all the books was the same, twice as thick as my travel notebook. The cover of all the books was jet black like soot. There was a gold logo on the cover, a shield with wings, and an inverted triangle in the middle of the shield.

“The books are records belonging ... my lord. If Niva wants to read it .. please just.” I glanced at him for a while and secretly, but Spelator noticed it. Since it's allowed, of course I won't reject it.

I took the top book and sat down to bend my knees next to the pile of books while leaning against the cave wall. I was surprised when I opened the book because it turned out that the first, second and third pages were empty. I opened all the pages and they were empty, and then I stopped at the last page. There is a short one paragraph note at the bottom of the last page. The writing was reversed, so I had to flip the book in order to read it.

[I am no longer strong. My stomach felt very painful as if it was pierced by a sword that had just been heated in flames. I've had trouble sleeping for a week, even three days I haven't slept at all. I can't tell which dreams and what the reality are. My entire senses are completely dysfunctional. My feet are hard to move. Lying down is also very painful. I could only throw my breath away weakly while looking at the beautiful ceiling of the cave. Spelator is not next to me right now, but his master is dying. I gave him the task of making a way out, but he hasn't come back an hour or two ago. If this is my end, I want to be buried like my ancestors. I'll order him to take care of my body when it's back. Damnit damnit! My goal, our goal .. when there is little left. If I can survive a little more, the glory of my homeland will be in my grasp. State ... will ... kem .. ba.]

I put the book to my left, and took the next book. Unlike before, this book contains a full log along the pages of the book. Completely overcrowded and crowded from top to bottom, there was not the slightest room to take a break from reading. So full of it, I find it quite difficult to enjoy reading. But, I did get some important points, such as the food supply record that was only left for the next few days, the Spelator power circuit that was broken, the appearance of hypothermia symptoms, and the appearance of hypothermia, then the story of the author's life before being trapped in the cave and the latest reports about the extent of the process of getting the object called the Sacred Core Tetrahedron. There is one surprising fact about the author, that he was on a mission to search for an ancient artifact. The artifact is believed to restore his collapsed land.

“What exactly?” ask Spelator who still stands firmly in front of his master's grave.

“Our beloved country. The country ... peace is very advanced, filled with happiness and .. the laughter of its inhabitants. My lord said the land always .. gives the best to everyone, even foreigners. The people ... live together with the other Humanoid Machine Units. Although ... only .. is a machine, but humans regard ..we as friends and help each other. We were created .. by humans to help build the best quality of life atmosphere. Our country is a utopia. A ... real paradise.”

I closed the book while the Humanoid Machine Unit was explaining. Kuraba's rough-textured cover, then her gold logo. I looked at every detail of the logo as if trying to find the truth behind the dry gold ink, and all I found was an ordinary logo that I had never seen on any note. The logo is not something special in my eyes, although I believe it is special to the writer, Spelator, or the people of the country that Spelator calls it. I looked up again, looking up at Spelator to read back on the story.

“Tuanku .. explained: A land ... surrounded by impenetrable steel walls. The wall will open its own way. If there is a storm ... the wall will be active and make a cover .. dome to protect the residents. A country ... with four towering towers. The four towers ... symbolize the four powers: The tower in the east symbolizes the people, the tower in the south is an alliance, the tower in the north is a dream, and the last one is … the divine spark in the highest tower in the middle. Third .... towers give each other energy .. periodically to the middle tower. Then ... when the fire in the sky is burning, then .. true happiness has been achieved.”

A country surrounded by steel walls?

“But unfortunately .. not all humans can receive true happiness. No. .. All human beings want to share true happiness. People .... from other countries believe happiness in our country is not something worth celebrating, nor is it worth to exist in this world. Those who dislike, those who reject, those who fear us, those who fear us, the happiness we achieve with our technology become angry and draw their swords at us. They ... hoisted the war flag. The greatest and strongest civilization of the time, besieged. Using .... any means to penetrate .. our walls, even using ... an absurd science called .. magic. In the end, they .. broke through the wall and slaughtered the entire population with fire and sword. Our country ... finally collapsed, subject to the power of a nation .. endowed with a golden light. We ... admitted defeat. No more .... parts of our country are left because everything is scorched by the flames of hatred.”

I can't believe it. This story is similar to the fairy tale my mother used to tell me before going to bed. Is this real? But, mothers always say if the fairy tale is just a fictional fairy tale intended so that children are not greedy for knowledge and do not hate each other just because they do not have what others have. I believe in my mother because the books say the same thing. There is no historical record of the country. Plus the weapons in the fairy tale are said to have a very powerful force that can even cause apocalypse. It was clearly the work of someone who had a high imagination. If weapons existed, the present would seem much different. Maybe there's no future, or maybe I won't even be born. Such a weapon deserves war, and it is not a trivial war. If such a war ever happened, there should be a recording of his record.

I, who was dissolved in thought, turned my eyes from my knees to the Spelator who had not moved since. No matter how I thought that story was just an ordinary fairy tale, there was still nothing that could be used as an excuse for the existence of the living machine. Is Spelator the real evidence of a modern civilization that has been destroyed? Let's just say the story is true and the country does exist, then why didn't you just be honest with me? Are you afraid to talk about the truth? Do you just want to keep my childhood fantasies at bay while keeping my moral values from going in the wrong direction? In that case, giving an original story will not also give a real fear? I guess, mom's just like the storytellers. Change the original story and add your own concoction to make it more attractive and more acceptable to the general public than the original story is more weighty.

“Tuanku .. is the descendant of the citizens who still .. survived and survived in .. shadow hiding. They ... fear and trust no one in the outside world, except .. fellow descendants who are still safe. While avoiding other nations that still harbour fear, they .. have a mission to ..revive their land. The mission ... has been going on for a very long time, even since 500 years ago. Many give up ... and try to start a new life in a foreign world .. for them, but there are also those who still... have a fire spirit to complete the mission, one of which is. My master created me .. with the remaining components and blueprints, then combined with technology. Therefore, I looked different ... than my similar unit in the past. With power ... and makeshift material, I became a rigid unit .. and easily damaged. Even so, I still help my master ... to find an important artifact that stores ..all knowledge information, complete historical records, and ancient science. An object ... is in the form of a yellow triangular crystal named .. The Sacred Core of Tetrahedron.” The Spelator's upper body rotated and his hands pointed in one direction.

My eyes followed in which direction Spelator was pointing. I found an object in question deep within a thick wall of ice. An inverted triangle-shaped object that is the same yellow as Spelator's core. Somehow the story goes it could be in the ice. It is said to hold all the important records regarding the advanced nation. In fact, Spelator's master to death in a place like this, it meant that it was extremely precious to them, more than their lives. If it is both a proof and a life for the developed world, then this is the greatest discovery in the history of mankind. Important relics that hold one civilization. There is no value equivalent to that thing, let alone life. It is not surprising that the sacrifice of the remnants of developed countries is insane.

I stood up and approached the thing. The ice wall that separated me from the object was full of fragments, cracks and ditches, a sign of some sort of attempt to retrieve it with the power of the Spelator. Want how many cracks and ditches but still can not get close to objects that are very far in the ice. Right now, I can't think of a single magic to be able to take that thing without needing to deal a huge impact of damage. There's too much information I could get just because of that apple-sized thing.

In front of my eyes was a priceless treasure. Here, there are records of the last people of a civilization, even bones, a sophisticated machine is still active, and there is a triangular object. This place is a museum, or you could say I stand in a treasure cave. Actually with appropriate words it is difficult to describe my current condition. I can only sigh like a normal human being who realizes the limits of his ability when acting, thinking, concluding, and deciding something that is “more”.

If I were my mother, what would my mother do now?