Zeeta and the Wizarding World
Rise up
The Ansuz rune is a rune capable of manipulating memories. These runes were used by the giants to communicate with each other. Communication itself is not only a form of exchanging dialogue or other similar things, but communication is also meaningful to "speak" or "speak".
With this rune, a Giant is able to manipulate the memories of its target to have a single goal with it and make the target his side.
For example, if a Giant wants to bewitch a dead tree in order to come back to life, it will enter those memories—seeing which "memory" made it die, then changing the "memory" it becomes a new part. In other words, the tree was reincarnated by the Giant.
Another example, a glimmer of fire could be a blazing fire if a Giant could properly control his Ansuz Rune. Fire has its own "memory" to be hot, bright, protective, or fangs, etc. A Giant can manipulate the "memory" so that it becomes a partner who helps him.
The usefulness of the Ansuz Rune was basically extremely powerful. Therefore, the Giants who can wear it, show that it is not a Giant that can be underestimated.
If so, the Human, who should NEVER be able to wear Rune, instead messed up the world with Rune Ansuz, was he also as strong as imagined...?
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Titania's already seen Ozy's recollection summary. From the earliest point of the— when Ozy and his mother, Jeanne, were children, continued at the point of his encounter with Clarissa, to the point where he trained Zeeta using Rune.
"Don't be too happy first, Uncle Ozy," said Titania, who was flexing her body. "Mother has trained me, but I still don't know what to do or am I really capable of doing what you expect of me!"
"Well!" Ozy is happy because of Titania's arrogance that can still be ruled out. He also smiled wryly. "High confidence that's what you need! Titania, you will be the first Giant to bring back hope to the world!"
"Bringing back hope? What's that supposed?"
As Ozy explains what Titania should do, at the same time....
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Elbrecht had brought an important man in his native land. One of the descendants of the Orsted War Dragon and the Schrutz Forging Dragon was in a cave surrounded by piles of gold in various forms. Coins, bars, jewelry, etc.
"It's time you opened those eyes!" squeak Elbrecht.
The man—Arata Akihiro— opened his eyes. "Ngh...." He's delirious. "What ...? Where's this...?" his eyes then found a Dragon who was looking at him sharply.
Arata was amazed by his scales. The scales were silver and scarlet red. The horns, he guessed, seemed to be one of the greatest pride of the Dragon. It looked sturdy, strong, and sharp, with a yellowish-white glitter. His eyes are yellow.
"Until when are you gonna keep looking at me like that?!" elbrecht.
Arata. "Pardon me, oh Great Dragon!" he immediately changed his back position with a prostration position.
Elbrecht frowned at it
"I don't like being glorified like that. Well, leave that aside, more importantly, is that hand you can move?"
Arata was confused by that question. Later, he recalls that his right arm broke off due to the "Zeeta" attack".
"Collaborated...?" batin Arata, glanced at his arm that he thought had broken it. "Ap—?!" he immediately gasped, upon discovering that the arm had turned into a scaly hand with sharp black claws.
"The power that is in your body is what allows such a thing to happen. Now, your hand is much stronger than your rubber-like Human arm."
"But...how...?"
"Man," call Elbrecht. Arata immediately looked up at his head.
"Do you hate dragons?"
Arata seemed to be stung by the question. "What ... do you mean...?" he immediately lowered his head, clutching his hand.
"Carlou and Fafnir were my countrymen, but they had killed my parents, rather, a plot."
"Your parents...?" Arata recalls his memory. Those "killing" words, as if he had just heard a moment ago.
Arata remember.
He remembered that he seemed to be brought to a memory of someone—two Dragons who fought each other's arguments—Carlou and Fafnir. In his argument, Fafnir mentions he has helped Carlou to emphasize Orsted and Schrutz.
"Do you want revenge? To me who has their powers?"
"Revenge? What's for?"
"Eh...?" Arata looked up at his head again.
"I speak to you four-eyes like this, in the house where my family used to live, to ask and condense the strength that almost built up in your body."
Arata gulped his saliva. "Please explain in more detail!"
"Before that, man, I want you to answer my question."
"W-what's that...?"
"Say you're involved in a war.
"In that war, you found an old friend of yours who turned out to side with your opponent. Whereas in the past, you grew up, practiced sparring, and ran the days almost always together.
"However, that friend took your sister hostage and forced you to kill your parents if you wanted your sister released.
"If you were in such a situation, who would you save?"
"If it were me ...." Arata dissolved in his mind.
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"If it were me, I'd kill my friend."
"Why? He's your precious friend."
"That's right. But my own brother spoke to me once. 'Other times, don't let others instigate your decision and don't let that decision make you regret'.
"I never knew before that Mr. Carlou only looked at me as one of his tools and he was one of the people who masterminded my mother's death.
"When, my sister had once reminded me that the two figures endanger the land— endanger my family.
"However, I cannot deny that both are important to me. Lord Carlou trained me, while father was my role model. At least ... before he turned into a tyrant.
"If my mom was by my side, I'm sure things would be different. Therefore, if I am in a war, I know who my priority is!"
Arata says all of that with a steady outlook as well as a confident tone.
Elbrecht closed his eyes for a moment.
"Wrong."
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"E-uh...?"
"WAR WON'T GIVE YOU TIME TO THINK!"
Auman Elbrecht threw Arata several meters away.
"Based on the Man who knows only peace! Feel the anger of the Dragons in your body!"
As soon as Elbrecht said it, Arata suddenly coughed bloodily, his breathing disordered.
"W-what...? What's wrong with my answer...?!
"In addition ... My body suddenly...!"
"War is the worst reality in the world! You will lose everything you have, whether you like it or not!
"War isn't as gentle, 'I can kill my friends to save my family'!
"My question is, 'WHO will you save'?!
"You will be forced to face the harsh reality, where your hopes are always dashed in plain sight!
"The truth isn't as beautiful as 'all my family will definitely save'!"
Arata was bluffing his teeth. "Shut that mouth!"
Elbrecht saw Arata's eyes turn into Dragon's eyes, where the cornea is in the form of a tapered line.
"The hope is there to be realized, whether as bitter as the journey!
"Highing up hope is a form of strength!
"Killing that old friend is also a harsh reality!
"I know and realize that everything is not going to be as easy as I say....
"BUT STILL!!!
"If it were for the sake of protecting the smile of my loved ones, even if it meant that I was the one who was hurt, I would stand at the very front and lead them to a new path despite all these harsh realities!
"This may be just my ideal, but that's what I want to achieve, with this power that I have!"
Elbrecht closed his eyes.
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"Dad. forgive me...."
The figure of the young Elbrecht was weeping bitterly under Yggdrasil. In front of him was a Dragon with scarlet red scales in its entirety.
"Don't regret your decision, my son!"
Elbrecht.
"I don't remember educating you to be a crybaby like this! You still have a figure to protect and you can't show him this weakness!"
"But, I've...."
"Elbrecht...." The Dragon's gaze, Orsted, began to dim. "Please promise me, my son...." Blood continues to pour from his left abdomen that is hollow. "Please promise me that after this, you and Myra are living each other's ways.
"The Dragons conspired to do this to us.
"For that reason ....
"Stay straight on our obligations from the beginning—protect Yggdrasil. Do that ...in your own way, and be proud of it.
"If not ... Orsted and Schrutz will be. di...."
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Elbrecht smiled. "Congratulations," he said.
Arata was again confused.
"The "high moral is one of the foundations of the victory of war.
"Now, I just have to ask my sister to forge a armor that can balance the power of the Dragon and your Human body." Elbrecht was about to flap his wings.
"Tu-wait a minute!" arata screams, "what's really going on here...?"
Elbrecht cringed. "You didn't realize it?"
"What?"
"The Dragons have admitted you. That means...."
Arata gasps and stumbles. "My strength ... rise...?!"