Hero’s trial
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Luckily, the trip after the whole Starlight Droplet incident was calm.

I didn't go to Athens right away, instead, I stopped by Thebes. The fanfare was... a bit excessive.

"Monarch! Look over here!!"

"Please step on me!!"

"For Her Majesty!!"

"We love you!"

"I can get your signature?!"

I enjoy the attention and the support, but I can't really stay in one place.

"Apology, but I have a prior appointment, could you all please make way?", I smiled.

The crowd swooned at my smile, they obeyed my authority and split the street for me. My destination was a temple on a hill far from the city, Cadmeia, where Cadmus resides.

I leisurely walked over to that place, even the police made way for me, even offering me a ride there. But I rejected them. Sure, it would be easier but...

The United Nations is watching my every move from the shadow. I won't do anything to the people, but the agents don't know that. They need to ensure the people are safe.

The people of Greece may side with me, the Enemy of Humanity, but the G.O.C chalk it up to idol worshiping more than anything.

Still... I made it to the marble temple in front of me. It has no door, welcoming all who dare to enter.

In this grand temple, I see two aquamarine Dragons, curled around each other. Cadmus, the First Hero of Greece, the Dragonborn and the Master of the Spartoi, and his wife, Harmonia, the Goddess of Harmony.

"Hello, Cadmus, King of Thebes.", I greeted him.

One of them looked up and stared at me, "So you have come, Argent Monarch. Are you here to reclaim your father's weapon?"

"Yes.", I nodded.

My father, Andras Silvi, the man who inherited the bloodline of all Greek heroes. The flow of destiny and fate has given him such luck. Fate Value (Luck), the presence of a person in the grand scheme of this World, was what made it possible.

A weapon he was destined to hold, yet never held in his life. A weapon forged from the finest of alloy, carved by the greatest of craftsmen, tempered in the hottest of Hell, quenched in the deepest part of the ocean and blessed by all the gods of Greece.

Both Dragonborns stepped out of the way, revealing what was in between them - a sword 3 meters in length, stabbed into a rock. 

The blade was 1.5 meters in an ivory white, encased in an intricate pattern akin to filigree in gold— no, not just any gold, Asgardium. The blade was wide, and near the pommel, there were two gemstones, a purple diamond and a white diamond.

The pommel stretched over down into parts of the handle, forming what looked like a heart - making half of the construct like a stretched-out heart, yet still ensuring that I could hold the sword inside that part. The rest of the handle was a kind of black wood, a part in the middle was wrapped in leather, indicating where the user should hold it. The overall construct was 0.75 meters.

And the hilt was like a white fan spread out, decorated using Asgardium in a cage-like pattern. Each column held a shappire in them, eight in total. This was the rest of the length.

This greatsword was forged by the gods of Greece in order to protect the world. But in reality, this is a Construct of the World.

Like Excalibur, like Rhongomyniad, this is a Weapon made by the World. Which means, it has requirements to be able to wield it.

Excalibur judges if the wielder is worthy to rule and lead the people, it can only be wielded by people it deems to be the most capable rulers and strong enough to handle its power.

Rhongomyniad... I don't know actually, since Quirinus is the modified version. But it might have something to do with protection.

This greatsword...

I approached it, feeling its aura emanating from it. It did not reject me; rather, it was inviting me to come further. This weapon represents the World's... humanity. I only came here now despite knowing of its existence because only now do I have the confidence to wield it.

This sword can only be wielded by people who are selfless, strong, and can shoulder the entirety of the World on their backs. 

The Sword of Heroes, Marmyadose.

I grabbed the handle—

 

=0=0=

 

I found myself in a white space. I narrowed my eyes, trying to make sense of where this is.

I was at the temple a moment ago, but this is...

Huh?

I blinked. In front of my eyes was a completely naked young girl, her hair was a silvery white, her stature was frail and she looked weak. She was in a fetal position, sitting down without looking at me.

Oh...

"Hey.", I called out to the girl.

She stared at me, her eyes were glowing an azure blue, and her chest was a... black gemstone.

I touched my chest, it was not there anymore. My birthmark disappeared when I reconstructed my body.

This girl in front of me, was me.

"Who are you?", she tilted her head, her question was void of emotion.

"The Argent Monarch of Humanity.", I sat down beside her.

"That is not a name.", she frowned.

Although her gaze was sharp, it was adorable at the same time. She is cute, I am cute. I chuckled inwardly.

"Then what's yours?", I asked her.

"I don't know.", she shrugged, "I don't remember anything."

Project Darwin... I remember it, the logs. They were testing out what humans can remember after wiping out memories. I had destroyed the facilities and caused many accidents in my rampage when I hadn't awaken the Akasha fully.

They didn't know who I was, what I was. They thought I was a Gem Holder, I believed that for a while too. A life is insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

For an organization specialized in dealing with Eldritch entities and aliens, my life was cheap in their eyes.

They tried their best to appease me, to not turn my ire against them.

In the end, they partially succeeded.

I am the Akasha, the Records of Humanity, how could I hate humanity?

I pat her head, which she tried to avoid.

"Then... Charlotte. How about that?", I smiled.

The girl thought for a moment, then she nodded, "Alright."

"Could you tell me where this is?", I asked her.

"No, but a black thing came in before you walked that way.", she pointed toward the endless white in front of her.

Black thing... there is only one thing I know that can be described like that.

"Thank you.", I stood up, "Would you like to go with me?"

"No, I don't trust someone who isn't willing to give out their identity.", she shook her head.

"Heha...", I chuckled, I am very blunt, after all, "Very well, then see you later, Charlotte."

"I don't know if I can see you later, Argent Monarch.", she said, crossing her arms.

"Take care then... and my name is Charlotte Silvi, the Argent Monarch of Humanity.", and I walked away.

My younger self, huh...

She was a bit dull, though I could see the fire in her eyes. Someone reckless, someone who unconsciously knew Fate was on her side from the beginning.

Yes, that is how I was.

I just know things on a subconscious level.

I am the protagonist of this world, after all.

I closed my eyes, then I opened them again. I was in a desolate world, the sky was yellow and the ground was dark red.

In front of me was a woman with silver hair with streaks of yellow and red in a wolf cut, she wore a fancy uniform in red, decorated with silver chains.

"What is your full name?", I asked.

"Sinclair Apocrypha, the Trailblazer of Evil and Destruction. The one who destroyed the World.", she performed a bow, "It seems like I live rent-free in your head, Charlotte."

A future self of mine.

"Charlotte Silvi, Argent Monarch of Humanity.", I introduced myself.

"Heh, we were always full of ourselves.", she began to walk around me in a circle, her burning red eyes staring at me with interest, "But you accomplished it, congrats for not going crazy and destroying the world."

"I have something not to look forward to, after all.", I shrugged.

"That hurts~", she laughed, "Well, this trial is really something. I never experienced it in my life."

I narrowed my eyes, "You aren't simply a figment of my imagination, are you?"

"Not really, I was just imbued with the knowledge given by Marmyadose.", she shrugged, looking at me with a wicked smile, "But aside from the information, I am the Sinclair you remembered as."

Just like I suspected, this place was made by Marmyadose to test my resolve or something.

I look at Sinclair, I really want to strangle her to death.

"So, what is this trial all about?", I asked her.

"Either to forgive or defeat the shadows haunting you, something like that.", she shrugged, as if she didn't care, "So what will you choose? To kill me or to let me go?"

Sinclair was smiling, as she already knew the answer.

The future I despise, the thing I don't want to happen. A future where I broke down, went crazy, and destroyed the world. I am too prideful to admit and follow that bleak future.

I don't want to see the broken version of myself.

I went in and tackled her down to the ground, my hands squeezed her neck. I locked my eyes with her gleeful stare.

Our breasts touched, ah, mine are bigger than hers. Anyway, I exert as much force as I can but... no matter what, I can't break her neck...

Oh, I see...

In my subconsciousness, I feared Sinclair. For me, she was something I rejected completely. The fear she gave me when we first met... I thought she was superior to me.

But...

"You are me.", she is me.

I took in a deep breath.

"We are the same person. But I am different from you, Sinclair."

You and I are not the same being. A joyful life with a painful ending. I was born in darkness and was nurtured by darkness, I walked into the spotlight by myself.

"For the sake of the world, you were willing to let it die by your hands. For the sake of my chosen future, I am willing to break the world."

I squeeze harder.

"You are a broken future, and I am the correct one..."

I closed my eyes, sighing.

"I deny your existence... so please, die."

Crack!

I snapped her neck, killing that fear of hers in me.

"Good job.", those were her last words.

I opened my eyes again... it was a throne room, one I am familiar with. On top of the throne was me, wearing Solomon and with a silver crown on her head.

"That's my seat.", I stated as I walked up the steps.

"But I am sitting on it.", she tilted her head, "What are you going to do about it?"

Ah, I'm really an annoying prick.

I plopped down on her thighs, sitting on top of her. She seemed to not mind at all, rather, her arms were around my waist, hugging me from behind.

"Hmm... you should really use some perfume.", she mentioned nonchalantly, "We smell good, but there is something missing."

"Expensive perfume?", I asked.

"No... not that, we should smell more... sweet.", she held her hand out, "How about the smell of blueberry?"

"Hmm, that might be too strong, how about roses?", I suggested.

"That might work, making it a bit more subtle.", she proceeded to massage my breasts, squeezing them.

This is a bit different when I do it myself, they are my hands, fondling the same way I do. This feels a bit weird.

"Let's switch.", I spoke, getting up from her lap.

"Fine.", she got up and switched position with me.

I began to fondle her breasts, firm and springy. I move around a lot, after all. Hmm... this feels like, like stress balls.

"Feel any different?", I asked.

"Hmm, it definitely feels weird. But it's alright.", she shrugged.

We play with each other for a few minutes, touching our body parts. Normally, with anyone else, I would've reacted strongly. But this is me, I love myself more than anyone.

Sinclair is also me, but not me at the same time. What's in front of me is really me.

I am only truly comfortable around myself—

Ah, the world shattered.

Huh, the sword might have been uncomfortable with me touching myself, it decided to move on to the next trial.

I was in a white space once again. The guest this time was someone I expected.

A crown of black horns, a figure draped in a robe of darkness, wearing a veil hiding their face.

"Tiamat... no, should I say you are...", I smiled, "Marmyadose, the Sword of Heroes."

They nodded.

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