At some point during this process, the image of his mother, who he’d never before seen, appeared on the chair in his room. This woman, who he’d only ever heard about from his father, appeared now before his eyes under the effects of the curse.
♫ Ahhhh ♫
She was singing. Rather than a lullaby to lull a child to sleep, it was more a sorrowful aria lamenting the suffering her child was to experience. This very same song drew him into a world of dreams that were not dreams. Sleep~
—His mother, at the mercy of Ludwig’s curse, held in one hand the book which recorded her future from which she recited, gently, dolefully.
—Enticing, ultramarine Al Kern. (TN: No idea what that term is supposed to be: アル・ケルン)
This was undoubtedly every bit the curse it was called. Having to chant the verses of a poem which told of a past and future from which she could not be saved. This illusion of his mother, who had succumbed to this curse, appeared each time.
It was for this reason that he raced to the side of all those who found themselves trapped helplessly by fate. His days of battle were about to begin once more it seemed.
Forcing open his leaden eyelids, Suimei looked upon the words of the book held by his departed mother.
“—Silence! I’m not going to run any more. I will live on as I should!”
The survivor of a broken country. The young, half-spirit swordswoman, forced to bear the shameful curse laid upon her by the Varied Races: Lefille Gurakis Nosya.
“Shut it! For someone like me, only needed for my ability in battle, this is fine!”
Hatred her eternal companion, the Empire’s human weapon who had immersed herself in the abyss of dark magics: Liliana Zandark.
“—We meet again, Suimei. I’d thought for sure that we’d never see each other again. That’s why, let’s never part again.”
At the mercy of fate and Nureha of Kadath, his friend who had come to be known as the Sword Princess: Kuchiba Hatsumi.
“—Enough with the pretty words! No matter how many times you say such things, happiness will never come!”
The dark green figure, cursed by Ludwig, whom he’d sworn an oath to save: Isrina Coulanges.
“Suimei. Humans and the Mazoku are the same. If both sides are as filthy as this, then I—”
He who had been summoned alongside Suimei, the hero who had turned his back on humanity out of despair. Holy sword in hand, the swordsman of the hidden god: Shana Reiji.
“—It’s been a long time, brat. How’s it been? You any stronger now?”
The world’s strongest swordsman, called to this other world by a forbidden, unplanned summoning: Beowulf Schneider.
“—So this is my enemy?”