What kind of destiny was he supposed to have?
As Seiya, he already knew the future, but only a small part of it.
In the distant Age of Myth, Zeus in the heavens, Poseidon in the seas, and Hades in the Underworld all coveted the Earth upon which humanity depended. To protect the weak and powerless, the peace-loving goddess Athena stood forth, waging successive wars against the wicked deities.
As a Saint, he completed his training under the Silver Saint Marin and began his journey home. Then, in the Galaxian Wars, he would meet Shiryu, Hyoga, Shun, and Ikki. The five of them, Bronze Saints, would grow stronger through constant battle, facing the treacherous Pope who sought to usurp the Sanctuary, the sea god Poseidon who wished to flood the Earth, the Underworld king Hades who schemed to bring eternal darkness, and even the Sun God. For the sake of the Earth and humanity, he and his companions would stand up time and time again.
But the scene unfolding before him was completely different from what he had once known on television.
A magnificent wild boar, as massive as a mountain, had suddenly appeared in the sea. It charged ashore with ferocious momentum, smashing through the surrounding buildings one by one. As if realizing something, Seiya turned his head to look at the friend he had so briefly met.
He—or rather, He—wore an expression of resignation.
"It seems our third match will have to wait for another time. It cannot be helped. However, I am still bound by a promise to battle the God King, so I cannot allow myself to be hindered here and return to myth. I shall take my leave for now. I look forward to our next meeting."
The moment the words fell, the young god's figure floated up and flew towards the furious divine beast. Accompanied by thunder and hurricanes, the two completely mismatched figures vanished together amidst the fragmented, crack-filled domain.
About ten minutes later, a panting, red-clad figure finally appeared before Seiya.
Erica Blandelli.
"O knight from a foreign land, please tell me everything you know about the god that has manifested on this island. My name is Erica Blandelli. If you are a knight of learning, you should understand the meaning my name carries."
Although Erica's attitude was polite yet firm, her hand rested inconspicuously on her hip. As a witch who had personally witnessed the Asian youth battle the incarnation of the storm, she was ready to call upon the Lionheart at any moment, should he prove to be a sorcerer who summoned Heretic Gods for nefarious purposes.
"Erica? Wild boar? The youth? Victory? Return to myth!"
The red-dressed Erica's expression grew even more solemn as she watched the young man before her. He was being completely self-absorbed, paying no attention to her question. With each word he muttered, the look on his face changed—from bewilderment to doubt, from shock to a final, unsettling calm. Only his sharp, imposing aura remained, fluctuating wildly.
—Finally, she saw a look of resignation on his face. It was strikingly similar to the one the young god had worn just moments ago, a complex emotion tinged with helplessness.
"I am a Saint of Athena. Don't ask me what a Saint is. I need some peace and quiet."
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"It is because of the 'myths' passed down by humanity since ancient times that they have a concrete form. The essence of heaven, earth, and the stars; the constituent elements of the natural world like earth, wind, water, and fire, or metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—these supernatural forces form the core of their myths, and through them, they manifest. These are gods. This is the hypothesis we magicians have established."
"However, among the manifested gods, some rebel against the 'myth' that is their core. These gods who rebel against 'myth,' we call them—Heretic Gods. They manifest without leave in lands unconnected to their myths and bring calamity. The mere presence of a god's power is enough to bring ill influence upon the mortal world."
Here, in a small cabin in the forests of Olena, a witch wearing only her undergarments brewed a pot of coffee, lounging lazily on her bed.
Within this rustic cabin sat three people: the knight from Milan, the Saint from the land of fairies, and the mistress of this place, an ancient witch who had lived for over a hundred years, Lucretia Zola.
Though she was a witch who had lived for more than a century, her appearance remained that of a woman in her early twenties. Only her current posture was rather unbecoming.
She was a beauty who greeted her guests while wearing only lingerie and lying on a bed. Her nimble eyes exuded an incredible charm, and her long, flaxen hair was just as beautiful.
Then, she lifted her foot and lightly tapped Seiya's thigh. Seiya took the initiative to stand up, accept the coffee with a word of thanks, and then brought Erica's cup to her.
"My lady, this is a grimoire that was in the possession of a young man from the Far East whom I met on my way here. He said that he was following his grandfather's instructions to deliver this supreme grimoire into your hands," Erica said, taking the divine stone tablet from her backpack.
"Oh, how nostalgic. The Prometheus Grimoire. It really is this. It's been a long time... I found this in the depths of the Caucasus Mountains. It has been nearly a century since I last saw it."
The divine artifact known as the Prometheus Grimoire, a top-tier magic tome, was a stone tablet crudely carved with the image of a man bound in chains. The witch Zola gently caressed the rough surface of the tablet, a nostalgic look on her face. But it quickly turned to one of surprise, and she gave Seiya, who was sitting next to Erica, a long, deep look.
Erica noticed the change in Zola's eyes but didn't press for details about any possible connection between the two. After taking a light sip of her coffee, she looked at the ancient witch with a serious expression.
"My lady, may I ask a few questions?" Erica sat up straight and proper.
"There's no need to be so formal. You are Sir Paolo's granddaughter, are you not? I am an old acquaintance of your grandparents. You don't need to be so polite. Just think of me as your dear older sister."
"Did you encounter a Heretic God?" Erica's face was grim.
Though the witch on the bed was alluring, her beautiful form sprawled out enticingly, Erica Blandelli, as a Great Knight, could keenly sense the truth. Her host wasn't deliberately striking this suggestive pose; rather, it was the only pose she could maintain.
Her magical power was nearly on par with that of a mortal, and she was relying solely on the magic previously arranged within the room for defense. For an ancient witch of her high standing, such a state of magical exhaustion was almost impossible. The only explanation was the Heretic God that had appeared on this island.
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