The World's Strongest Faker

Rouse

As the fight between the Empyrean Lord and Demon Lords comes to conclusion. Sol, the Empyrean Lord of the Sun, does what he always does, helping Humankind.

Though not always or necessary, the appearance of the Demon Lords in the Forest of Kuff binds him to do so.

It was not an enemy Humankind can win.

If it was not for the Demon Lords' sudden appearance, Sol wouldn't even bother coming into the forest at all.

He just entered the Forest of Kuff because his students vanished without a trace, which is unfathomable as weak monsters only reside here.

If his students were killed in combat against Goblins or injured, then that's just their fate.

Flying through the sky with eyes peering below, Sol finally arrived in the area where humans and monsters are battling.

Blood and corpses already littered the ground, dying it red. Screams and echoes from both sides indicate the battle is intense.

'This is odd, I haven't seen skeleton monsters before when I got here.'

Sol recalled and then remembered Resya's words.

Those monsters below are the summons of the Demon Lord Resya to hold the humans off from interfering.

Seems as though she summoned a quite formidable foe as royal guards are having time killing them.

Sol retracted his wings and landed on a nearby place of battlefield. He reverts back to his original form and sneakily heads over the field of battle.

Along the way, Sol counted the numbers of the skeletons spearheading in the battle. They numbered over hundreds, outnumbering the human side for over 60 or 70.

As he gets nearer and nearer, the sounds of the metal clashing together, producing sparks, gets clearer and clearer.

Humans are cornered and are pushed to their limits.

Normally, Sol wouldn't interfere as this is just a monster they could defeat. But considering the fact, a Demon Lord summoned them, then that completely changed all things.

Jumping from the tree, over to the battlefield, Sol. No, Cyrus made his entrance.

Soldiers who were in the middle of fighting stopped as they glance dumbfoundedly at Cyrus.

"You…what are you doing here?"

The warrior in the silver armor asked him while slashing the skeleton coming at him.

"I came here to assist," Cyrus said and stomped the ground.

A magic circle appeared below him, shining dazzling as it spread outward.

"Impure demons, who harbors malicious and ill-intent, showing evil in my presence, deconsecrating the land of Almighty, vanished before the holy flames."

Completing his chant, a surge of magical energy burst forth around Cyrus, engulfed in a coruscating column of golden light. Cyrus gathered all of it into a single point and sowed it into the ground.

At the end of the process, a flash of light between Cyrus and the soldiers, who were not very far apart, enveloped everything.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Orbelia were dazed and stunned, dumbfounded as they witnessed powerful magic before them.

It feels warm as if embracing them, all the wounds and injuries they received from fighting the monsters slowly disappeared.

Healing magic? Not exactly, while the radiant light still blocking their sights, a sizzling sound can be heard around.

Skeletons warriors who they were battling, started to disintegrate from bottom to top.

A skill that doesn't affect humans and kills monsters. There's only one explanation to this, the mage used holy magic.

To cast this spell to this extent and degree, how come they don't know him? Powerful mages in the Kingdom of Orbelia are well-known. With just a glance, one can tell their identity. But how come they don't recognize this man?

As the soldiers pondered about the man's identity, one of them identified him.

At the end of the spell, the light vanished and faded. Leaving only the night blanketing the forest.

"You…you're the professor that got suspended from the Academy…right?"

Asked the man in a daze.

Cyrus looked at the man who asked him and smiled. "That's right, I seemed to recognize you as well. But I haven't got your name."

"I'm Asmodeus!" said Asmodeus without hesitation and fell to his one knee. "Tha-thank you for helping my comrades and healing us."

Cyrus glanced at their ranks. Indeed, they looked more normal than before. The exhaustion is nowhere to be seen. However—there are still soldiers on the ground not waking up.

"It's good to see that you're all well, but unfortunately, I wish I could say it to you all."

The soldiers looked around and saw their fallen comrades.

Cyrus cast Consecration he learned from the Empyrean Lord of the Light. Sadly, it can't heal those who have already perished.

Now, onto the next problem.

These valiant soldiers had witnessed a lot of things, from the Sun Prominence, Majestic Sight, and these.

If a word got out telling that he's the one responsible for all of it, his normal life among the mortal world will come to an end.

He can't let that happen! Not now, not in the future.

"Asmodeus, I will cast memory magic to you and to your troops. Altering it so that you won't remember me saving you all." Cyrus said as he approached the kneeling Asmodeus.

"Why sir?!" Asmodeus gazes upward, "You can be credited for saving all of us and can possibly receive a handsome reward from the royal family…"

The thing is I don't want unwanted attention that will disrupt my normal life." replied Cyrus. "Though my words contradict what I just did, it was an exception I made. Why are you on your knees by the way? Do you have any injuries I need to know?"

"No sir…this is just how I express my sincere gratitude and respect to the one who saved me and my men," Asmodeus replied reverently.

"My name is not Sir, it's Cyrus Blake. I should be the one calling you that, Sir Asmodeus. As you held the highest-ranking position of the Royal Guards."

"Is that so? Then let's make a deal, please drop the formalities and talk to each other casually."

"I don't see any problem with it." Cyrus agreed. "So, do you have anything to say to me before I alter your memories? Don't be afraid, I'll just remove the moment of me helping you and your men."

"Uhm…sir—I mean Cyrus, can I ask for a favor?"

"Favor?"

"Please don't erase our memories of you saving us," Asmodeus said in a resolute tone.

Cyrus opened his mouth slightly. "It's risky."

"But sir! Erasing the moment of you saving me and my men can possibly erase the respect I have for you. Please, sir, I want to remember our savior in our times of crisis. If it hadn't been for you, we would be definitely overrun by those monsters. I owe you my life. No, we owe you our lives! So please, I plead to you that you won't cast it to us. I will definitely make sure no one will hear about this. I swear."

Surprised by his resolution, Cyrus heaved a sigh. While listening to his words, he hasn't detected a lie, indicating that he is serious. He can trust his words but for how long? What if the higher-ups demanded an explanation and he was forced to speak about the matter? His normal life will be doomed!

"Asmodeus, I admire your resolution and your respect for me. But there are too many of you. How can you make sure that this won't get out?"

"I will look over them, Sir Cyrus! I swear." Asmodeus glanced over his shoulder and eyed his men. "Right guys?"

"Yes sir!"

"We will not spill it!"

"You can trust us with that!"

Satisfied by their response, Asmodeus faced Cyrus again. "What will it be? If you still want to cast it, I will respect your decision. You can't be too careful these days right?"

Well, seeing their keen eyes pointing at him. Cyrus gave up on the idea.

"Okay fine, I will not do it. Just promise me that you won't tell anyone, you got it?"

The survivors stood tall and resolute, their right hand on their chest orchestrating in unison, "Understood!"

Convinced, Cyrus hopped to another problem. The landscape he destroyed must be fixed.

"Asmodeus, I will do something before I leave."

"Where are you going?"

"Just there." Cyrus pointed. "It's a personal business."

"Very well. Thank you once again for saving us."

After exchanging goodbyes, they parted ways. Cyrus heads back to the place where he fought the Demon Lords.

As expected, the landscape was truly messed up to the point it was unrecognizable.

Cyrus already has one in mind to fix his mess. It's been so many years since the last time they saw each other. But she owes him and promised she'll do anything he wishes in return.

"Time to call her."

He said and grabbed the stone out of his pocket. Crushing it, a pillar of light descended next to him.

—s**t.

Cyrus just made a mistake.

A girl with the beauty of a goddess appeared next to him. She looked flummoxed and her mouth dropped open. She has wavy flaxen hair tied in a twin tail donned in a red sleeveless turtleneck and a short frilly skirt adorned with golden ornamentals.

Other than that, she is carrying a harp and a bow harp. Her cheeks turned red as Cyrus looked at her in surprise.

She may look young and tender but she's part of the Empyrean Lords.

Empyrean Lord of Time, Lady Ciel.

"Ngh…"

"Ngh?"

Ciel fumed in anger, pouting menacingly. "Cyrus no Ahoooo!!" and punched him in the face, sending Cyrus to the ground.

...

Ernest woke up from his slumber, escaping from a weird dream he had just had. Who is Cyrus? Sol? Empyrean Lords? Why does he have these sorts of memories?