I Have Become The Snow Maiden I Created

Translator: Marctempest

Editor/Proofreader: TempWane

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Chapter 27: The Birth of Calamity

The power of the Serpent God was beyond imagination.

I thought I had grasped it fully, but it was not the full force.

Not only myself, but even the Ducal Knights were helplessly pushed back.

At that moment, Quellière appeared, almost like snow.

Anasha was glad to reunite with her, thinking she would never see her again, but she was also worried.

She knew well that Quellière was strong.

However, it was different from the time of the former subordinates.

The Serpent God was a monster fitting the title. It was a fact that I had realized once again.

Quellière was strong and beautiful, but she was human.

Anasha, not knowing her race, thought this.

Even if she was strong, could she really win with such a fragile body?

…But that was a misjudgment.

Whether a god or a human, those who had transcended their limits could not be measured by ordinary standards.

In fact, it almost felt arrogant, but Quellière remained calm and composed throughout.

“Annoying.”

She spoke in a tone that seemed to trample on the Serpent God like a mere worm on the dirt.

The citizens, as well as Anasha and the knights, were astonished.

How dare anyone speak to a god like that?

Even until then, Anasha had expressed concern for her safety.

She did not know who the real monster was.

Then came the magnificent sight.

Breaths, reminiscent of a dragon’s, blew through the snowstorm, and with a spear as thick as the columns of a temple, it pierced the Serpent God’s mouth.

It was like an achievement from mythology.

That was the end of it.

After dominating the city for a long time and spreading despair, the Serpent God’s end was so anticlimactic.

Everyone stared at Quellière in disbelief.

Anasha was the same.

“Are you… really human?”

What was her true identity?

Where had such a woman suddenly appeared from?

She was unlike any human Anasha had ever seen.

Quellière silently stared into the void.

Anasha watched her with awe in her eyes.

“The evil god is dead!”

After a brief silence, someone raised their voice.

That was the catalyst.

The citizens shouted in joy, celebrating their liberation.

“Liberty! It’s liberation!”

“We can return to how we were before!”

The entire city erupted in cheers and fervor.

The citizens, freed from oppression, cried out loud.

Lysithea watched their smiles with mixed feelings.

“…Liberation, huh?”

The god who had tormented her was gone overnight.

Was it really that simple?

No, it certainly was not.

The woman who resembled snow stood in the center of the crisis.

Even though she was at the heart of the matter, because of her sharp presence, no one could approach her.

Even the knights of the ducal mansion stood there, staring in confusion and astonishment.

She was strange.

Dangerous curiosity toward the unknown surged, but she barely managed to avert her eyes.

What was important now was not that.

“Sorab, the god is dead.”

“I know. It seems they have come out as well.”

At his words, she glanced at them.

“What… what is this…!”

“…A god has fallen!”

When did they arrive?

Andak Vion and Vidor Griant froze, their expressions filled with disbelief.

The corrupt patriarchs were gone.

The oppressor was no more, and they had lost their greatest weapon.

“It’s going to get busy.”

“I know that as well.”

The impenetrable barrier had been broken, but there was still a tumor to remove.

At Lysithea’s serious words, Sorab showed the utmost respect.

It had been a tiring time.

Lysithea had lost much and suffered from melancholy and anxiety, but… hatred and resentment had also piled up.

Now, only an all-out war remained.

It would be a fierce fight.

But she would never back down.

“We must reclaim what we have lost.”

She would get rid of the two old fools who had meddled and restore Krase’s position.

Then, Lysithea would finally change Yulistia to a system of family rule.

In fact, three ruling families were not necessary.

“Before that…”

It would be a fight that would not end until one side collapsed.

Before starting the war, she needed to meet with Quellière once more.

Lysithea needed to understand her intentions, so Sorab asked.

“Should we bring her?”

“No, she must be treated as a guest. I will go.”

Lysithea walked toward Quellière, who was staring at the void with strange eyes.

She was still young.

It was natural to be inexperienced.

But even if she became an adult, could she ever become like her?

Despite my doubts, if there was something to learn, it was worth following as guidance.

Though still a young girl… Lysithea was the head of a family.

*

Meanwhile, in the bustling streets and the far shadows of the outskirts.

In a gloomy corner, several people dressed in black robes gathered.

Someone muttered in disbelief.

“The servant of the calamity… has passed away…!”

The scene of the Serpent God’s death.

The final scream echoed endlessly in their minds.

The Dark Cathedral.

In the midst of the silence, a lower-ranking member spoke.

“…It is an urgent matter. Adein, we must report to the high priest.”

At the worried words, the man called Adein opened his eyes. His robe had a peculiar swirl pattern on it.

Adein sank into thought.

“Indeed, it is a serious matter… Is that woman some sort of apostle of the god?”

The situation was progressing smoothly.

For some unknown reason, the Serpent God had invaded the city, so they would simply need to support the judgment of that invasion.

But their joy was short-lived.

It was because of the woman with the pale blue hair.

Her strength, standing at the center of the snowstorm, even made the high-ranking members of the Cathedral shudder.

Could she really have defeated the Serpent God alone?

She was a force to be reckoned with, on par with even the High Priest, surpassing the Seven Apostles.

“But it’s not to the point that we need to trouble the High Priest. Have you forgotten the task that he has taken on?”

“That’s true, but…”

The High Priest’s work was not to be interfered with. It was a task that carried the will of the entire Cathedral.

Though they understood that, their subordinates’ faces remained dark. Such overwhelming power was enough to make even the Black-robed Ones falter.

“Now, change your way of thinking. Why are you only trying to avoid her?”

“Pardon?”

Adein, after some contemplation, came up with another suggestion.

In the darkness, his eyes gleamed.

“Now is the perfect time. While that monster’s power has waned.”

*

I stared blankly into the void.

After the final strike, my mana was depleted, and all the energy in the Catalyst had been consumed, but that was not the problem.

What appeared before my eyes was far more important.

A long time ago, when the Second War of the Four Seasons had just been released, and they asked if I wanted to link my play records.

The last system window I had seen then… was now appearing before me.

“This is…”

It wasn’t inherently a problem.

It was the first system message I had seen since falling into this world, and I could overlook it up to this point.

In stories, the appearance of a message was often a good omen.

However, the content was the problem.

[Trigger condition met.]

[The scenario progresses.]

“What the hell is this…?”

The moment I saw it, a bad hypothesis instinctively came to mind.

Perhaps the Four Seasons War II had begun the moment I became linked to this world.

Why had I been so complacent until now?

It was entirely due to my memories of playing the Four Seasons War.

The belief that the world would remain safe.

But that belief was now shattered, and countless speculations rose to the surface.

Until now, I had thought of this place as a parallel world modeled after the Four Seasons War II.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if it was something entirely different, with its own flow?

“…Damn bastards.”

I didn’t know if it was a single culprit or a group of them.

I resented the heavens.

What kind of nonsense was this—throwing me into a place without any hints and expecting me to figure it out?

Still, I had to figure it out quickly.

Why had this appeared now, of all times?

The guess wasn’t difficult.

“Trigger fulfilled.”

This likely signified the Serpent God’s death.

Whether it referred to the death itself or something tied to the killer, I couldn’t be certain, but it was undeniable.

There was no doubt, given the timing.

But if the scenario was advancing…

What could this mean?

A deep sense of unease welled up inside me.

At that moment, I was gripped by an inexplicable certainty that the world had twisted.

The framework that had once guaranteed safety had collapsed.

The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became.

“I shouldn’t be here…”

I had no idea what might happen.

I was now lost, unsure of anything.

Especially this place, where the Serpent God had died and the message had appeared—this was the very source of unease.

I needed to go somewhere safe.

But there was no place on the continent free from the scenario.

A safe haven in this world… At that moment, the Snowfield came to mind.

“…”

The Snow Castle, where Frike and the Yeti resided, was a pristine paradise.

A sanctuary of peace and tranquility that had allowed me to live for a year without any distractions.

The world called it a demonic realm, where most races couldn’t even approach.

But to me, it felt as comfortable as my own home.

It was, in fact, an optimal environment, offering various benefits.

It was perhaps the safest place on this continent.

At the very least, I needed to be there until I could grasp the situation.

As if entranced, I began to leave when I noticed a presence nearby.

“Miss Quellière, may I have a word with you?”

“…Huh?”

It was Lysithea.

She gazed at me cautiously yet resolutely.

“As the head of the Krase family, I request a private conversation.”

*

The westernmost edge, a land of void and despair.

All that existed there were corruption, sorrow, and the disgrace of foolish humans.

In the “Landfill,” the gravesite of evil gods and the cradle of malevolence, countless grudges swirled.

—Kiiiiik!

Unholy grudges filled the skies, and the ground was the front yard of the dead.

Even on ordinary days, the dead caused commotions, but today they rampaged like madmen.

It was because something had awakened.

【…】

Even though it opened its eyes, it did not move for a long time.

It merely observed the continent in silence.

The Serpent was dead.

The arrangement it had set in place had come to an end.

Hundreds of years earlier than expected.

Curiosity—an emotion it had not felt in a very long time.

Tadadak!

“Oh, oh…!”

A voice reached its ears.

A dead one, racing toward it at a startling speed, gazed upon it.

“You have awakened! Finally! But how? The great plan hasn’t even begun yet…”

It did not remember this figure. Yet there was something peculiar about it.

The being was undoubtedly one of the dead, but its appearance was no different from that of a human.

A robe emblazoned with a crescent moon fluttered.

“O Great One! O Holy Salvation! I remember! I have not forgotten!”

Its hair, left unkempt, flailed wildly.

The frantic gestures and frenzied expressions were unmistakably those of a dead one.

“I remember the sins of the humans! Those who forget are the ones who created me!”

As if consumed by some passion and madness, the dead one babbled incessantly.

It quickly lost interest.

The being was too insignificant to hold its attention.

Once more, it turned its gaze toward the continent.

The Serpent was dead, but it did not matter.

It would have happened eventually, whether sooner or later.

After silently commending the creature for fulfilling its role, it moved on to the next thought.

Who had proven their “potential”?

Who must it “eliminate”?

It scanned its fragmented body, which was spread across the world.

Perhaps it had risen too early.

It lacked sufficient power.

It needed sustenance.

Stirring its long-dormant senses, dulled from eons of slumber, it began to move sluggishly.

A calamity had begun to awaken.