Chapter 245: I Want You To Remember My Name For Eternity (10k)
That was merely the most ordinary, the most unremarkable slash.
There were no fluctuations of magic, nor any earth-shattering, monumental commotion.
The celestial meteor shower that had previously pierced the sky, shaking the entire Prime Material Plane, did not appear this time.
However, as the Golden Holy Sword was swung.
A trace of a subtle ripple slowly spread from the edge of the Golden Sword.
It merged into the surrounding sky and earth, the ocean and mountains.
Then, beneath that ripple.
Some things were permanently changed.
Beneath the resplendent starry night sky, the Golden Elf gazed up at the vast night sky, her light golden beautiful eyes flickering with a faint light.
“Although I’ve known for a long time that you’ve always been a willful and arrogant fellow.”
“I truly never expected you to be so audacious.”
“But—”
As if she sensed something hidden, an unknown truth within the leaping silver flames.
Or perhaps, having made a certain determination.
Heiser closed her eyes slightly, falling silent.
She merely silently felt the small ripples spreading across the Astral Realm and the Material Plane.
Next Moment.
Her left eye, which had been closed until now, slowly opened.
Magnificent colors, along with the scorching silver flames, erupted from her eyes.
Then, that faint, weak ripple.
Was spread to every corner of the Multiverse.
Golden Plains, endless seas, the ice fields of the Far North, the gloomy marshlands…
Within the Prime Material Plane, across infinite regions.
Countless Mythical Creatures felt that their divine bodies, and even the divinity that constituted the very concept of gods, had suddenly become empty.
And then, they began to fall.
An unstoppable, irreversible fall.
This was not directed at materialized things like divine power or flesh and blood.
What was falling with irretrievable speed was the concept of “god” itself.
Boom—
Powerful divine energy fluctuations exploded one after another throughout the Prime Material Plane.
Creating layers upon layers of ripples on forests and plains, seas and high mountains.
Even the Mythical Creatures, who were in a semi-insane state, were now unleashing their divine power and authority, subconsciously trying to stop the uncontrollable descent.
However—
It was useless.
Within ten breaths, the irreversible fall had reached its end.
At this moment, nearly all the Deities found their divine bodies, whether majestic, mysterious, or noble, crumbling.
Then, they manifested their original races.
Demon wolves, griffins, phoenixes, or giants, ancient dragons, elves…
These were all their most primal forms, forms that had not been used for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.
However, when the radiance of divinity faded, and their glorious incarnations disintegrated.
All that remained were these most fundamental forms.
No, at this moment—
It was no longer appropriate to describe these former Mythical Creatures as “them.”
The “Divine Dodge” that Shaya had slashed out was not targeting a single demigod or true god.
Instead, it directly killed the concept and rules of the existence of “god” itself, wherever his sword’s edge reached.
Then, with the help of Heiser’s silver flames.
The new rules were materialized from imagination into reality, appearing in almost all observable Material Planes.
“Gods Not Allowed”
From this moment on, this phrase was no longer an empty boast, but a tangible natural law and principle.
And within the scope of the rules.
All former gods were undergoing the process of being stained by dust—
From god, to human.
From “He,” to “it.”
They were still powerful, unmatched supernatural races.
The moon-howling demon wolves, the griffins whose wings could block out the sky, the giants whose bodies were so vast they rivaled mountains.
This power, originating from their bloodline, their flesh, and accumulated over countless lifespans, would not change in the slightest due to the shift in rules and principles.
But, from this moment on.
Even these former gods, who once resided in the distant heavens, were stripped of their right to look down upon all beings.
They would fall to the earth as ordinary creatures, just like all the beings they once disdained, and bear the same Dao and laws as all mortals.
Like mortals.
Facing the pain of living.
Directly confronting the fear of death.
Becoming beasts that could not sing of life without sacrifice.
And then, along with the myriad mortal beings, sink into the same fate.
This was the epilogue to this final Mythical Era, written by Shaya with “Divine Dodge.”
It was also a multiple-choice question posed by Shaya to these Ancient Gods who had survived from the previous era, written by humans.
Retain the high Status of a god and perish under the new rules rewritten by Divine Dodge.
Or, from being high-above gods, transform back into mortals upon the earth.
And then, in the world that belonged to mortals, face all the sins and punishments of the past.
“Falling into dust.”
“And then, begin anew, not as a god, but as a life within that dust, embracing the mortality within the sunlight?”
“But…”
Western Continent, Southern Region, deep within a dark mountain range.
A crimson figure, surrounded by a river of blood, uttered a dry, silent murmur.
He.
No.
Her former name was the God of Death.
She was also one of the oldest Ancient Gods currently existing.
She had participated in the divine council in the Astral Realm.
As one of the targets affected by “Fantasy Collapse,” the God of Death should have, along with the other Ancient Gods, turned into one of the meteors falling from the night sky.
In fact, she had indeed annihilated over ninety percent of her power during the collapse of fantasy.
However, as the deity who controlled the Authority of Death.
Before she achieved the position of God of Death, in the barbaric era before the Glorious Era, she was a genuine royal phoenix.
Relying on her racial ability as a pure-blooded royal phoenix that could be reborn from flames, and her Authority as the deity governing death, the Goddess of Death, at the cost of sacrificing over ninety percent of her power, escaped her life essence from the endless chain spell of Fantasy Collapse within the Bronze Palace in the starry sky.
Then, using the arrangements previously made on the Western Continent, she completed her resurrection.
However—
At this moment.
Facing the “Divine Dodge” that descended from the starry sky, from which there was no escape and no avoidance.
And, the choice presented by Shaya.
The choice for a god to die, or to become a mortal spirit and face sin and punishment in a new era.
Previously, in the Astral Realm, even if the Death Goddess had to sacrifice nine-tenths of her power to escape, this choice between life and death should have been no challenge for her, and she should have unhesitatingly chosen the path of life.
But now, this original phoenix was silent.
“I can’t go back anymore.”
After an unknown amount of time, she spoke with a dry voice, completely unlike the clear sound that a phoenix should possess.
“Everything belonging to the former princess of the phoenix tribe, that naive and young little phoenix.”
“The past, and all the precious memories with her tribe, and with her parents who were the kings of the tribe.”
“Have all been buried in the grave of the Multiverse through the ages.”
She watched as her body gradually grew dense, crimson feathers.
The mysterious and sinister god of death in the originally bloody river, after being tainted by mortality and falling to the mortal world, transformed back into that magnificent and radiant phoenix.
Along with it, memories that had been abandoned for a long, long time were also awakened.
It was the coming-of-age ceremony held in a sea of forests connected by countless ancient trees, a ceremony unique to the phoenix race.
Under the watchful eyes of her father, the king, and many of her tribesmen.
The young phoenix princess vowed to inherit her father’s throne in the future, to make the phoenix race prosperous and great once more.
She once thought she would strive for this oath made at her coming-of-age ceremony her entire life, and would have no regrets even if she died halfway.
But—
That radiant and dazzling, clear ideal like gold, made amidst the blessings of myriads of tribesmen in the past.
When did I completely forget it?
It’s really… distant, I can’t quite remember anymore.
However, in the final analysis, it’s just a hazy glint of light, a fragment of memory.
The era of Mythical Creatures, and the once prosperous phoenix civilization, have long been buried in the dust of time, and not even a trace will remain.
So she would not choose the path offered by Shaya, the path of embracing mortality and becoming a mortal spirit again.
Because, for the current God of Death.
Ascending to the supreme Throne of Heaven, and advancing further on the boundless stairs to godhood, has become her only obsession, the sole motivation driving her actions.
“Besides this—”
“There is nothing left within this shell called the Goddess of Death.”
Within those ethereal words.
The magnificent crimson feathers slowly faded.
The last phoenix thus turned into scattered dust, completely dissipating into the heavens and the earth.
…
Not only the Goddess of Death.
In the instant of their fall to the earth.
An unknown number of demigods and True Gods, their originally majestic Mythical Creature bodies, all disintegrated and overflowed in an instant.
Then, they transformed into the slowly disappearing, decaying dust in the night sky.
Some, like the Goddess of Death, chose the path of demising while retaining their divine status.
Because even if they were to fall back to mortal spirits, for them, the motivation for mortal beings to cherish and protect no longer existed.
Even if they survived in the end, they would merely be an empty shell, like a walking corpse.
Others, perhaps out of a lingering attachment to life, or perhaps for other reasons, chose the path of survival, falling into dust.
However, the vast majority of them perished amidst the sins and karma they faced after being tainted by mortality.
For the vast majority of the old gods who survived from the Glorious Era.
A lifespan of tens of thousands of years seemed too long.
It wasn’t that a mortal body absolutely couldn’t have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years; Shaya’s actions had already proven the potential contained within a human shell.
But that was a realm that should never have been so easily touched.
Just like an un-forged sword blank, even if the unformed embryo contained infinite potential, without countless tempering, it would ultimately just be worthless common iron.
Hundreds of tempering.
Countless days and nights of exploration and contemplation, tossing and turning.
A forged iron heart of the soul in the boundless darkness.
Only then, after countless failures, could one touch the realm beyond the constraints of one’s own race.
This was the radiance called miracle, called hero, that only the outstanding ones standing above millions of creatures could possess.
And it was the original meaning of the word “Legend.”
The path of legend relied on no external substances.
Every one who achieved the status of legend, who surpassed the constraints of their own race, walked their own unique path, a miracle that even gods could not replicate.
They were all living epics.
But, for those gods, this kind of day and night of seeking and tempering seemed meaningless.
They only needed to accept the gift of divinity, harvest faith from the countless weak,
And they could effortlessly, naturally, possess lifespans measured in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years, and almost infinite authority.
They did not need trials on the edge of life and death, nor did they need to seek and strive tirelessly day and night in difficult darkness.
They could grow simply by breathing, and by accepting the faith power of their believers, they could become stronger without shackles and without effort.
Perhaps these gods, as special beings capable of becoming gods, were also outstanding individuals who emerged from millions of creatures before becoming gods, possessing the possibility of reaching the pinnacle even without relying on faith and divinity.
But, undoubtedly.
When they chose to embrace divinity, abandoning that difficult path and instead choosing the simpler great path to heaven, this possibility was lost.
And all the gifts of fate had long been priced in secret.
As the price for the shortcut on this great path to heaven.
Upon shedding their divinity and becoming human again,
The long lifespans these Mythical Creatures had experienced now transformed into an immeasurably heavy, unbearable sin and punishment, causing them to experience an entire mortal life in an instant.
Aging, decay, until annihilation.
Only a very small number of deities who never fully embraced divinity from the very beginning were able to withstand the test of sin.
Then, they became mortal beings.
In a brand new world, they began a new life.
…
The light of the stars was gathering.
Countless deities who either actively chose oblivion during “Divine Dodge” or perished for failing to embrace mortality had their divinity stripped away, and all fragments of their authority were also confiscated.
Every ray of starlight was a masterless shard of divinity or authority.
Every ray of radiance was enough to allow a peak individual, who had been trapped at the pinnacle of legend for a long time, to completely break free from their constraints, embark on the Path to Godhood, and become a true demigod.
And at this very moment.
In the starry sky, the starlight encircling the black-haired, black-eyed youth.
It was not merely ten rays, nor a hundred rays.
But a full thousand rays, ten thousand rays.
Then, they condensed.
Myriad lights were converging.
Finally.
Tens of millions of masterless divine sparks, myriad fiery starlights.
Between Shaya’s fingers, they condensed and solidified into tangible entities.
It was a chess piece, as if made of crystal, and also an incredibly dazzling—
“Star Chalice.”
Against the backdrop of the pitch-black cosmic deep space, it appeared incredibly brilliant, incredibly dazzling.
…
For a time.
Countless gazes were fixed on the center of the Sea of Stars, on the fingers of the black-haired, black-eyed youth slightly raised, on that dazzling Star Chalice.
At this moment.
Whether it was the human legends on the Western Continent, within the newly formed Tower of Absolute Darkness, and in the various human kingdoms, who were qualified to sense the movements of the Astral Realm.
Or the former deities who had just bid farewell to their divine status and completed their mortal embodiment.
Looking at the dazzling Star Chalice in Shaya’s hand, heavy breaths rose one after another.
Everyone understood with absolute clarity what this Star Chalice signified.
Currently, although there were still some deities hiding in the Astral Realm, compared to the Mythical Creatures that had fallen, the number of these survivors could only be described as negligible.
It was the divinity and authority fragments, completely masterless, precipitated from nearly ninety percent of the Mythical Creatures after their fall.
This was an immense divine power that a single individual should never have obtained.
The last individual to possess such a quantity of divinity and authority—
Its name was the Creator of the Glorious Era, or in other words, the Sun God.
Or, to put it more directly.
This Star Chalice represented the Throne of Heaven itself.
Merely by obtaining it, it meant supremacy, eternal immortality.
Surpassing all existing Ancient Gods, all humans, all heroes from time immemorial.
Ascending to the highest point reachable by all creatures since the Multiverse was born.
Filling the “Throne of Heaven,” which had been vacant for thousands of years.
Even the old gods who had undergone mortal embodiment, or the pure-blooded humans studying arcane arts in the Black Tower…
At the moment the Star Chalice appeared, they too could not help but cast longing gazes towards it.
No creature did not crave to possess that dreamlike Star Chalice.
Because for any powerhouse who had touched the realm of Legend, who was qualified to sense the current dynamics in the Astral Realm—
To become stronger, to touch higher realms, to become supreme above all creatures.
Such a thought was the very source that drove them forward.
However—
At this moment.
No matter how desperately their hearts cried out, wanting to seize the Star Chalice and ascend to the supreme Throne of Heaven.
The instinctual fear of death, existing within their mortal bodies, prevented them from daring to move even an inch.
Because, the human youth beside the Star Chalice.
If anyone was qualified to become the master of the Star Chalice, and also the master of the Throne of Heaven in the new era.
Then, it could only be this human who had ended the Age of Gods.
…
[You have acquired a new Historical Legend Status]
[Historical Legend Status—”Undertaker of the Age of Gods”]
[Owner: Shaya Egut]
[Territory: First Era/Prime Material Plane]
[Rarity: Gold]
[Throughout the long history of human civilization, there exists the radiance of countless heroes.
However, among these many brilliant heroes, only those who became the turning point of human history, established reason, and completed the “Star Exploration” are qualified to be bestowed the title of “Starfarer.”
The existence of each “Starfarer” represents a significant rewriting of human history, or rather, if they had not existed, human history would have taken a completely different branch.
These are beings who stand at the pinnacle of human civilization, the most brilliant even among the myriad heroes of all time.
However, if one were to rank among the “Starfarers,” there are also the most magnificent among them, whose brilliance is so exceptional that any hero who rewrites history cannot reach them.
If it were not for your existence, this mythological era, which has already entered its final chapter, might have lingered for thousands, tens of thousands of years.
Your arrival signaled the “Funeral of the Age of Gods” for the angels and deities.
This is a feat that surpasses all kings and heroes from time immemorial, the most noble merit.]
In Shaya’s mind, the new Historical Legend Status was sparkling, presenting a magnificent crimson gold.
And all of this was not yet the end.
[The one who personally bid farewell to the gods, buried the Age of Gods, and lit the fire of civilization.]
[Such an achievement, even after ten thousand years, across several eras, shines brilliantly, unmatched.]
[History never forgets heroes.]
[And what manifests before you now is the reward and gift for a great hero who has rewritten history.]
[ “Star Chalice” ]
[This is the dreamlike object pursued by all deities, yearned for above all else.]
[And even for humans who do not pursue divinity, the “Star Chalice,” as the convergence of myriad rules and laws, also represents the crystallization of miracles.]
[It is an omnipotent wish-granter that can fulfill any wish and end all calamities.]
[Only the great beings who ascend to the pinnacle of an entire era are qualified to manifest the Star Chalice.]
[No one stands in the heavens from the very beginning.]
[Whether human or deity, it is the same.]
[And now, this dreamlike miracle lies before your eyes.]
[As the victor, go forth and accept this spoil of war that originally belonged to you—]
[Then, fill the vacancy of the Throne of Heaven.]
[Henceforth, stand above the heavens.]
…
Crimson gold, magnificent text, was thus engraved in Shaya’s mind.
Shaya looked at the dreamlike, dazzling Star Chalice before his eyes.
He felt the desire and tremor deep within his heart, gradually spreading and occupying his entire mind.
Just as the brilliant characters described.
No creature would not yearn for the Star Cup before them.
For those mythical creatures of the past, hunting divinity and achieving higher divine thrones had become the sole driving force behind their actions; beyond that, their magnificent divine bodies were already empty.
And even for humans who were not gods, the Star Cup, as an aggregation of myriad rules and authorities, was a miraculous object that could fulfill all wishes.
As long as one was human, there would be various desires in their heart, regrets to be mended, and things to pursue.
Using the omnipotent Miracle Cup to soothe all wounds, mend all regrets, and turn all unsatisfied fantasies into reality was a yearning that arose in everyone’s heart.
Even Shaya was no exception.
If he could truly be without regret, desire, or greed in his heart, then he would not be a human of flesh and blood, but a saint.
Shaya never believed he had such high aspirations.
But—
“An omnipotent wish-granting machine.”
“This term just doesn’t sound very auspicious.”
Shaya then slightly extended his hand.
And then, in the center of the Astral Realm, at the point where countless solemn gazes converged, he grasped the brilliant and dreamlike Star Cup.
The next moment, he suddenly spoke.
“I’ve been wondering how you would appear before me.”
Shaya uttered a silent murmur, unknown to anyone.
“It seems I was right to expect you here.”
Following this.
Using the dreamlike Star Cup as a medium.
Shaya’s mental power began to rise without limit.
The flowing time transformed into a hazy river of time, rushing endlessly before his eyes.
Some of the most ancient Holy Relics, such as Isadorella’s Star Holy Sword, or Augustina’s Hourglass of Time, could interfere with the long river of time within certain, albeit constrained, limits.
And if Holy Relics could do it.
Then it also meant that, beyond Holy Relics, beings who had reached a certain critical height might also be able to do similar things.
However, for Shaya, this had always seemed too distant, too impractical.
Despite traversing numerous eras and different Historical Echoes, he had never encountered a truly powerful being capable of interfering with time.
Legends could not, Thrones could not, and even those Evil Gods lingering in the Astral Realm could not.
Even in this mythical era, among the gods walking the earth, only special cases like the Quicksilver Snake, who could directly perceive the Wheel of Fate, could perceive the past and future, the concept of time itself.
Other deities, even powerful Ancient Gods like the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Abundance, or the remnant soul of the Sun God that Shaya encountered on the Lost Island, were not qualified to meddle in the domains of time and fate.
And at this very moment—
With the help of the Holy Sword, the Holy Spear, and Heiser’s “Magic Goddess’s Secret Fire.”
After completely bringing an end to this mythical era.
Under the temporary power of the Star Cup, Shaya had finally reached this point.
The flow of time, the flow of fate…
In his eyes, they were no longer ethereal concepts but tangible phenomena that could be perceived.
Along with this.
Shaya also detected.
That tiny anomaly, which had been hidden within his fate and time all along.
“Then, it’s time to settle this.”
“Regarding my—”
“Truth of Everything.”
The long river of fate began to虚化.
Enveloping Shaya’s spirit, it ascended towards the endless heights above the flowing time—heights that did not belong to any region of the Prime Material Plane.
Shaya walked in the river woven by time and fate, moving upstream step by step.
This was a boundary where there was no matter, no space.
Even the concept of time itself became incredibly blurred.
And Shaya’s destination in this retrograde journey was his origin.
The “Place of Origin” of the individual named “Shaya Egut.”
However, at this very moment.
Shaya’s thoughts stirred slightly.
An item that had been imprinted with his mental power, which he had gifted away long ago, and the mental body sealed within it for a long time.
It was suddenly triggered.
“Solun?”
…
The Fourth Era, Dawn Holy See.
The Grand Cathedral of Dawn.
In the magnificent room, the black-haired Saintess gently put down the book in her hand.
This exquisite novel was published by the Royal Publishing House of the Freista Empire, titled “The War of the Three Kingdoms,” detailing an epic heroism of three nations progressing from a tripartite division to unification.
It was the best-selling novel from the Empire’s Royal Publishing House in recent months, and even outside the Empire, within the Holy Court of Frenescia, the capital of the Holy Divine Kingdom, it was well-received by many followers.
And under the author’s name, a name was written in gilded script.
“Shaya Egut.”
This was a name known to everyone on the Western Continent today.
The fiancé of the Empire’s new Empress.
His own experiences were even more convoluted and bizarre than the novels he wrote.
As a result, even within the Holy Court of the Dawn Holy See, Solun would occasionally hear clergy members discussing the legendary youth.
Solun closed the book in her hand and placed it on the tidy bookshelf in the room.
Then, she leaned back.
Allowing herself to fall lightly onto the soft bedding in the room belonging to the Saintess of Dawn.
Her pitch-black hair spread across the white bedding like a waterfall.
“It’s been a full 303 days since we last met in the City of Knowledge.”
“In these more than three hundred days, he seems to have done many more earth-shattering things.”
“When I first knew you, the people who remembered your name could be counted on the fingers of one hand…”
“But in just ten years, your name has become famous throughout the world, known to everyone.”
Solun looked up at the familiar and magnificent ceiling of the cathedral, lost in thought for a long time.
After a long while, she snapped her fingers.
A small silver-white sphere appeared with the sound of Solun’s snap.
It spun lightly in mid-air with a gentle rumble, and then, with a soft click, it expanded.
It transformed into a vast, azure light screen suspended mid-air.
Within the light screen, dense lines of text, accompanied by an image of the black-haired youth, slowly materialized.
There was the scene of the youth firmly refusing the engagement proposed by the Borgia Family during their dinner, shielding the blonde-haired maiden beside him as a legendary-tier Rose Emperor descended from the sky, depicted in silhouette.
There was also the scene in Freista Imperial Capital, where numerous demigod Evil Gods descended, and the fiery red sword energy of “Flowing Blade Like Fire” blazed across the pitch-black sky, reducing everything to ashes.
…
All of this was information about Shaya that Solun had collected through various channels.
Some came from the Holy Knights of the Dawn Holy See, while others were from intelligence channels Solun secretly controlled.
The images manifested within the light screen contained text, pictures, and even clear footage captured by onlookers using recording crystals.
Solun stared blankly at the azure light screen in mid-air.
The youth’s heroic figure was reflected in her beautiful eyes.
The light and shadow flickered, yet they felt so unattainable.
“If only the person you shielded behind you in the recording crystal,”
“was me…”
“How wonderful that would be.”
The Saintess of Dawn’s faint murmur dissipated into the evening breeze blowing through the Xia Hua Grand Cathedral, unheard by anyone.
*Ding—*
A crisp metallic notification sound pulled Solun back to reality from her reverie.
She gently raised her gaze and glanced into her arms at the communication crystal emitting a blinding red light.
The next instant.
“Finally, it’s here.”
In the Saintess of Dawn’s beautiful eyes, all the flickering confusion, unease, and the timidity unique to a maiden vanished in that moment.
The ripples of her thoughts were calmed.
With immense willpower, beyond imagination, she sealed away all the surging emotions and confusion in her heart.
In their place, only resolve remained.
This was intelligence transmitted by a mechanical messenger Solun had secretly placed within the extraordinary organization “Golden Dawn.”
And the illumination of this signal.
Meant that the matter Solun had been waiting for for a long time was finally about to happen.
Leaving the youth’s side.
Even her best, and perhaps only, friend Aerora… began to view her as a traitor who had abandoned Shaya for better prospects after she chose to enter the Holy Court alone instead of accompanying Shaya to the Imperial Capital, and her attitude towards Solun became quite cold.
For a full ten years, Solun’s letters to Aerora had never received a reply from her close friend.
Even though she repeatedly gathered information about the youth through intelligence channels, mechanical apostles, and scouts, she could only gaze at his every expression and mood on the screen.
Only during occasional leisure time could she briefly hear his voice through the magic communication device.
Even the long-awaited reunion in the City of Knowledge, Lokiia, was merely a brief, fleeting moment of intimacy that lasted for a few days.
All of this—
It wasn’t because Solun was truly so infatuated with her status and position as the Saintess of Dawn.
In fact, it was quite the opposite.
As the Saintess, being showered with adoration by the entire Holy See and its believers, it seemed glorious.
However, for Solun, this life, which appeared resplendent in the eyes of outsiders, walking a path bathed in flowers, applause, cheers, and glory…
Actually, it was far less memorable than the time spent living together with three people crammed into a small, dilapidated, cheap rental house in the City of Knowledge, Lokiia, by Shaya’s side.
Poverty, hardship.
Yet, it was fulfilling and satisfying.
And the reason Solun remained here…
On countless dark nights without stars, during moments of waking from a midnight dream, with immense willpower, suppressing her longing for Shaya and the urge to go meet him immediately.
Was all to await this moment.
“Perhaps, that is just my own presumption, a conjecture I made arbitrarily.”
“Perhaps everything I’ve done is meaningless to you…”
“After all, you are always so composed, so nonchalant; any risk has long since been controlled by you in the shadows.”
“Even if something unexpected happens, I believe you can calmly and safely resolve it.”
“But, I must do this.”
Solun gently raised her hand and cast one last look at a small photo frame on the bookshelf behind her.
Beside the frame was placed an old and simple teddy bear, looking somewhat out of place with the ornate decorations of the Dawn Holy See surrounding it.
Within that narrow, coarse, somewhat worn photo frame.
Two young girls were looking curiously at the lens, making a V-sign, smiling brightly.
Behind them, a handsome boy was sandwiched between them, smiling somewhat helplessly.
It was a group photo of Solun, Aerora, and Shaya.
It was recorded using recording magic by a bone demon named Little Death, under the command of Shaya’s teacher, a mysterious Golden Elf.
And that somewhat bald teddy bear was Shaya’s birthday gift to Solun…
Solun picked up the small photo frame and the slightly bald teddy bear from the bookshelf and carefully gathered them into her arms.
Immediately, with the crisp sound of mechanical gears operating.
Everything in this residence exclusive to the Saintess of Dawn, whether it were the books of novels written by Shaya Egut, or the recording light screens about Shaya, or the movable dolls that bore a striking resemblance to the youth.
All were systematically and automatically gathered amidst the crisp sounds of machinery, and finally stored in a small sub-dimension controlled by Solun herself.
These were Solun’s collections.
And, in the maiden’s heart, treasures she was unwilling to share with anyone, only for her to possess.
Solun was unsure if she would be able to return to this room after this departure, so she decided to take all these things she didn’t want others to know with her.
As the cherished items disappeared into the rift of the sub-dimension.
The last trace of timidity in Solun’s eyes also vanished.
Only unvoiced last words remained, scattering in the evening breeze that brushed past the Xia Hua Grand Cathedral.
“I know… in your heart, I will probably never compare to Little Ai’s status.”
“So—”
“Only this way.”
“Can I make you remember my name, for all eternity.”
