After everything was over, we gathered in the Count's garden.
It was to send Heath's soul.
Heath had shaken off the dark aura that was the trace of the vengeful spirit and returned to his original lovely child, and Netanya held Heath tightly in her arms and did not know how to let go.
“I’m sorry, Heath. I couldn’t protect you because I was weak.”
“No, Mother. All the real power in the family was in the hands of my uncle, so what could Mother do? It’s not your fault.”
“No, it’s all my fault. Not only did I fail to prevent your death, but you became a vengeful spirit and couldn’t leave this world, and I was lost in my sorrow. Where in the world can you find such a pitiful mother? I’m so sorry for being such a bad mother, Heath.”
“Don’t say that, Mother. I was happy to be your son. I’m just sorry that I can’t repay the love you and Father gave me.”
“No, Heath. No.”
Netanya shook his head.
“You have done all you can to be filial to me since you were born. You don’t know how happy your father and I were when you were born. When you babbled, rolled over, started walking, called us mommy and daddy in your clumsy words, sat down in the garden, and made flower rings with your little hands...”
A faint smile appeared on Netanya's lips as she reminisced about the past.
“Every time, we were so happy. We had nothing in the world to wish for. So you have nothing to repay us for.”
Heath smiled broadly at Netanya's words.
“That applies to me too.”
"What?"
“You were more delighted than anything at my birth, watched me babble, roll over, and take my first steps, still remember the day I first called you, and treasured the worthless flower ring I made as a child more than anything else in the world. I was also overflowing with happiness from the love you gave me. So, you don’t have to feel sorry for me for anything. You both gave me the most precious things.”
"Heath..."
Netanya looked at her son with a blank expression.
“I can’t believe it. You’re only four years old, and you’re comforting me with such mature words.”
“I was four years old when I was alive, but if you count the years I spent wandering as a ghost, I'm eleven years old.”
A mischievous smile appeared on Heath's lips.
Netanya's lips, which had been drooping along with him, also faintly drooped.
“I see. You must have been growing while I was out of my mind.”
That smile that seemed like it would break was filled with emotion for her son who continued to grow even after his death, as well as regret for not being able to watch him grow.
Heath quietly hugged Netanya like that.
“Mother. You are an archangel, so you will live for a very long time after I leave, right?”
“That’s right. I can’t die unless Hethel allows it.”
“Then, when I am reincarnated in the distant future, will you come see me?”
“Reincarnation..?”
“Yes. My mother used to say that when a human dies, the body is buried in the ground and rots away, but the soul returns to the embrace of the goddess and prepares to be given a new body. Although I was a vengeful spirit for a while, my soul is not broken yet, so I can be reincarnated, right?”
Netanya nodded vigorously at Heath's words.
“Yes. You can. You will receive Hethel’s grace and be reincarnated under very good conditions. This mother will definitely make it so.”
Heath smiled beautifully again at Netanya's confident voice as if making a promise to herself.
“Then come find me. Then we can meet again and let go of the regrets we have left behind in this life.”
“But Heath...”
Netanya looked slightly embarrassed.
“They say that humans cannot recall memories of their past lives. If those who must live a new life are buried in memories of their past lives, they will not be able to move forward. This is a blessing that Hethel bestows upon new lives. So even if I come to you, you will not recognize me.”
Netanya tapped her son's cheek with a bitter expression, and Heath spoke in a firm voice.
“No. I will remember. No matter how many times I am born again, no matter how many parents I have, I will never forget the love my mother gave me.”
"Heath..."
“I will definitely remember. So please come see me, Mother. Yes?”
Netanya couldn't hold back her tears at the sight of the child desperately asking for answers.
She was just so grateful and touched that her son treated his mother, who was so lacking, so preciously.
So Netanya nodded vigorously, even though she knew that the child's confidence would not be maintained.
“Yes. No matter what you are born I will recognize you, and then we will share the love that we never had as parents and children.”
“Yes, Mother. Please do so.”
Heath added, wiping Netanya's tears affectionately.
“Instead, please don’t cry like this anymore. Don’t blame yourself for not being able to protect me. Just be happy and look forward to the day we meet again. Yes?”
“Yes, Heath. My dear son. I will do so.”
Netanya hugged Heath, trying hard to hold back the tears that were still welling up in her eyes.
How much time has passed like that?
Heath, who had been quietly lying in his mother's arms, slowly came towards me.
“Thank you, Sister. For punishing my uncle for me. For helping me keep my soul from breaking. Thanks to you, I was able to meet my mother without disappearing.”
“Thank you. It’s all thanks to your good nature. Even though you harbor such a great grudge, you don’t fall prey to evil. You’re truly amazing, Heath.”
I gently stroked the child's head.
“Please return safely to the embrace of the goddess, be reincarnated under good conditions, and definitely meet your mother again.”
“Yes! It will definitely happen!”
The child answered with a bright smile, as expected of a child of that age, and hugged Netanya tightly again.
“Then I’ll be off, Mom. Be happy until we meet again.”
“...Yes. Don’t worry about your mom and have a safe trip, my son. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
Heath, who had been blushing and whispering lovingly, let Netanya go.
'I'm leaving now.'
The sight of the child slowly breaking apart under the full moon was both heartbreaking and beautiful.
Just when we couldn't take our eyes off that sight.
“Ugh!”
The child's soul seemed to fly through the air and then crashed down hard in the distance.
"Heath!"
The moment we, surprised by the unexpected situation, were about to rush to Heath, a man wearing a black robe appeared and grabbed Heath by the neck.
“It’s ridiculous that an archangel who was given the mission of protecting a holy relic has sex with a human and gives birth to a child.”
“Could that be...”
“Ibis’s?”
The Crown Prince and I, who instinctively noticed his identity, exchanged urgent glances.
But before they could relax for long, the child's groans of pain echoed throughout the garden.
“Ahh!”
"Heath!"
Netanya, who had become lost in thought, rushed at him without even having time to investigate who her opponent was.
“What are you doing to my child! Can’t you put it down right now?”
But the man stopped Netanya with a simple wave of his hand.
Netanya, who was thrown far away before she could even touch the ground, rushed back without even having time to regroup, but it was no use.
As the man waved his hand, the vines that had been beautifully decorating the exterior walls of the mansion stretched out with a frightening force and bound her.
“What is this...”
Netanya stared blankly at the vines that wrapped around her body.
“This is an ability not given to humans, so how...”
Netanya, who couldn't hide her embarrassment, quickly twisted her body to escape from the vines, but the more she tried, the more the vines tightened their grip on her body.
Netanya's expression hardened seriously.
“Who are you?”
“I am the first servant of Ibis, who will create a new world.”
“I...bis?”
It was the moment when Netanya frowned at the name she heard for the first time.
The vines that had been holding Netanya back broke into pieces and fell limply to the ground.
“She is a woman who has no fear in pretending to be a goddess.”
Chihara, who had come up to her at some point, stared at the man in black robes with cold eyes.
It was to send Heath's soul.
Heath had shaken off the dark aura that was the trace of the vengeful spirit and returned to his original lovely child, and Netanya held Heath tightly in her arms and did not know how to let go.
“I’m sorry, Heath. I couldn’t protect you because I was weak.”
“No, Mother. All the real power in the family was in the hands of my uncle, so what could Mother do? It’s not your fault.”
“No, it’s all my fault. Not only did I fail to prevent your death, but you became a vengeful spirit and couldn’t leave this world, and I was lost in my sorrow. Where in the world can you find such a pitiful mother? I’m so sorry for being such a bad mother, Heath.”
“Don’t say that, Mother. I was happy to be your son. I’m just sorry that I can’t repay the love you and Father gave me.”
“No, Heath. No.”
Netanya shook his head.
“You have done all you can to be filial to me since you were born. You don’t know how happy your father and I were when you were born. When you babbled, rolled over, started walking, called us mommy and daddy in your clumsy words, sat down in the garden, and made flower rings with your little hands...”
A faint smile appeared on Netanya's lips as she reminisced about the past.
“Every time, we were so happy. We had nothing in the world to wish for. So you have nothing to repay us for.”
Heath smiled broadly at Netanya's words.
“That applies to me too.”
"What?"
“You were more delighted than anything at my birth, watched me babble, roll over, and take my first steps, still remember the day I first called you, and treasured the worthless flower ring I made as a child more than anything else in the world. I was also overflowing with happiness from the love you gave me. So, you don’t have to feel sorry for me for anything. You both gave me the most precious things.”
"Heath..."
Netanya looked at her son with a blank expression.
“I can’t believe it. You’re only four years old, and you’re comforting me with such mature words.”
“I was four years old when I was alive, but if you count the years I spent wandering as a ghost, I'm eleven years old.”
A mischievous smile appeared on Heath's lips.
Netanya's lips, which had been drooping along with him, also faintly drooped.
“I see. You must have been growing while I was out of my mind.”
That smile that seemed like it would break was filled with emotion for her son who continued to grow even after his death, as well as regret for not being able to watch him grow.
Heath quietly hugged Netanya like that.
“Mother. You are an archangel, so you will live for a very long time after I leave, right?”
“That’s right. I can’t die unless Hethel allows it.”
“Then, when I am reincarnated in the distant future, will you come see me?”
“Reincarnation..?”
“Yes. My mother used to say that when a human dies, the body is buried in the ground and rots away, but the soul returns to the embrace of the goddess and prepares to be given a new body. Although I was a vengeful spirit for a while, my soul is not broken yet, so I can be reincarnated, right?”
Netanya nodded vigorously at Heath's words.
“Yes. You can. You will receive Hethel’s grace and be reincarnated under very good conditions. This mother will definitely make it so.”
Heath smiled beautifully again at Netanya's confident voice as if making a promise to herself.
“Then come find me. Then we can meet again and let go of the regrets we have left behind in this life.”
“But Heath...”
Netanya looked slightly embarrassed.
“They say that humans cannot recall memories of their past lives. If those who must live a new life are buried in memories of their past lives, they will not be able to move forward. This is a blessing that Hethel bestows upon new lives. So even if I come to you, you will not recognize me.”
Netanya tapped her son's cheek with a bitter expression, and Heath spoke in a firm voice.
“No. I will remember. No matter how many times I am born again, no matter how many parents I have, I will never forget the love my mother gave me.”
"Heath..."
“I will definitely remember. So please come see me, Mother. Yes?”
Netanya couldn't hold back her tears at the sight of the child desperately asking for answers.
She was just so grateful and touched that her son treated his mother, who was so lacking, so preciously.
So Netanya nodded vigorously, even though she knew that the child's confidence would not be maintained.
“Yes. No matter what you are born I will recognize you, and then we will share the love that we never had as parents and children.”
“Yes, Mother. Please do so.”
Heath added, wiping Netanya's tears affectionately.
“Instead, please don’t cry like this anymore. Don’t blame yourself for not being able to protect me. Just be happy and look forward to the day we meet again. Yes?”
“Yes, Heath. My dear son. I will do so.”
Netanya hugged Heath, trying hard to hold back the tears that were still welling up in her eyes.
How much time has passed like that?
Heath, who had been quietly lying in his mother's arms, slowly came towards me.
“Thank you, Sister. For punishing my uncle for me. For helping me keep my soul from breaking. Thanks to you, I was able to meet my mother without disappearing.”
“Thank you. It’s all thanks to your good nature. Even though you harbor such a great grudge, you don’t fall prey to evil. You’re truly amazing, Heath.”
I gently stroked the child's head.
“Please return safely to the embrace of the goddess, be reincarnated under good conditions, and definitely meet your mother again.”
“Yes! It will definitely happen!”
The child answered with a bright smile, as expected of a child of that age, and hugged Netanya tightly again.
“Then I’ll be off, Mom. Be happy until we meet again.”
“...Yes. Don’t worry about your mom and have a safe trip, my son. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
Heath, who had been blushing and whispering lovingly, let Netanya go.
'I'm leaving now.'
The sight of the child slowly breaking apart under the full moon was both heartbreaking and beautiful.
Just when we couldn't take our eyes off that sight.
“Ugh!”
The child's soul seemed to fly through the air and then crashed down hard in the distance.
"Heath!"
The moment we, surprised by the unexpected situation, were about to rush to Heath, a man wearing a black robe appeared and grabbed Heath by the neck.
“It’s ridiculous that an archangel who was given the mission of protecting a holy relic has sex with a human and gives birth to a child.”
“Could that be...”
“Ibis’s?”
The Crown Prince and I, who instinctively noticed his identity, exchanged urgent glances.
But before they could relax for long, the child's groans of pain echoed throughout the garden.
“Ahh!”
"Heath!"
Netanya, who had become lost in thought, rushed at him without even having time to investigate who her opponent was.
“What are you doing to my child! Can’t you put it down right now?”
But the man stopped Netanya with a simple wave of his hand.
Netanya, who was thrown far away before she could even touch the ground, rushed back without even having time to regroup, but it was no use.
As the man waved his hand, the vines that had been beautifully decorating the exterior walls of the mansion stretched out with a frightening force and bound her.
“What is this...”
Netanya stared blankly at the vines that wrapped around her body.
“This is an ability not given to humans, so how...”
Netanya, who couldn't hide her embarrassment, quickly twisted her body to escape from the vines, but the more she tried, the more the vines tightened their grip on her body.
Netanya's expression hardened seriously.
“Who are you?”
“I am the first servant of Ibis, who will create a new world.”
“I...bis?”
It was the moment when Netanya frowned at the name she heard for the first time.
The vines that had been holding Netanya back broke into pieces and fell limply to the ground.
“She is a woman who has no fear in pretending to be a goddess.”
Chihara, who had come up to her at some point, stared at the man in black robes with cold eyes.
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