“Are you two talking about just the two of you?”
"Yes."
Shayne's expression became awkward.
Fortunately, he seems to have decided not to help Elysia anymore and to resurrect the goddess to repent for his sins, but in any case, they were conspirators in harming the goddess.
I was not at all comfortable with having them in the same space.
Just when Shaen was unable to answer, the Crown Prince intervened.
“Please do so.”
“But Your Highness...”
“Isn’t this a situation where the lover’s disappearance is imminent? The Marquis will also need time to calm his mind.”
“Yes, just do whatever you want. Do you know? If Bayen persuades her well, Lady Elysia might repent and atone for her past sins.”
Then Danos also agreed with the Crown Prince's words.
The same was true for Chihara and Netanya.
They seemed to think that, like Bayen, Elysia, too, might have room for repentance.
No, maybe that's what they wanted to believe.
Because they wouldn't want to drag down Elysia, whom they had watched over and loved since birth, with their own hands.
'Yeah, well... I guess it won't be a big problem if you give him some time for the last time.'
When Shayne, who thought so, nodded slightly, Bayen bowed his head in gratitude.
"Thanks."
Then he went into the room alone.
The room was so dark that he couldn't see even an inch ahead of him, but Bayen was able to immediately identify his lover's location.
He stared blankly at his lover, who was leaning back on the sofa and looking at him with red eyes.
The face he saw after a long time looked very pale.
It's been 13 years since the battle with the Saintess ended, and yet she's still in this state.
Of course, the blow was bound to be great, as she caused numerous disasters to confuse the public sentiment while her body was not fully recovered.
It was all Elysia's fault.
But even so, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his lover, and Bayen felt a heavy pain in his chest.
It was at that moment that he silently swallowed a sigh.
“It’s been a while, Janette. You’ve been hiding so well, not a single hair showing... but you’ve come back with a whole bunch of stuff. I sense an unpleasant atmosphere behind the door you came through.”
She frowned and muttered, then stared at Bayen and asked.
“Are you here to kill me?”
Bayen, who had been silent for a moment, soon shook his head.
“I came to persuade you.”
"Persuasion?"
Bayen approached her with heavy steps, knelt down on one knee, and met her gaze.
Then he carefully swept the cold cheek that did not feel even a hint of warmth.
“Elysia, let’s stop. Let’s turn everything back now.”
“...”
“I thought your anger toward your mother was justified. I still think that way. But humans are not without sin.”
“...Janette.”
“All I wanted was for you to be free. And you did too. You already got what you wanted, so let’s stop now, Elysia.”
Bayen pleaded earnestly.
He hopes his beloved lover will not commit any more sins.
He was afraid that if she went any further, her soul would not be at peace even after she died.
But his earnest wish was not fulfilled.
Elysia, who had coldly pushed his hand away, spoke with a consistently expressionless face.
“No, Janette. I had intended to become a god from the beginning. The moment I left that dark and barren underground, I vowed to take everything from Hethel.”
“Elysia, please stay here...”
"Stop!"
A roar burst from Elysia's mouth.
“My name is not Elysia. It’s Ibis. It’s the name you gave me so that I could become the master of my own destiny. But why do you call me that? Why, do you regret it now? For reaching out to me?”
Bayen couldn't bring himself to say no to that question.
To be honest, he regrets it.
That he reached out to her, that he gave her a new name, that he fell in love with her.
Because the collapse of Elysia all started with him.
Even though she had been trapped for thousands of years in an underground world where not a single ray of light could enter, Elysia was safe until then.
She didn't dream in vain, nor did she take countless lives.
Her soul was parched, but not a single trace of sin was upon it.
It was he who ruined her.
Elysia, whom his mother had tried to protect at all costs, was his own.
Obsessed with a sense of justice that isn't even funny.
It was at that time that Bayen was gritting his teeth at the guilt that dug into his heart like a thorn.
"Ha."
Elysia laughed weakly and stared at him with cold eyes.
“You are no different from Hethel, Janette. You once pretended to love me and care for me, but in the end, you abandoned me. In the end, I was abandoned by both of them who gave me my name.”
“Elysia, that’s not it...”
“It doesn’t matter. I won’t rely on anyone anymore. I will soon be the master of the world, and everyone will look up to me. To me, who will be revered by all things in the world, your and Hethel’s affections have no value.”
She seemed to have already made up her mind.
Bayen, who thought there was no more room for persuasion, slowly got up.
“Elysia, you can’t be God.”
"What?"
“Because you don’t have the affection that a god should have. A god is supposed to love and care for his subjects, but you are actually harming them. You don’t even feel the sense of alarm that it is wrong. A person like that is not qualified to be a god.”
At that moment, a spark of lightning flew into Ibis' eyes.
“No, you’re wrong. God is not a being that looks after, but a being that rules. The steadfastness to not just ignore those who oppose him is the virtue that a god must possess. Just like now.”
The darkness that had been hovering around Elysia gathered over her hands.
The moment the darkness containing the master's wrath spread out with great momentum, and was about to cover Bayen.
Bang!
The door slammed open with a loud noise.
At the same time, the room that had been filled with darkness was suddenly bathed in red light.
“This is...!”
Elysia's head turned quickly as the familiar energy penetrated her entire body.
With blurry vision, a man standing blocking the door came into view.
Hair as red as the sun's flare and gray eyes as cold as the moon.
He is the first representative of the Goddess and the judge who judges all good and evil in the world. His name is...
"...Adam.”
Elysia's eyes trembled without stopping as she faced Adam.
'Interest... Adam.'
A little while ago, I was eavesdropping on Bayen and Elysia's conversation outside the door, and upon hearing Elysia's ominous remark, I was about to rush inside.
I had decided to give Bayen time, but now it was time to intervene.
Because Bayen won't be able to harm Elysia with his own hands.
So, just as I was about to turn the doorknob, I suddenly felt something fall from my waist, and a red light started to leak out.
I barely managed to lift my eyelids, which had been closed reflexively, and this sight unfolded before me.
As I was lost in the real Adam that I had first gotten my hands on but had never seen before, Adam declared in a dry voice.
“Elysia. As the first representative and judge of the great Hethel, I will hold you accountable for daring to defy the goddess and disrupt the world.”
At that moment, several red rays of light streamed out from Adam and enveloped Elysia's body.
Chihaea, Netanya, and Danos surrounded Elycsia, who was dragged away without any time to resist and thrown at Adam's feet.
They poured out the divine power they had been holding onto for a long time as if they had been waiting for it at the command of the goddess.
Darkness cannot overcome light.
As if to prove that, Elysia's darkness was unable to catch up.
“Ahh! Stop it, stop it!”
Elysia struggled with all her might, but the more she struggled, the more the divine power of the four relics held her back.
As if trying to purify all the darkness surrounding her.
How much time has passed like that?
Elysia's body collapsed limply.
Her face, stripped of all darkness, was drenched in cold sweat, and dark red blood flowed continuously from the corners of her mouth.
“Elysia!”
"Yes."
Shayne's expression became awkward.
Fortunately, he seems to have decided not to help Elysia anymore and to resurrect the goddess to repent for his sins, but in any case, they were conspirators in harming the goddess.
I was not at all comfortable with having them in the same space.
Just when Shaen was unable to answer, the Crown Prince intervened.
“Please do so.”
“But Your Highness...”
“Isn’t this a situation where the lover’s disappearance is imminent? The Marquis will also need time to calm his mind.”
“Yes, just do whatever you want. Do you know? If Bayen persuades her well, Lady Elysia might repent and atone for her past sins.”
Then Danos also agreed with the Crown Prince's words.
The same was true for Chihara and Netanya.
They seemed to think that, like Bayen, Elysia, too, might have room for repentance.
No, maybe that's what they wanted to believe.
Because they wouldn't want to drag down Elysia, whom they had watched over and loved since birth, with their own hands.
'Yeah, well... I guess it won't be a big problem if you give him some time for the last time.'
When Shayne, who thought so, nodded slightly, Bayen bowed his head in gratitude.
"Thanks."
Then he went into the room alone.
The room was so dark that he couldn't see even an inch ahead of him, but Bayen was able to immediately identify his lover's location.
He stared blankly at his lover, who was leaning back on the sofa and looking at him with red eyes.
The face he saw after a long time looked very pale.
It's been 13 years since the battle with the Saintess ended, and yet she's still in this state.
Of course, the blow was bound to be great, as she caused numerous disasters to confuse the public sentiment while her body was not fully recovered.
It was all Elysia's fault.
But even so, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his lover, and Bayen felt a heavy pain in his chest.
It was at that moment that he silently swallowed a sigh.
“It’s been a while, Janette. You’ve been hiding so well, not a single hair showing... but you’ve come back with a whole bunch of stuff. I sense an unpleasant atmosphere behind the door you came through.”
She frowned and muttered, then stared at Bayen and asked.
“Are you here to kill me?”
Bayen, who had been silent for a moment, soon shook his head.
“I came to persuade you.”
"Persuasion?"
Bayen approached her with heavy steps, knelt down on one knee, and met her gaze.
Then he carefully swept the cold cheek that did not feel even a hint of warmth.
“Elysia, let’s stop. Let’s turn everything back now.”
“...”
“I thought your anger toward your mother was justified. I still think that way. But humans are not without sin.”
“...Janette.”
“All I wanted was for you to be free. And you did too. You already got what you wanted, so let’s stop now, Elysia.”
Bayen pleaded earnestly.
He hopes his beloved lover will not commit any more sins.
He was afraid that if she went any further, her soul would not be at peace even after she died.
But his earnest wish was not fulfilled.
Elysia, who had coldly pushed his hand away, spoke with a consistently expressionless face.
“No, Janette. I had intended to become a god from the beginning. The moment I left that dark and barren underground, I vowed to take everything from Hethel.”
“Elysia, please stay here...”
"Stop!"
A roar burst from Elysia's mouth.
“My name is not Elysia. It’s Ibis. It’s the name you gave me so that I could become the master of my own destiny. But why do you call me that? Why, do you regret it now? For reaching out to me?”
Bayen couldn't bring himself to say no to that question.
To be honest, he regrets it.
That he reached out to her, that he gave her a new name, that he fell in love with her.
Because the collapse of Elysia all started with him.
Even though she had been trapped for thousands of years in an underground world where not a single ray of light could enter, Elysia was safe until then.
She didn't dream in vain, nor did she take countless lives.
Her soul was parched, but not a single trace of sin was upon it.
It was he who ruined her.
Elysia, whom his mother had tried to protect at all costs, was his own.
Obsessed with a sense of justice that isn't even funny.
It was at that time that Bayen was gritting his teeth at the guilt that dug into his heart like a thorn.
"Ha."
Elysia laughed weakly and stared at him with cold eyes.
“You are no different from Hethel, Janette. You once pretended to love me and care for me, but in the end, you abandoned me. In the end, I was abandoned by both of them who gave me my name.”
“Elysia, that’s not it...”
“It doesn’t matter. I won’t rely on anyone anymore. I will soon be the master of the world, and everyone will look up to me. To me, who will be revered by all things in the world, your and Hethel’s affections have no value.”
She seemed to have already made up her mind.
Bayen, who thought there was no more room for persuasion, slowly got up.
“Elysia, you can’t be God.”
"What?"
“Because you don’t have the affection that a god should have. A god is supposed to love and care for his subjects, but you are actually harming them. You don’t even feel the sense of alarm that it is wrong. A person like that is not qualified to be a god.”
At that moment, a spark of lightning flew into Ibis' eyes.
“No, you’re wrong. God is not a being that looks after, but a being that rules. The steadfastness to not just ignore those who oppose him is the virtue that a god must possess. Just like now.”
The darkness that had been hovering around Elysia gathered over her hands.
The moment the darkness containing the master's wrath spread out with great momentum, and was about to cover Bayen.
Bang!
The door slammed open with a loud noise.
At the same time, the room that had been filled with darkness was suddenly bathed in red light.
“This is...!”
Elysia's head turned quickly as the familiar energy penetrated her entire body.
With blurry vision, a man standing blocking the door came into view.
Hair as red as the sun's flare and gray eyes as cold as the moon.
He is the first representative of the Goddess and the judge who judges all good and evil in the world. His name is...
"...Adam.”
Elysia's eyes trembled without stopping as she faced Adam.
***
'Interest... Adam.'
A little while ago, I was eavesdropping on Bayen and Elysia's conversation outside the door, and upon hearing Elysia's ominous remark, I was about to rush inside.
I had decided to give Bayen time, but now it was time to intervene.
Because Bayen won't be able to harm Elysia with his own hands.
So, just as I was about to turn the doorknob, I suddenly felt something fall from my waist, and a red light started to leak out.
I barely managed to lift my eyelids, which had been closed reflexively, and this sight unfolded before me.
As I was lost in the real Adam that I had first gotten my hands on but had never seen before, Adam declared in a dry voice.
“Elysia. As the first representative and judge of the great Hethel, I will hold you accountable for daring to defy the goddess and disrupt the world.”
At that moment, several red rays of light streamed out from Adam and enveloped Elysia's body.
Chihaea, Netanya, and Danos surrounded Elycsia, who was dragged away without any time to resist and thrown at Adam's feet.
They poured out the divine power they had been holding onto for a long time as if they had been waiting for it at the command of the goddess.
Darkness cannot overcome light.
As if to prove that, Elysia's darkness was unable to catch up.
“Ahh! Stop it, stop it!”
Elysia struggled with all her might, but the more she struggled, the more the divine power of the four relics held her back.
As if trying to purify all the darkness surrounding her.
How much time has passed like that?
Elysia's body collapsed limply.
Her face, stripped of all darkness, was drenched in cold sweat, and dark red blood flowed continuously from the corners of her mouth.
“Elysia!”
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