Come on, smile. My Bercheria. As long as this mother breathes, you will have the Tower of Darkness and dry bread.
To Bercheria, her “mother” was her entire world and the only human she could interact with. An abused goddess, a goddess who had lost her power. A goddess who betrayed humans and left...
She thought it was natural. That was how she should be. Until she abandoned the Tower of Darkness and met him.
“I don't care who you are. Help me, Lacrahan.”
***
Bercheria was certain that whatever she became, her life from now on would flow in the completely opposite direction from what she had expected. The end, in a sense.
After her power went out of control, she might just remain a madwoman who had briefly held the power of a god. Perhaps that would be easier.
As she relaxed her body and closed her eyes, an unfamiliar warmth seeped into her waist.
“...”
Her mind, which had drifted off into the distance, returned to reality as if waking from a dream.
“Bercheria.”
The moment his lips uttered her name, Bercheria’s gaze, which had been clouded, cleared. Lacrahan’s power lifted her head, and her vision filled with the solemn gaze of the man before her.
“Don’t give up.”
Lacrahan whispered, pressing his lips between Bercheria’s parted lips.
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