TCIWTFY - Part 2 Chapter 222

"Di, divinity..."

The high priest of Katzen, who had witnessed the scene from a corner of the altar, suddenly stood up.

It was a scene no different from the one they read about in the Bible, when the goddess drove away the darkness of the beginning.

"It is the power of the Goddess! The Saintess defeats the darkness on behalf of the Goddess!"

He rested his forehead on the shattered ground and bowed his head.

Even if the high priest didn't shout, everyone realized it.

That a true Saintess has finally appeared on this earth.

Everyone present witnessed the goddess's power displayed by Medea.

The pure white power pouring down like a shower and the black vortex covering the sky were torn to pieces by the rays of light.

From Rachel's fall, the manifestation of the Black Magic, and the appearance of the Saintess, now fully revealed, Jason suddenly realized the whole story.

"There is something in this world that can never be turned back: time."

"So, Jason, now you live your time too."

"Did you know what I was going to do? Or did you drag me into this on purpose?"

This grand plan, which he had prepared by giving his all, was ultimately playing into Medea's hands from the beginning.

So that's why you stopped me in such a way that bordered on contempt?

Instead of answering, Medea raised her sword. And step by step, she approached him.

"Jason, have you ever thought about the last moments of Lian and Leah?"

"..."

Jason froze as if he had been struck by a rebellious scale.

Medea laughed at the sight.

"You, who can't even remember that, are going to turn back time."

Medea stared straight into his red eyes.

Jason unconsciously took a step back at the murderous intent reflected in the sparkling green eyes.

"Even if you turn back time hundreds, thousands of times, your original sin cannot be erased, Jason."

Medea's voice was low.

"How can I coexist with the enemy who killed my children and destroyed everything I had?" 

At the same time, Medea raised her sword and stabbed Jason in the chest.

It was a gesture without the slightest hesitation, as if she had been waiting only for this moment.

Jason's eyes widened in despair.

He looked at her with an expression of disbelief.

"Even if I am given dozens or hundreds of lives."

Puuk.

Medea whispered, pushing the sword deeper.

“The answer is the same.”

"De, Medea. Yes, how... did you do it?

A deep sense of betrayal flashed across Jason's eyes.

"I, this ignorant person, was once your lover and husband whom you loved with all your heart."

Betrayal, that was funny.

Despite what he had done, Jason still firmly believed that she would never harm his life.

"Don't you have any memories of the countless hardships we've endured together and the little bit of gratitude you have for those long years? How could you be so cruel to me?!"

Jason gripped the blade with trembling hands.

Tuk, tuk.

Hot blood flowed between his fingers.

But despite Jason's desperate words, Medea just looked down at him calmly.

"I'm glad you finally get to experience the same emotions I felt."

A cold smile spread across her lips.

"Jason, let us put an end to this stubborn feud."

“Oh...!”

His legs gave out, and his body staggered.

At the same time,

Grumble!

The black magic circle exploded with a huge roar.

The magic circle, having lost its caster, lost control and went berserk.

Peereook-

The floor split and cracks opened wide.

***

The crack greedily devoured the monsters. Ear-piercing screams erupted from all directions. People watched in awe. The deafening roar was deafening.

So, they were a little late in recognizing the man's scream, which sounded like an echo.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was Jason.

“It’s hot, it's hot...!”

He writhed in agony as the red-hot iron gouged his flesh. Like Rachel, Jason's limbs were branded. Even his forehead.

[A person who abandons his wife and children.]

People were momentarily puzzled. When had Castillo ever married?

“Aaaahhh!”

A desperate scream was dragged from deep within Jason's throat.

The divine punishment he received for attempting to shatter the Golden Rule was more brutal than any before. Not a drop of blood flowed where the brand pierced his flesh, but a jolt of pain, as if his flesh and bones were being torn apart, tore through his body.

"Mede, Medea...!"

Even in the midst of pain that made his eyes turn white, Jason searched for just one person.

He didn't even care if he survived this ordeal.

Now, Jason, what matters to him is...

"Look, this is the crown you've been longing for. Here..."

He pulled the crown down from his head.

So intense was Jason's obsession that even after the black magic was broken, the crown remained tangible and was still held in his hand.

"Look. It's still here. It's not gone. So there's still hope... There's no way this will boil over."

The hand on which the divine punishment was engraved was trembling as he held out the crown to Medea.

"You wanted it. You wanted this."

A mixture of cowardly tears and pleas.

"I'll give you everything, so please..."

"..."

"Dea. I only need you, Dea. The crown, the power, this time I will give it all to you."

Still not working?

Still, is it unforgivable?

Jason's lips trembled. Medea shook her head.

"I've already taken your crown."

"What are you talking about...?"

She held up the crown.

"It's in my hand. Like this, right here."

The pain that seemed to dig into his marrow had already given him the answer, but Jason tried to ignore it and pleaded.

"Look carefully, Jason."

But a cold, unwavering voice pulled him back to reality.

Jason lowered his head.

Then he looked at the crown he was holding in his hand.

The shining crown was slowly fading away.

"This is..."

It had been a long time since the shine had faded, rust had started to form, and the paint had peeled off in places, making it look unsightly.

"Ah."

A self-deprecating smile escaped his lips.

"Ah, I see, you were right."

Jason bowed his head.

"It wasn't mine anymore."

I realized it at the same time.

All he had was a faded glory that he could not have grasped without Medea giving it to him.

The hand holding the rusty iron was trembling.

“But still, if..."

Jason foolishly thrust the crown in. But at that moment...

"Whoever wants to do it!"

A vicious arm was thrust behind his back.

It was Rachel.

The black magic circle was forcibly broken, and she, who was swallowed as the first sacrifice and was dying, was also vomited out again.

However, it was a tragic sight, with a large amount of life force being taken away by the black magic circle.

The darkness had already encroached upon her face, and if it weren't for her purple eyes and distinctive blond hair, it would have been impossible to recognize her as Rachel.

"You're going to stab me in the back and live comfortably? Aaaah! I can't do that!"

Quack!

She clung to Jason with bloodshot eyes and bit his neck.

"Hey!"

"This crown is mine! No one, no one, can take anything from me!"

And tried to snatch the crown from his hand.

"Even if I die, I will never die alone, aaaah!"

She was pushed straight down by Jason.

Thud.

The recoil from his struggle to shake Rachel off caused his body to crash into the pillar of the statue.

"Huh, huh... huh..."

Jason, clutching the neck that was dripping with blood, saw the torn crack greedily devouring Rachel.

At the same time, he saw.

Two small people swaying beyond the distant horizon.

Walking towards him, holding each other's hands tightly.

"Li, Lian? Leah?

His original sin.

"Ah!"

Jason's hands began to tremble in the air. A primal fear filled his red eyes.

"No, oh, don't come... I was wrong..."

His face aged in an instant, as if time had passed by.

The light disappeared from his eyes, and he repeated the same words in fear.

"Forgive me, oh, please, forgive me..."

At that time.

Thud!

The goddess statue's neck, broken by the impact moments before, struck his head. With its neck snapped, the emaciated body fell limply through the crack.

That was Jason Castullo's last moment in this life.

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