Episode 112. From Two to One
The world was under the feet of the Supreme Being.
He lived with that feeling for a very long time.
If nothing could meet his standards, if no being could impress him, life itself would become hell.
That was Graham's life.
Perhaps this was why he, born from a rift in the universe, was imbued with the power of creation, of all things.
Because he felt he could endure this tedious time only by creating toys.
He lived with the pride of being superior to all things.
And indeed, he was.
And that pride soon gave way to a profound sense of loss.
Unable to love anything, he became as empty as the very space itself.
Nothing was worthy of respect, nothing awe, nothing evoked affection.
Everything was insignificant.
To him, the other gods, unable to properly perform even the simplest of tasks, seemed foolish and foolish.
Then, one day, after becoming close to Adkins, his world was turned upside down.
He wasn't frivolous or unkind like the other gods. He wasn't stupid or incompetent.
Graham still remembered the shock he'd felt when Adkins had mimicked his creative powers and demonstrated them before his eyes.
Adkins wasn't imitating his abilities.
He was complementing his weaknesses and highlighting his strengths, creating even better ones.
That was something Graham had never imagined.
"You can't give up."
He was the one god Graham couldn't mess with.
A being capable of mimicking all abilities, capable of becoming anything.
"Adkins, wake up. You can't become human. Absolutely not."
He could pretend to be human, but he couldn't truly become one.
Graham had tricked Adkins into believing he was fully human.
But he knew it would soon be revealed.
"We have to kill Bercheria before Adkins realizes it,"
The Supreme Being muttered, crouching alone in the gray void of nothingness.
“I can do it this time. I can do it.”
His eyes were dilated with a frightening rage, as if they were about to pop out.
“I have to kill her quickly before he regains his last memory. Quickly.”
Adkins is mine. Mine.
Graham kept whispering.
“Adkins was mine from the beginning.”
“Yesterday, I drank the wine Wyatt gave me and met the Supreme Being.”
Lacrahan sat Bercheria down in the middle of the green grass.
The clean air created here would travel through the empty space, rising upwards to seep into the earth.
It would then filter through the trees above and spread out into the world.
The place where the two of them were was where the purest, clearest air would last.
Just a few breaths cleared their minds, and it had the effect of purifying them into an even purer, clearer state.
“What did the Supreme Being say?”
Lacrahan gripped Bercheria’s hand tightly.
The pulse of blood pulsing beneath his palm seemed to remind him that this moment was not a dream, but reality.
“What the Supreme Being says doesn’t matter.”
Lacrahan pulled Bercheria towards him.
“Focus only on me now, Bercheria.”
A short breath escaped her lips as he kissed her cheek.
Lacrahan hugged her small body and whispered in her ear,
“You decided to enjoy today without any interruptions, right?”
He reminded her of something she had momentarily forgotten, lost in the surrounding scenery.
Bercheria relaxed her tense body without realizing it and wrapped her hand around his back.
Heat blossomed between their touching bodies.
“Lacrahan.”
He let out a strange sound, neither a reply nor an exclamation, and kissed Bercheria’s neck.
Her shoulders trembled at the sensation of his unusually hot lips.
The breath of the trees, growing in awe, was humid, and perhaps because of this, she felt Lacrahan’s every movement particularly keenly.
“Ah.”
Bercheria grabbed his thick shoulder and tilted his neck back, where his breath rested.
Then, in the revealed field of vision, trees with magnificent branches and fruit were seen.
It was as if they were alive, observing the two of them.
Moreover, the branches seemed to be gathering particularly densely toward this place.
“La, Lacrahan.”
When Bercheria tried to push his shoulder away, Lacrahan stretched out his arm, entangling her body even more tightly around him.
“It feels like the tree is watching us.”
Lacrahan smiled lightly and raised his head to kiss Bercheria.
The worried voice was sucked into him.
“Don’t worry.”
Lacrahan laid Bercheria down on the grass.
As the nameless grass and weeds gently supported her body, Bercheria finally understood the reason for her embarrassment.
Spending time with Lacrahan in this space, not in a closed space, was unfamiliar.
The air on their bodies, the open space, he and she embracing each other as one.
“Lacrahan.”
“I told you, it’s okay.”
Lacrahan soothed Bercheria with a slightly anxious voice.
His face, leaning against her, was breathtakingly captivating as he gazed down at her.
“I’ve been waiting for the right moment to give you this.”
He gazed down at Bercheria with a gentle gaze, then took something out of his pocket and unfolded it before her.
The two rings, connected by a single link, looked familiar.
“Is this the ring, the Promise of Twilight?”
Bercheria reached out and took it.
“Yes. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
The world was under the feet of the Supreme Being.
He lived with that feeling for a very long time.
If nothing could meet his standards, if no being could impress him, life itself would become hell.
That was Graham's life.
Perhaps this was why he, born from a rift in the universe, was imbued with the power of creation, of all things.
Because he felt he could endure this tedious time only by creating toys.
He lived with the pride of being superior to all things.
And indeed, he was.
And that pride soon gave way to a profound sense of loss.
Unable to love anything, he became as empty as the very space itself.
Nothing was worthy of respect, nothing awe, nothing evoked affection.
Everything was insignificant.
To him, the other gods, unable to properly perform even the simplest of tasks, seemed foolish and foolish.
Then, one day, after becoming close to Adkins, his world was turned upside down.
He wasn't frivolous or unkind like the other gods. He wasn't stupid or incompetent.
Graham still remembered the shock he'd felt when Adkins had mimicked his creative powers and demonstrated them before his eyes.
Adkins wasn't imitating his abilities.
He was complementing his weaknesses and highlighting his strengths, creating even better ones.
That was something Graham had never imagined.
"You can't give up."
He was the one god Graham couldn't mess with.
A being capable of mimicking all abilities, capable of becoming anything.
"Adkins, wake up. You can't become human. Absolutely not."
He could pretend to be human, but he couldn't truly become one.
Graham had tricked Adkins into believing he was fully human.
But he knew it would soon be revealed.
"We have to kill Bercheria before Adkins realizes it,"
The Supreme Being muttered, crouching alone in the gray void of nothingness.
“I can do it this time. I can do it.”
His eyes were dilated with a frightening rage, as if they were about to pop out.
“I have to kill her quickly before he regains his last memory. Quickly.”
Adkins is mine. Mine.
Graham kept whispering.
“Adkins was mine from the beginning.”
***
“Yesterday, I drank the wine Wyatt gave me and met the Supreme Being.”
Lacrahan sat Bercheria down in the middle of the green grass.
The clean air created here would travel through the empty space, rising upwards to seep into the earth.
It would then filter through the trees above and spread out into the world.
The place where the two of them were was where the purest, clearest air would last.
Just a few breaths cleared their minds, and it had the effect of purifying them into an even purer, clearer state.
“What did the Supreme Being say?”
Lacrahan gripped Bercheria’s hand tightly.
The pulse of blood pulsing beneath his palm seemed to remind him that this moment was not a dream, but reality.
“What the Supreme Being says doesn’t matter.”
Lacrahan pulled Bercheria towards him.
“Focus only on me now, Bercheria.”
A short breath escaped her lips as he kissed her cheek.
Lacrahan hugged her small body and whispered in her ear,
“You decided to enjoy today without any interruptions, right?”
He reminded her of something she had momentarily forgotten, lost in the surrounding scenery.
Bercheria relaxed her tense body without realizing it and wrapped her hand around his back.
Heat blossomed between their touching bodies.
“Lacrahan.”
He let out a strange sound, neither a reply nor an exclamation, and kissed Bercheria’s neck.
Her shoulders trembled at the sensation of his unusually hot lips.
The breath of the trees, growing in awe, was humid, and perhaps because of this, she felt Lacrahan’s every movement particularly keenly.
“Ah.”
Bercheria grabbed his thick shoulder and tilted his neck back, where his breath rested.
Then, in the revealed field of vision, trees with magnificent branches and fruit were seen.
It was as if they were alive, observing the two of them.
Moreover, the branches seemed to be gathering particularly densely toward this place.
“La, Lacrahan.”
When Bercheria tried to push his shoulder away, Lacrahan stretched out his arm, entangling her body even more tightly around him.
“It feels like the tree is watching us.”
Lacrahan smiled lightly and raised his head to kiss Bercheria.
The worried voice was sucked into him.
“Don’t worry.”
Lacrahan laid Bercheria down on the grass.
As the nameless grass and weeds gently supported her body, Bercheria finally understood the reason for her embarrassment.
Spending time with Lacrahan in this space, not in a closed space, was unfamiliar.
The air on their bodies, the open space, he and she embracing each other as one.
“Lacrahan.”
“I told you, it’s okay.”
Lacrahan soothed Bercheria with a slightly anxious voice.
His face, leaning against her, was breathtakingly captivating as he gazed down at her.
“I’ve been waiting for the right moment to give you this.”
He gazed down at Bercheria with a gentle gaze, then took something out of his pocket and unfolded it before her.
The two rings, connected by a single link, looked familiar.
“Is this the ring, the Promise of Twilight?”
Bercheria reached out and took it.
“Yes. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“It really has been a long time.”
It was the thing she had asked him to create, a token of love so they would never be separated.
But after that, the two were pursued by the Supreme Being, and he sealed their memories and hid them in a border village.
And then, a very long time had passed.
“I found it in Lawrence’s room. She must have used it to bring Kelita and me together.”
Bercheria smiled bitterly as she remembered Kelita struggling and being dragged away.
“Princess Kelita will probably never return.”
“Even that must be her life.”
Lacrahan took Bercheria’s hand, which held the Twilight Ring, in his large hand and kissed it.
“This ring belongs to you alone.”
Lacrahan slid an arm around her slender waist and kissed Bercheria’s lips.
Every skin he touched trembled and became sensitive.
Lacrahan pressed Bercheria down with his heavy body and bit her lips even harder.
He stroked her soft skin, his small, fragile hand reaching out to pull out the ring inside. He placed one ring in Bercheria’s palm and pulled on the larger of the two, and the ring, which seemed inseparable, came apart with ease.
Lacrahan slipped the cold ring into Bercheria’s trembling hand and pressed his body tightly against hers, leaving no space between them.
“Lacrahan.”
Bercheria’s body arched gently at his movement.
Everything about her clung to him as if in tune with his will.
“After a long time, the ring has finally found its owner.”
When Lacrahan handed Bercheria the remaining ring, she, in turn, placed it on Lacrahan's fourth finger.
"The rest have found their owners."
Lacrahan smiled and intertwined his fingers with Bercheria's. He lowered his shoulders and brought their lips together again, their eyes deepening.
"Now we have daytime."
Bercheria took up his low, resonant voice.
"And nighttime."
It was the thing she had asked him to create, a token of love so they would never be separated.
But after that, the two were pursued by the Supreme Being, and he sealed their memories and hid them in a border village.
And then, a very long time had passed.
“I found it in Lawrence’s room. She must have used it to bring Kelita and me together.”
Bercheria smiled bitterly as she remembered Kelita struggling and being dragged away.
“Princess Kelita will probably never return.”
“Even that must be her life.”
Lacrahan took Bercheria’s hand, which held the Twilight Ring, in his large hand and kissed it.
“This ring belongs to you alone.”
Lacrahan slid an arm around her slender waist and kissed Bercheria’s lips.
Every skin he touched trembled and became sensitive.
Lacrahan pressed Bercheria down with his heavy body and bit her lips even harder.
He stroked her soft skin, his small, fragile hand reaching out to pull out the ring inside. He placed one ring in Bercheria’s palm and pulled on the larger of the two, and the ring, which seemed inseparable, came apart with ease.
Lacrahan slipped the cold ring into Bercheria’s trembling hand and pressed his body tightly against hers, leaving no space between them.
“Lacrahan.”
Bercheria’s body arched gently at his movement.
Everything about her clung to him as if in tune with his will.
“After a long time, the ring has finally found its owner.”
When Lacrahan handed Bercheria the remaining ring, she, in turn, placed it on Lacrahan's fourth finger.
"The rest have found their owners."
Lacrahan smiled and intertwined his fingers with Bercheria's. He lowered his shoulders and brought their lips together again, their eyes deepening.
"Now we have daytime."
Bercheria took up his low, resonant voice.
"And nighttime."
"Even in sadness."
"Even in joy."
"Yes. That's right."
Lacrahan brushed his lips against Bercheria's cheekbone.
"You are my wife forever, Bercheria."
Then he ran his hand through her voluminous hair and kissed her deeply.
He felt her insides with meticulous care, as if he were experiencing the act for the first time.
He kissed her again and again, as if stopping would cause trouble.
Time passed unusually slowly between them, and the heat of their contact grew so intense it seemed as if it would melt everything.
The ring known as the Twilight Promise gleamed on Bercheria's finger, which held Lacrahan's back tightly.
She completely forgot the thought of the trees observing them, the worry that they might be searching for the two missing from the imperial court, and even the interference of the Supreme Being.
At this moment, Bercheria's mind was completely filled with Lacrahan.
“Where are you!”
Gerard started throwing everything in Lacrahan’s room like a madman.
Behind him, Dylan froze, his face veiled in exhaustion.
“Find Bercheria! Now!”
This time, it was definitely within his grasp.
All he had to do was grab it.
But when he ran over joyfully, both Bercheria and Lacrahan were gone.
“You crazy bastards. Did you think I’d just sit still?”
Gerard grumbled and picked up the nightstand next to the bed and hurled it against the wall.
“Prepare for war! We’re going north!”
Now it was doom and gloom.
Dylan spoke calmly from behind the frantic Gerard.
“But Your Majesty, we don’t have enough Locusts to wage war right now. We don’t even have enough mana to maintain the portal while the Royal Guards pass through.”
“What?”
Dylan waited, his head bowed, allowing Gerard to absorb the situation.
In short, there weren't enough magic stones to keep the soldiers from losing their minds when passing through the portal, and there wasn't enough mana to get them all the way to the north.
"How dare you say you're lacking in front of me!"
Gerard ran to Dylan and grabbed him by the collar, and shook him.
"What am I lacking? What am I lacking? If you don't have it, you should create it and do as you say!"
Dylan was flailing wildly with his eyes closed, following Gerard's wavering direction.
"If there's no mana, why don't you just bring Groovy and grind him in, or kill him!"
Gerard's eyes were filled with madness.
"Without the Locust, whether they go crazy or not, just put them all in! What if some of those idiots disappear? Is that okay?"
The guardsmen's eyes wavered at those words.
"What do I care if they die or not! You punk!"
Gerard raised his hand to slap Dylan in the face.
"Huk!"
The air around him suddenly disappeared, and a sudden, suffocating pressure washed over Gerard.
“What, what!”
Startled, he looked around and saw a large man in gray standing there, staring at him calmly.
“You, what are you! ”
Gerard instinctively felt fear and shouted, and the gray man smiled and replied,
“Supreme Being.”
“...What?”
He looked at Gerard, who had a blank expression, and added in an infinitely kind voice,
“I came to help you, you fool.”
He looked Gerard up and down, then frowned and added,
“...You insignificant human.”
Lacrahan brushed his lips against Bercheria's cheekbone.
"You are my wife forever, Bercheria."
Then he ran his hand through her voluminous hair and kissed her deeply.
He felt her insides with meticulous care, as if he were experiencing the act for the first time.
He kissed her again and again, as if stopping would cause trouble.
Time passed unusually slowly between them, and the heat of their contact grew so intense it seemed as if it would melt everything.
The ring known as the Twilight Promise gleamed on Bercheria's finger, which held Lacrahan's back tightly.
She completely forgot the thought of the trees observing them, the worry that they might be searching for the two missing from the imperial court, and even the interference of the Supreme Being.
At this moment, Bercheria's mind was completely filled with Lacrahan.
***
“Where are you!”
Gerard started throwing everything in Lacrahan’s room like a madman.
Behind him, Dylan froze, his face veiled in exhaustion.
“Find Bercheria! Now!”
This time, it was definitely within his grasp.
All he had to do was grab it.
But when he ran over joyfully, both Bercheria and Lacrahan were gone.
“You crazy bastards. Did you think I’d just sit still?”
Gerard grumbled and picked up the nightstand next to the bed and hurled it against the wall.
“Prepare for war! We’re going north!”
Now it was doom and gloom.
Dylan spoke calmly from behind the frantic Gerard.
“But Your Majesty, we don’t have enough Locusts to wage war right now. We don’t even have enough mana to maintain the portal while the Royal Guards pass through.”
“What?”
Dylan waited, his head bowed, allowing Gerard to absorb the situation.
In short, there weren't enough magic stones to keep the soldiers from losing their minds when passing through the portal, and there wasn't enough mana to get them all the way to the north.
"How dare you say you're lacking in front of me!"
Gerard ran to Dylan and grabbed him by the collar, and shook him.
"What am I lacking? What am I lacking? If you don't have it, you should create it and do as you say!"
Dylan was flailing wildly with his eyes closed, following Gerard's wavering direction.
"If there's no mana, why don't you just bring Groovy and grind him in, or kill him!"
Gerard's eyes were filled with madness.
"Without the Locust, whether they go crazy or not, just put them all in! What if some of those idiots disappear? Is that okay?"
The guardsmen's eyes wavered at those words.
"What do I care if they die or not! You punk!"
Gerard raised his hand to slap Dylan in the face.
"Huk!"
The air around him suddenly disappeared, and a sudden, suffocating pressure washed over Gerard.
“What, what!”
Startled, he looked around and saw a large man in gray standing there, staring at him calmly.
“You, what are you! ”
Gerard instinctively felt fear and shouted, and the gray man smiled and replied,
“Supreme Being.”
“...What?”
He looked at Gerard, who had a blank expression, and added in an infinitely kind voice,
“I came to help you, you fool.”
He looked Gerard up and down, then frowned and added,
“...You insignificant human.”
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