Episode 121. Things I Want to Show You
Lacrahan captured every moment of Bercheria rushing into his arms, without missing a single moment.
Hair swaying in the wind, flushed cheeks. Sparkling golden eyes, even the light bounce of her feet from the floor.
How long had he waited to see this sight?
Even when he gave up the name of God for Bercheria, even when he erased all his memories.
Lacrahan never once doubted that this day would never come.
No matter how many times, or how many times, he had to repeat his endless life, he believed that it would end with Bercheria.
And that moment was right before his eyes.
“Lacrahan.”
The moment he heard her voice, his eyes, previously frozen in numbness, widened sweetly.
“Bercheria.”
Lacrahan wrapped his arms around her as she flew into his arms. Only after holding Bercheria in his arms was he able to breathe a sigh of satisfaction.
A laugh, like sunlight shattering grains of sand, erupted from the woman buried in his chest.
Lacrahan added, as if exhaling deeply,
"It's over now."
Bercheria's head gently shook up and down.
When the movement ended, Lacrahan noticed a slight trembling in his body.
It was the aftereffect of having expended all his power to transform the absolute god into a human.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Everyone, Lacrahan would have been wary of fighting, had he disappeared.
"I can't believe there's no one in the way."
"Yes."
As if they had made a pact, the two looked around simultaneously.
Silhouettes of people caught in the confusion could be seen between the densely growing trees.
Unable to adapt to the sudden situation, they were huddled together, chattering loudly.
Lacrahan glanced at Wyatt, who was leaning nearby.
As soon as their eyes met, Wyatt nodded reassuringly and began to clear the area with the Knights.
Wyatt approached the Supreme Being first.
He seemed to consider that his greatest task.
Even Wyatt, who had never lost a battle in terms of size, could not help but cower before the Supreme Being.
He called the nearby knights and hoisted him onto his back.
Even as his feet dragged against the floor, the Supreme Being didn't even close his eyes, as if in a trance.
Bercheria, who had been quietly watching, asked in a voice filled with pity,
"Should the Supreme Being live as a human now?"
Even in this situation, Bercheria's voice was filled with sympathy for the Supreme Being.
Lacrahan didn't find this foolish, but rather found it typical of her.
"Well, at least until he reflects on his sins."
How long that would take was uncertain.
Either way, the Supreme Being would ultimately pay the price for his arrogance.
He was incapable of taking responsibility for all of these creations in the first place.
The power to create life had not been born within him.
"Graham called himself the Supreme Being, but that power wasn't his from the beginning. It was accidentally absorbed into him through a rift in the universe."
Knowing this, the gods weren't complacent about their power.
They knew that if they used it for evil, they would have to repay it for an indefinite period of time, like Dipper.
The Supreme Being was no different.
They knew the future that would come if they tampered with human free will, so they couldn't interfere carelessly.
But he, calling himself the Supreme Being, was mired in pride, unable to break free. He ignored the fact that the price for abusing his power would one day come back to haunt him.
"Lacrahan."
Bercheria looked around Wyatt.
Before she knew it, the royal guards were scrambling to assist the northern knights.
Lacrahan and Bercheria locked eyes and smiled.
"You're reconciling quickly."
"Because there's no one there to interfere either."
The trees that had grown near them leaned in, obscuring Lacrahan and Bercheria with their small branches.
The loud noise faded, and clean air melted between them.
"Whew."
Lacrahan let out a long breath and buried his head in Bercheria's neck.
Bercheria, who would normally have accepted it quietly, pulled back and escaped his embrace.
"...?"
Startled by the unexpected turn of events, he stared intently. The thick eyelashes that had been staring up at Lacrahan blinked, then lowered, then rose again.
“Why?”
He asked affectionately, brushing back the stray hairs from Bercheria’s forehead with his long fingers.
This time, Bercheria took a step back from Lacrahan.
His eyebrows rose in question.
Bercheria, too, was staring at Lacrahan narrowly.
“What’s wrong?”
As Lacrahan strode closer, she grabbed his arm and lifted it up.
“Since when have you been like this?”
His hand, suspended in midair, trembled slightly.
“It’s nothing.”
Lacrahan tried to pull his hand away, but Bercheria held him firmly.
She had never seen him tremble or show anxiety before.
He was always a calm and composed man.
“Is it because you used too much force? Or because I pulled these out...”
“Neither.”
Lacrahan forcibly pulled his hand away and intertwined his fingers with Bercheria's.
"It's because I can't handle the strength. I've adapted to the human body for a long time."
"Is that true?"
"Yes."
Bercheria continued to study him with a worried face, as if she didn't believe Lacrahan's words.
"If you don't believe me, should I show you?"
As Lacrahan raised his hand, the sound of fluttering wings was heard somewhere in the sky.
Soon, the screams of those who had discovered Muha were heard, and the trees that had been hiding the two disappeared. Lacrahan wrapped his arms around Bercheria's waist and lifted her up. He then whispered in her ear.
"It's true that the portals are connected by a single force."
He remembered reading the records left by the first Adkins in the library.
He was the first child Lacrahan adopted when he was a god.
A black-haired child born with the properties of ice.
Lacrahan took the child in, bestowed upon him the name of the Adkins family, and bound him to himself through a chain of reincarnation.
Soon after, he married a beautiful wife and became the founder of the current Adkins family.
From then on, Lacrahan continued to reincarnate as an Adkins.
While he was born into his next life with immediate memory loss, he retained his identity.
"There's a journal left by the first portal creator. According to it, all the portals in Periat have probably collapsed by now."
"The part that Emperor Gerard was most proud of has disappeared."
"From now on, everything will disappear and be rebuilt."
The two of them took a moment to reflect on the changes in Periat.
He was the lord of the north, part of the Periat Empire, and Bercheria was the guardian deity of this land.
Neither of them could be free from Periat, no matter who became the Emperor here.
“Lacrahan.”
Bercheria held his arm tightly.
When Lacrahan turned his head to follow her gaze,
“...?”
A person he could never have imagined was walking in the middle of the desert, in a miserable state.
His movements were so insignificant, like dust, that even Bercheria and Lacrahan could discern them only because they possessed the eyes of a god that transcended humanity.
“Please let Muha go for a moment.”
At Bercheria’s suggestion, Lacrahan had no choice but to whisper in Muha’s ear.
“He’s an uninvited guest, so there’s no need to be kind to him.”
Of course, it was a language Bercheria couldn’t understand.
Lacrahan captured every moment of Bercheria rushing into his arms, without missing a single moment.
Hair swaying in the wind, flushed cheeks. Sparkling golden eyes, even the light bounce of her feet from the floor.
How long had he waited to see this sight?
Even when he gave up the name of God for Bercheria, even when he erased all his memories.
Lacrahan never once doubted that this day would never come.
No matter how many times, or how many times, he had to repeat his endless life, he believed that it would end with Bercheria.
And that moment was right before his eyes.
“Lacrahan.”
The moment he heard her voice, his eyes, previously frozen in numbness, widened sweetly.
“Bercheria.”
Lacrahan wrapped his arms around her as she flew into his arms. Only after holding Bercheria in his arms was he able to breathe a sigh of satisfaction.
A laugh, like sunlight shattering grains of sand, erupted from the woman buried in his chest.
Lacrahan added, as if exhaling deeply,
"It's over now."
Bercheria's head gently shook up and down.
When the movement ended, Lacrahan noticed a slight trembling in his body.
It was the aftereffect of having expended all his power to transform the absolute god into a human.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Everyone, Lacrahan would have been wary of fighting, had he disappeared.
"I can't believe there's no one in the way."
"Yes."
As if they had made a pact, the two looked around simultaneously.
Silhouettes of people caught in the confusion could be seen between the densely growing trees.
Unable to adapt to the sudden situation, they were huddled together, chattering loudly.
Lacrahan glanced at Wyatt, who was leaning nearby.
As soon as their eyes met, Wyatt nodded reassuringly and began to clear the area with the Knights.
Wyatt approached the Supreme Being first.
He seemed to consider that his greatest task.
Even Wyatt, who had never lost a battle in terms of size, could not help but cower before the Supreme Being.
He called the nearby knights and hoisted him onto his back.
Even as his feet dragged against the floor, the Supreme Being didn't even close his eyes, as if in a trance.
Bercheria, who had been quietly watching, asked in a voice filled with pity,
"Should the Supreme Being live as a human now?"
Even in this situation, Bercheria's voice was filled with sympathy for the Supreme Being.
Lacrahan didn't find this foolish, but rather found it typical of her.
"Well, at least until he reflects on his sins."
How long that would take was uncertain.
Either way, the Supreme Being would ultimately pay the price for his arrogance.
He was incapable of taking responsibility for all of these creations in the first place.
The power to create life had not been born within him.
"Graham called himself the Supreme Being, but that power wasn't his from the beginning. It was accidentally absorbed into him through a rift in the universe."
Knowing this, the gods weren't complacent about their power.
They knew that if they used it for evil, they would have to repay it for an indefinite period of time, like Dipper.
The Supreme Being was no different.
They knew the future that would come if they tampered with human free will, so they couldn't interfere carelessly.
But he, calling himself the Supreme Being, was mired in pride, unable to break free. He ignored the fact that the price for abusing his power would one day come back to haunt him.
"Lacrahan."
Bercheria looked around Wyatt.
Before she knew it, the royal guards were scrambling to assist the northern knights.
Lacrahan and Bercheria locked eyes and smiled.
"You're reconciling quickly."
"Because there's no one there to interfere either."
The trees that had grown near them leaned in, obscuring Lacrahan and Bercheria with their small branches.
The loud noise faded, and clean air melted between them.
"Whew."
Lacrahan let out a long breath and buried his head in Bercheria's neck.
Bercheria, who would normally have accepted it quietly, pulled back and escaped his embrace.
"...?"
Startled by the unexpected turn of events, he stared intently. The thick eyelashes that had been staring up at Lacrahan blinked, then lowered, then rose again.
“Why?”
He asked affectionately, brushing back the stray hairs from Bercheria’s forehead with his long fingers.
This time, Bercheria took a step back from Lacrahan.
His eyebrows rose in question.
Bercheria, too, was staring at Lacrahan narrowly.
“What’s wrong?”
As Lacrahan strode closer, she grabbed his arm and lifted it up.
“Since when have you been like this?”
His hand, suspended in midair, trembled slightly.
“It’s nothing.”
Lacrahan tried to pull his hand away, but Bercheria held him firmly.
She had never seen him tremble or show anxiety before.
He was always a calm and composed man.
“Is it because you used too much force? Or because I pulled these out...”
“Neither.”
Lacrahan forcibly pulled his hand away and intertwined his fingers with Bercheria's.
"It's because I can't handle the strength. I've adapted to the human body for a long time."
"Is that true?"
"Yes."
Bercheria continued to study him with a worried face, as if she didn't believe Lacrahan's words.
"If you don't believe me, should I show you?"
As Lacrahan raised his hand, the sound of fluttering wings was heard somewhere in the sky.
Soon, the screams of those who had discovered Muha were heard, and the trees that had been hiding the two disappeared. Lacrahan wrapped his arms around Bercheria's waist and lifted her up. He then whispered in her ear.
"So, we should go somewhere without people first?"
"...!"
Before Bercheria could answer, Lacrahan began to move, still holding Bercheria. His trees intersected like stairs, supporting Lacrahan's feet. In an instant, the two soared into the air where Muha had been flying. Lacrahan stepped onto the last branch and climbed onto Muha's back. As Muha flapped his wings, the people below looked up at them in surprise. A dozen or so council members, having heard the news from the imperial court, spotted the pair, gesturing upwards and shouting incomprehensibly.
"I think they have business."
Lacrahan looked at them and shook his head.
"I'm not here."
A smile spread across Bercheria's lips, and at the same time, Muha flapped his wings even more vigorously. The silhouettes of the people on the ground instantly shrank to tiny dots and soared above the clouds. After passing through the dark clouds that had been sprinkling thin rain, bright sunlight poured down. The light was so bright that it was difficult to open his eyes, so Lacrahan raised his hand to shield Bercheria's eyes.
After waiting for her to adjust to her surroundings, when he withdrew his hand, a gasp of exclamation escaped Bercheria's lips. The azure sky, devoid of even a single speck, magnificently surrounded them. Bercheria raised her head and gazed at the sight. And Lacrahan stared at Bercheria.
“Bercheria.”
Hearing a low voice, she turned her head and saw that Lacrahan was close enough to touch her face. Bercheria ’s face flushed at the unexpected delay.
“How long have you been watching me?”
A dimple formed in Lacrahan’s cheek.
“I think the question should be, not when, but whether you’ve ever looked anywhere else.”
The wind roared in her ears, and the speed of Muha’s flight stung her eyes, but even amidst all this, Lacrahan maintained his flawless, splendid figure. Lacrahan pulled Bercheria’s shoulder, embracing her even more deeply.
“We’re going north.”
He pressed his lips to the nape of her slender neck and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of her flesh filled his lungs, feeling indescribably delightful.
“We’re going home.”
Every time Lacrahan’s skin brushed Bercheria’s, her shoulders unconsciously shrank. A tingling sensation seemed to spread like a wave from where his lips touched, spreading through my entire body.
"Yes. We're going home."
Lakrahan's cloak fluttered in the air. "Lakrahan, look over there."
At Bercheria's voice, he suddenly raised his head and saw a swarm of people gathered like ants, with a collapsed portal at their center.
Lacrahan looked down at the scene and ran a hand through his thin hair.
"It's true that the portals are connected by a single force."
He remembered reading the records left by the first Adkins in the library.
He was the first child Lacrahan adopted when he was a god.
A black-haired child born with the properties of ice.
Lacrahan took the child in, bestowed upon him the name of the Adkins family, and bound him to himself through a chain of reincarnation.
Soon after, he married a beautiful wife and became the founder of the current Adkins family.
From then on, Lacrahan continued to reincarnate as an Adkins.
While he was born into his next life with immediate memory loss, he retained his identity.
"There's a journal left by the first portal creator. According to it, all the portals in Periat have probably collapsed by now."
"The part that Emperor Gerard was most proud of has disappeared."
"From now on, everything will disappear and be rebuilt."
The two of them took a moment to reflect on the changes in Periat.
He was the lord of the north, part of the Periat Empire, and Bercheria was the guardian deity of this land.
Neither of them could be free from Periat, no matter who became the Emperor here.
“Lacrahan.”
Bercheria held his arm tightly.
When Lacrahan turned his head to follow her gaze,
“...?”
A person he could never have imagined was walking in the middle of the desert, in a miserable state.
His movements were so insignificant, like dust, that even Bercheria and Lacrahan could discern them only because they possessed the eyes of a god that transcended humanity.
“Please let Muha go for a moment.”
At Bercheria’s suggestion, Lacrahan had no choice but to whisper in Muha’s ear.
“He’s an uninvited guest, so there’s no need to be kind to him.”
Of course, it was a language Bercheria couldn’t understand.
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