Alderhold City—ho to the Heartsever Cult.
Rumor has it that within this cult, there exists a strange fruit called the Forgetfruit. Supposedly, if two people eat it, they can completely forget their relationship, severing all emotional ties.
In just two weeks, the Heartsever Cult has grown at an alarming rate.
They've held multiple gatherings and have already converted nearly every couple who attended into loyal followers, swelling their numbers to over a thousand.
"The Heartsever Cult?"
Sylvia frowned slightly as she read the report, lost in thought for a mont.
She had never heard of such a bizarre thing as the Forgetfruit, and the fact that this cult had exploded in popularity in just two weeks—it all seed suspicious.
Amid the dry, formal report, Sylvia finally found sothing that piqued her interest.
Her smooth, snow-white hand rested lightly on the report.
The mont her fingers touched the words Heartsever Cult, an invisible wave of spiritual energy rippled outward.
In an instant, the entire Sky Sanctuary, the mountains and rivers, and even the whole of Alderhold City in the Kingdom of Aurion, were enveloped by this unseen force.
Countless images flashed through Sylvia's mind.
Clues and traces that might have seed hidden to others were laid bare before her eyes.
A mont later, she opened her clear, autumn-colored eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"As I thought, soone's stirring up trouble behind the scenes."
"Did you figure sothing out, honey?" Timothy leaned in, clearly intrigued.
"Yeah, it looks like so remnants of the Demonic Sect are pulling the strings behind this Heartsever Cult.
Not that we've got much going on right now anyway, so… I think we should check it out."
Sylvia cleared her throat, a little embarrassed.
Sure, she was interested, but part of her just wanted an excuse to leave the Sky Sanctuary for a bit…
"And besides, I'm curious about this Forgetfruit. Who knows, maybe it'll take both and the goddess to deal with sothing this big!"
Timothy caught on imdiately, smiling and nodding in approval.
This was the kind of thing that didn't really require the goddess to get involved, but hey, who'd pass up a chance for a little getaway?
Plus…
Thinking back to how the elders and disciples—both n and won—had been groaning in despair from all the lovey-dovey monts he and Sylvia had been flaunting lately, Timothy couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Sure, showing off their love was sothing he'd never stop doing—not in this lifeti—but giving everyone a break for a day didn't seem like a bad idea.
Otherwise, yeah… maybe it was getting a bit too cruel.
"Let's go, babe."
Taking her soft, pale hand, the two of them stepped into the air, heading toward Alderhold City.
...
"Heh, how foolish.
Do you really think the fruit of your sins is sothing you can just forget whenever you want?
Soon, very soon.
Once I've gathered enough power, it won't be long before I'm reborn!
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I've waited hundreds of years for this mont, and now… it's finally coming!"
In Alderhold City, a sinister, chilling whisper echoed from within the hollow of a towering, withered tree.
As more and more people gathered around, the laughter grew sharper, more eerie.
Yet no one seed to notice. Instead, as they looked up at the gnarled, scarred old tree, many of them—n and won alike—couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence.
"I heard that if you eat the Forgetfruit from the Sacred Tree, you can forget everything from your past."
"Thank the Sacred Tree! I've been waiting for this day for so long. Please, Sacred Tree, help too!"
It was ti for another Heartsever Cult ritual, and more and more people were flocking toward the old tree.
Most of them were couples.
The Forgetfruit was a strange, finger-sized fruit.
If one person ate it, they would forget all their past relationships.
If two people ate it together, they would completely forget each other.
When the Heartsever Cult first arrived in Alderhold City, not many people paid attention to them, and even fewer believed in their claims.
But as ti passed, and more and more people ate the Forgetfruit, forgetting their painful mories, the cult began to attract more followers.
After all, love and desire are so of the most complex emotions humans experience.
They're hard to understand, difficult to change, and often unbearably painful—yet impossible to forget.
If there was truly a way to sever those feelings, even if it ca with risks, there would still be countless people willing to give it a try.
What's more, ever since the Heartsever Cult awakened the so-called Sacred Tree of Oblivion, they had been performing one miracle after another.
With each grander ritual, the number of people willing to consu the Forgetfruit multiplied many tis over.
So were even rushing to the tree, afraid that the Sacred Tree might run out of Forgetfruit, desperate not to miss their chance.
"Oh, Sacred Tree of Oblivion, who has long since abandoned all mortal emotions, please grant us your blessing and help us forget our pain."
Before the massive, withered tree, hundreds of people had gathered. At the front, the cult leader—draped in a black robe, their limbs gaunt and skeletal, their face completely hidden—knelt before the tree, loudly praying.
The mont their voice fell silent, the enormous, dried-up tree seed to respond. Its leaves began to glow with an eerie light, and a cold wind swept through the crowd.
The chilling wind sent shivers down the spines of those present, and the light from the leaves took on a faint, blood-red hue.
But the fanatical followers didn't care about the ominous signs. Instead, they were even more awestruck by the spectacle unfolding before them.
"The Sacred Tree truly possesses divine power!"
"Other gods demand offerings and do nothing in return. But the Sacred Tree helps us selflessly, asking for nothing. This is what a true god should be!"
As the strange phenonon continued, the long, finger-shaped Forgetfruit slowly descended from the blood-red light, landing gently in the hands of the fervent believers.
"A miracle! This is a true miracle!"
Whether they had co alone or as forr couples, none of them hesitated. They imdiately consud the Forgetfruit, as if it were guaranteed to help them forget their past and start anew.
Their eyes turned toward the old tree, filled with an even deeper, more fanatical devotion.
"Oh? Forgetfruit, huh? Let take a look. I'm curious—can this fruit really make forget my emotions?"
At that mont, two figures appeared out of nowhere, suddenly floating to the front of the crowd.
In full view of everyone, Timothy casually snatched the Forgetfruit that was about to fall into the hands of the high priest, casting a cold glance at the ancient tree.
His gaze held a clear hint of mockery and disdain.
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