The god nad Armadi seed like the very embodint of the word "goodness."
If she says sothing is true, everyone will believe it as truth.
If she tells soone to believe in sothing, they will trust it.
If she commands sothing to be done, everyone will follow her words.
The absolute trust emanating from her very existence.
No matter what happens, it feels as though everything will go smoothly if you just trust her, and this is what shows why Armadi is a god and why the people of this world worship her.
If I had seen her for the first ti, I would have probably admired her and stood before her willingly.
However, this was not the first ti I had t Armadi.
To be precise, Lucy Allen had seen Armadi's appearance before.
The long red hair that flowed down to her waist.
Her squinted eyes that gave off an aura of calmness and wisdom.
The smile that suited her soft lips.
The gentle and warm voice that carried the na Lucy.
Each of these mories was so vivid in my mind that I couldn’t even manage to smile.
This damn woman.
There’s a line that can be crossed and a line that shouldn’t be crossed.
No matter how much she wanted to catch my attention, a being like this—this god—shouldn’t behave like that!
‘Grandfather! Was this perverted bastard always this kind of trash?!’
This is an insult to the dead and a provocation to the living!
Does it even make sense that the god of the end is doing what Agras would do?
I can’t stand this disgusting feeling!
I shouted in genuine anger, but no response ca from my grandfather.
Huh? Grandfather? Where did he go?
It’s not like he’s avoiding responding because it’s difficult, right?
When I paused for a mont, realizing that the voice of soone who had always been by my side was gone, Agras spoke.
"You’re rather calm. If soone were to look, they would think everything was over."
I moved my body, clenching my teeth as I felt the murderous intent from behind.
I wanted to curse right away, but this wasn’t the ti for that.
I could grab the perverted bastard’s collar later, but for now, it wasn’t sothing I could focus on.
In fact, I wanted to grab him right now, but it was better to push that off a little. There’s always a priority to everything.
Unlike that pervert, I wasn’t foolish enough to lose sight of the difference between business and personal matters.
I took a deep breath and looked around, sensing the change in the situation.
Although Armadi, who was imitating Lucy’s mother, was making furious, her descent to the earth had clearly diminished Agras’s presence.
Moreover, the others, who had been under the weight of the evil god’s powers, stood up one by one, as the divine area lifted the pressure from them. The army forces were once again ready to collide.
"So lonely, huh? Did you get upset because I ignored you for a bit? Hahaha, you really are an attention seeker~"
I provoked him, trying to draw his attention, but his gaze was fixed on Armadi, standing behind .
"Is this all you’ve prepared? You do realize the end is near, right? You can’t stop with just human armies."
With a laugh, Agras raised his hand, and several corpses appeared from beneath the earth.
Though these beings were of different races and cultures, they all imdiately drew weapons as if it was only natural once they opened their eyes.
Agras’s army. This was the death sentence that appeared when his reckless pattern couldn’t be stopped.
"Of course, that’s not the case. Agras. You know as much about as I do about you."
Suddenly, Armadi appeared beside , and the mont her hand touched my mace, an indescribable power surged, and bright light shot out from the mace.
"It’s been a while. Defeated one. Did you enjoy the land we gifted to you?"
A knight in pure white armor, Garad, wiggled the tip of his sword and threw out a provoking remark.
"Certainly, it must have been enjoyable. It suits you well to be with such a dark and sinister one."
From the shadow of his figure, Erginus erged, shrugging his shoulders before drawing a wooden staff.
"Let’s end this tireso connection now. Agras."
The hero who had once saved the world pointed his sword at Agras, exuding murderous intent.
"This is the first ti I’m seeing this in reality, Lucy."
And then, my grandfather, standing next to , pressed my head down, wearing a warm smile.
"How does it feel? Doesn’t it feel reliable now that you see it for real?"
"Uh... Well, I’m not sure about that, but it does sll a bit like old age. Guess it’s hard to hide your age, huh?"
"...Strange. That guy should have ended his curse, yet his tone hasn’t changed."
Ah, right. I just unconsciously spoke like before.
Realizing my mistake, I quickly shifted my gaze, but my grandfather smiled and stepped forward.
"I’ll question you about this later."
"I’d rather you just forget about it."
"Before we go, Lucy, I must say this. The Lord has no intention of mocking you. So, do not show your anger towards this being."
"...What?"
Leaving those incomprehensible words behind, my grandfather ran ahead.
"Now you’re relying on the past heroes, are you?"
Agras’s mocking voice made Armadi nod.
"I know I can’t face you alone."
"You think those guys will make a difference? Maybe back in the past, but now, the end is right in front of us."
This wasn’t the sa as the ti when the age of myth ca to an end.
The powers of the end are fading.
The world is reaching its end.
It’s true that they are variables beyond human understanding, but they are still human. At this point, they can’t threaten Agras anymore.
"We’ll see about that!"
The hero who had charged through Agras’s army raised his sword towards his neck.
Agras, slightly furrowing his brows, let the sword co and simply accepted it, before grabbing the face and tossing it far away.
"Or would you prefer that, like last ti, I tear you apart and savor my power?"
After casually pulling out the sword lodged in his neck, Agras laughed as he looked back at Armadi.
"I really hope you do. I’m curious what will happen if you lose all your strength again because of the sacrifice you made last ti."
Even so, Armadi was not intimidated.
The god of the end, Armadi, who had once given the world blessings in her pri, disappeared when she sacrificed herself to end the age of myth.
Even if the age of myth were to start again, the divinity scattered across the earth could never return. Thus, now, Armadi cannot stand against the fully resurrected Agras.
"Resign yourself and accept it. No matter how many tis you make the best choice, the end will always co."
Ultimately, this situation had been foreseen since the first ti Armadi was victorious.
Armadi won by sacrificing herself, but that was rely a delay of the end.
Knowing this, Agras readily accepted his defeat.
He knew that when he was resurrected, Armadi would not be able to stop him.
"I won’t say that you’re wrong. The world’s rule is that there’s a beginning and an end, and we are those who follow that law."
"But you don’t seem ready to accept the end yet, do you?"
Armadi, with a faint smile, walked towards the Pope, who was now shedding tears of emotion.
"Agras. Have you never felt sothing strange about your apostle? This being knows that I’ve grown weaker, so why would he give all his powers?"
"...Wait a second."
Feeling sothing strange, Agras tried to move, but darkness seized his arms and legs.
"Still so ugly at a decisive mont."
"I love how villainous you are. It makes it so easy to tornt you without hesitation."
Garad blocked Agras’s movents as he tried to remove the darkness using his power.
"Step aside!"
"Stay still. You can’t pass."
Ruel stepped forward to protect.
"Lord! Perform a miracle!"
Sowhere, a hero, having retrieved his sword, shouted loudly.
"My army!"
With that, Agras’s army, regaining their composure, charged toward Armadi. However, this ti, Lucy and her allies pushed them back.
"Ooooh! Great Lord!"
In the ti they had bought, Armadi reached the Pope, who was still crying in emotion, and silently extended her hand.
"Aaaaah! You knew, didn’t you? You led here! I understand! I believed in you!"
Panicking, the Pope dug through his robes and pulled out a treasured relic.
A necklace in the shape of a cross.
It seed like nothing at first glance, but it was connected to many places on this land.
It was the object behind many of the Pope’s evil deeds.
Looking at the cross after receiving the necklace, Armadi bit her lips tightly and then smiled in an attempt to cover her feelings. She then knelt and pressed her face to the Pope’s ear.
The Pope, his face full of expectation, waited for her words, but what she said was completely the opposite of what he had hoped.
"Did you really think I’d praise you?"
The words that ca out of her mouth contradicted the Pope’s expectations.
"I’ve been disgusted by you since I first saw you on this earth. Every ti you prayed to , I was filled with chills."
"Disgusted...? What do you an?"
"I never saved you."
That wasn’t entirely true. Armadi had extended her hand to the wandering lamb.
"Eh? That... That can’t be."
"Why would I save soone like you, a sinner?"
She gave light to guide him to the right path, hoping he would find the way.
"I felt your light. I heard your voice!"
"Was that just a delusion?"
"Please don’t deny it! I was saved by you! I abandoned the world for you!"
However, the result of that salvation was truly tragic. Because of the wrong person being saved, many innocent lives had to be sacrificed.
"Are you trying to throw your sins onto because you can’t handle them? How pathetic."
As Armadi spoke with deep, deep anger and gritted her teeth, the Pope collapsed to the ground, his strength drained.
"...This can’t be."
"May you wander the depths of hell for eternity. You disgusting being. Hell is where you belong."
Turning her back on the Pope, whose eyes had lost all direction, Armadi walked forward, clutching the cross in her hands.
Amidst the rough wind, her red hair fluttered.
She stood next to the one person she cherished and loved more than anyone else in this world.
There, she would perform a miracle.
To deliver an apology, and to bring about a reunion.
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