Keeping the promises we make to ourselvesis the thing we forget fastest, no matter what we do.Since this world will end one day,why should a person grieve when love runs out...?
Does love chase fate,or does fate chase love?
No one has solved this riddle yet...
I feel alone.
I’m sitting on the roof of the Florence mansion.
Seriously, almost every world counts kindness as evil.
We live in a society that sees courtesy as weakness.
Even if I take souls myself—what does it matter for the love of God?
Instead of letting them go to those underworld, god whores, I take them myself.
I gave them what they wished for... not what they wanted.
Even if I’m alone, I’m content with my own behavior.
The strongest people are usually alone.
Maybe that’s just my way of consoling myself, but really—who cares?
What does good or evil even an?
The universe doesn’t give a damn about what you do.
Especially in my previous world, every ti I heard the words of those who didn’t believe in religion, I saw them as even more foolish.
Take the people in Africa, why can’t they find water? If God exists, isn’t He cruel?
No. God isn’t cruel—people are.
Corporations monopolized the money.
While 2% of the population lived like kings, the rest were just running. For those people, life was nothing but running.
In my old world, the money barons were Jews.
Abrahamic religions advise helping the poor and giving a portion of your wealth to them.
If the Arab princes back then had given that money... do you think there’d be hunger or thirst in Africa?
That’s it—people love blaming God for their cris.
I never knew where this instinct ca from, and I never will.
Across the continent, the echoes of those who want to sell their souls ring in my head.
I lit a cigarette and watched the clouds.
I’m celebrating my own loneliness.
I feel no interest, no lust, for Bella or Victoria.
Just curiosity about Victoria.
Bella’s a good woman.
I hope she doesn’t fall into ruin...
Six months have passed since the Emperor’s birthday.
Since then, I’ve made deals with people here and there.
I’m waiting for the right ti.
I need to visit Micah. That bastard made a good deal.
Even though he knows who I am, he can’t tell anyone; if he does, I take his soul instantly.
A lot happened in these six months. I trained Victoria in magic.
I passed on so of my knowledge about mana.
She could probably beat everyone at the Academy except the professors.
Now and then, gods or similar beings bother .
My identity is probably known in the pantheon of gods.
The ti I spend with Victoria feels like a vacation.
I barely used my phone—there was no need.
But I’ve felt a lot of things... like being watched.
Soone’s filming with caras.
They’ve hidden them in places in my room that they thought I wouldn’t notice.
To break into the ducal house, you’d need to be royalty at least. So I don’t show too much of myself.
Hans von Valentine doesn’t have the brains for this.
Richard would’ve put them in Victoria’s or the Duke’s room.
That leaves only Seraphine.
But why?
I already know the answer, but seriously—how does a butler like catch her interest?
Sure, I’m handso, but even for stalking, that’s not enough.
I sighed, another attack.
The gods never learn.
I thought about visiting them, but it’d probably start a massive war.
They’d destroy this world if war gonna co out.
So I stay silent.
I’ve caused too many tragic stories.
On the internet, I’ve seen countless conspiracy theories about .
The dumbest one: "The Demon God’s best friend..."
Who was that son of a bitch?
So even call "Cronos’s real father."
They’d be better off using their brains for sothing else.
I took another drag from my cigarette and slowly blew the smoke into the air.
Cigarettes remind of human life— As ti passes, the parts we’ve lived scatter into the air like ash.
Ah, my questions are far from innocent.
"No question in this life is innocent. You should fear every question you can’t answer."
Then I stood up.
"In the grudge of every knife pulled on you, another question you don’t know the answer to is hidden.
If you’re asking yourself how you got to this end— rember the answer to the first question you ever asked..."
I was thinking to myself, giving myself advice.
Because in this life, I can only trust myself.
Bella was watering flowers in the garden. Victoria, far off in the training ground, was spamming ice spells.
Seriously, I hope this illusion I’ve created for myself lasts a little longer.
Then Bella sensed sothing, looked up, and saw : "Get down from there, Raul!" she shouted.
I jumped. It was high, maybe 50 ters.
I landed softly on the ground.
Bella knows I’m strong, so she didn’t make a sound.
After all, she assus my power is on par with the Duke’s.
The Duke is a 6th-tier swordmaster. Becoming a 7th-tier is just a matter of ti.
Victoria is a 4th-tier mage—an insane, genius-level achievent for her age.
She deserves the title "Genius of the Millennium."
Bella is a 4th-tier swordmaster, but she usually uses daggers hidden under her skirt. I don’t like being asked how I know.
Bella ran toward : "You really need to stop this. I was scared you’d die for a second."
"Nah, don’t worry." I grinned lightly.
She kicked my shin but hurt herself: "Jerk, I was worried about you."
"HAHAHA, the day I die will be the day the world ends," I joked.
Bella giggled and grabbed my hand: "Co on, let’s water the garden flowers."
"Why are you doing the gardener’s job?" I gave her a weird look.
"Life’s better if you don’t question everything," Bella said.
I laughed and followed her...
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