"Don’t joke, Naless. Malin and I are just two orphans with sowhat peculiar tempers. Maybe we owe all these bad habits to the old dean—it was she who taught us how to be the kind of person she envisioned." As she said this, the Goddess of Fate revealed a sorrowful smile: "That period of ti was truly wonderful. I got to know Malin. If I could do it all over again, I would want to et Malin once more... But I know that’s impossible now. I am a goddess, an eternal monster, whereas Malin has already forgotten under the suppression of the rules... This is the second weight I placed on the balance. I believe that if Malin knew, he would agree with my choice... As long as there’s the faintest possibility, he’d choose to be a hero who never looks back."
"...I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill the promise I made to you." The Naless figure sighed softly.
"You’ve already done your best. In this Multiverse, you are among the rare few who can face Khorne directly without losing ground. If it weren’t for the battle against the other three Evil Gods, you wouldn’t have joined forces with Khorne and dared to attempt to change him."
"He is an Evil God; change is impossible. He is an embodint of chaos. All I can do is try to push him toward neutrality. He craves war, so I give him endless war. So far, it seems to be working. But the End War will co soon. By then... I don’t know how many will retain their sanity after fully coming into contact with Subspace. I can’t even imagine how many will still be willing to rally under the banner of civilization, because in their minds, the end of the world is imminent. They won’t understand the struggle—over these eight millennia, how many mortals, how many deities, how many True Lords have fought desperately for this world. To those cowards, the sacrifices of those who ca before them... are rely like tears in the rain, destined to vanish."
"Forget them. Malin and we only want to save those mortals who wish to live; the rest are just excess baggage."
The Goddess of Fate’s words swept away the gloom on Naless’s face: "You all truly are alike; he said the sa thing."
"Because I am rely repeating his words. He said that if he were the hero destined to save the world, he would save those who wanted to live. As for those with all sorts of peculiar thoughts, they’d be nothing more than a trivial footnote among the ones he rescues." At this mont, the girl—her current incarnation—turned to Naless: "I must go now. I’ll be keeping an eye on Malin; I think he will visit his hotown."
"Certainly. He’s soone who cherishes family... Susu, farewell." After saying this, Naless reclined backward, his body disappearing into the bed as if sinking into water.
The girl brushed her earlobe, just as she had during that winter when she had frostbite. Back then, that peer of hers always claid it would only slow the wound’s healing. But now, she was alone.
With these thoughts, she stepped into the teleportation channel.
A mont later, she found herself in front of a broken street, gazing at the dilapidated orphanage before her. She looked upon the elderly, eccentric figure seated on the chair. The girl approached her from behind and took out a comb.
"Susu, when will Malin return?" The old woman asked, her eyes half-closed as her hair was being combed.
"Soon, Malin will co back very soon, Old Dean." Susu combed the old woman’s hair, and in the sunset, amidst the falling leaves, the silhouettes of the girl and the old woman stretched and twisted under the sunlight.
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