Chapter 315
I, Shion, ended up realizing.
I had no choice but to realize.
'That child, that child not yet born is….'
I looked at Sen Sorti.
I looked at her stomach.
I stared at the small life that must be pulsating inside.
A strange sense of connection was felt.
'…Is it ?'
I could not understand.
But the situation was too clear.
Cordisias and Sen Sorti's child, fetal na Shion, real na Zionis.
Does another person like this exist?
'This place, this place was 1335 years ago…?'
No, even if it is a different person, the doubt does not lessen.
That child had a destiny too similar to Shion's.
Whether that child is the real Shion or another person.
Many truths poured out.
If that child is Shion, Sen Sorti becos his mother.
Then it makes sense.
Why was Sen Sorti so kind?
Why did she cherish him so much?
Why did the Great Witch, famous for being cold, take care of him so warmly and devotedly upon hearing Shion's na?
However, this is 1335 years ago.
It is separated by an uncountable distance from the era Shion lived in. I
f Shion was born in this distant past, why did he co to live in the era 1335 years later?
I had to ask. I had to confirm the facts and calm my doubts. But there was no ti for that.
"Oh!"
Sen Sorti let out an exclamation.
She flew as if sliding over the ground in an instant.
I wanted to catch her.
But I couldn't catch her. Just as no one can block , I also cannot block anyone.
"Starting! Watch clearly!"
Her voice was excited enough to be heard only by .
The other Eight Gods (though still humans) also gathered in the center.
Before I knew it, Cordisias was there.
I composed myself amidst all kinds of doubts and complex emotions and looked at them.
I resented the sky anew. I thought I had reconciled with everything, but why does this kind of thing happen again?
Even though I know their fate, I cannot stop it. I can only watch.
"Shion from the future!"
Sen Sorti laughed like a girl.
I knew the Sen Sorti of the future.
Also the fact that she, 1335 years later, cannot laugh brightly like that.
She of the distant past was overwheld with dreams, hopes, and expectations, so that laughter was dazzlingly beautiful.
"We will change the world… this world our child will live in!"
***
"Outside."
Cordisias said.
In this past 1335 years ago, there is also an Empire and an Emperor.
The Emperor had an only son nad Cordisias.
"There are things called gods."
He was referring to the Ancient Gods.
However, since this era does not call itself Ancient yet, they were just gods.
Cordisias called the nas of the gods.
'Firmant's Paternal Love'.
'Great Sea's Caprice'.
'Black Light of the Abyss'.
'Inner Marquis of Sacred Marriage'.
'Sorrowful Mother of Abundance'.
'Olive of Victory'.
'Breath of Light'.
'Moon-Shadow's Pure Heart'.
'Blood-Iron's Folly'.
'Bubble's Affection'.
'Gale's Transgression'.
'Bellows's Bias'.
'Scent of Intoxication'.
The nas were thirteen in all.
Cordisias spat out each na as if it were very hateful.
I felt familiarity in the distorted face created by hatred.
That was once my face.
"Everyone…."
Cordisias continues.
"…I will not say everyone is evil. So think of humans rely as food, but so also live together with humans."
He cited 'Black Light of the Abyss' as the representative of those who take humans as food.
Also, he cited 'Breath of Light' as the representative of those who live together with humans.
"However, either side cannot be tolerated."
I saw.
Determination and solemnity lingering on the faces of everyone including Cordisias.
"Because they reign over us. Because they consider choosing human destiny as if it were their own ability!"
Right. You are right, Your Highness.
Voices leaked out from everywhere.
"How can we tolerate gods who consider their reign a natural right?"
I felt surprised.
A kind of sense of duty was moving them.
So even had flushed faces, unable to suppress their overwhelming emotions.
However, knowing the result of that determination and solemnity, it was absolutely hard for to empathize.
Rather, the fact that even the Hotus Eight Gods had such a blood-boiling youth beca a very big surprise.
"I… We!"
Cordisias tried to suppress his emotions but couldn't endure any longer and raised his voice.
"Can endure no more!"
From the agitated tone, I recalled Ferbias.
Because Ferbias also often used to get agitated like that, seized by his own emotions during speeches.
But that person is Cordisias.
The sa person as Great Emperor Continua who was so cool-headed and unhuman-like.
"Why must we be inferior to them? What, just what makes us less than gods?"
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
Sen Sorti giggled and intruded. Cordisias smiled very deeply with satisfaction looking at his wife carrying his child.
I trembled.
To think that is my father Continua, it was a succession of absolutely unbelievable things.
"I will answer. May I?"
"Of course."
Cordisias added an unnecessary remark calling her 'my mage who is the greatest and will be most outstanding for eternity', but I pretended not to hear.
Just the fact that Sen Sorti is my mother was already confusing enough, I absolutely didn't want to see my parents' acts of affection in their youth.
"What makes humans less than those gods…. It's too easy a problem. Just that we are turning away. Those who experienced it have beco unable to speak…."
Sen Sorti recites.
"Death."
Her recitation was close to a declaration.
"Death makes us less than them."
Once again sounds of 'Right', 'You are right' ca out.
Caseptus seed ready to climb on the desk and tap dance in emotion right this mont.
Debius also beat his chest with an overwheld heart.
Others were likewise.
However, Beila Beile alone, who likes to be excited, had sowhat of a reluctant face.
"Death makes us unworthy. Then what should we do, Sen Sorti?"
"Just don't die."
"So, how?"
"There is a lower universe in that high place."
She decided to talk about things outside the stars.
"There is a Demon King there. The only Demon King remaining in the whole universe."
Sen Sorti was pointing to an existence outside the world.
"Her na is Undying."
The real Demon King dwelling in the lowest universe.
An immortal existence stronger than those who cross stars and stars, incomparable to the thirteen gods coming and going above the continent.
"Station of Death."
***
Sen Sorti sang.
No, in fact it was an incantation.
"The first petal."
She does not know the origin of the song she sings.
She only knows it ca from very far away, sowhere not this star.
Also she knows it has been passed down from the very distant past, from the beginning of the universe.
"I return to the Master of Everything."
The recitation is a song and an incantation.
In the beginning, the two were one, so it is not strange.
"The second petal to the holy pillars, the third petal to the vanished instants, the fourth petal to the dreams to be looked up to, I offer."
The seven petals are souls.
She is a seven-star mage.
It ans the leaves of the soul took the form of stars.
Behind Sen Sorti's head is a halo.
The center is seven.
Seven-Origin Halo.
"The fifth petal from those who transcended, the sixth petal from those who stood at the end, the seventh petal from the pilgrims, I hid but…."
The full-term mage was sweating profusely.
No magic in her life had drained her energy like this.
However, now, the attempt to call out an outer existence could snatch away both her life and the child's life if a mistake was made.
"…Since the Master of Everything is …the Master of Everything, please accept all petals."
The incantation ended.
Nothing happened.
At least for a mont it seed so.
"……."
But soon, a flower blood.
Behind Sen Sorti's head, the Seven-Origin Halo changed its form in an instant and blood seven petals beautifully.
Looking at the petals holding light, the mage muttered quietly.
"…Reached…."
Ecstasy.
She laughed kya-reureu with unparalleled joy, with a hotly heated heart.
She forgot she was full term and ended up getting extrely excited.
"…Our incantation reached the sky!"
In Sen Sorti's words, color returned to the others' faces all at once.
They began to focus on their respective tasks. Since it was a plan prepared for a long ti, they had planned everything to do when things went well.
"It's now!"
The mage shouted.
"Now that permission has fallen from the Master of Everything, hurry and the Undying Demon Queen's fragnt…!"
"What are you intending to do with my fragnt?"
"What do you an what! Use it as a catalyst… and call… her out……."
"Ah, my."
A woman covered her mouth.
She had three heads.
One was rotten, one remained only as a bone, and one was beautiful.
An existence that wasn't here until just now was here before anyone knew.
I didn't even notice her appearing.
"I am sorry. I misread the mood again."
The three-headed woman said, Oh my, oh my.
While showing not a bit of flusteredness, her tone was stiff as if imitating soone.
I wondered if she received tutoring on human emotions from soone in a crash course.
"Since I already ca, did I co too early?"
***
"I feel awkward."
The woman said.
Her na is Lefren, the Undying Demon Queen.
"Since I ended up coming before being called, it would be correct to say I am awkward. Right?"
"…Probably?"
"But because I was watching you all along, my heart was urgent. I wanted to butt into the story quickly."
Sen Sorti was certain the opponent was truly the Undying Demon Queen.
She had no choice.
Sen Sorti is a seven-star mage with no object of comparison across the whole continent.
Even against an Ancient God, she can contend to so extent.
Yet she couldn't even gauge the depth of the three-headed woman in front of her eyes.
No, she couldn't even know if they were taking the sa form of existence to begin with.
If such an existence is not a Demon King, nothing could be a Demon King.
"…In an old book…."
The mage continued speaking stamringly.
"…In a grimoire that ca from outside the stars, the incantation, sacrifice, and rules to call you out were written. It was very complex and precise, so preparation took several years."
"That book was written correctly."
Lefren nodded.
"I didn't want to create troubleso matters by receiving summons from just anyone. But that is a procedure for uninvited guests. I regard you very welco."
"……?"
"If it really weighs on your mind, I will consider the sacrifice received."
The Undying Demon Queen put her palms together.
Six eyes on three heads closed simultaneously.
Then the sacrifices Sen Sorti and her colleagues prepared disappeared in an instant.
It ant the Undying Demon Queen received them.
"I should finish talking with you, but before that…."
She looked at .
"Long ti no see, Shion."
"……."
I looked at Lefren.
We were acquaintances.
Just that we et once in the far future.
So I made a sullen sound.
"…This is the past. There are 1335 years left until you and I et."
"What does that matter? In the order of your story, isn't it no different?"
Let's see. Lefren cupped her chin.
To be exact, the chin of the beautiful one among the three faces.
"When I appeared was around chapter 220… and now is chapter 315 so…."
"?"
"Ah, mistake. Out of gladness."
Forget it. The Undying Demon Queen waved her hand.
"I do so because I want to congratulate you, Shion."
She raised a finger.
And pointed above my head, at the 'Crown of Paradox'.
"Seems you achieved it in the end. The crown on the head suits you very well."
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