[Abandoned, killed]
[Although as the Primordial Mother, she cannot die, she still rembers her throat being cut open, her body turning into nourishnt for the world.]
[What embraces her is no longer the love of her children]
[But indifferent, cold killing intent]
[So, in order to survive, the mother's instinct chose to resist, but the result was destined from the beginning.]
[If she were to sink into the Sea of Void, so be it]
[She would wait for her return, harboring hatred]
[At that ti, she would change the Earth's ecosystem again, returning to the joy of being the Mother of All Things]
[But this also ans one thing]
[She must fight with her beloved children, which is undoubtedly an extrely painful thing]
[Therefore, Tiamat's consciousness chose to sleep, she could not subjectively choose to destroy her children]
[What made the choice was the instinct for biological survival]
[–If you don't resist, you will be killed]
[This is the foundation of Tiamat becoming human evil, the great disaster rejected by all of human history, abandoned by all living beings]
[The Beast of Calamity upholding the principle of return]
[However, the situation has now reversed, and the Primordial Mother's rationality has been reawakened]
"Ah... Th-thank... you, my child."
Tiamat's tone was halting and uneven.
She had a labored feeling of enunciating each word.
[This is not a strange thing]
[The more ancient the gods, the less they understand human language, and Tiamat is a typical example of this]
[The closer the form is to the origin]
[The more Tiamat cannot understand language, and in the end, she will even lose her language function]
"I, being able to hold on until now... it's really, so good...! There are still, children, loving ..."
Tiamat repeated this feeling.
Although she spoke very awkwardly and clumsily.
But she fully expressed that feeling of gratitude, which moved Moran.
He felt like he was the one being saved.
Being thanked so much by the Primordial Mother.
He was originally the one who was going to apologize, but now he didn't know what to say.
Looking at the woman constantly shedding tears of emotion.
At this mont, the aura of a monarch and hero was gone, and he only wanted to care for her as a man and a son.
To wipe away those tears for her.
"Thank you, for coming to save ... for letting know that I have not been abandoned, thank you...!"
Tiamat's tear-stained face showed a smile.
Her radiance was enough to illuminate any darkness.
You couldn't see any expression that a human evil could show, nor could you see the shadow of a beast on her.
She was so lovable.
Just a mother who wanted to get along well with her children.
How could she fall into being a beast?
It couldn't, and shouldn't be that way.
"Ah, I won't abandon you, nor will I avoid you... I can't erase the malice you've suffered from all living beings, and I can't force you to forget those painful things. Ignoring all of that is too arrogant.
That's no different from the gods of the past, and I won't avoid that point, because all living beings do owe you..."
Moran recalled his initial thoughts.
[To awaken Tiamat's reason by cutting the lines of death]
[In essence, it is just persecuting her]
[Even if doing so awakens Tiamat, so what?]
[In her eyes, the person who does this is no different from the children who persecuted her]
[After that, no matter what beautiful words are used]
[They probably won't work]
[To fundantally make Tiamat realize that he, Moran, does not want to deny the children who killed their mother]
[Only in this way can a basis for communication be established]
[Not doing so will only backfire]
[You are more grateful than anyone that you did not swing the butcher knife at your mother, and you regret that you almost made a mistake]
"Hmm... In the past, the children's betrayal was very sad.
But, you ca to see Mama... Mama is very happy!"
Tiamat tilted her head slightly, confused.
Although she couldn't quite understand what Moran was expressing, she still spoke her direct feelings based on her emotions.
"Happy, huh... Yeah, it's best if you're happy..."
Moran couldn't help but chuckle.
Even if she had experienced the betrayal of her children.
But as long as a child chooses to co see her, she will still be overjoyed.
It's not that she forgot.
But her joy is even deeper.
And that's why, as a mother, she is hurt by her children again and again, and at the sa ti, she can't let go again and again.
How could this not make people sad?
[You saw the scars behind Tiamat's pure innocence]
[He saw part of the mory through the black mud]
[But who knows how many tis Tiamat has experienced this kind of pain in the long river of history]
[Thinking of this, you can't help but feel indignant]
[There is a kind of dissatisfaction with all living beings in your chest]
[As children, people don't think about solving problems for their mother, but about solving the mother herself]
[They chose the most violent and bloody path]
[Therefore, you feel ashad of being a descendant, and even more ashad in the face of the Primordial Mother]
[She still has such great love even now]
"Don't be afraid, don't cry... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, okay?
I won't sigh in front of you, such a lovely child."
Tiamat clumsily expressed her attitude.
Her slender palm gently stroked Moran's head, with a hint of caution in her gentleness.
It could be said that she was like fragile porcelain.
Although she couldn't understand why Moran showed such a sad expression, she didn't want to, and even thought that she had caused the child's disgust and sadness.
Because that's how the children of the past viewed her.
Saying that the mother's existence was evil.
In order not to be hated by the only child who loved her, Tiamat could only express herself clumsily.
"Tiamat, I don't have any intention of hating you..."
"Hate? Wuwawa... Won't hate, please don't, hate ..."
"That's not what I ant..."
Moran didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In one sentence, Tiamat only understood the word "hate," and hardly understood anything else.
She showed a teary-eyed look.
The Primordial Mother, Tiamat.
In Moran's eyes, she was too pure and innocent, to the point where it made people unable to forgive themselves.
The purer she was, the more lantable it was.
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