When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1626 - Capítulo 1626: 310: Great Sin: The Delusional

Capítulo 1626: Chapter 310: Great Sin: The Delusional Don Quixote

How could Aiwass ignore the prayers of others.

So, in silence, he tossed a small card, manifesting Don Quixote.

“—Your knight, Don Quixote de la Mancha has answered the call, to fight for you!”

A passionate, sonorous voice rang out.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, a hint of light seed to appear in the dim eyes of the Grey Celestial Marshal.

Watching the handso knight in silver armor materialize here, Ottolucus’s gaze softened considerably.

“…Heracles.”

Looking at her forr dear friend, her student, appearing here, she couldn’t help but murmur softly.

—When she first t Heracles, the child was only twelve or thirteen years old.

At that ti, he had just finished his introductory education with Chiron and was apprenticing under different ntors to learn specialized skills.

And at that ti, Ottolucus taught Heracles the skills of close combat, disguise, and theft.

Ottolucus, having mastered a portion of the power of lies, wanted to tease this white-haired, red-eyed boy, so she disguised herself as a cunning and lively youth.

The then-mortal Heracles could not possibly see through Ottolucus’s disguise. Although he learned disguise techniques from her, he could never surpass his teacher.

He road recklessly with the naïve and perplexed Heracles – stealing cattle today, trampling fields tomorrow. After causing mayhem, he’d mimic Heracles’s voice to call people out, then sneak off, leaving Heracles alone, intending for him to practice the ability to lie.

But Heracles could never learn to lie, which always made her reluctantly appear to clean up the ss for him.

That was the happiest ti in Ottolucus’s life.

Before and after that, there was never again such a carefree, unrestrained ti.

—But their ti together was only a brief two years.

Until Heracles bid her farewell to learn archery from another ntor, Ottolucus suddenly realized… the joke of the past might never be unraveled.

She originally intended to let Heracles see through her disguise after mastering the skills completely. That would also signify his graduation.

For this reason, Ottolucus didn’t seriously teach Heracles. Because playing together was genuinely joyous, she’d never felt happier than at that mont.

However, even until then, Ottolucus realized one thing——

—Heracles was not an Elf; he was human.

This new species, humans, recently erged, with a unique learning ability but without their long lifespan.

His life was only a brief hundred years, maybe even half of that.

And she wasted two precious years of his life——

Because she failed to teach Heracles thoroughly, he remained unable to unravel lies, deceptions, and disguises until the end. Hence, Heracles could never recognize the true appearance of his partner, his teacher.

Ottolucus felt regret.

For the first ti in her life, she realized what her forte, “lies,” would ultimately bring.

But Ottolucus was already a half-step Heavenly Lord at that ti, and Heracles was rely a nascent Third Level species. They only had a brief two-year encounter—in the lifespan of Longevity Species, it was equivalent to humans interacting for half a month.

Ottolucus didn’t want to expose her lie voluntarily but feared that skipping this lesson with Heracles might one day get him hurt… She pondered continually, protecting Heracles secretly. She beca many people around him, yet Heracles could never recognize her.

Until Krokos beca seriously ill—she returned ho.

Unlike Ottolucus, born a half-step Heavenly Lord, Krokos didn’t even have the qualification to beco a Transcendent. If she died, it would an complete oblivion. Her soul was so fragile that it couldn’t even beco an Angel Envoy.

It was then that Ottolucus helped her mother, Hebashia, seal Krokos in the Dream Realm with the power of lies, evading inevitable death.

And this great feat enabled her to achieve the status of the Grey Celestial Marshal.

She deceived the world into believing that a living being had died, granting her eternal life.

And then, she heard a piece of news——

Decades had passed, and Heracles had already married.

He was no longer the naïve boy of the past but had beco an arrogant Monarch. With the combat skills he learned from her, he strangled a lion, married and had children, establishing Heracel.

He was even pursuing twelve great tasks, intending to achieve Heavenly Lord status or beco a Pillar God through the supre ritual, elevating his Kingdom to the heavens!

Therefore, when Heracles was about to join the Argo Expedition, seeking strength from Hers, Ottolucus prayed to her father to give him the power to protect himself.

By then, Ottolucus had already ascended to beco the Grey Celestial Marshal, unable to return to the Material Realm.

Hers was such an intelligent being.

Upon hearing his daughter’s plea, he imdiately guessed the truth of the matter.

Though it filled him with indignation, he agreed to Ottolucus’s request.

Hence, Hers used all his apostle power to assist the Fla Celestial Marshal in forging the Golden Sword Marmidova— the complete form of the Red-Handled Sword.

This sword was powerful and dangerous, just as Ottolucus’s sister, Krokos, said—

“——This sword is a joke, but also a test.”

“…You probably don’t know who I am.”

Gazing at Don Quixote, Ottolucus softly said, “I am your forr friend.”

But unexpectedly.

The silver-armored Knight, Don Quixote, after a mont of silence, spoke, “You are… the Grey Celestial Marshal, Ottolucus, aren’t you.”

Hearing this, the Grey Celestial Marshal was visibly stunned.

He couldn’t possibly know all these secrets!

Whether it’s the true identity of the Grey Celestial Marshal or the appearance of Ottolucus…

“I haven’t t you, but I have t Miss Krokos.”

Don Quixote slowly said, “I am not Heracles. I have none of his mories, none of his strength, and his blood doesn’t flow through . I am Don Quixote, a fictional knight. A nonexistent heroic spirit.

“Yet, when I t you, I felt familiar. As if I had seen you sowhere before.”

The knight was shining with radiance all over.

anwhile, Ottolucus was disintegrating into countless firefly-like silvery-gray glows.

At this mont, the stag-headed giants seed to beco the background, bowing their heads to observe the exchange between the two.

“…I see.”

The Grey Celestial Marshal was silent for a long ti, then sighed in relief.

At this mont, she had dissolved to the point of only a head remaining. Her body, disintegrated by Lost Paradise, was no longer enough to sustain her existence for long.

“The number twelve represents hope. The twelve trials of Heracles in the past were prayed for as the light of hope.”

The Grey Celestial Marshal whispered, “You are a nonexistent knight… but was I ever truly existent myself?

“Heracles—no, Sir Quixote.”

The Grey Celestial Marshal revealed a slight smile, “The embryo of doomsday is finally strangled by the umbilical cord of tomorrow… yes, that’s precisely my prophecy, and my expectation for doomsday. No matter what, I wish to reach tomorrow… even if the price is my everything.

“If there is still a chance, let’s et again on the tomorrow of tomorrow. I hope… by then, I can et you in my true form. I hope by then, I need not lie, need not keep secrets. I hope by then, we need not spend only those fleeting two years together…

“As for this current illusory power comparable to a Pillar God—I’ll leave it to you for now. Please take good care of it for … Sir Knight.”

Saying this, the Grey Celestial Marshal looked up at Aiwass, with a face displaying her only sincere smile, “You must win, Aiwass. We shall go ahead first.”

Aiwass silently nodded.

Finally, the Grey Celestial Marshal looked at Don Quixote, her gaze flickered for a mont, then she squinted slightly, revealing a smile.

“So… nice to et you, Mr. Quixote.”

“…Nice to et you, Miss Ottolucus.”

The knight replied.

As soon as the words fell, the Grey Celestial Marshal completely disintegrated into endless dust.

Boundless grey followed the wind, overwhelming Don Quixote.

The light upon Don Quixote grew even more dazzling, and a curtain of light rose in Aiwass’s eyes.

Like smoke, words slowly appeared, as if ink seeping from paper, word by word.

[Great Sin: Illusionary Don Quixote (Adjustnt, Chariot)]

[Level: 50 (Suppressed)]

[Path of Authority, Light Attribute]

[Upright Summon·Twelve Trials (0/12)]

[Requirent: Light 5]

[Instant, Self, Repeat, Continuous Effect]

[Effect: Summon the spiritual body of Paladin Don Quixote. While Don Quixote exists, he takes all damage for all teammates; if this damage destroys Don Quixote, Don Quixote will be permanently destroyed, and Don Quixote will be permanently immune to this type of damage]

[Effect: Reuse to reset Don Quixote in a permanently destroyed state. This effect can be used up to twelve tis]

[Reversed Summoning·Don Quixote]

[Requirent: Light 5]

[Maintain: Light 5 * daily]

[Action, Summon]

[Effect: Summon Greed Beast·Don Quixote to fight for you, Don Quixote is regarded as a summoned creature; while out of combat, Greed Beast·Don Quixote can transform into white mist, entering follow mode; only one Great Sin Beast can exist at a ti]

[Authority: Illusion·Twisted Reality, Lie·Limited Wishing Technique]