The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"As the elder sister, the White Angel thinks about her lovely brother day and night. She can't help but wonder if her brother has eaten well, if he has rested well, and if he is afraid of flying in the dark every day..."

　"These two... forever chasing each other... never able to meet..."

　"And...will never be separated..."

　Perlis opened her eyes and looked at this world at the end of the Age of Gods for the last time.

　There was a roar in the distance, but she no longer had the energy to watch. Before it dissipated, her gaze finally fell on the young man's face.

　"Your name is?"

　"My name is Arcadis Thane," the young man murmured softly, "Thank you for your story. I will pass it on..."

　The moment he pronounced her name, Perlis suddenly felt that everything became clear.

　Ah...Arcades Thane...

　The first archbishop of the Xinghai Church, later renamed Arcadius von Academi...

　Two thousand years later, his descendant, Roberts Thane, also served as the Archbishop of the Star Sea Church and wrote the story of the White Angel into a fairy tale book...

　This story comes from the Roberts family tradition...from Arcadis...from me...and from Roberts...

　History is a cycle, with cause and effect linked together, and everything is already predetermined.

　"Boring..." Perlis murmured, "This is boring..."

　Is free will really just a joke under historical inevitability?

　Perlis fell face down on the beach, and the crimson light instantly destroyed her form - the power of the red moon completely destroyed her projection in this instant.

　She felt everything in front of her gradually dissipate, and at the same time, her connection with the world was broken.

　""

　""

　""

　I opened my eyes and felt the breeze with the fragrance of flowers blowing across my cheeks.

　Perlis looked up and found herself curled up in the arms of the King of the Ivory Tower, with a sea of ​​pure white flowers rippling around her.

　"Eh...?" Perlis rubbed her eyes sleepily, "Red Moon..."

　"The moonlight can't reach you, so I'm holding an umbrella for you," the poet chuckled at the girl in his arms, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

　Perlis stretched, then stood up with the poet's help and took a deep breath.

　"He was just a little bit away from influencing my fate," Perlis muttered. "How close it was."

　"Yes, yes." Icahn Geller nodded.

　Perlis looked up at the poet and puffed out her cheeks:

　"...Why did you come here to protect me?"

　"Why do you say that? Protecting your child is something every parent does," Wang said, sounding hurt, but with a slight smile on his face. "Although with the help of the sea of ​​flowers, you'll probably be able to compete with Scarlet Moon, I still hope you can take it easy."

　"Well...it's not easy this time..."

　Pearlis gently stroked the small flowers on the edge of her skirt with her hand, her expression calm.

　She recounted everything she had experienced to the king of the ivory tower, who listened quietly with a smile on his face.

　"So, you've verified a lot of your conjectures, haven't you?" Icahn Gellert said softly after listening. "The power of time travel, the chain of cause and effect, and the self-correction of history—any one of these could be a separate discipline in the cosmology of the High Heavens."

　"Perhaps," Perlis nodded, "but I'm not a scholar."

　Ultimately, all Perlis did was for Aurora's safety.

　Assuming that the invisible mist really breaks through the cracks in time and two identical gods appear at the same time, what kind of chain reaction will be triggered?

　Hard to predict.

　In addition, Perlis also verified one thing during this trip——

　——The fate controlled by the Red Moon is not a fate at the grand level.

　What he controls is still cause and effect, but during the Golden Dawn incident, his power affected the entire planet through the Star Sea Goddess, bringing all things within the scope of cause and effect that he can control.

　On that small planet, the Red Moon can indeed be called the true god of destiny.

　However, He is Chaos Blind, and for now, it seems that Aurora is safe until He gains Gnosis.

　"Maybe I should take a break," Perlis rubbed her eyes, "I'm so tired..."

　"Go back quickly, Carly has been waiting for you for a long time."

　The poet chuckled and snapped his fingers, and a door appeared in the sea of ​​flowers.

　"She was very worried and came to see you several times."

　These words warmed Perlis's heart. She nodded slightly and waved to the poet:

　"Bye, and...thank you..."

　"What are you thanking me for? Thanks to you for letting me cut my hair short so I didn't trip over myself when I went out today."

　The poet rubbed Perlis's head, waved his hand, and turned into petals in the wind.

　Pearlis smiled slightly, opened the door of the cafe and walked in.

　As soon as she entered, she was hugged tightly - Carly had been waiting at the door for a long time, looking worried.

　"Little White Flower, are you okay?" She held it for a while and then began to check it non-stop.

　"It's okay, it's okay," Perlis smiled softly.

　I’m really fine.”

　Carly ignored her and looked her up and down carefully before grabbing her shoulders with both hands:

　"Are you feeling unwell? Why are you working so hard again? I was so worried!"

　"I didn't try too hard, everything is under control~"

　"Tough mouth!"

　Carly hugged Pearlis in her arms and kissed her on the lips.

　Soft.

　It took a long time for the two to separate. Perlis leaned her head against Carly's shoulder and rubbed it:

　"Is the coffee ready?"

　"Take a shower first!" Carly said unhappily, picking Perlis up. "The connection between the cafe and that world has been severed, so you won't have anything to do from now on. I'll punish you by making you sleep in bed for three Ersa days and not leaving the house for a week."

　“…That’s too much.”

　"Just be happy, you little fool."

　For three days, Perlis stayed in bed obediently.

　There was no way. When Carly's request was so strong, it was impossible for Paris to violate it.

　Sometimes it's hard to tell who is the god and who is the follower...

　""

　There was no other way, so Perlis just read books in bed for three days, which was good for both her mind and body.

　After she and Hongyue fought so hard, there was no way to bring the cafe close to that world again in a short time. She needed some time to recover.

　Hmm… having books to read… having a maid to cook for you… and even a pillow to cuddle with at night! Who wouldn’t yearn for such a life?

　Well... although most of the time it is used as a pillow...

　Perlis sighed. She had finished reading another epic poem about the war in the borderland world, so she put the book aside and picked up another one.

　But when her eyes fell on the book cover, she frowned slightly;

　"'3,600 Fairy Tales of the Citadel: Mythology'...?"

　Did I bring this book back too? Perlis muttered, flipping open the cover of the book.

　Her eyes fell on the story of the Day Angel and the Night Angel, and suddenly, a faint white light spread out.

　Hidden messages emerge from this story.

　"...Thank you..."

　"...Be a...good sister..."

　Along with those words, unusual spiritual power movements were heard in the air.

　A small white symbol appeared.

　Perlis stopped the cafe from destroying the anomaly. She reached out and grabbed the symbol.

　A sense of connection rose within her.

　Could it be that...

　Perlis opened her eyes, got up from the bed and faced the sea of ​​flowers.

　With the connection provided by the white angel, Perlis once again felt that the world was within reach.

　It was so...

　Perlis sighed softly and smiled faintly:

　"You're a good sister."

　Perhaps, the White Angel also didn't want the world that his younger brother longed to protect to disappear easily.

　Thus, her gift drifted along with her thoughts, from the Age of Gods to two thousand years later.

　It was the time when the battle of Akashina Town ended.

　This gift is the divine skeleton of the white angel.

　She used her bones to call upon the stars, summoning a great pure white flame to descend.

　"I'll be more cautious."

　Perlis closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the complex patterns of the "ink bottle" and the "abstract flower" were rotating in her pupils.

　Her sight instantly passed through the stars, and pure white flames formed her shadow, quietly igniting in a corner of that small world.

　"Crash..."

　""

　The sound of waves and wind.

　When Perlis opened her eyes, she saw the familiar beach—the beach where the white angel turned into daylight.

　This place is almost exactly the same as it was at the end of the Age of Gods. The only difference is perhaps the presence of several whale oil factories on the distant coastline.

　Perlis came into this world again, with a brand new projection.

　""

　The light ice blue receded with the tide. Perlis raised her head and saw only two clouds floating above the clear sky.

　The cloud was shaped like two white doves, chasing each other carefree.

　""

　Looking at the two clouds, Perlis smiled faintly.

　Sister, what a wonderful identity.

　Care...Educate...Watch over...

　And sacrifice...

　Perhaps free will is not a figment of historical inevitability, simply because people have the ability to make choices.

　Every choice means a series of butterfly effects.

　Cause and effect can be manipulated, but noble souls never succumb.

　"alright..."

　Perlis took a step, left the wet beach, and once again walked towards this world bound by the silk thread of God.