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

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　"We want to change something, at least to stop them from living such a miserable life..."

　Pitiful.

　A kitten tied to a tree.

　Change...

　Why change?

　So, on a moonlit night, Ivramis asked Aurora:

　"Why do you want to go out? If your destiny is to be a small tree here, then what's the point of going outside?"

　"significance?"

　Aurora looked at Ivramis and tilted her head slightly:

　"Because we think so! What's the point of having meaning?"

　"Want...? I don't understand." Ivramis thought for a moment and shook her head. "Do you mean... desire?"

　Do gods also have desires? Isn't that something only mortals have?

　"Not really? It's just an idea..."

　Aurora gently stroked her chin.

　"Well... Actually, I can't really explain it, I just feel... I want to help them, I want to see the world..."

　I want to see the world...

　eager...

　"You desire freedom?" Ivramis blurted out subconsciously.

　In the evening breeze, on the cliff, she once listened to a giant dragon expressing its heart.

　"Yes! Little Star, you understand me better!"

　Aurora hugged Ivramis and gently rubbed her face.

　Ivramis looked at the happy girl expressionlessly and said softly:

　"But why do we need freedom? If all living beings were given a predetermined vocation from the beginning, and acted according to their mission, wouldn't that be better? If the fate of all living beings were predetermined, and all destinies converged in a fixed direction, wouldn't there be no suffering then?"

　This is what the String Painter said, and Ivramis agreed with it deeply. This was the truth that was instilled in her.

　"But how boring would that world be?"

　Aurora tilted her head.

　"I just like to watch the tracks left by the wind as it blows through the trees every day... The tracks are different every time, sometimes it's like rain, sometimes it's like snow."

　“If these trajectories become exactly the same,

　What’s the point?”

　"Every time we visit the cafe, Sister Carly cooks dishes with subtle differences in heat. The coffee she makes for us is sometimes more fragrant, sometimes sweeter. Even though it feels like she's perfunctory, each change is also a new attempt and experience, isn't it?"

　"If it all becomes the same, what's the point?"

　"I don't quite understand..." Ivramis said honestly, "A predetermined fate...is more stable, isn't it?"

　"What's the point of staying the same? Change is what's fun," Aurora raised her head. "For example, my sister made some avocado coffee a few days ago. Although the name sounds dark, it actually tastes great!"

　"If my sister's fate is to always make regular coffee, will we never be able to drink avocado coffee?"

　She paused, looked at Ivramis again, and said softly:

　"If the stars' paths were always stable, would I never meet you, and you never meet me?"

　Above the sea of flowers, the night wind blows and the stars shine brightly.

　Ivramis raised her head and looked out at the sky from the sea of flowers. The starlight was so gentle.

　In her hometown, even with barriers blocking the view, the starlight is still dazzling.

　Here, it's different.

　And Ivramis knew why.

　Because of flowers.

　The intelligent wind bathes the sea of flowers and dispels the madness.

　Subconsciously, Ivramis whispered:

　"If there is a possibility... an existence... it will make the stars no longer chaotic, make everything orderly, make everything stable..."

　"Will you be sad then?"

　"How can there be such a thing?"

　Aurora smiled softly:

　"Silly little star, there's no such thing. Even if there is, the picture you described won't be realized."

　"why?"

　"Because, who defines order?"

　Aurora tilted her head, and a faint sense of unease welled up in Ivramis's heart.

　yes...

　Who decides what the concept of order is?

　If the current small garden is chaotic...

　Who defines order?

　The string painter?

　Is what He defines... the correct order?

　If His essence is also chaotic... No, His essence is chaotic, and He is also ineffable.

　Could the order He defines be nothing more than chaos on another level?

　A prison without free will...

　Caged bird.

　moonlight.

　"But even if something like what you described were to appear, we would resist it fiercely."

　Aurora raised her head and blocked out the starry sky with her hands.

　Ivramis was stunned and said:

　"That thing must be very powerful. Do you dare to resist?"

　"Of course, I'm fearless." Aurora raised her chin.

　"Even if that means... moths to flames?"

　"Like a moth to a flame, it is like perishing in confusion."

　Aurora gave Ivramis a bright smile.

　Ivramis's mouth opened slightly and then closed gently.

　Moths fly into the flame.

　Free will.

　After a long time, under the starlight, the girl spoke softly:

　"Shall I cook for you?"

　Under the moonlight, the angel's heart asked fate:

　Who defines freedom?

　Interlude) World (Part 3) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　The days in the sea of flowers pass faster and faster.

　For Evelamis, she can stay as long as she wants. After all, she is currently projected into the future. No matter when she goes back, for Lucifer and the four archangels waiting behind her, she has only been away for a moment.

　Originally, Ivramis planned to spend more time studying Aurora, this small tree of life, to see how to use her power to take the flower away.

　But slowly, Ivramis found that her original intention had changed.

　The conversation that night always lingered in her ears. She kept thinking about the look on Aurora's face when she looked at the stars. There seemed to be something in that look that was not in her world.

　That kind of thing seemed to be what the Dark Moon Dragon longed for that day on the cliff.

　But Evelamis still didn't understand.

　Does it really make sense to fight against the predetermined tide of fate and end up like a moth to a flame?

　You only need to live your life peacefully according to your mission, so why should you care about unimportant things?

　free...

　What is freedom?

　Isn’t flying in the sky freedom?

　Breathing, isn’t that freedom?

　So what are they longing for?

　Whose face is carved on the statues they worship?

　Ivramis's perspective on Aurora changed.

　She didn't seem to care much about how she took the flower away. She wanted to get an answer from Aurora, an answer that the Dark Moon Dragon knew but she didn't.

　Just like that, time flies.

　It was a morning, and Ivramis watched from afar as Aurora chatted with the little flowers beside the tree roots.

　She saw Aurora stretch out her hand, and a faint green light lingered among the sea of flowers, tinting the outlines of the small flowers with a layer of emerald green light.

　Then she saw

　Something seemed to have separated from those little flowers.

　Intelligence.

　Flowers are the origin of Hafjargaard and the foundation of the power that enables this race to carry authority.

　Before Hafgard was born from the sea of flowers, those flowers did not have much consciousness, but more instinct.

　And Aurora...seems to be able to communicate with those little flowers...

　The authority of the tree of life...is this it?

　Ivramis recalled her own world, which symbolized the authority of life.

　Bright sunlight and shadows.

　The authority of the Golden Sun.

　The sun nourishes the creatures on the Shepherd Star and gives them life.

　Therefore, to play the Shepherd Star String within the range of that planet, only the scorching sunlight and shadow are needed.