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Cats are only willing to sleep next to the people closest to them, because even when they are sleeping soundly, the smell of close people can give cats a sense of security.

Rast stood quietly beside the amber coffin, staring at the girl in the coffin.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everything went back to three years ago...

In the palace shrouded in the setting sun, a girl in a long dress was lazily leaning on the throne, her long ice-blue hair softly draped behind the throne.

Behind her, Rast, who had just entered the royal city as a waiter, was reciting stories from a fairy tale book while combing Her Majesty the Queen's floor-length hair with a wooden comb.

The ice-blue hair reflects the crystal light in the sunset, and time is frozen here, engraved into a timeless photo.

Now three years have passed, and everything has changed dramatically... The once unknown servant has become the revered King of Paradise, while the girl with ice-blue hair is sleeping in the abyss, forgotten by the world.

At that time I thought it was just an ordinary thing, but there will never be another evening like that again.

Rast stood in front of the amber coffin for a long time.

After a long time, he looked away again.

Then, using his hand as a knife, he plunged it into his left chest.

Amidst the splattering blood and broken flesh, the crystal star cup and the illusory holy grail materialized at the same time.

In an instant, a trace of paleness appeared on Rast's face.

The heart was pierced, and the Holy Grail and the Star Grail, which were the source of Rast's power at the moment, were also stripped away.

If it weren't for the inherent skill of "Pale Body" that made the torso devoid of vital organs, Last would have lost the ability to move by now.

However, his hand movements remained steady.

He lifted up the Holy Grail and the Star Grail at the same time and placed them on the cold amber coffin.

The next moment.

The starlight shattered.

Then, it turned into a gentle warm current and merged into the coffin where the girl was sleeping without any hindrance.

This queen with long ice-blue hair was the perfect vessel chosen by the old god of death for herself.

At this moment, Rast returned the Star Cup, which he had collected with great difficulty and represented the authority of God, and the Holy Grail, which represented the crystallization of the power of faith and the prototype of the kingdom of God... to the girl sleeping in the coffin.

This was Noah's plan.

Using Helen as bait, the will of the old god of death was revived in her.

Then use the arrangements prepared in advance to usurp the power of the throne.

"Then, let's get started."

Rast's words vanished on the wind above.

"The final... ritual."

Chapter 153: That is the story after the fairy tale ending (two in one)

Akshia had a very long dream.

In the dream, she was not Queen Helen of the Underworld, nor was she Axia, the night traveler.

She was a country girl who was born into a small noble family on the border and dreamed of becoming an adventurer since she was a child.

On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she secretly slipped away from home and began her journey across the continent as an adventurer...

On the way, the girl met a boy with black hair and black eyes who had dreamed of becoming a knight since childhood. So the two formed a team of adventurers and began to travel together.

Together, they had climbed the most majestic snow-capped peaks, and on a ship, witnessed the deepest and most oppressive whirlpool in the sunless sea...

They had conversed with nomadic barbarians in the vast wilderness, and witnessed the glorious kingdom built by the dwarves underground in the depths of the dark mountains...

So, naturally, the boy and the girl gradually fell in love during their journey...

Until they fell in love and got married.

They built a small wooden house in the depths of a secluded forest, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the two of them lived happily ever after.

This is a story recorded in a fairy tale book called "Silver Wing Chronicles". The only difference is that the protagonist of the fairy tale has changed.

It wasn't the original male and female protagonists in the book... but Akxia herself and the black-haired, black-eyed boy.

The story should have ended here, just like the ending of all fairy tales - the princess and the prince lived happily together forever.

Ending in such a place, anyone would sigh with emotion and congratulate everyone.

but--

Akshia's dream has not ended and is still going on.

That was a story that was not written in the fairy tale book "Silver Wing Chronicles", and it happened after the two of them had a happy ending...

The girl who was born in a small town and dreamed of becoming an adventurer was actually the reincarnation of an ancient evil god who brought devastating disaster to the continent a hundred years ago.

As long as it exists in the world, it will bring plague and disaster to the entire world, killing millions of lives.

And now, the will of that evil god is resurrecting in the girl's body...

Devouring Axia's humanity bit by bit.

……

The originally warm orange-red dream was shattered, replaced by a pitch-black darkness.

Akshia felt like she was in the middle of a boundless, vast snowstorm.

The deep darkness spread out, without a trace of light, and I could not see the way forward or the direction clearly.

The thinly dressed girl was walking in the snow.

The extraordinary power that once supported her to become the queen of the underworld was no longer felt.

At this moment, she was no different from an ordinary girl who was powerless.

Until all her strength was exhausted, Akshia staggered and fell to her knees in the snow.

Thousands of snowflakes eroded her body, turning into a bone-chilling cold that deprived her of body temperature bit by bit.

Her body was getting colder and colder. The blizzard took away not only her body temperature, but also Akshia's life flame, which was as flickering as a candle in the wind.

The flame of life dimmed little by little in the snowstorm.

The body's perception collapsed, first the hands and feet became numb, then the torso.

Until the end, even consciousness and memory were being taken away.

The few precious images in her memory were like a dream bubble, gradually swallowed up by the bone-chilling darkness of the blizzard.

In the undestroyed palace, under the warm sunshine, I met that young man for the first time...

In the dark and long night without stars, by the dim candlelight, I listened to the gently narrated bedtime story...

Wearing sheepskin boots, I carefully avoided the patrolling maids and caught a glimpse of the blue sky after the rain...

In the drizzling rain, riding in a carriage through the streets dyed red by the setting sun, the distance between the two hearts became closer than ever before in the silence...

And that day on a cliff in the suburbs, under the blazing sunlight, the girl confessed her feelings to the boy...

Everything is falling apart.

Sincere emotions, irreplaceable precious memories...

Everything was tainted with the icy temperature of the biting wind and snow, and was about to be swallowed up by the pitch-black nothingness.

That endless darkness is the will of the evil god that is resurrecting in Axia.

The boundless blizzard around her represents the evil god's will eroding Axia, and the flame that she desperately protects, like a candle in the wind... represents Axia's self.

When the flickering flame, like a candle in the wind, was completely extinguished, her humanity was completely devoured, and the devil truly awakened in her body.

That is the supreme ancient god, and the human self is as humble as dust before Him.

"Last..."

The girl's faint call drifted in the wind and snow.

All the memories have become blurry, even the face of the black-haired boy has faded.

Even though he had been pierced by the blood-stained blade, the cold touch and pain seemed to still echo in his body.

But Akshia still kept repeating this name, a name that she did not want to forget even at the end of her life.

Because she still remembered the divination that the petite girl in the hooded cloak had made for her when she was traveling with Rast that day.

And the fate of himself and Luster as predicted by divination.

She knew very well that so-called divination was mostly a trick to fool people, and she also understood that the fortune teller of unknown origin could not be trusted.

However, Akxia still firmly believed in the result of the divination, unconditionally.

After learning the truth of everything, learning the fact of betrayal, and perhaps having her self-consciousness devoured by the true master of the underworld, the self named "Axia" still prayed for the unattainable happiness and beauty in her last moments before death.

……

Deep in the abyss, there is the Tower of Babel that reaches to the sky.

On the high platform, next to the amber coffin, the Holy Grail and the Star Grail had completely melted, and the broken starlight was like liquid, slowly flowing between the inner and outer layers of the coffin.

Then, the flowing starlight and the solidified dusk intertwined and blended into one.

The originally small coffin suddenly expanded and turned into an ice coffin that was several times more magnificent and huge than before.

It still maintained the shape of a coffin, but carried with it a vast aura of oppression... as if it was not the coffin of the deceased, but the frozen throne that nurtured the rebirth of a god.

In fact, this is not an illusion.

The Star Cup and the Holy Grail respectively represent faith and authority, two of the three elements of godhood.

And at this moment, Axia in the coffin, as the perfect container of the hybrid of human and god, her very existence already represents the final element of "the flesh and blood of God".

The last key was completed, and the last dusty bronze door on the ancient road leading to the underworld was opened at this moment.

then--

It means.

A complete god is completed at this moment.

The former god of death is about to return to the world in his complete form.

……

In the overflowing light, in the translucent ice coffin—

You can vaguely see a girl with long ice-blue hair silently raising her upper body from the coffin, like a puppet that had been abandoned for a long time and was picked up and wound up again.

She slowly opened her eyes which had been closed.

At this moment, those dark purple eyes burst into a red-gold light, like flowing lava.

The dark darkness in the depths of the abyss was illuminated as brightly as day at this moment.

"This is the moment when the Yellow Springs Road is opened up again."

In the distance, Noah's embodiment of fertility also cast a concerned glance.

This is the first time a new god has been born since the mysteries receded and the Age of Gods ended.

Of course, it's been so long—

The long time of several epochs is enough to consume the remaining power in the remains of the god of death to only one tenth of it.

Even if the ascension ceremony was completed again, the power of the god of death who was reborn in human form was just a drop in the ocean compared to a true god in his prime.

For Noah, who can be considered ancient in legends, a newborn god who only has the authority and divinity of a god but whose power is less than one percent of that in its heyday is still completely within the controllable range.

This is exactly the purpose of Noah's trip, besides eliminating the shore guards.

The revived soul and consciousness of an old god...are of great value even to the gravekeepers.

After all, most of the remaining gods are hiding on the threshold of the blazing sky at this moment.

Outside the world on the threshold of the Blazing Sky is a realm that can only be set foot by mythical creatures who are rejected by the laws of this era. Even for the gravekeepers, there are many secrets and unknowns.

Being able to capture the remnant soul of an old god will undoubtedly allow one to glimpse many top-secret information of the divine realm.

……