Huh? Are they all real?...

The armor was cold and had almost no temperature.

But that incredibly real feeling gave the goddess endless warmth.

It's true, he's back.

Moen, without saying a word, took the goddess's hand and placed it on his helmet.

The goddess, who had just been in perfect harmony with him, was now a little apprehensive, wondering if she had misunderstood his meaning.

This must be because he wanted to remove his helmet himself.

But what if I'm wrong?

Because she had lost her for so long, the goddess, now that she had found her again, became anxious and insecure about everything.

The goddess who once dared to rebel against the madness of the Blood Moon was now as timid as a kitten.

However, with Moen's silent encouragement, the goddess still removed Moen's helmet.

It wasn't like the Vlad she remembered; he wasn't even a vampire, but a human. But that didn't matter; this was him!

The soul is the essence; the body is merely a shell.

"You've changed a lot."

The goddess carefully held the helmet to her chest with one hand, while her other hand kept stroking Moen's face.

She wanted to memorize that face as quickly as possible, even though she had already memorized it at first glance.

Moen then took her hand and placed it on his cheek, slowly tilting his head to lean closer. Looking at the goddess before him, Moen said:

"Yes, I've changed a lot, but thankfully, I still want to have another sip of your homemade red borscht, just like before!"

Red borscht, this is what the Blood Saintess held when she first met the Piercer Zebes.

The goddess from the Dark Moon still remembers that day.

Because she was disliked by everyone and was always criticized for all sorts of trivial matters, she could only hide quietly in the temple, where she could have a little time to herself.

To celebrate this rare freedom, she cooked herself a pot of red borscht.

This is the only food she knows how to cook, because it's the food she's seen most often and is the simplest.

Despite being a Blood Saintess, she only finds freedom when hiding in a temple that everyone avoids.

Despite finally having the freedom she had always longed for, all she wanted to do was make herself a bowl of red borscht to celebrate.

This prompted Moen, who had been quietly watching from behind the statue, to come out with a wry smile.

Moen's appearance undoubtedly greatly frightened the saintess.

But after a moment, realizing he wasn't their saintess, she didn't cry for help. Instead, she tentatively raised her soup pot and asked:

"Would you like to try some? I've been cooking it for a long time!"

To be honest, that was the strangest thing Moen had ever encountered, and the strangest girl he had ever met.

But what else could Moen do?

Is it right to reject the already limited kindness of a poor young girl?

Of course not.

The soup tasted wonderful, just like her fragrance, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

She is not a bloodthirsty person, but rather a very rare anomaly who does not need to drink blood, so her body scent is very special.

Upon hearing Moen's words, the goddess, with tears in her eyes, laughed through her tears:

"I'll go back and make it for you right away, forever and ever, as long as you want, I'll make it for you every day!"

Finally, the overwhelming emotion of regaining what was lost erupted, and unable to contain himself any longer, he immediately embraced his goddess.

"I'd give up anything for you, as long as you never leave my side again. So please, please stay with me forever!"

"My king! I love you, I can't lose you again!"

Feeling the goddess's surging emotions and outpouring, Moen also wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't worry, I've come back this time to make up for my mistakes!"

At this tender moment, a giant sword, its gold and black tinged with pure white, silently emerged from behind Moen.

From a young age, Aurora was able to easily obtain everything because of her looks and family background.

Therefore, she cannot bear the thought of not being able to have something!

Because she has always been gaining, she understands loss as simply a means to gain something better.

She wouldn't take risks because, before today, she had never needed to.

How could someone who can become a god not know what striving and hard work are?

So, she used her power quietly.

She can't directly charm a goddess or a king, but she can charm the space itself.

This is the end of the Pure White Path. She can bewitch even death, and naturally she can bewitch space, which is also inanimate.

She did leave, but she can certainly come back at any time.

This was her carefully prepared, deadly strike.

Not at the moment of departure, nor at the instant of departure, but when the two supreme beings, finally reunited, were immersed in their own tenderness!

Even this fatal blow was not intended to kill Moen or the goddess.

Instead, it pierced Moen's body, destroying the last seal.

Seek stability while taking risks, and take risks while seeking stability.

Only those who understand how to combine the two can go far enough in the extraordinary world.

But they were facing Moen.

Moen already knew the bitter consequences of carelessly administering anesthesia!

The expected sound of flesh being pierced did not occur.

Instead, a deafening clang of metal clashing filled the air.

The sword-shaped spear, which had been unused since it was retrieved from the goddess, finally came in handy.

It blocked the opponent's giant sword with a backhand strike from Moen.

Before the sturdy spear shaft could be severed by that immense force, it was deflected down the spear shaft in a very clever manner.

And finally, he used the hilt of the sword to directly deflect the giant sword from the opponent's hand.

Although a new giant sword came again, this time Moen didn't need to stop it.

A snow-white arm gripped the other's knife.

In the goddess's extreme rage, the blade was crushed.

Pure white is not the way to victory; dark moon is!

Seeing her failed sneak attack, Aurora, as the king retreated, tightly embraced her king and said with fierce eyes:

"Then it is as you said."

"King versus king."

"God against God!"

She may not be good at fighting, but that doesn't mean she's doomed to lose today!

What Aurora couldn't understand was that the other person's eyes were full of pity.

"Aurora, you've already lost!"

The king, who had left the enemy with his own god, finally collapsed to his knees, unable to hold on any longer.

Only then did Aurora realize that the broken sword-shaped spear had pierced her king's heart directly through his abdomen.

“Aurora, this should have pierced your head and neck.”

After parrying the opponent's giant blade, Moen thrust his spear toward Aurora, whose eyes were filled with the dark moon.

But at the last moment, the towering king raised his body and blocked the fatal blow aimed at the goddess.

This weapon severely injured Blood Moon. If it were to pierce Aurora, the pure white goddess, who is far less resistant to damage than Blood Moon, would certainly not be able to withstand it.

Unable to tolerate the sneak attack, Dark Moon wanted to step forward and end it all once and for all.

But Moen stopped her and shook his head slightly at her.

This indicates that everything is over.

In a brief silence, Darkmoon retreated behind Moen.

On the towering king, Aurora was still trying to heal her king. Without her king, she would completely lose the possibility of confronting the Dark Moon.

Together, Dark Moon and Moon King sent away two powerful combinations of gods and kings.

How could a weapon that could be severely damaged even by a blood moon be so easily healed?

The towering king shook his head, stopping the pure white goddess.

He knew his fate; he had guessed it the moment Aurora arrived.

She will not give up, but she is no match for the hero who ended two eras.

Her life has been so smooth that she can't even see herself clearly.

So the only thing he wanted to change was to let Aurora live!

After glancing at Moen, who was holding onto Darkmoon.

He spoke his first words to the pure white goddess on his body:

"Live on, live on for me."

There was no intense emotion involved, just a word of advice.

This sudden remark stunned Aurora.

For a long time, her capital was merely a silent listener.

Listen quietly, and then do everything quietly.

So she chose him as her king in an attempt to escape the terrible curse.

This was the first thing he said to himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll heal you, and we'll go home together!"

"Adela is still waiting for us to come home!"

Aurora seemed to realize something and visibly panicked.

But her king laughed, and then, to Aurora's astonishment, gripped the spear and thrust it in forcefully.

This time, the departure of the king is irreversible.

Because of him, Aurora knew very well that the only way to get her to leave in this situation was through his death.

This was even what Aurora had hoped for.

When she saw her king fall, she knew she had lost completely. But she wanted to live.

But how can we survive?

The answer is simple: I've already lost my king, what more do you want?

Watching the king face his death with equanimity, Aurora wanted to cry to show the two supreme beings opposite her, but she found that she couldn't cry.

He couldn't even move, just staring blankly at the king lying in front of him.

She thought she would feel relieved at this moment, but she didn't. All she felt was an overwhelming rage that she had never expected to experience.

She wanted to stand up and make the two people in front of her pay with their lives.

But she couldn't stand up, not out of fear, but because of her king's first and last words to her.

'Live on, live on for me.'

If you truly don't love him, why would you choose him as your king?