Huh? Are they all real?...

In her increasingly cheerful voice.

He pressed down on her hands, which were resting on the piano keys, feeling their addictive coolness, and said:

"No, it's not."

"Hey! This isn't a gift for me?"

Her voice sounded surprised.

He then laughed and said:

"This counts, but it's not all of it; it's just a side effect."

"is it?"

At her own prompting, she pulled her hands away from behind her back.

He left the entire piano in front of him.

Recalling the tune from my memory.

He sat down at the piano with utmost solemnity and said:

"The real gift I'm giving you is a piece of music."

"You made a new instrument for me, and you even prepared a piece of music for me?"

"Yes. But it's all just copying what others have said. I hope you don't mind."

"Ah, another piece of plagiarism I've never seen before, isn't it? It's alright, I don't mind whether it is or not. So, what piece of music did you give me?"

At her urging.

She played the piece that she had been playing and singing to this day, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

Even if you can't see what's behind you.

She knew that the cheerful melody must have made the same joyful expression on her face as she stood behind her.

Until it's all over.

She asked with great curiosity:

"What a beautiful and cheerful tune! What's its name?"

He remained silent, his hands resting motionless on the piano keys.

This unusual behavior seemed to have alerted her to something amiss:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Let's wait until later to decide on the name of this piece."

"Is that so? Okay, if you want."

Although it was strange, she agreed anyway.

Because she would always promise herself.

Like everyone else.

As for the name of this piece of music...

I remember it was at the final farewell.

Only when his entire existence was about to be erased did he speak to her:

"Didn't you ask me the name of that piece of music? Now I can tell you."

In the utterly silent snowfield.

After this piece of music ends.

Moen murmured:

"A letter of farewell."

Why is it a farewell letter?

Because from the moment we met, we were prepared to part ways.

Chapter 438 The One True God (4k)

The weather in the snowfield is unpredictable.

Just moments before, all was silent because of the goddess's singing.

The next moment, a howling north wind blew up right next to Moen's ear.

The cold was enough to completely strip an adult of their body heat within a minute.

Even in such a cruel environment, Moen had to constantly 'rewind' his mind from the previous moment.

After a long while, having finished reminiscing, Moen lowered his head and gave a bitter smile:

"What a bitterly cold place."

Many memories are still hazy, but Moen vaguely recalls his main purpose here.

That is to give such a cruel world a qualified ruler.

Although it is a fragmented and erroneous history.

But the embers of civilization still flicker on the vast snowfield, faint yet tenacious.

Survivors who crawled out of the ruins knelt between their shattered faith and hope, clasped their hands together, and murmured softly.

Breath turned into white mist, mingling with the wind and snow, as if offering a final prayer to a departing deity.

The cold wind howls, yet it cannot extinguish the glimmer of civilization—humanity's yearning for rebirth and redemption, and its devout anticipation of divine intervention.

In this frozen world, the flame of life has never been extinguished, awaiting only a divine decree to ignite a new dawn.

I cannot respond, nor can I open the door.

so.

Did you choose her?

O primordial above.

“I’m really not a human being.”

The first time, Moen didn't even have the idea of ​​climbing that mountain.

Because he was too scared to go up.

I dare not look at that poor girl who, from the moment she was chosen, was destined to be forever banished here.

No wonder he gave her a "Letter of Farewell".

Because it really was from the moment we met that we were already planning our parting.

For the first time, Moen, who had almost never stopped moving, stood still.

A sense of melancholy filled his heart.

This even made Moen begin to doubt what kind of person he really was.

-

The sacred mountain mentioned by the seven kingdoms, the ancient Babylon.

The central courtyard was built to replace the goddess who had secluded herself and continue to maintain order in the Seven Kingdoms.

The Grand Lord of Midgard was warming his hands by the campfire.

Beside him was only the unfortunate Mr. Conan Heather, who had been stuck there the whole time.

After staring for a long time, Mr. Conan couldn't help but ask:

"Do you get cold too?"

Upon hearing this, the Grand Lord of Midgard couldn't help but laugh.

Laughter etched lines on his face; he had never suffered a defeat in his life, so only time could leave its mark on him.

"According to your understanding, I am not afraid. However, for me, I am very afraid."

"Do you know, stranger, that fire has a very special meaning for us?"

Mr. Conan strongly agreed.

In a world made of ice and snow, fire, which keeps people warm and sustains life, naturally has a very important role to play.

But to Mr. Conan's great surprise, this old man, who had become the de facto ruler of this world ever since the goddess sealed off Highgarden, actually said to him:

"Fire is the power of evil, the seed of heresy that tempts people to fall."

???

This answer left Mr. Conan completely dumbfounded.

No, you, a civilization living in icy wastelands, are saying that the flame that guarantees the survival of civilization is a heretical force?

It seems to be a bit of a reversal of the Heavenly Stems and Gods.

This was Mr. Conan's only idea.

The great lord explained calmly:

"You seem surprised. Yes, it should be the force that sustains civilization, so why is it the seed of heresy?"

"It's very simple. Fire is not necessary for us. We are the people blessed by the harsh winter. The cold winter cannot shake us."

Ah, that's true. I heard that the main route here is indeed the Winter Passage.

In this way, it seems surprisingly reasonable that fire, which is opposed to winter, is heretical.

"But the serious thing is that as civilization has multiplied, people have gradually moved to distant places and taken root there. The power of winter can no longer protect all of us."

"Therefore, we have no choice but to accept the seeds of heresy as a force for maintaining survival and order."

At this point, the Grand Lord suddenly changed the subject, looking at Mr. Conan and smiling:

"However, these are all official statements."

Mr. Conan looked at the Grand Lord strangely and said:

"Is there another reason?"

"It is true that fire is needed, but if fire is indeed a heretical power, we will never use it under any circumstances. Because that represents danger."

"You've confused me. If that's not a heretical force, why would you want it? Um, is it some kind of religious consideration?"

It seems reasonable that the sects of the Winter Path reject fire out of faith.

"No, it's just to cover up the truth. Although our civilization was shattered in the war, if we don't conceal it, the truth might still be discovered, making people aware of a fact that is far too cruel for ordinary people."

"They might even try to rewrite their own destiny because of this."

"And to awaken that world-destroying fire."

Is this person telling me about that great battle from back then?

Realizing what the Great Lord was talking about, Mr. Conan immediately perked up.

If he can get these messages back, he will surely receive a very generous reward.

"According to you, since people outside are already searching for our lost world, it means that you know our world is incomplete."

Mr. Conan said after careful consideration:

"About the same."

"But these are truths that almost no one in our world knows. I am blessed by God and have lived to this day, and I still remember everything from back then."

"Of course, what I know is insignificant compared to the truth of this world. But that's alright. I just need to know what I have to do."

Mr. Conan couldn't help but feel a little impatient as he watched the Grand Lord of Midgard speaking so eloquently.

He really wanted to ask if they could stop teasing him, but he didn't dare.

Fortunately, the other party didn't keep rambling on and on.

He quickly said to Mr. Conan: