Huh? Are they all real?...

Holy Lance instinctively raised his gun.

The witch then pressed down on her hand and asked Aurora:

Why did you come here?

Aurora, who had already walked up to them, looked at them and said:

"I promised my king I would live. So I will choose the path most likely to save my life, and that is to join you!"

On the vampire tower, Aurora, who finally realized that she had lost everything, finally understood that the woman she loved had not only lost everything.

He also trapped his entire life in his lover's last words—to live on, to live for himself!

That was love, and that was a curse!

An incomparably heavy curse of love!

"You seem to have misunderstood something. Even if you join us, there is no hope. We have no chance of defeating the Creator."

Aurora said seriously:

Even so, you are still our greatest hope!

"Don't worry, I won't betray you unless the Creator says I can live."

"I understand, Lady Aurora."

Since things had come to this point, the witch accepted Aurora's joining on behalf of all of them.

Unexpectedly, the two people they thought were least likely to join actually joined them.

As the atmosphere gradually eased, Adela, who had been following behind her mother, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, he immediately froze on the spot.

He noticed that his hand had unconsciously risen up. And there, without him even realizing it, a comical clown mask had appeared on his palm.

"Mother!"

In her immense terror, Adela instinctively called out to her mother.

Fortunately, Aurora and the other Supreme Beings all looked over at the sound.

Unfortunately, they seemed to make no move to intervene and completely ignored what was happening.

"Wait, wait! Mother! Save me, save me!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die like this for no reason! Save me, Mother!"

The clown mask, drawing ever closer, slowly and irresistibly landed on his face.

Adela's panicked cries for help came to an abrupt end.

Adela, whose entire face was covered by a clown mask, stretched her body a bit.

Suddenly, he knelt on one knee, his left arm arcing like a swan's neck, his right leg flipping upside down like a whirlwind, and the red lips on the mask stretched to his ears, as if the mask had completely become his face.

Finally, Adela deftly flung off a rainbow-colored sock boot, and, having somehow changed from a full suit of armor into a clown costume, delivered a comical gesture as the bell on her hat jingled and hit her nose.

Looking at him like this, Esteo said:

"Clown, I always thought you were fucking dead, but I never expected you to still be alive. So, are you joining us now?"

Because nobody knew whether he was still alive or not, the clown and his companions were unable to contact him.

But to my surprise, the other party took the initiative to contact me.

After finishing his comical act, the clown stood up and bowed to the crowd in the standard manner of an ancient nobleman.

He didn't speak, but seemed to have tacitly agreed to Esteo's question.

"Why aren't you saying anything? And why did you make this entrance?"

The clown then produced a sheepskin scroll with an exaggerated gesture.

That was Adela's favorite sealed artifact, a level four sealed artifact that wasn't even as good as a level three sealed artifact. In other words, it was something whose origin was completely unknown and whose function was utterly useless and ridiculous.

Its sole purpose is to inform the user of the food that the most distinguished person who has ever visited a place has taken.

Prince Adela once brought it out at the Crown Restaurant in Baratheon.

And thus indirectly came into contact with Moen.

“I remember this thing, it’s sealed artifact 4-001—the parchment scroll that invites scorn. Wait, have you been hiding inside this scroll all this time?”

"No wonder this thing, which has no function whatsoever, can still anchor the records of the Supreme Being. O Primordial God, why did you create such a ridiculous thing? Ah, never mind, you're the clown, so it's not surprising that you made this."

One moment Esteo was in utter shock, the next he completely gave up and covered his forehead.

A clown, isn't doing this kind of thing quite fitting for his role?

"So why did you return using Prince Adela's body? You didn't encounter any enemies, and even if you needed a suitable body, you didn't need to find a mortal one, did you?"

Adela may be a prince, but she's not even an angel. So, in the eyes of the Supreme Being, she can be considered a mortal.

Upon hearing this, the clown did not respond in his usual comical performance.

Instead, he tilted his head and glanced at Aurora, who remained motionless beside him.

After staring for a moment.

The clown suddenly spun and jumped on the spot like a ballerina, throwing Adela out of his body.

The clown stopped spinning only after Adela, like a comical character from a storybook, screamed in terror and crashed to the ground. He then bowed to Esteo, stopping and offering him a small, bright red flower.

"Ah, another performance, making the poor prince think he's about to die when nothing will actually happen. Okay, I get it. Although you're quite strange, it's obvious that the more friends you have, the better in times like these."

After accepting the small flower from the other person, Esteo held it up and said:

"Thanks, wait, damn it!"

Even a true supreme being can fall for the tricks of a clown.

The little flower, which was incredibly bright red and fragrant just moments before, suddenly burst into a cloud of foul, yellowish-brown odor the moment Esteo lifted it up.

This caught Esteo completely off guard.

Looking at the withered flowers in his hand, and then at the clown grinning at him from across the way.

Esteo's lips twitched as he suppressed his anger and said:

"Alright, even the gods and kings should be tolerant of the clown's performance, because you are working hard for the laughter of your people."

This answer made the clown clap his hands in delight.

Ade, still shaken, returned to her mother's side and said:

"I'm sorry, Mother, I was so scared just now. I... I embarrassed you."

“It’s nothing, Adela. I should apologize too.”

“Mother. What are you apologizing for? You…”

Adela didn't realize why at first.

However, he quickly realized what was happening under the witch's very sympathetic gaze.

The mother didn't realize it was just a performance.

Rather, the mother felt that if sacrificing her own flesh and blood to get the clown to join the cast was entirely worthwhile?!

Because compared to his father's instructions, even he, a prince, was insignificant?!

Adela, having learned the truth, stood frozen in place.

Esteo had already thrown away the stinking flower and walked over to the clown, saying to the goddesses:

"Alright, now that the clowns are here, there can't be anyone else. So, you're not saying you have no plans because it's impossible to win, are you?"

"We have made preparations as instructed by him, and now that you have joined, we can begin the final preparations at any time."

"That's great, we no-kings are happy to serve you."

It could be a joke, or it could be revenge against the clown.

Esteo said this in self-deprecating humor.

Chapter 456 Opening the Door (4k)

With the goddesses' encouragement, everything is proceeding smoothly.

Just as Moen had predicted.

She waited quietly atop the summit of Mount Babylon for them to be ready.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

Because it means she really doesn't care what they're supposed to do.

This demonstrates absolute confidence.

However, having come this far, there's no reason to turn back now.

In this cold, white world.

While the goddesses were busy running around for themselves, Moen was not idle either.

Using his influence in the Midgard, he almost forcibly brought together the people scattered throughout the world.

Moen planned to send them all to the other side.

At that time, the entire white world will become his and her battlefield.

However, this will obviously take a lot of time.

Although there aren't many people here, it still takes the concept of shifting an entire world.

Let alone a few days, it would be a miracle if it could be completed in several years.

Fortunately, as long as the gate is open, Moen can still use the power from that side to move the people here.

Moen was standing on the edge of a cliff on a small hill, looking down at the dense crowd below.

They were filled with panic, unease, and muttering curses.

This is all normal, but there's nothing Moen can do about it.

It's understandable that people who are suddenly forced to leave their hometowns may have a lot of resentment.

What's more, they're leaving for a reason they've only heard about.

All Moen could do was try his best to ensure they had enough to eat and wear.

And the most basic order.

Even so, it was already a huge stretch, because nearly two million people had gathered in just this small area.

Further away, there were not only camps that almost completely covered the land, but also even more people moving in this direction.

After turning his gaze away from the distant group...

Moen couldn't help but sigh.

"Hope everything goes well."

Behind him, the nobles of the seven kingdoms were waiting.

Upon seeing Moen turn around, they all rushed over eagerly.

These days they have quite a few questions they want to ask Moen.

Although Moen gave some answers, in such a major event, the number of important questions will only increase, not decrease.

"Sir, you said you would protect our rights, but the transfer hasn't even started yet and we've already suffered heavy losses."

“Our soldiers are doing their best to maintain order, but there are just too many people gathered. So are you really not going to consider my suggestion? That is, to let the nobles and those who pay Groen leave first?”

"Many people say they would rather die in their hometown than leave. Sir, what should we do?"

The nobles kept chattering in Moen's ear. Many of their questions were slightly modified versions of the struggle for interests, but some of their questions were indeed important.

This made it impossible for Moen to completely ignore it.

All I could do was patiently listen to them one by one.

However, without basic information, even Moen found it difficult to discern which of the nobles' words were true and which were false, or rather, how much of their seemingly reasonable demands were truly reasonable.