Chapter 56: Letter From The Past

Chapter 56: Letter From The Past

A savior must prioritize the greater good over personal desires.

Thus, even after last night, there might come a day when she has to suppress her feelings.

Even if she couldnt forget him forever, it was possible that these feelings were meant to be resolved someday.

My child, before I write what I want to say, let me first tell you the story of my birth.1

The moment she delved into the prophecy of her ancestor.

A faint hope began to stir in the heart of the fortune teller who was preparing to resign to fate.

As you know, my birth was the result of a union between my human father and my mother, a diving being, who came to bring destruction to this land.

Why she, who came from beyond, chose to unite with my father I, too, do not know the true intentions of my mother.

Even though I was born with the blood of a god, my life was no different from that of a human, just like my father.

Therefore, my understanding of my mother is limited to conjecture, as it does not escape human standards.

Indeed, the records left by him have been preserved from ancient times to the present, but they mostly pertain to prophecies.

Among them, there was no mention of why the Goddess of Destruction united with a human or why she ascended to the heavens, rejecting her mission.

It wasnt because the records were damaged, but because they were deliberately not written.

Even as a fortune teller with divine power, being only human, she dares not presume to understand the mind of a god.

Yet, as the last descendant, you might be struggling under the weight of your mission.

Worrying every moment about how to lead the future, I, who prophesied the destruction that triggered it, must bear responsibility for it.

So, my child, through this letter, Ill write down even the guesses I made while observing my mother.

My thoughts on why my mother descended to this land, bonded with a human, and ascended to the heavens without fulfilling her mission with her own hands.

There was growing tension in the silence.

Her future self, likely experiencing similar emotions, began turning the pages of the deciphered letter.

Although my mother left this world when I was very young, leaving behind scant memories, as I grew older and awakened my powers, I found I could look not only into the future but also into my past.

One thing that stood out when reflecting on the past was what my mother said at my birth.

Yes, at that time, the Goddess of Destruction looked down at the life she had created within her and said,

My child, inheritor of my blood. Teach me the extent of the mission bestowed upon me the level of destruction I should bring upon this land.

The level of destruction?

A level of destruction?

Didnt destruction imply the cessation of everything?Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

As a Goddess of Destruction, she was expected to obliterate everything in sight.

Everyone believed she ascended to the heavens, convinced there was no need for her to wreak havoc, as the age of destruction would eventually engulf this world thousands of years later.

Her words went unrecorded because opinions lacking clear benchmarks could be interpreted in myriad ways.

Some might argue that a world devoid of humans like us is a destroyed one, while others might define destruction as the eradication not just of sentient beings but of all life forms and their environments.

If, by some miracle, a few survive in a world reduced to ashes, and these survivors have the chance to rebuild civilization, could we truly consider it destroyed?

The mere presence of life in a devastated world might offer hope to some. While failing to preserve everything might be seen as destruction by some, others might view the ability to rise from such failure as erasing a history of destruction.

Then, is it truly destruction when even these opportunities are denied? What exactly defines these opportunities?

No, in the end, all these standards revolve around humans Then, if the Goddess of Destruction, my mother, had formed a bond with a beast or another intelligent being, would the standards for destruction be based on them?

A series of unexpected opinions gradually hardened Airis expression.

Until now, she had focused only vaguely on the chaos that had engulfed the world and on preventing it.

Whether it was the Demon Kings army trampling humanity, stopping all humans from becoming living corpses, or a world where everything would perish, leaving nothing behind, could it truly be considered destruction?

She had come here to prevent whatever it was and was aimlessly wandering, seeking someone who could avert any future that might arise.

Reflecting on the past, I could faintly feel the warmth my mother had passed to me as she caressed me.

Though I dont remember it, her embrace was warm, and her touch was gentle.

It was surely true, and perhaps it could even be considered an act of love.

Even if my existence was merely to define the mission of destruction.

Considering it seriously, my mother would have wished for me and her lineage to take root and thrive in this land.

Not only to wreak havoc as the Goddess of Destruction but to seek the answer she was looking for in every moment spent watching over her descendants.

Rustle.

Her future self, holding the interpreted letter, clenched her fist.

Similarly, as she placed her hand on the crystal ball, veins popped in her grip, and cold sweat formed on its surface.

My child, I did not want my mothers descendants to fight over such uncertain conjectures.

If everyone lives their lives setting different standards, clashes between these standards are inevitable.

Conversely, if everyone respects the decision made by the representative entrusted with the future, surely everyone supporting that individual will show respect.

From the beginning, his intention was to unite the strength of everyone in their family. She just realized this.

Her mother passed away when she was young. Could it be Mephisto playing tricks again?

No, there was no sign of her appearing in this crystal ball.

Being a transcendent being herself, there was a possibility she might appear again someday, but right now, a future with her was out of the question.

The one who appeared here now was not her but another transcendent being already entangled with him.

-Come here, my children. Its time to eat

Tashian Pheloi.2

An ancient legend that sought to destroy humanity before this world fell into decline.

-Heeung, mommy

Under her clothes, he burrowed his head and began to make sucking sounds.

Similarly, she, who had also put her head on the opposite side, began to make the same sounds from underneath.

-Hehe, does it taste good, my daughter?

-Its delicious, slurp, slurp

Eh?

What on earth?

Why were they, and even herself, suckling like babies on her in bed?

Could it be like that time when drinking made them lose their minds?

Could such an event have triggered a butterfly effect, leading to this outcome in the distant future?

Why on earth?

Indeed, she represented the worst catastrophe that could lead to the annihilation of mankind.

Her descent into this state might signify humanitys safety, but the twisted future was something Airi struggled to accept.

What on earth happens in the future that keeps leading to this?!!

What kind of future does the prophecy she gave him foretell?

Has the fallen legend intent on eradicating humanity agreed to surrender herself to him?

After parting ways with Airi, I immediately made my way to Tacchias forge, guided by the prophecy inscribed on the note she left behind.

Not solely to receive armor, but because her prophecy hinted at something even more momentous awaiting me.

Ah, you came?

Yet, upon my arrival, I was met with a forge in complete disarray.

And Tacchia, covered in blood and dust.

Um, Tacchia. This spear

In a situation that clearly signified something grave had occurred, I voiced my concern to Tacchia while holding the spear that had flown towards me.

What had transpired here to leave everything in such disrepair?

And why had the Ego Weapon she had retrieved flown towards me?

Ah, yes. That spear.

Noticing the spear, Tacchia chuckled and said,

Ill give you that spear, but lets strike a deal.

The words that were explicitly mentioned in Airis prophecy.

With a tone more animated than usual.

[When you go to receive the armor, that person will propose a deal with the weapon you left behind.]

Indeed, that was also in the first note Airi handed me.

It was just not as I had envisioned.

[Whatever the reason, you must accept her proposal. Securing that weapon marks the beginning of averting the dangers you will face.]

Of course, this spear is worth sacrificing everything but life itself.

Regardless of the circumstances, if the prophecy were true, I must accept Tacchias offer at this moment.

Yes, Ill accept.

Despite this, what I was curious about at this moment was not the condition for receiving this spear.

The Ego Weapon made of mithril.

Why was this weapon, valuable to anyone, so significant to her?

What do you want from me, Tacchia?

She had a weary gaze directed at me who accepted the proposal.

Was it filled with an emotion that could be called expectation?

ED/N: All the lines of the letter is italicized to make it less confusing.

ED/N: This will make sense in the next chapters.