245 Chapter 57 [Suffering]_5
He had previously arranged for the God of Sun to come here regularly for this very purpose, for Helios who frequently traversed the seas could undoubtedly draw the attention of the master of this sea region. Yet he hadn't expected someone to come looking for him so soon. Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"No regrets... are you talking about not regretting stealing fire, or do you mean not regretting deceiving the gods?"
The visitor showed no intention of answering the question, and instead continued to ask.
"...Neither. Even if I hadn't deceived the gods, Bronze Humanity wouldn't have had the chance to continue, and the Divine King would not have spared me."
With a tranquil expression, allowing pain to spread and accumulate over his body, Prometheus felt his thoughts were incredibly clear.
"Rather than commit even more dreadful mistakes in the future because of my pride, the current outcome is already very good."
"Heh, you sound somewhat like a sage now."
A light chuckle sounded, and a gentle light illuminated from around him, allowing Prometheus to see the deity in front of him.
A dark-haired young man, looking very familiar, but no matter how much he tried to recall, Prometheus couldn't remember where he had seen him.
His memory felt as if it were separated by a layer, elusive as fetching the moon reflected in a well, or observing flowers shrouded in mist.
But it didn't matter if he couldn't remember, looking at the deity before him, Prometheus earnestly requested:
"Could you save a part of the Bronze Humanity?"
Although the other party had no real power to refuse, Laine still asked politely.
If it were just a whim, and if Prometheus was unwilling, then he would leave right there and then.
"...I am very grateful to you, Your Highness. You are free to do as you wish; I never had the ability to refuse your desire to paint."
Perhaps he had spoken too much, causing more blood to seep from his chest. Yet Prometheus did not mind his body; instead, he looked apologetically at Laine.
"I do indeed favor humans, but I never intended to put you in danger. Openly defying the will of the Divine King is too dangerous. If the Divine King notices—"
"Then let him notice."
Interrupting Prometheus's words, with the void as his canvas and the ages as his cloth, Laine began to paint.
The theme this time was Suffering, but in the painting, Prometheus only occupied an insignificant part; more of it was taken up by mortals and gods.
The goodness and wickedness of mortals, and the malevolence and benevolence of gods, all unfolded in the scroll, displaying the myriad facets of life. It depicted not the punished creator, but the Mortal Realm during the Bronze Age.
"Since the promise has been made, so it must play out; it is a destined affair."
The brush was dipped in bright red, the blood of the Fire Thief. With the brush in hand, Laine painted at ease.
"No matter who it is, when I grant them 'immortality,' then in this world, no one can take their life away."