THE LAST thing Neoma wanted to ask her people was to fight or die for her.
However, she didn't have the luxury to uphold her principles in the upcoming war.
[This is me fulfilling my promise that I'll share my burden with them.]
"Neoma, you know that I'll do anything and everything for you since I know you'll only ask me to do things for the greater good," Hanna said calmly. "However, I need context. I want to understand how I can help you better."
As expected of the Hanna Quinzel.
"In the first timeline, I learned that there's a protocol that a god must follow when declaring war against another god," Neoma began explaining. "Since Lord Levi wants to avoid two gods clashing as much as possible, he created a system called the 'Representatives' Battle.' As its name suggested, it's a fight between the people or beings that support the gods who started the war.
The Representative Battle has three rounds, and the first team to win the two rounds will be hailed the victor."
"So, it's possible the war will end in just two rounds."
"Uh-huh. That was Lord Levi's intention when he created that system— he didn't want two gods to clash since a fight between two gods usually ends in a catastrophe."
"I'm one of the people you chose to be your representative. Is that it?"
"I chose you for a more special role," Neoma said, and then she finally spilled the tea. "If we reach the last round, Helstor and I wouldn't fight right away. As I said earlier, Lord Levi is really adamant about preventing a fight between two powerful gods. Hence, during the last round, each god is entitled to have one "human weapon" to fight for them."
That was enough explanation.
Hanna was smart and quick-witted.
[I'm sure she already knows what I'm talking about.]
"Why me, Neoma?" Hanna asked seriously. "If you need a "human weapon" to fight for you, why didn't you choose Lewis? I'm not turning you down— I'm just curious."
"Ruto also said that he thought I'd choose Lewis."
"Everyone who knows you would have expected you to choose Lewis since he's the strongest among your "children.""
"Lewis is undeniably strong," Neoma said, nodding. "But his abilities don't match well with mine."
Hanna tilted her head to one side. "Are you saying my abilities match well with yours?"
"Why, of course. You also have the power to destroy the world, Hanna."
"I do?"
"The Black Hole."
"Oh," Hanna said, a bit disheartened. "The skill that killed ended up killing me and my family..."
"Ah. Then that must be an evil skill. It suits you well."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Of course. Evil looks good on the de Moonasterios anyway," Neoma said, and then she approached Nero and whispered in his ear. "Hey, Nero. Why don't you whisper this in Calyx's ear while he's staying in the palace as a prisoner of war?"
And then she gave her beloved twin brother some idea.
Nero smirked haughtily after listening to her, and then he swiftly change the topic. "Why are you wearing funeral clothes, my dear twin sister?"
"You already know why," Neoma said, patting Nero's cheek gently. "I'm gonna bury someone who should be long gone."
***
NEOMA was once again indebted to Trevor even though Trevor wasn't with her at the moment.
After all, she used the portal in the Imperial Palace that was connected to the Spirit World.
That was how she managed to return to the Spirit World in an instant— just in time to witness the Goddess of Life finish burying the terrarium.
Now, it was time for the most important part.
[Vitu...]
Neoma felt a pang in her chest when she saw the Goddess of Life holding the small black Seedling in her palms carefully.
"Little princess, do you want to plant your child with your own hands?" the Goddess of Life asked, looking up at Neoma with a soft look on her face. "You are this child's mother, and you have the power to do so."
"I would love to, but my hands are too dirty for me to touch an innocent life," Neoma said, smiling bitterly. "So, please plant my precious baby, ma'am."
***
TREVOR locked himself up inside his Workshop.
And, this time, he finally set Dilan Crowell "free."
He also fixed the crow bastard up, so he was good as new.
"Why did you heal me?" Dilan Crowell asked cautiously. "What are you planning to do now?"
"What do you think?" Trevor asked, smiling. "I need you to be in a good condition for your heart to be useful to me."
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