Chapter 663: Traces of a Boundless History of 10,000 Years

Chapter 663: Traces of a Boundless History of 10,000 Years

Iro was a lich who practiced dark magic. She became a lich known to defy divine providence. So how could someone like her possess a stigmata? Yet when Iro revealed her wrist, there was an unmistakable stigmata—a distinct sign of God.

"Thi... This is what,” the knight stuttered. She had thought entities like Iro could never receive a stigmata, so her shock was indescribable.

"A stigmata... Impossible..."

"Did you have it from the beginning?"

"That... I received it after I became a lich... Is that not okay?"

"It's even more astonishing because it is a stigmata."

It was hard to think of Freyja's favor toward someone like Iro as something normal. It was utterly shocking.

"This insane Goddess really,” Davey mumbled.

His muttering then left the knight on the verge of frothing at the mouth.

A lich with a stigmata, a woman with a flower garden in her mind as a Saintess, and a human who was called the greatest Saint insulting the gods—these were enough to make anyone be filled to the brim with incredulity.

"Sigh... Alright. I kind of get why the stigmata was given."

Davey felt as if he had gotten a glimpse of her destiny. Though he could only see a glimpse of her full fate, there was a saying about how a person could already learn a lot just from staying in one specific place long enough. So her fate was clear enough without having to see it entirely.

"A tool to end the conflict with the demons."

"Eh?"

"It's nothing. You were meant to be the key to leading the truce between demons and humans."

"Ah!" Iro was astounded. But more than that, she was delighted to learn she was a key, deeming it the will of the Goddess despite being used.

Fearless indeed. Davey was a device to end the conflict between demons and humans. But it seemed like Goddess Freyja had covered all her bases. She might have been preparing to face Neltarid or the Abyss, even without Davey’s existence, and she would not hesitate to sacrifice Iro if needed.

[Daphne was meant to disappear at the will of the gods. Ah, my beloved Daphne. Davey, do you know why I exist here as a hero?]

The damn elf, Bow Lord Apollo, got sentimental once.

[I don't defy the gods, but I don’t particularly like them. They readily sacrifice a creation's life for a purpose or destiny, especially if it’s a Saint or a holy person.]

What exactly happened between Apollo and the First Saintess, Daphne, remained unclear.

"I can't believe it... I can't believe it."

"Saintess Lena, may I ask you to move aside?"

"Ah... Yes! If Goddess Freyja has said so, I should step aside! But I'm jealous that the revelation was given to Iro and not me..."

‘Of course that’s because she’s trying to protect you while sacrificing and using Iro.’

Davey ignored Saintess Lena's pouting words, moved past the confused knight, and proceeded to enter the chapel. There, he saw Iro looking around joyfully, and he then knelt before her.

"Let's start."

"Ah. Yes."

At Davey's words, Iro, as if already aware of what to do, stretched out her hand above his head.

Woong...

The power that had pulled him from Earth flowed out of his body again.

"Ah... Ahhh... It's the holy sign of God!"

Davey ignored the ecstatic Iro, and with his eyes closed, he slowly said, "Let's have a conversation; anything will do."

Boom!!!

As if responding to his words, the divine sign, or rather, the holy power, moved, and Davey’s will slowly dispersed. Like slowly falling asleep after overdosing on sleeping pills, his consciousness gradually sank below the surface.

* * *

Davey had previously been in a world where the dark twilight loomed. In this place, beings that were like angels created by the Goddess descended upon him, as if passing down the Lasting Ember. He was taken aback by a huge wave but did not really resist.

From where he was, he could see a small figure with blue hair among the fluttering feathers in the sky. She was looking down at him, and Davey then instinctively felt an oppressive sensation and chills all over his body.

"Ha... Have you fallen so low in the hierarchy that you personally come now?"

It was more difficult for gods and goddesses to interact with their creations the closer they were to becoming fully realized entities. But when she appeared in front of Davey in Rinne's form, it showed how her divine status was more dire than it had been when Davey initially awoke from his coma.

Woong...

She then extended her hand at Davey, just as the wings on her back dramatically unfolded, scattering countless feathers. At the same time, Davey was drawn forth, and she crafted a yellow card made of light and thrust it towards Davey’s abdomen.

"Ugh!"

She just gave him another yellow card.

This was the first time Davey had heard about this.

When Davey’s only response was silence, the man went on to say, “Furthermore, it has been decided that the guardians protecting the headquarters of the Last Wisp will go down to each region to support and help them.”

“So, you are here because this is your jurisdiction?”

“...”

Davey sighed and walked past him.

“What trouble should I get involved in now? Well, since I have the position, let me ask. Any problems?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“How are the knights?”

“Everyone is taking sufficient rest and resupplying for the best condition.”

“That's enough, then.”

Other than that, Davey was curious about what became of the three elders. And so, he proceeded to ask, “And the three elders?”

“They were executed for trying to escape and revealing the existential crisis of the Last Wisp to the world.”

“Foolish ones,” Davey commented with a click of his tongue.

“I will submit a report.”

“No, leave it. I'm here to do a quick investigation.”

At Davey's words, the man looked at him perplexedly. “To investigate—”

“No, it’s okay too. I’ll be heading straight to the Pandora region.”

“Then I shall arrange for a member who is familiar with the area.”

“No, I said it's okay!!!"

‘Has this man always been like this?’

* * *

As he and Rinne arrived at the northernmost point of the Pandora region, Davey gazed at the forest's swirling, chilly air. In silence, his mind then drifted, remembering certain things.

Shandra Minea existed, and dark mages moved. Those dark mages were part of the Illuminati, and although the leader of the Illuminati was dead, their roots were not all gone. Someday, they would have to be dealt with. At the moment, there was a more important thing to address—the matter about the underground ruins.

Ssshhh...

"I can't breathe."

A woman with pink hair appeared behind him.

“Guide me through.”

“Why should I?”

“If you don't like to listen, you'd have to die.”

Hearing this remark, Milpiue, a half-vampire who was a traitor of the radical faction, scowled at Davey and said, “Let me do some research on you. You are interesting.”

“If you want to die, feel free.”

She became silent after that.

Rinne knew long before Davey showed up what underground relic was involved in awakening her. Back then, they entered through traps, but this time they planned to enter through the correct route.

Many records might exist there. There might also be traces of Rinne and Neltarid, as well as Freyja. Perhaps even Thanatos.

Clatter...

They entered the dungeon that was filled with stumps, but Milpieu skillfully avoided them until they eventually reached a dead end. She then pressed a hand against the wall, and the simple action triggered the ground to change as if a mechanical device had been activated. A massive passage then appeared before them.

All traps had already been disarmed, and there were hardly any monsters as they went on their way.

After being guided by Milpieu for a while, Davey quietly looked at Rinne, who was following him with a blank expression.

“Rinne.”

In response to his call, she turned to him with a face that remained passive.

“Can I trust you?”

“Rinne. Davey’s possession. An excellent golem that will definitely protect Davey. Rinne evaluates this highly.”

Davey didn’t say anything and only smiled faintly. Her response was enough.