Chapter 223

TL: Zimmings

[Meria, Meria!]

She entered the temple.

She was devastated, but she knew this was bound to happen.

The wealthy started worshipping Neliard.

Serga’s temple has long ceased to be visited by people.

On the other hand, the shelter of Neliard was called a new temple and all kinds of precious things were being presented.

When she came inside, she saw Neliard.

And the others who fell on his feet.

There was the friendly man who took her out to the field.

A rather brash but kind blonde woman who comforted her when she burst into tears looking for her mother.

Pur, who always lifted her spirits when she’s struggling alone waiting for Neliard.

Her sweet, affectionate and foolish God who casted stars in the sky for her and her brother on the desert.

Neliard pointed his sword in front of the fallen God and said to her while staring at the God.

[Take a look, my beloved sister. The time has come for me to create a world where no children would suffer.]

[Brother…… I tried to understand you.]

She spoke helplessly.

[I wanted to believe that your sins were just another way to love people…]

[Yes, that’s right.]

[I believed you would be back someday. That the arrogance that blinds my sweet and wise brother will go away…….]

She lowered her head as tears dripped down her cheeks and soaked her leather shoes.

In what word should she describe her feelings?

Hatred, indelible affection, sadness, suffering.

It was a mixture of those emotions that made her confused.

She cried out loud.

But Neliard never looked at her.

When he was young, he never took his gaze off her, and he always faced her straight, however right now, he didn’t look at her.

[There are worms in the human heart. In times of strength, it coils up; in times of weakness, it digs into the human’s heart and causes them to get ill. Thus, jealousy, greed, and selfishness arise.]

Ah, that’s right.

Her brother is ill. He was engulfed by a dreadful sickness that could not be cured.

She took her time approaching him. Then, she opened her arms and blocked him.

[Stupid thing. Do you think you’ll be able to defeat me when you can’t even manifest your powers?]

[…….]

[Why did you do this? Leblaine, you’re the reason for my life. Why did you try to betray me!]

[Don’t cry. I will protect you.]

[Have you also become a pawn of the foolish God?!]

[I want to learn alongside God and make a world without children like us. The world should be a peaceful place where we can run around freely.]

[You’re stupid! Only a perfect God can save the world! Only I can give a place for us to live!]

She had never wished for such a thing in her life.

What she yearned for was to be able to walk across the fields with him while holding his hand.

Even if they cry occasionally because they are fretting about insignificant things, they will never doubt that a better tomorrow will come.

About one day a year, she wanted them to pack a lunch box, ride a boat, and enjoy flower viewing from a distance. Also visiting their parents’ grave on their death anniversary, and thank them for leaving her such a good older brother.

Neliard’s eyes turned red.

When he attempted to throw a sword at God in rage because he had been betrayed by his sister, she blocked the sword.

She could hear someone calling her name [Meria!] from a distance.

While she was falling, she did not take her gaze away from Nerliard.

Neliard’s face that appeared in her hazy vision was oddly twisted.

Neliard, who slumped down, hurriedly approached her.

He embraced her and murmured.

[This too is just the imperfect God’s ploy. He’s dying, yet he had the power to take you away from me. But don’t worry. Don’t worry, it’s not too late…….]

Neliard’s hand was filled with horribly gloomy energy, alongside a barrier hovering above them. He chuckled in a strange manner, as if he was a puppet with a broken thread.

[Don’t worry. Because you, having been resurrected by me, will share my principles and will be able to discern the correct way. I will lead you to the land of gentle shepherds.]

Her eyes were bloodshot as she glanced at him.

She wanted to beg, but she couldn’t because her body wouldn’t move.

Please, don’t do that.

Don’t.

Don’t save her.

She doesn’t want to be resurrected as her brother’s doll.

That’s not her.

‘Oh my God…!’

At that moment, Neliard’s energy, which had been squeezing her neck, faded away in an instant, and a light spurted out.

Grgrgrg-!!

With a roar, a cacophony of screams and shouts exploded from all directions.

He trampled the corpses and stuck the pioneers on a stake.

In the blink of an eye, the stakes became pillars, and all the pioneers were chained.

[Let go! Let me go! I can’t go on like this…!]

[Neliard……!]

And,

[Argh!]

Neliard, who yelled, had fallen to the ground and stumbled backwards.

[Serga!]

His body began to disintegrate as he was enveloped in light.

Following his fall, he was turned into a terrifying demon that could not be considered a human at all.

Arghh-!!

With the terrifying scream, Serga’s body also completely melted.

The world was engulfed in light.

When she looked up, the light that surrounded her was surprisingly warm and inviting, like a comforter that had been dried in the sun.

She noticed a hand reaching out to her from within the light.

As she reached for the hand, she was startled by the sound of a pleasant voice from behind her.

“Child.”

It was a familiar voice I heard when I touched the Newt. It was the voice I always heard in my dreams…

‘It’s God’s voice.’

As I turned around, the space changed. In the endless light, I faced Serga.

***

I was no longer the ancient Leblaine or Meria.

As a nine-year-old Leblaine Lisette Dubblede, I looked up at Serga.

God reached out to me.

I gently grabbed his hand, though hesitated at first.

“I finally met you again, my child. I was looking forward to the moment where I met you again.”

I stared blankly at him.

So the voice that had been calling me was God’s?

“Have you been by my side since I grabbed the newt?”

“I’ve always been by your side. Because of the newt, your sealed power has been awakened and you can hear my voice.”

“…….”

“I was very happy to see you being born, opening your eyes, walking and talking.”

“…….”

“Because you are a special soul that comforts me anytime, anywhere.”

Saying that, Serga slowly led me somewhere.

As we started walking, he glanced at me and said in a gentle voice.

“Ask away.”

“… Are you the one who showed me this dream, no, the ancient dream?”

“Yes.”

“Am I Neliard’s younger sister?”

“Do you consider Neliard your brother?”

“I have three older brothers, so I don’t have to have such a strange older brother.”

“Then you are not Neliard’s younger sister.”

‘So what do you mean?’

I frowned, and glanced at God.

“I’m not Neliard’s sister, am I?”

“There was a time when you were Neliard’s younger sister. But now, aren’t you just Lisette and Theodore’s daughter?”

“Do you usually speak in riddles like this?”

When I said that, God smiled pleasantly.

‘I am the reincarnation of Neliard’s sister.’

I was the younger sister of the shepherd siblings in the record.

“Why did you show me the past?”

“It’s not worth your life.”

“…… Isn’t it only a minor fight among family?”

“But nothing hurts me more than that.”

God took my hand and walked slowly.

I walked with him and asked him a lot of questions.

“Neliard valued me, so why would he sacrifice me?”

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