Only God
Chapter 428 - 379 I Will Never See Mira Again

Chapter 428: Chapter 379 I Will Never See Mira Again

Mira was about to leave this place.

She had stayed with the Primordial Will for six years.

In truth, for an existence like Mira, who was nearly immortal, six years were not long; it was but a blink of an eye.

Even if those six years were somewhat boring, Mira could endure it. After all, it was only six years, not six hundred or six thousand. Had it been that long, the girl would have likely gone mad.

The reason Mira was eager to leave was not because she had stayed here too long.

It was because of Anos.

To her, six years were incredibly short, but to mortals, it was different.

Six years might be a tenth of a lifetime.

Mira could endure another six years, but she felt that Anos might not be able to.

She picked up the Primordial Embryo and whispered,

"Hey, Primordial, I’m leaving."

The latter vibrated slightly, as if reluctant to part.

During these six years, Mira had told it various stories of the Mortal World every day, taught it beautiful poetry, and helped it to gradually grasp a soul of its own.

The Primordial Embryo didn’t want Mira to leave, but it couldn’t express this, after all, it wasn’t even an infant and understood nothing.

Mira gently caressed the embryo in front of her, then said determinedly,

"I must leave now, the Mortal World is waiting for me."

Faced with Mira’s commanding tone, the Primordial Embryo had no power to object.

Thus, the surrounding dark mist slowly began to stir.

With six years gone by, the Primordial Embryo had gained more and more power, and although it was like a grain of fine sand in a desert when compared to the entire Primordial Will,

It was enough for Mira to break free from the bottomless Abyss.

Mira gazed into the distance, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"Danschel... and the Primordial Church, as well as those Six Gods... I, am coming back."

...

The religious splendor of the Empire converged on the dome of the Grand Cathedral of Danschel, while the secular glory of the Empire flowed from the farthest frontiers toward the Imperial Palace in the Imperial City.

That magnificent palace had Danschel-style architecture at its core, dignified yet elegant, everything about it displaying the liberal dignity of noble people. In addition to this, the emperors of past generations always welcomed exotic styles. Ever since the early days of Constantine V, the palace had incorporated many racial architectural styles, such as the mythological reliefs of the Three-eyed Ape People, the war trophy corridors of the Beastmen, the underwater palaces of the Sea Demons, the silver-gilded halls of the Dwarfs, and countless others had been brought into the royal residence, each with their own beauty and compatibility with the others.

Today’s Emperor, Leo XI, had decided the long-disputed position of the co-ruling Emperor three years ago, and now, his eldest daughter Anos was crowned co-ruler in the Grand Cathedral of Danschel. Before the Scripture stele, she knelt and pledged her unwavering loyalty to God and her enduring rule over the Empire, observed by Pastor Conrad and Leo XI, who together placed the crimson crown upon Anos’s forehead.

Today’s Anos, or Anos I, as a rare female Empress in history, gradually took control of the power her father had transferred to her. She was decisive and efficient in her actions, making major and minor decisions with almost no hesitation, and in the shadows, the Empress was as cunning as a serpent and as bold as a tiger, her conspiratorial schemes weaving throughout the Delos Family, yet her gloves remained forever pristine.

She was a co-ruling Emperor who was cold-blooded like a viper.

Since her brother’s mysterious death, nearly every political rival had criticized her in private.

However, there seemed to be rumors...

The servants of the Royal Palace often saw that during grand ceremonies, Empress Anos I would frequently wander the Flower Garden late at night, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the Thousand Cities Academy, which shined as bright as daylight.

Rebirth Day had come.

Enrobed in a red imperial robe, Anos walked alone in the Flower Garden.

Now, her power had become increasingly stable, the years of operation by the Delos Family not in vain, and the covert assistance of the Primordial Church also nearly finalized her future throne.

Once her father, Leo XI, would pass away, Anos would become the absolute ruler of this empire, not a co-regent.

On the morning of Rebirth Day, accompanied by her father, Anos went to the Grand Cathedral to pray. There, a prayer room specifically prepared for the Royal Family served as an excellent observatory. From that vantage point, Anos could look down at the thousands of subjects gathered at the cathedral, all bowing their heads, hands clasped in prayer, their immense voices of prayer piercing through the cathedral, solemn as the angelic trumpets in the Scriptures.

The more they prostrated themselves, the more hollow Anos I found the nature of faith to be.

Finally, under the sway of power, during the Mass, Anos knelt down in supreme reverence, hands pressed together, reciting word by word the Scriptures prepared in advance, ending with a single tear of devotion, induced by the pungent incense.

Her father did the same.

However, unlike Anos, Leo XI believed every word of the Primordial Church, every promise of Flora.

Sometimes, Anos, no longer a princess, felt that her parents were colluding shamefully.

But without their strength, she would never have ascended to the coveted throne.

The crimson crown sparkled with alluring luster under the moonlit night.

The Empress slowly retracted her thoughts, her hands resting on the balustrade, standing, her gaze drifting towards the direction of Thousand Cities Academy.

"...Mira, I’ve finally returned here."

Anos shook her head with a bitter smile after staring at Thousand Cities Academy for a long time, letting out such a sentence.

She had returned to Danschel, to her parents’ side, to the center of power, reclaiming her identity as a Primordial Messenger, donning the crimson crown that ruled the empire.

All of these seemed so natural and proper.

Yet occasionally, Anos felt a sensation of betrayal deep within her heart.

Suddenly, celebratory voices echoed.

"To the magnificence of Danschel!"

"To our Emperor!"

"To his wise daughter, equally great co-Emperor!"

...

Today was Rebirth Day; there was no curfew, and all kinds of laughter and chatter filled both the interior and exterior of the Imperial Palace. Even in the quiet Flower Garden, some noises could be heard.

Inside and outside the palace was bustling.

Anos remained silent, her hand resting on the balustrade as she walked towards an even quieter direction.

Sincerity, flattery, loyalty, betrayal... Anos had seen too much. Tonight, she was supposed to attend the banquet but ended up leaving on the way.

Anos stared at the brightly lit Thousand Cities Academy, which was also caught up in the celebration.

People were so jubilant, as if... the miracle was within reach.

"Miracle...how void."

Anos murmured to herself,

"I won’t see Mira again."