Only God
Chapter 431 - 382 I Have My Own Will

Chapter 431: Chapter 382 I Have My Own Will

Mira stared blankly at Anos.

Even then, the girl suddenly remembered that Anos was no longer the princess she once was.

That was Danschel’s co-Emperor, the future ruler of the entire Empire.

For six years, she had been inside the Primordial Will, never imagining that so much change could occur in the outside world.

For a full six years, she had remained stationary, but Anos... had gone from being hesitant and indecisive to fully accepting her new identity.

Anos raised her hand and dismissed two maids, who unhesitatingly complied with the co-Emperor’s decision.

Mira inexplicably panicked.

Anos stood, her gaze fixed upon Mira with an unquestionable air of authority.

"There’s no effect now, Mira."

A cold smile appeared on the Empress’s face,

"As you see, I am now the co-Emperor of the Empire, the once longed-for throne in my hand, I do not rely on the Imperial Church, behind me is my mother, Flora, the Pastor of the Primordial Church—all power, prestige, reverence, family... these are all within my grasp.

Do you still think that your will can outweigh mine?"

Those cold, mocking words fell upon Mira’s ears.

Mira’s lips trembled slightly.

Had she...miscalculated?

That was the only thought in the girl’s mind.

Anos, indifferent to Mira’s feelings, walked straight past her and poured herself a glass of wine.

"Whoever you are, Mira, whoever you are...on that day, when I accepted my identity, I had already made up my mind.

I... am the Primordial Messenger, a messenger of the Primordial Church."

Mira suddenly exclaimed,

"The Primordial Church does not represent the Lord! Nor does it represent the Primordial!"

Anos turned around and replied indifferently,

"What do you think of that?

Do you think that after all this time, I wouldn’t know?"

Hearing this, Mira realized that Anos was well aware that the Primordial Church was the church of the Six Gods.

She felt an inexplicable impatience, not knowing how to persuade Anos.

Now, Anos possessed everything she wanted.

Holding her wine glass, Anos did not look at Mira but coldly uttered,

"At that time, you took advantage of my indecision and actually tried to take me away.

But you have no chance, Mira.

Once past, it is past, your will can never outweigh mine."

Mira’s throat choked.

Suddenly, her eyes stung slightly.

Rather disgracefully, she felt an urge to cry.

Suddenly, Mira asked,

"What about in one hundred years? Could it be possible then?"

Anos paused.

That was a familiar, naive phrase that only Mira could say.

Anos shook her head, lightly swirling the blood-red liquid in her cup.

Undeterred, Mira pressed on,

"What about two hundred years later? That should be fine, right? Even if you are dead, I’d still be young."

The Empress’s figure swayed slightly, nearly toppling to the ground.

Only to hear Mira say earnestly,

"When all things like the Primordial Church and the throne have vanished without a trace, and the whole world is renewed, could I take you away then?

Don’t worry, in the meantime, I will quietly watch over you.

That is my freedom to at least observe you in secret."

Anos could not help herself and blurted out,

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The once resolute atmosphere was thoroughly disrupted by Mira’s words.

Anos didn’t know if she did it on purpose or what.

The Empress turned her head and saw that Mira’s face was all seriousness.

In that moment, Anos’s heart beat gently.

"In front of Mira, I would find it hard to make a decision..."

The Empress took a deep breath, and slightly eased the majesty on her face.

"Mira, I want to ask you a question."

"Hmm?"

Mira leaned in.

Only to hear Anos slowly ask:

"As you can see, I have my own will, and I won’t give it up.

But... would you be willing to follow me?

Just to follow me, doing nothing else."

The Empress paused, then bitterly smiled:

"You should know, separation is so easy, yet reunion is fraught with difficulties..."

Facing Mira.

After the resolute words of the Emperor of Danschel, he still couldn’t help... throwing out the last olive branch.

.........

.........

Mira walked alone in the streets of the Imperial City.

She hung her head and sighed softly.

She had never thought that the reunion would be so painful.

In her anticipation, when she rushed to hug Anos, the Princess... no, the Empress, should have burst into tears in an instant, then after some resistance, been convingcingly persuaded by her to leave together.

And then after that, she would have to set about destroying the Primordial Church.

But... nothing went as expected.

Anos... had already sided with the Primordial Church.

Time and environment had changed; the various scenes in her memories could never be just like those memories.

Mira turned her head back and gazed at that distant Imperial Palace.

She thought, Anos must have gone back.

At that time, Mira had rejected Anos’s invitation.

Her return was to destroy the Primordial Church, to oppose the Six Gods, and to take Anos away.

Since Anos was temporarily unwilling to go with her, it was time to start by destroying the Primordial Church.

"Primordial Church..."

Thinking of this, Mira remembered something.

In the Primordial Church’s "Third Prophet Book," it had been said that the King of Gods would return, unify the Six Celestial Gods, and lead the Church.

... But, hadn’t Shan’en already...

In these six years, Mira had learned a great deal.

God had let Shan’en rest and respected His wishes to let Him rest forever.

If so, how could Shan’en possibly return?

Mira scratched her head, somewhat puzzled.

Now, in the midst of the rebirth festival celebrations, the streets were filled with various kinds of toys, there were thrones of Gods, there were Angels, and there were the Gods who had once brought disasters to the land.

Mira glanced around from time to time and just happened to see a toy of the Dragon God Endora.

Suddenly, she thought of something.

In that civil war among the Gods, the Dragon God Endora had once mastered the unclaimed War Star and made it his own.

"Thunderbolt Star... now a masterless Star."

Mira slapped her head, looked towards the sky,

"Could it be, could it be... that the so-called return of the King of Gods..."

The so-called return of the King of Gods couldn’t possibly be Shan’en returning.

Instead, someone else ascended Thunderbolt Star and became its master, under the name of the King of Gods, taking the throne that had been suspended for three millennia.

Under his leadership, the celestial Gods would reunite once more, the Golden Hall would stand tall again, reconstructing the old order of the Golden Age from thousands of years ago.

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