Only God
Chapter 441 - 388 Anos, When Will You Repent? (Two in One)_2

Chapter 441: Chapter 388 Anos, When Will You Repent? (Two in One)_2

The Empress looked at her with a severe gaze.

This girl’s behavior was simply devoid of all etiquette.

Immediately after, Anos thought of something and continued,

"Let’s get back to the original topic, I want to ask you a question.

What exactly do you want to do?

You act in the name of an envoy, to stop me? But you’ve already failed to do so."

Mira pondered carefully for a moment and then naturally said,

"Yes, this is the mission God has entrusted to me."

"God’s mission is to have you placed under my house arrest?"

Anos said with a sneer.

"Um... perhaps this is also part of His arrangement."

Mira rubbed her hands together somewhat awkwardly and explained in a low voice,

"You know, there are some things you can’t understand, even if it’s been a long time and you look back, you still might not grasp their deeper meaning."

The co-monarch did not take this quite forced explanation into consideration.

There was a brief silence between the two.

In her meeting with the co-monarch, Mira wasn’t the least bit uneasy, quite the contrary, she remained calm and composed as if she had anticipated every question from Anos.

"You’ve been to many places."

Anos said so.

Mira nodded, enumerating with her fingers as if going over a list of treasures,

"Omilos Mountain, the land of Kazanon, Lola City... I’ve almost traveled all of Danschel."

The Empress stared at Mira and slowly said,

"You must be very proud, because you think that everything you’ve done can stop me."

Mira did not respond.

"The mission of God, what a heavy word, how many people in history have been given a mission, so is your mission a storm?"

The voice of the co-monarch was mocking, undoubtedly sneering at the girl before her,

"Thousands of civilians swept up by this storm, houses destroyed, fields submerged, what are they going to do next?"

"That storm wasn’t brought by me, I just happened to be there,"

Mira looked at Anos, thought for a moment, and said,

"It’s near the Imperial City, you won’t just stand by and watch."

Anos said coldly,

"What if I just stand by and do nothing?

Men become refugees, fleeing everywhere, women and children starve in the streets, desolation everywhere...

This debt of blood will all be on your head."

Mira was silent for a long time, and then said,

"That won’t happen, because this is God’s arrangement."

"God’s arrangement..."

Anos said with a cold eye,

"I don’t believe in Him."

"Whether you believe or not, He is there, at the... end of the Heavenly Road."

Saying this, Mira tried to persuade,

"Anos, you should stop, you won’t succeed, that’s the truth."

"The truth? Who knows if what you say is the truth or the truth told by the Six Gods?"

The co-monarch questioned,

"I see everything before my eyes, with you, I will have nothing, staying here, aside from a heart of flesh and blood, I will not lose anything."

Mira stared straight at Anos, those words falling on her ears, she couldn’t help but shudder,

The words were too harsh.

"You came here, by God’s arrangement, to fulfill God’s mission...

You shook the Primordial Church, also by God’s arrangement, to fulfill God’s mission..."

Anos said mockingly,

"So, my ascent to godhood would also be a part of the arrangement."

Under the Empress’s gaze, Mira fell silent.

Anos stared at her, the co-monarch of today was no longer the Princess of yesteryear.

If it were the past, Mira’s demeanor would have been enough to unsettle her.

But all that had passed like clouds, each day she became colder than the day before, like gold.

After a moment, Mira slowly raised her head and suddenly said,

"Yes, this is also God’s arrangement."

Anos was slightly startled.

This answer was unexpected.

"Anos, no matter what you do, God is witnessing it.

Perhaps you don’t believe, but... He speaks to me, tells me what exactly needs to be done.

This year, unknown to you, He has already instructed me, and even mentioned your name."

Al’s pupils suddenly constricted, and after a long moment, he regained his original calm, and with a forced smile, he said:

"Tell me,

what is His arrangement?

Why not enlighten me, let me comprehend?"

"Comprehension is not so easily achieved, Anos, just like with Prophet Al, having only one answer is meaningless."

Mira scratched her head, trying to think of a simpler way to explain,

"He once walked a path to the mountain’s summit, a Heavenly Road. This is consistent with the original intention of the Church. Xilan and his followers imitated Prophet Noen and then embarked on that path leading to Heaven."

Anos, however, had lost his patience and said aloud:

"Mira, no, ’God’s Messenger’, you are too full of yourself.

Do you really think the world revolves around you? Think all the Gods are willing to kneel and bow their heads to Heaven?

No, before your arrival, I was already a Princess of the Empire, and before Heaven descended, the constellations continued their courses through the night sky.

What They need is a concession, for the Gods to no longer be bound by the Law, and that is what I need as well.

Enough, Mira, you and I are enemies.

In the old order, you and your God were insignificant, without a place."

The co-ruling Emperor slowly stood up, his voice cold and resolute. Mira watched him, her eyes welling up with tears, her lips trembling, unsure of what to say.

But Mira knew that whatever she said, it would be of no use to Anos as he is now.

Before Anos left, Mira suddenly said:

"Wait... does your heart still ache?"

"No longer."

Anos said indifferently,

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Mira took a deep breath, stood up, and approached him, then asked abruptly and seriously:

"When... do we repent?"

Anos’s pupils constricted again, and then he sneered,

"Never."

Having said that, the co-ruling Emperor closed the door, his entire figure disappearing from Mira’s sight.

Mira breathed deeply, her eyes sore, a profound sense of grievance welling up inside her with nowhere to go.

She stood dejectedly in front of the closed door, motionless, tears swirling.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to her ears,

"Mira, don’t be afraid."

Mira was startled, realizing who it was, she did not turn her head, but instead raised her hand to wipe her tears.

"God... I, I am afraid."

Mira did not hide her thoughts, under the gaze of God, there was nothing to hide,

"I... had been prepared to explain everything to Anos... I wanted to tell him that what he intended to do must not come to pass, but, but..."

Mira brought her hands together in prayer and began to speak softly.

"But she is unable to understand your intentions?"

Mira nodded vigorously.

All at once, she thought of someone, and said softly:

"My predicament... it’s like... Maisy’s, back then, his name was Basel, many people didn’t understand what he was thinking... just like that.

God, the Mortal World is too complex, it’s so complex because it seems to have everything in abundance, yet too little falls on each person.

Like the power Anos is after."

After Mira finished speaking, her face grew more troubled,

"God, how can I make her... make her realize?"

"Mira, do you remember that proverb?"

"What..."

"Clouds fall as mist, fire rises as smoke."

Mira’s eyes brightened, she said softly:

"I understand, it’s a path... Anos’s Heavenly Road."

............

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Pastor Flora and Emperor Leo XI counted each day and night.

It wouldn’t be long before that day arrived.

This couple, standing at the pinnacle of the Empire, looked forward to the day and night.

The Delos Family’s rapid rise to power at the borders and eventually to the top of the entire Empire cannot be separated from the support of the Primordial Church.

All Family Heads have been Primordial believers, and the Primordial faith has been passed down only among the heads of the family.

As the day of prophecy’s fulfillment drew near, Leo XI bathed and purified himself daily, wearing the ermine coronation robes of his ascension, and carried the Vermilion Crown and Eagle Vulture scepter, symbolic of the Empire’s power, always ready to welcome that unprecedented day.

In his view, the importance of that day was no less than the Rebirth Day three thousand years prior.

One day, when night fell.

Under the drowsy night sky, the Six Gods stepped into the Imperial Palace.

At long last, Leo XI had reached that day.