Chapter 385. Magic (5)
A few weeks had passed since then.
“I’m starting to see it.”
Just as Penia said, Rosario came into view in the distance.
Alon Palatio observed the scenery and fell into deep thought.
He had only one task in Rosario.
Meeting with the Goddess Sironia, just as “that” said.
And if there was something else to do—
Perhaps ask Yutia Bloodia about the Supernatural Blood.
Supernatural Blood.
Alon had no real information about it.
The only thing he knew was:
That Yutia Bloodia was the daughter of the Supernatural Blood.
And that the Supernatural Blood brought down two colossal empires.
That was all.
But there was a possibility that Yutia Bloodia knew something.
She was the daughter of the Supernatural Blood, after all.
‘Of course, there is also the possibility that she knows nothing.’
The reason Alon could realize that Yutia Bloodia was the daughter of the Supernatural Blood was because Psychedelia had explained it.
But, if by chance…
If Yutia Bloodia was unaware of her own origin, she might also be unaware of her true identity.
Of course, the probability must be extremely low.
“Huu—”
Alon decided to admit it clearly.
At that moment, he felt a very clear rejection towards the idea of asking Yutia about the Supernatural Blood. He didn't know why, but it was a fact.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be dwelling on it so much.
While he tried to dispel that strange discomfort, Alon remembered Eliban. He, whom Alon couldn't quite understand, but who clearly moved with a defined purpose.
“Penia.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know anything about Eliban? How is he?”
“Eliban?”
“Yes.”
Penia tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and replied:
“Hasn't he woken up yet?”
“The last time I heard, almost all his wounds had healed. But…”
“Yes. As the Marquis said, they brought him to Divine Land to treat him, but he still hasn't regained consciousness.”
Alon let out a slight sigh and shook his head.
Suddenly, it seemed to him that all his doubts were useless.
‘I will ask directly.’
That was Alon's verdict.
In a short time, they were already arriving at the gate of Rosario.
‘Both Yuman and Yutia told me I should come… and only now am I coming.’
Alon decided to stop thinking about Yutia for the moment and remembered the main purpose of his visit.
‘The Goddess Sironia.’
For Alon, the Goddess Sironia was an entity that had changed a lot in his perception.
At first, he thought she was just another typical goddess of a fantasy world.
Then, a goddess who did things he didn't understand.
Later, he recognized her as one of the deities that emerged in the era of the forgotten god.
And now, his perception had changed again.
Rather…
The correct thing would be to say that his mind was filled with questions.
He never imagined that the one with blue eyes would say the Goddess Sironia's name.
‘Anyway, I’ll know everything soon.’
When Alon's carriage approached, the gate opened as if they were waiting for them.
The huge gate opened.
And behind it—
Yuman appeared, waiting for them.
Seeing the carriage, Yuman smiled.
The reaction made Alon, unintentionally, feel nervous as he descended.
“Welcome, Brother.”
As soon as he got down, Yuman greeted him.
To be honest, Alon had no reason to feel that way.
He hadn't done anything to Yuman.
But now he knew perfectly well what misunderstanding Yuman had about him.
And that was the reason for his slight discomfort.
Maybe right after the creation of Divine Land it didn't matter.
But by now, Yuman must also know that Alon planned to proclaim a new kingdom.
…Because of that,
when they talked after the battle of the Bearer, Alon had felt somewhat uncomfortable.
“It’s been a while, Saint.”
“Yes, I was waiting for you. Come in.”
But Yuman simply smiled and guided them. And Alon followed him into the interior of Rosario.
“Wow—”
“It turned out quite well.”
[Hmph— seems so.]
[Kyu.]
As soon as they entered, Evan, Penia, Basiliora, and Blackie let out exclamations. Alon agreed.
Rosario, which had been semi-destroyed as punishment for sin, was now restored, becoming an impeccable white city again.
It even looked like a city that wouldn't allow even a shadow of darkness.
As they advanced, Alon and his group arrived at the sanctuary.
Upon arriving at Yuman's office, Alon heard that Yutia hadn't come out to receive him.
“Did she go out for a moment?”
“Yes, but I think she will return tonight or tomorrow.”
“I see.”
Then Alon and Yuman talked about various topics. And just when Alon was about to mention the main reason for his visit—
“I think you should rest from the journey today. Tomorrow you will be able to meet with the Goddess.”
Yuman spoke first. Alon was surprised behind his neutral expression.
“You already knew?”
“Yes. The Goddess said you would come.”
“……Goddess Sironia?”
“That’s right.”
Alon brought his hand to his chin, without thinking. That Goddess Sironia was waiting for him… was surprising.
‘Then, does she really have a connection with the blue eyes?’
While thinking, he remembered that Yuman was in front of him.
“Thank you for the consideration.”
“No, how could I not? You are my Brother.”
Yuman smiled warmly.
Alon observed him for a moment and finally decided.
“I just… wanted to clarify something.”
“Yes, Brother?”
While he saw that kind smile, Alon hesitated. Should he tell him or not?
…To be honest, he already knew.
It was too late to correct the misunderstanding.
But he preferred to mention it at least once.
“Hasn't that misunderstanding… been cleared up yet?”
He asked carefully.
Yuman stared at him… then smiled.
“What misunderstanding are you referring to?”
“Well—”
Alon fell silent for a few seconds.
Because Yuman's misunderstandings were various.
‘Which one do I start with?’
It was awkward.
But Alon couldn't continue. Because Yuman spoke first.
“I don't know what misunderstanding you mention, but if you fear that I am treating you like this because of it… do not worry.”
"…What?”
Alon hadn't even started and Yuman had already interrupted him.
“I say it as it is. Even if your identity isn't what I originally thought, I don't think that is a problem.”
“Really…?”
“Yes. I believe in what I have seen of you.”
With an expression full of good will and confidence, Yuman added:
“So do not worry, Brother.”
Then he rose gently.
“I will take you to your room.”
Alon followed him, remembering once again what kind of person Yuman was.
‘…So this is a saint.’
He knew that people value their belonging and beliefs very much.
In religion, even more so.
That’s why Yuman's reaction was surprising even for him.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
And behind them, Penia and Evan whispered:
“I think the Marquis is impressed, huh?”
“Did he seriously just realize?”
“Well, they've spent years together.”
“Sure, but he's surely thinking: How can someone be like that?! He really is a saint!”
“…I think anyone would treat him like that if they thought about what the Marquis has done.”
“We all know it. The only one who has no idea is himself.”
Both followed the group.
The next day.
Alon, guided by Yuman, headed to the Saint's room, where he could meet with the Goddess Sironia.
“I will wait for you outside.”
Upon arrival, Yuman left silently.
Alon stood before a huge statue that almost filled the room.
Then—
Wuuuuum—!
Even without using mana, a white light began to emanate from the statue.
Alon knew that was the symptom prior to Sironia speaking, so he waited calmly.
‘What will I hear?’
While coming towards Rosario, Alon had felt a certain expectation. But in reality, he didn't know what to expect.
He still couldn't imagine the exact connection between that one with blue eyes and the Goddess Sironia.
But he felt that he would get something here. So he stared at the statue.
The light, which trembled at first, became completely white and stable.
And then—
[Hello.]
Goddess Sironia's voice was heard— or was it?
Alon stood bewildered, looking at the statue.
The statue glowed normally. There didn't seem to be any visible problem.
But Alon remained motionless for one reason:
Goddess Sironia's voice.
‘…It was a much more mature voice, wasn't it?’
Sironia's voice, as he remembered it, was solemn and adult.
It wasn't a memory error; he was sure.
But the voice he was hearing now was very young.
Almost like that of a little girl, not that of an adult woman.
That’s why—
“…Is it really the Goddess Sironia?”
[Well, strictly speaking, no, you know? Because…]
Alon asked.
And the Goddess Sironia— or rather—
[—Because I am the ‘Divine Blood’, the original from which she derives.]
“H… what?”
—That was what it answered.
