After contemplating for a moment, the Absolute God added, “At least, if you want to be born again as a human in the next life.”

“I promise. Trust me.”

The prostrate Lawrence, thinking about Vercheria who left her tower, gritted her teeth.

Lakhara looked down at Vercheria lying on the bed.

Just a moment ago, Vercheria couldn’t withstand the outburst of power and was dying, but now she lay on the bed with an incredibly peaceful face.

The golden hair scattered on the blanket and the body lying on it looked unreal.

It was more like a doll made of white snow than a person.

Even the neatly spread eyelashes sparkled in a golden color, and every time she squinted and opened her eyes, it seemed like sunlight was streaming in.

“Are you okay…?”

Lakhara, leaning forward to inspect her, realized that something was strange about the clothes she was wearing.

Although it was undoubtedly the same shirt and pants, it felt oddly different.

The material was strange, and the colors of the buttons were of a type never seen before.

Come to think of it, the scenery in the room was also unfamiliar.

It wasn’t old, but it had an incredibly old feeling.

“Ugh.”

Vercheria on the bed was shaking her head in pain.

Realizing that she, too, was wearing unfamiliar clothes while lying on the bed, Lakhara could understand.

This was not a present memory.

It was a memory from a very long time ago, older than any period that Lakhara could stumble upon.

A memory from a past life.

Merc, my lord.

At the sound of knocking on the door, Lakhara was surprised and turned her head.

“Merc?”

The first man of the Edkins family.
Lord Merc. Princess Lyrilian wishes to speak with you.

Lakralan, furrowing his brows, asked again, “Who?”

Princess Lyrilian. His fiancée.

His gaze slowly moved from the door to the bed.

Lakralan walked with long strides, lifting Vercheria’s skirt slightly.

There were no traces of injuries on her legs.

He quickly raised his arm.

There were no signs of injuries there either.

Lakralan delicately grasped Vercheria’s slender ankle with his fingertips.

As the still warm body transmitted its heat, he breathed a sigh of relief.

And the next moment.

The surroundings changed to a forest.

He was running somewhere, holding Vercheria’s hand tightly.

“We have to hurry.”

Vercheria’s face, running in front of him, was sweaty.

“Vercheria.”

She, who was panting and running ahead, turned her head, her blonde hair swaying.

Then, with more strength in the hand he was holding, she said, “Merc. Quickly. The Absolute God will find us soon.”

As the wind blew, Vercheria’s distinctive scent permeated his nostrils.

“I don’t know what will happen if we get caught. Now that I know the secret of the gods, we are not safe.”

Breathing heavily, Vercheria looked at Lakralan.

“Merc. Even now, knowing everything, won’t you leave me?”

Lakralan reached out and wrapped Vercheria’s cheek in his hand.

“There is nothing greater than love in the world, my Vercheria.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Vercheria closed her eyes, pressed her face against Lakralan’s palm, and started running again.

Looking at the blonde hair fluttering behind her, Lakralan could remember everything that had happened so far.

His coming to this land as a god, meeting and falling in love with Vercheria.

All of this was a situation that no one could predict.

“Merc. Come this way.”

A long time ago, only gods lived in this world.

The Absolute God was the oldest among them, the god of the primordial era.

Edkins and Velofai were born after that.

Most of the principles and rules existing here were decided by the Absolute God along with the other gods.

They decided to create humans and acted accordingly, but it did not go as they wanted.

Humans, although their appearance was similar to the gods, were as weak as animals on the inside.

Nevertheless, for a while, the gods enjoyed watching their actions, seemingly oblivious to the passage of time.

The Absolute God also cherished humans.

However, one day, they began to act freely, breaking away from the gods, and with the addition of human will, the gods lost control over humans.

Variables upon variables kept emerging.

The Absolute God, in order to restore order, sent down the gods, emphasizing only one prohibition.
“Do not fall in love with humans.”

However, Edkins ended up falling in love with Vercheria, and the event that the Absolute God had worried about inevitably occurred.

The union of a god and a human created more variables than he had feared.

“Sigh.”

Lakralan let out a long sigh.

“The Absolute God won’t give up.”

The two of them had arrived in a small village.

“I know her. So, the best we can do is bury our memories here.”

“Merc.”

“So that the Absolute God won’t notice. Secretly.”

“Yes, I’ll do as you say.”

The two embraced each other passionately.

They hurriedly kissed and shared each other’s warmth.

“But don’t worry. We will eventually meet again. I will make it happen.”