Muha’s giant wings spread out in the air, and with just a few movements, they soared into the sky, as if touching the clouds.

Laclahan firmly embraced her body to prevent Vercheria from falling.

Kie-ie-ae-ek.

With a few flaps of Muha’s wings, the two shot up into even higher skies.

Vercheria’s created small water droplets washed away the blood sticking to Muha’s wounds, but it didn’t heal them.

Drops of Muha’s blood leaked out one by one and fell to the dark ground.

However, even with just that, it seemed to have an effect. Since leaving the palace, Muha’s wingbeats, which had felt heavy all along, gained more strength over time.

As the flight stabilized and the palace became as small as a dot in the distance, Laclahan whispered incomprehensible words to Muha.

Upon hearing it, Muha turned to the left and started flying.

“What did you say?”

Laclahan tilted his head, smiling as he looked down at Vercheria.

“The language the first gods used. Divine beings instinctively understand it because they were born borrowing the divine energy.”

“The first gods.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

He lightly ruffled Vercheria’s forehead and looked down below.

Although Laclahan was currently living as a human, he had regained all his memories.

Vercheria didn’t know whether it was a curse or a blessing.

The clouds cleared, revealing the half-moon in between.

Moonlight poured down, casting a subtle glow on his side profile.

She silently watched the graceful lines of his straight forehead and the nose below.

“Do you want to go back to the way it was before?”

Laclahan raised his eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?”

“To the time when you were a god.”

He seemed to be perfectly fine, but there was no response from him.

“Laclahan.”

He gently smiled, turning his gaze away from her to the sky full of stars.

“Perhaps.”

Unaware, Vercheria’s expression stiffened.

As he gazed at the sky filled with stars, Laclahan recalled ancient events as if they were happening again.

‘Graham.’

He didn’t remember every tiny moment from the day he was born as a god until now.

Some moments were etched in detail in his mind, while others were buried in forgetfulness.

In fact, most of the time was not important to him.

Knowing how painful a life with perfect memory could be, Laclahan left as many moments as possible to pass by meaninglessly.

‘Perhaps the Absolute God might have loved me.’

Once again, his thoughts returned to the brief conversation he had with her.

If he hadn’t uttered those words to the Absolute God, what would have happened?
Then, would he not have to feel this uneasy?

Laclahan slowly searched his memories, recalling the time when she was not the Absolute God but Graham.

Now, realizing as he revisited the memories, the fact was that she had blatantly shown her emotions toward him in every moment.

He just didn’t notice those emotions back then because the Laclahan of that time was ignorant of such feelings.

If the love Graham spoke of was the same as the love Laclahan felt for Vercheria…

Perhaps Graham would not give up on Laclahan, just as he had not let go of Vercheria for a long time.

Even now, at this moment, Laclahan couldn’t control his emotions towards Vercheria and had to restrain the overflowing feelings every moment.

At this moment, Laclahan regretted becoming human for the first time.

The human body was too fragile to protect Vercheria.

No matter how he was the most powerful being on this land.

However.

‘In the end, I should be the one to tie up these tangled emotions.’

He could no longer sacrifice the woman he loved.

“Vercheria.”

Laclahan held her waist, pointing to the front where Muha was flying.

“That’s our destination.”

“Let me meet Empress Lawrence. Dylan, I beg you like this.”

Kelita was almost pleading with Dylan.

She momentarily forgot how cruel Gerard was, what he had done to get what he wanted.

The fact that he had killed his father and murdered two brothers without feeling any guilt.

“Dylan, please.”

Dylan’s steps toward the entrance of the palace, bound by Kelita, came to a halt.

He stared at Kelita, who kept babbling, then let out a long sigh.

Dylan spoke to the royal guards who were moving with him from behind.

“Stop here. I’ll go alone from here.”

“What?”

Perplexed royal guards received another rough statement from Dylan.

“Is it possible to question my orders?”

Due to his cold expression, the royal guards tensed up and stood up straight.

“Sorry!”

“We will do as you command!”

As the guards who feared sparks disappearing dispersed, Kelita’s eyes sparkled.

“Are you going to take me to Lawrence?”

Since Lawrence was the one who gave all these instructions, Kelita guessed that if she could go to him, she might not be expelled from the palace.

She even had to resort to threats, claiming that she would blow everything that happened until now if he didn’t protect her.

Regardless of the conclusion, the only way she could survive now was to meet Lawrence.

“The princess’s destination is outside the palace.”

“Dylan!”
Dylan looked down at Kelita.