“Right, right.”

Gerald raised his eyes sharply.

And seeing Absolute Sin nodding with satisfaction, he understood why she had come, what she wanted.

‘She wants war!’

The reason was unknown, but it was a clear fact.

As soon as he realized, a sinister instinct began to lift his head.
The heart that had crumbled, thinking that Absolute Sin had come to judge, began to regain its shape.

“But, Absolute Sin.”

“…?”

“What will happen if I don’t start a war?”

“What?”

Gerald’s question changed Absolute Sin’s expression for a moment, and he didn’t miss that fleeting moment.

“Of course, I don’t mean to say that I won’t start a war.”

He struggled to suppress the smile that emerged while raising his eyebrows.

“Just that, when I start a war, I feel like Absolute Sin could offer some small help. What if, at a dangerous moment, you respond to my call just once?”

“…What? Are you daring to propose a deal to me, a human subject?”

“Not a demand.”

A smirk appeared on Gerald’s lips.

“Just once. Only once. If you appear before me like this just once, I think I can handle the war splendidly with that power.”

Absolute Sin looked at Gerald with lowered eyes.

Whether she knew or not, Gerald was proposing a contract within the limits that did not infringe on human free will.

It seemed that she had misunderstood the human until now.

Gerald was not an insignificant human.

“This parasite-like guy.”

He was a clever strategist who could find a way to survive anywhere.

Rakrahan gently brushed Vercheria’s cheek, lying defenselessly.

As the wind blew over the blue grass, her blonde hair swayed gently.

A smile unconsciously appeared on Rakrahan’s lips.

Vercheria was in a place of peaceful air where nothing disturbed, and she could reach whenever she wanted.

Everything was a perfect moment.

He delicately touched her thinly spread red lips with his fingertips.

After giving up becoming a god, repeating death, rebirth, and death again for hundreds of years, what he had been waiting for was not a grand moment.

It was just now.

Holding the woman he loved and enjoying peaceful time together.

To savor this small happiness, he fought and endured for a long time.

Some lives were only suffering, and some lives were barely livable.

But no time could fill his empty inner self.
Finally, in this life where he met Vercheria, he could fully understand the reasons he had lived up to now.

If someone were to ask him whether this moment had any value, he could answer without hesitation.

Of course, it was.

If there is someone who does not understand him, this time he will ask that person.

Have you ever experienced love?

Have you ever heard the breath of a beloved woman?

Have you ever imagined how sweet her breath is while holding her beautiful chest?

Or seen the moment when she blinks her eyes, bites her lips, or refrains from saying something while walking towards you?

If you ask such questions, someday, when such a moment comes to you, you will understand me.

Even if he has to make greater sacrifices, Rakrahan will choose this path again.

The fate was decided from the moment he first met Vercheria.

Whether he has walked or will walk, all paths are directed towards her.

It was already all decided at that moment.

“Vercheria.”

At Rakrahan’s voice, she moved her head like a whimpering puppy.

Finding it cute, he chuckled softly.

“I’m resting here for a moment.”

After gently kissing her cheek, which still hadn’t cooled from the previous warmth, Rakrahan stood up.

He neatly unfolded the cloak lying on the floor to cover Vercheria’s body and took one last look at her.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be resolved.”

He doesn’t think that this moment is the last.

Rakrahan has never been defeated by anyone, not even once.

Even in the long time he lived as a god.

Even after giving up being a god to protect Vercheria.

While enjoying life as a human.

Although he anticipated the next, he had never truly experienced defeat.

Even if the opponent is the Absolute Sin, that fact will not change.

“Moha!”

Rakrahan called Moha.

Moha, who had been rolling around leisurely, stood up and spread its wings.

Rakrahan whispered in the language of the gods while riding on the nape of Moha, whose beak was lowered.

“Let’s go up to the surface.”

Moha, scratching the area under its wings with its beak, rose straight up at Rakrahan’s command.

Just staying here for a while had already healed Moha’s wounds.

While flapping its wings as Rakrahan commanded, Moha continued to inspect the lower part where Vercheria was sleeping.

“It’s okay.”

Rakrahan whispered, patting Moha’s thick neck.

“Vercheria will be safe as long as she’s here.”

The Absolute Sin was not a being that needed to fight with strength.

Originally, Vercheria could not be a match for the Absolute Sin, even if she became a god now.

She could never escape from the framework of being Absolute Sin’s creation.
“In the end, I have to tie this knot.”

As if trying to abandon any lingering attachment to Vercheria, Moha flapped its wings more vigorously.