However, modifying the original work consumes tremendous coherence. Changing one line or one sentence is not as simple as one might think; other sentences affected by it must also be appropriately modified.

Otherwise, it would face resistance due to coercion.

Among the incarnates among the priests in Hardumsha, only a few could directly communicate with gods.

And to prevent confusion, the gods had issued a prohibition for them to convey such facts to other priests.

What would be the fate of this world that Sonatek had modified? It was unknown.
The situation after reaching the final chapter was far more terrifying than Illeon could have imagined.

One person’s choice and the malice of tomorrow, the future were at stake.

It was fortunate that the gods had issued a prohibition.

Except for a few who knew this fact, others could lead a peaceful life.

“We need to talk to the Duchess. That way, we can help her.”

“The gods think she should actively capture Sonatek.”

“Yeah. The gods think Mariela has been too passive so far, making the problem more serious.”

Iris helping Mariela and Ruben and Escho worrying about her had different purposes.

Iris was not an incarnate and owed her life to Mariela. So, she wanted to help Mariela and save Elisia from Sonatek. It kept Iris, who had no direction or purpose, going.

But Ruben and Escho carried the five gods and Oder on their shoulders.

Already transcending the world, gods who could no longer influence anything sent revelations to them to spread or withdraw Sonatek. Iris was slightly tired of it.

If they were truly omnipotent gods and did not want to be left as eternal beings in the crevices of the world when Sonatek ascended to the divine throne, shouldn’t they do something?

But they were all talk.

Even though she was a priest, Iris had lost her reverence for the divine quite a long time ago.

“We can’t go to the Duke’s house right now. We don’t know yet that Elisia is alive because of Sonatek. We shouldn’t get caught because of us.”

“It’s frustrating.”

A spark flashed above Ruben and Escho’s heads.

Iris had reached the point where she could guess the gods’ reactions just by the waveform of the spark, even if she didn’t listen anymore.

“I’ll tell the gods. No matter how much we say, we can’t meet Mariela or Elisia right away.”

Escho’s eyes widened.

“Sister. Can you hear this too?”

Seeing her younger brother like that, Ruben shook his head tremblingly.

The salon, situated on a secluded hill, was a charming place.

In the dense forest, there were exotic columns standing side by side, and the stone building, with outdoor tables set close to the sloping front, revealed the picturesque view of Constance Eviong where one or two fires came in. Elisia sighed heavily.

“It’s excessive.”

“What is?”

Illeon’s face was relaxed.

Behind him, water flowed from a statue of a woman with a jar on her shoulder to the pond. Between where the two were sitting and the main building, columns adorned with golden threads were placed at intervals. The border of the table, made of smoothly polished peculiar patterned rocks, seemed to be made of gold.
Despite saying it was excessive, Illeon and Elisia sitting against that background looked surprisingly good together. Elisia only considered it not fitting for herself.

‘I wonder if he’s upset.’

During the date course that continued from Ravelin to the salon, Elisia tried not to think about how much money Illeon spent.

If he had donated that money to Hadoomsha, several struggling orphanages would have easily benefited from it.

She made an effort not to entertain such thoughts.

Illeon did this, hoping she would be pleased.

“Smile. I want to see your smiling face.”

However, it seemed like he didn’t get the reaction he wanted, and Elisia was concerned throughout, especially if Illeon might feel bad considering the amount he spent, and with his nagging about it.

Putting aside the nagging, Elisia focused on something else.

“Thank you for bringing me to a place like this.”

Seeing Illeon happily reflecting on that, Elisia thought it was a good idea to stop nagging.

“I don’t come here often.”

“Really?”

“My father and mother used to come here often.”

“Ah…”

“Before my father passed away, he left me a letter. It was written there.”

The scenery seen with Eunae looked more beautiful than usual, especially among the naturally beautiful scenery, so it was unforgettable.

“Even when I read it, I didn’t quite understand it. Elisia, if you allow, I’ve been thinking of coming here together someday.”

“How about it? What are your impressions after seeing it in person?”

When Elisia asked, Illeon squinted his eyes as if she had become a precious piece of art and observed from left to right, top to bottom.

“As you said.”

Illeon thought that placing beautiful teeth in this beautiful scenery was truly a scene to be remembered.

But since she couldn’t see herself, even if she told him, he wouldn’t know the emotions he felt.

A silver tray with light snacks like fruit juice, cheese, and bread arrived.

“Shall we have a drink?”

The sweet aroma of ripe fruit juice wafted from the well-ripened fruit juice. It felt like saliva gathering slightly under her tongue, but Elisia shook her head.

“No, I’ve never had alcohol.”

“Don’t priests drink alcohol?”

She nodded.

“I’ll try it next time. Not going to be a priest again.”

In Elisia’s heart, there was a distance from the noble lady Elisia of the Duchy.

It might be because she had lived as a priest in Hadoomsha for a long time.

The luxury of dresses and jewelry befitting a lady of the aristocracy felt burdensome as it seemed to be out of place.

Despite knowing the consequences, her heart still couldn’t leave Hadoomsha and seemed to remain within it.

‘I wonder how Rona has been living.’
Is it possible for one’s personality to change so drastically just because they lost their memory? Normally, even if someone loses their memory, things like personality or preferences don’t change, right? Upon reconsideration, it seemed dubious.

“Illeon, I’m still not used to the outside world.”

Elisia cautiously spoke.

“Still, you’ll surely get used to it slowly. I hope you can wait a little.”

Things like walking close to him being awkward or not holding hands or linking arms unless he forcibly pulls her, including things like avoiding eye contact out of shyness when their eyes meet.

“Don’t feel sorry for such things, Elisia.”

Illeon held her hand placed on the table.

“I’m trying to understand what you’re going through.”

Only then did it feel like a bit of the burden on her heart had been lifted.

“I’ll wash my hands for a moment and come back.”

Elisia let go of his hand when she stood up.

Just as Elisia turned around, black flames flickered in the air towards her. Illeon shouted as the flames quickly wrapped around Elisia’s upper body.

“Elisia!”