People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 204

“Could you possibly be referring to the Ariel Temple?”

However, back then, in my obsession with finding God’s answer, I had ruled through terror so recklessly that I couldn’t possibly tell which exact location the Messenger of God meant.

Thus, after much deliberation, I ventured the name of the building that seemed most plausible and watched for the creature’s reaction.

“But the Ariel Temple was destroyed long ago in a war and no longer exists.”

I couldn’t possibly confess outright that it was I who, under the late emperor, had fabricated a pretext out of sheer obsession to find God’s answer and thus started the war that led to its destruction—even if I had to admit it later should circumstances force my hand.

Besides, my power came with the drawback of shortening my lifespan; what madman would go so far as to relocate a temple destroyed in war to a spot along the path to heaven?

Even if I granted, for argument’s sake, that someone had wished to move it, they would surely have chosen the site with great care and deliberation. Would any sane person place it here?

Even though centuries have passed and the hatred I once bore has faded somewhat compared to the past, I still resent and despise God—so who on earth would move a temple here just to please me?

Moreover, my power wasn’t nearly as formidable as God’s. I might levitate small objects or a few items, but moving an entire massive building was utterly impossible.

“The one currently in Randel is merely a rebuilt temple bearing the same name.”

At the very least, if I were going to vaguely imply that it was a place I myself had erased, I needed to make the timeframe discernible. I shrugged my shoulders, as if baring my belly in surrender.

‘Ah, they don’t even know I was the late emperor in my past life.’

For a moment, I worried I’d accidentally let slip something that might reveal my identity to the Messenger of God, but seeing the children around me react with utter indifference reassured me. No one gasped in shock or exclaimed, “Surely the Crown Princess couldn’t be that very person?”

‘Then again, since they knew me from my time in Paradise, maybe it doesn’t matter?’

I’d never seen Beris or Ronowe during the life immediately preceding my current one as Crown Princess, nor had we ever crossed paths—so it made sense they wouldn’t suspect I’d once been the late emperor.

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