Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Quietly narrating, using words to stimulate Erwin's spirit

Quietly narrating, using words to stimulate Erwin's spirit, just like the other did to the God of the Stars not long ago.

Of course, it wasn't because the old man had any sense of justice, it was simply because it was very effective.

"Fortunately, they still trusted me back then, didn't take much precaution, otherwise, it would have been really difficult... Ah, by the way, haven't you noticed?"

"As someone who hasn't even lived a thousand years since birth (see 3-349), Erwin, have you ever thought about how you witnessed the Typhon disaster and how you were involved in my experiment from the beginning?"

"It's very unreasonable, but you remember it anyway. Of course, it's because you were never really involved... The ones who truly participated were your senior brothers."

"The only pity is that the souls of the three Legendary Wizards before and after only proved that memory alteration and soul fusion indeed have indelible aftereffects... This made me have to give up the idea of transferring myself to another soul body at that time."

"I had no choice but to treat it as a chain. When I 'sewed' your soul and your senior brother's together, you were forever trapped at that step, unable to overturn until death."

"A student who knows he cannot progress is the best assistant... If it weren't for that centaur's stupidity and your mistakes, perhaps you might have truly stayed by my side forever."

"But there's no way, after all, even the scheming of a wicked person can't compare to the sudden inspiration of a fool..."

"Even now, I don't know what was on his mind."

There was a slight complexity on his face. When he spoke to this point, even the old man was a bit speechless.

He wasn't pretending; he truly couldn't understand.

He, Chiron, was clearly a follower of the Goddess of the Magic Net, but most of his students were descendants of the Olympian Gods, eventually becoming so-called heroes.

Fortunately, despite this, the church was still willing to give him enough respect and trust, after all, he was a student of Hecate.

So when Ake trained Achilles again, the old man did his best to aid in his teaching, just like every time before."

With him at the forefront, the church wouldn't pay too much attention to what the wizards were doing because that was something the centaur should look after.

However, out of guilt for using forbidden technology, as long as the wizards didn't produce anything as 'dark' as imagined, the centaur would just verbally demand they cease, but in reality, wouldn't want to pay any attention to their research.

"Haha... What laughable kindness."

"Because they don't want to see death, they eat barbeque while choosing to stay away from the butchers and the kitchen?"

"But I don't care about this, as life was good—until that day when his student was captured by deities, he actually brought the Divine Artifact of the Spirit Realm to Olympus to rescue him."

Taking a deep breath, even to this day, the old man can only attribute this to Chiron being a good teacher and scholar, but not a good disciple or leader.

From that day on, the old man knew that the church probably wouldn't be so lenient with this centaur anymore, and his good days were about to end as well.

But at that time, he was evidently unaware of the seriousness of art, because the great war in the mortal realm was imminent, and as long as he could delay for a few years, no one would have any time to deal with him... So after much consideration, the old man decided to play a trick: 'publicly build the road while secretly crossing the warehouse.'

"...But what I didn't expect was that it would be you who interrupted everything again."

Refocusing on his student, there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Do you know, when I discovered you had brought a human marked with a deity's imprint into the Underground Palace and even treated him as a sacrifice, how much I wanted to extract your soul and torment it for a thousand years?"

"You don't know, just like you don't know that even though this is Silver Moon City, a city personally named by the Goddess of the Magic Net, the church always had other means. Even if I didn't tell them, they wouldn't be unaware that one of the Wind Gods had been here before."

"This was the reason I chose to hide it at first... It was to make them focus more on this Olympus god."

"I didn't interact with him, I let Medea communicate with him, not because of her talent, but because she was a demigod, and he was a living deity!"

"Anyone seeing this would naturally draw conclusions... Plus her secret appropriation of 'public funds,' stealing the authority of the Clock Tower—how much that looked like a traitor preparing for defection, how much like a heretic colluding with a fake god?" (see 3-370)

"But what was the result?"

"Nothing happened, because of you, everything returned to square one."

Back then, he might have been very angry, but now the old man was left with only a sigh.

That deity indeed attracted the church's attention... But before he could lead the clues to Medea's head, it eventually fell back onto himself.

Perhaps this is fate; it is the protection that the 'Lord' who has never revealed himself gives to his believers in the unseen.

The old man didn't know, he could only guess.

Deity... I didn't lose to the church, just one step away in the face of fate.

After all, compared to an old thing like him who has seen the Great Prophet No and witnessed the establishment of Enoch's Gate, those latecomers are still too young.