Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 47 Night falls
Altair's heart was instantly filled with turmoil.

Unlike those in the Twilight Kingdom who are powerful but essentially the same as himself, and who gain power in the Twilight Kingdom by relying on the authority granted by the spiritual world, this one is a true incarnation of God, an immortal being above the sequence!

His mind suddenly became a little confused, and he wanted to kneel down to him uncontrollably, and kiss the soil under his feet with tears in his eyes like a most devout believer, even though he was not a believer of his. After a long time, he asked the great being in front of him in a slightly out-of-tune voice.

"B-But if that's the case, wouldn't it be better to choose someone stronger than me?"

"No, that's not the case."

"Omibella", no, now I should call her Lilith - she retorted softly.

"Whether the chess pieces are made of gold, jade, or stone tiles, the only difference on the chessboard is the roles they play." He stretched out his ivory-white fingers and gently stroked the grass leaves on his couch, which were as soft as silk. Where his fingers passed, bright red blood oozed out and solidified into exquisite chess pieces one after another. The grass leaves were connected to each other to form a grand chess game.

"Whatever chess piece you are, you should play according to its rules. It's not that bad to leave the victory or defeat to the chess player."

There was a hint of sadness in Lilith's expression.

"But young people don't like this. Badhair's half-brother, my biological child, the God of Glory, Bradl, tried to break free from this shackle."

“He built a kingdom of glory, and wanted to reconstruct the standard of glory by discrediting the existence of that person. However, He cursed him, making his body unable to die forever, and wandering forever in that wasteland…”

"Badhair is not like Bradl. He is relatively thoughtful - of course, only compared to the Twilight Giants. Although he dislikes me and even despises me, thinking that I am the murderer of his mother, he still maintains a superficial mother-son relationship with me, calls me Omibella, and asks me to help him seize the river."

"I won't tell you about the relevant details. With your level, your knowledge of the river itself may even constitute pollution. You only need to know that I agreed because I was soft-hearted. Even though I knew he wanted to use the power of the river to kill me and resurrect his biological mother - because I also had a little selfish motive at the time. I hoped that he could use that power to help his brother escape the cursed fate."

Although Lilith's face was shrouded in shadow, her voice revealed regret that was difficult to conceal.

"Unfortunately, both Badhair and I underestimated the River of Eternal Darkness. It corrupted Badhair, making him more addicted to killing and enjoying death. At the same time, He wanted to use the river to go one step further, kill the Goddess of Night and annex Her authority."

"However, I know clearly that as long as Badhair devours Amanesis's divine power, He will definitely lose control and fall into irreversible madness."

"Can gods become mad?" Altaïr asked in amazement.

Lilith's face, whose features could not be seen clearly, now showed an expression more sad than ever before.

"Yes, that's why I fell."

Then, the room fell into a long silence. After a long while, Lilith continued:
"Then, that person's incarnation found me and said that He could help me get Badhair out of his madness and downgrade him to a Sequence 2 status, freeing him from the infection of the river. The condition was that I would cooperate with Amanesis to kill Badhair, and then He would help me keep Badhair's consciousness in the false kingdom of God constructed by this holy emblem. Once this consciousness is formed, He can use His status to resurrect in the body of a Sequence 2 angel of this path."

So this is how it works... Altaïr recovered from his shock and lamented the terrifying power of the gods.

For them, death is not the end!
"I finally agreed. Haha, my own son was cursed by his predecessor, and another son died because of his scheme... He is truly a guy who has completely abandoned his humanity."

Lilith's voice sounded again, but this time her words contained an anger that was like the earth cracking and the mountains collapsing. Altaïr did not dare to respond at all.

"At the critical moment of the battle between Badhair and the goddess, I stabbed the wooden staff into his vest. When he finally called out my real name incredibly, I felt that my state had stabilized again. Although it was the last time, it was also the first time he called me by my real name instead of calling me Omibella in a hypocritical way."

"You should be able to guess what happened next. I chose that nun as my follower and helped her avoid the pursuit of the Nighthawks who didn't know the truth. She hid in my church with the holy emblem. Her heart is extremely pure. Even among Badhair's followers, she is quite special. Her feelings are directly directed towards Badhair, not towards the God of War. When Badhair is successfully resurrected in the body of the Patriarch of the church, she will become Badhair's most important anchor."

Lilith stood up from her couch and walked past Altaïr, her crimson evening gown gradually changing into the plant-like dress again. She walked to the wall of the tent and looked out the window.

"Help me eliminate interference and don't let your companions interfere. I will try to fix Badhair's spirit. Although I came in the form of an incarnation, my status will be limited. If those dusk giants and your companions interfere, things will become very troublesome. I must capture Badhair's complete consciousness so that he will not lose control after his resurrection."

"But why didn't you choose her, your believer, but chose me, a believer of the night?"

Altaïr summoned up the courage to ask one last question, "Wouldn't it be better to find a devout believer for this matter?"

Lilith smiled for the first time tonight.

"Do you think it's easier for an 'instigator' to convince an 'arsonist', or vice versa? If I bring both of you here at once, Badhair will be wary of you."

Seeing Altaïr's expression of sudden realization, Lilith's expression returned to seriousness. Her gaze turned to the distant sky, where the dusk had dimmed without her noticing, as if someone had pulled up a black curtain, slowly swallowing up the dusk inch by inch.

The Kingdom of Twilight, which has remained unchanged for a long time, has welcomed its first night.

(End of this chapter)