Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

To meet the above two conditions, the skill "Your Name" must be given to Alfia, which means that one of the naming slots in the food chain can only be placed on the mirror image of Alfia.

Perfectly, the mirror puppet satisfies the fact that it has a simple mind and accepts the 'name' given to it by Ciel.

Therefore, Ciel named this puppet "Metluja".

"Will it succeed?" Alfia was extremely nervous at this moment, as this was one of the few times she harbored a selfish thought.

“No problem,” Charles reassured her. “It’s not just about the ‘name,’ but also the connections to ‘dual destiny,’ ‘bloodline,’ ‘emotions,’ and so on. It’ll definitely match the right person.”

As he spoke, Charles looked at the bed on the other side of the laboratory, where Cassandra slowly woke up. Amid everyone's anticipation, she slowly made an OK sign.

Ciel used the food chain to issue the command to activate the skill...

Rumble——————

Above Orario, a golden pillar flashed for a moment, and ripples of chaos slowly reversed.

The gods looked up at the sky, their expressions inscrutable, a mixture of worry, excitement, and helplessness.

Inside the labyrinth, the black magical circuits connected to Metluja lit up, and a magical array inscribed with sacred script unfolded on the ground.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the puppet lying on the bed opened its eyes, looking bewildered at the strangely structured room, its face revealing visible fear.

"Where...is this? Who are you...? Hmm? Alfia?" Upon seeing Alfia, the girl's fear vanished instantly, leaving only confusion.

"What's wrong with me?"

“Metluja? Are you Metluja?” Alfia’s lips trembled as she cautiously probed.

"What? Am I so sick that you can't even recognize me? No way~~~" Metluja covered her face, worried about her appearance.

"No, it looks great." Ciel thoughtfully handed over a mirror, in which was reflected a head of gray hair and heterochromatic eyes.

"Huh?" Metluja blinked, curiously asking, "How did I turn into Alfia? How amazing!"

She looked up, squinted, and chuckled sheepishly, "Hehe, this really was a dream. What a strange dream."

“You can treat it as a dream. Welcome back after nine years, Metluja.” Alfia covered her lips, and two hot tears slid down her rarely expressionless face, revealing a smile that Ciel had never seen before.

She rushed over and hugged Metluja tightly in her arms; at that moment, she was incredibly happy.

"It really must be a dream. Alfia, you're actually smiling so happily." Metluja's eyes curved like crescent moons.

How long has it been?

It's been so long since I've seen Alfia smile.

"If you like it, dream a little longer. This beautiful dream might even continue into the future." Ciel turned his head to look at the other side.

Over there, Fells was adjusting the equipment, and a projection appeared in the crystal mirror of the laboratory.

Chapter 447 tells everyone about the total annihilation.

"Wait, what's that?" Metluja turned her head curiously and saw her room on the screen.

Ciel pressed the button in front of the crystal mirror, and in the image, Metlugh slowly walked into the bathroom.

Metluth's image was reflected in the mirror. She covered her mouth, coughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and skillfully turned on the tap to flush it away.

Then, in the scene, Metlujah habitually took off her pants, her small hand reaching out to grab something, only to find it empty. Then, following her subconscious instincts, the puppet slowly squatted down, and the sound of running water could be heard.

"Hey, hey, hey—what's this?!"

The scene is from a first-person perspective, so the viewpoint is the walls of the room.

But even a fool knows what the girl is doing right now...

"Thump—" Alfia's chop struck Charles's head precisely.

"Ouch, that hurts! What are you doing?!"

"These are my lines! Don't mess with Metlujah's body!" Alfia's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"This is a basic test! We can't let her be unable to take care of herself in a normal life! Besides, we didn't see anything, did we?!" Charles pointed at the screen, looking aggrieved and utterly wronged.

Metlujah jumped anxiously to Ciel's side, staring back and forth between Ciel and Alfia, and suddenly asked, "Who are you? And what's going on in this scene?"

"Just an arrogant brat." Alfia crossed her arms and turned her head away.

“I’ve never seen Alfia get along so well with any boy.” Metlucia’s eyebrows curved into a smile, but she was clearly more interested in the machine in front of her.

Charles turned back to his seat, pressed the directional keys, and sent simple reflex commands to the puppet's consciousness via a signal of the same frequency.

“Of course you haven’t seen it, because this is ten years in the future. What you call the future.” Charles pointed to the screen: “Inside is the ‘past’ where you should exist.”

"Huh?" Metluja paused for three seconds, "The future? The past?"

"Simply put, we temporarily transferred your 'past' consciousness to this 'puppet' through some means, and the puppet's consciousness was then transferred to your past self."

"Huh? Is this even possible? But why?" Metluja's eyes were filled with confusion.

“Because I wanted to save you…” Alfia said succinctly, “Eight years ago, you died from a serious illness caused by weakness after giving birth.”

"Giving birth?" Metluja stood with her hands behind her back, showing no surprise at her impending death, but rather more concerned about having given birth to someone's child: "So I really did choose to be a mother? Is it a boy or a girl? Who's the father?"

"do not you know?"

Metluth shook her head.

At this moment, Ciel, controlling the past Metluth, found the 'calendar': "It seems to be anchored to the year 984 of the Age of Gods, which is 10 years ago."

Sixteen years before the main story begins, there are still more than half a year before the battle against the black dragon, and preparations are underway for the battle against Behemoth.

There are still two years until Bell is born.

"It's only because that bastard hasn't messed with you yet!" Alfia sneered. "Very well, let's do it again. I will definitely protect your Metlujah!"

"Huh?" Metluja tugged at Alfia's sleeve. "Tell me, who is it?"

"No way! I'd rather die than tell you."

Seeing Metluth's expression, Ciel did not offer any words of advice to Alfia.

Arbitrarily destroying the past will lead to a deviation in the present.

But conversely, perhaps it was because of what she had witnessed in the "present" that Metluja made decisions in the "past".

For example, the more parents forbid something, the more interested the child becomes and the more they want to explore it. Metlugh is currently in this state.

"Alright." Ciel clapped his hands, interrupting the sisters' interaction: "The current goal is to cure Metluja's illness."

"Illness?" Metluja tilted her head, clenched her little fist and punched out twice, "Come to think of it, I really feel much more comfortable here. It's truly a dream."

"You can understand it that way too."

Metluja is only 14 years old now, free from the torment of illness, and has a much more cheerful personality than Alfia.

Perhaps they still believe that what they say in their dreams is all false and that they will forget it when they wake up.

Ciel had the puppet write "Hello, I am Ciel. I come from the future" on the inside of its thigh, and then grinned at Metluth.

"Go back and see if it's real, then you'll know if it was a dream."

“Oh~~” Metlujah seemed to be thinking.

Alfia gave him a sharp look.

Charles coughed and said seriously, "About your illness..."

"To put it simply, we cannot currently transcend time to solve your problems. Therefore, our priority is to ensure you are alive 'now.'"

"Based on this premise, there are several methods."

"First, use this device and the 'Silence' template brought by the puppet to increase your Grace level. This will help alleviate the pain."

"Second, go to the divine capital of Olympia and persuade the high priest to grant you the protection of the sacred fire, so that your body may remain immortal."

“This requires a certain level of strength and influence as a background.” Charles stroked his chin. “I think that after defeating Behemoth, we can use that prestige to persuade the gods to help us.”

He gave an awkward smile: "After all, any later and it might be too late; Zeus and Hera's entire clan would be wiped out."

Metlujah was initially quite interested, but upon hearing about the total annihilation, her entire body stiffened, her eyes turning into tiny beans: "Total... what?"

“Oh… it means they’re all dead,” Ciel said calmly.

"Is this true? What about Alfia?"

“I’m still alive…” Alfia looked away, “but it’s practically the same as being dead. My spirit has been completely shattered. In our current state, we simply cannot defeat that thing.”

"Oh! Such an important matter, please tell me sooner!" Metluth clenched her fist: "I need to go back and tell everyone..."

"Hey, hey..." Ciel's heart pounded: "Don't do anything reckless..."

What should we do if an irreversible accident occurs?

Playing with time can lead to all sorts of 'grandfather paradox' problems. If something unexpected happens, you might be swayed by the vortex of chaos into other timelines!

Alfia also advised, "You should focus on your illness. I think even if we tell them now that 'we' will lose, the hero and the empress won't stop."

"In order to delay the final process, that battle is unavoidable," Alfia revealed the truth.

"So, you did achieve something in that battle?" Charles asked, slightly surprised.

He thought that Zeus and Hera's kin had been mercilessly crushed.

"Of course, they are the Empress and heroes. No matter how strong the Black Dragon is, he can't surpass them. If it weren't for the collapse of the Familia, which spread despair, we wouldn't be without a fighting chance."

Ciel recalled the battle between Alyssa and Zagnat in the original timeline.

After their companions were easily slaughtered, only a small number of members were able to muster the strength and courage to fight back against the monster.

This is also why Alfia wanted to overthrow Orario in the first place.

Modern adventurers simply lack the courage to face despair.

Chapter 448 Zeus and Hera, Bad Luck

"I want to know. I want to know the details of this battle!" Metluja made a capricious request.

Alfia looked at Charles hesitantly, worried that something 'accident' might happen.

“Say what you want to say,” Ciel said casually. “Changing Metluth is changing the past. Since the butterfly effect is bound to happen, it doesn’t matter if we change a little more.”

"I'm also curious to know just how powerful the 'End' you've always kept in your heart really is."