Starting with the defeated female knight

Although the change came suddenly, it also dissipated quickly.

But even if others didn't notice, how could Green, who was facing Grace directly, or rather, the person involved, not notice?

Although it was just a tender tentacle that had just split off from the branch, and he had never encountered this type before, Green couldn't be sure what was going on with the child.

But based on the strange change just now, he was certain that the child's problem was definitely not minor.

as well as......

I am not a god.

[It can be a person, or even tentacles]

But it is not God.

But clearly, he wasted his breath.

After all, neither of the two people present had ever interacted with him before. Some emotions could be conveyed through their eyes, but they couldn't possibly understand the specific meaning.

But it doesn't really matter.

Because no matter what the child in front of him is, or whether he can understand what the child means, it will not affect what he is going to do next.

As Sheila re-binded Grace's eyes, her tentacles flowed silently, her eyeballs scanned the surroundings, and finally focused back on the two children.

Then, I sighed inwardly.

What kind of miserable life is this...?

[Regardless of everything else, at least make sure they have enough to eat.]

......

"You don't actually have some kind of special preference, do you?"

Inside the sacred church, the blue butterfly gazed at the swaying tentacles before her, her expression gradually becoming subtle.

What can I do if I encounter this situation and do nothing about it?

The tentacles spread their hands out.

So, what do you think of a solution?

Although he wanted to help the two little ones, the capital city was, after all, his territory. With just these two tentacles, he could barely protect himself, let alone take care of the two children.

So, after deciding to take care of the two children, Green thought about it and simply called Blue Butterfly over to ask for her opinion as a local native.

"Methods... I don't even know the situation, what advice can I offer?"

The elder nun shook her head.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but although my tentacles can freely probe outside, it’s not easy for me to go out of the capital city except for the church.”

"and......"

She paused, then sighed.

"I never liked getting involved in their affairs anyway."

The tentacle paused slightly, then bent.

So, what exactly did you do back then?

You seem to be quite level-headed, quite self-aware, and don't even seem to care about them.

[Furthermore, I've heard a lot about you from various sources, and it's all been overwhelmingly positive. Even the old man hasn't said a bad word about you.]

【even......】

The tentacle swayed slightly, dripping a drop of water that reflected an old face.

And those eyes that occasionally turn blue.

Even now, he hasn't completely shaken off his faith in you, has he?

silence.

Blue butterflies fluttered silently.

The eyeballs in the flowerbed flowed silently.

for a long time.

"I only did one thing."

A light blue butterfly landed on the tentacle, its body swaying like ripples.

"Something that no one objects to."

But she didn't immediately say what it was about. After a brief pause, she suddenly changed the subject.

"We've known each other for so long, I'm sure you can guess that my ability is related to healing."

"But I can tell you very clearly now that my ability is not related to healing, but simply healing."

"In terms of combat ability, let alone that mentally challenged guy, even the kid you met before could probably easily injure me."

But you survived to the end.

The tentacle swayed slightly, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

I think I can probably guess it.

"Yes, that's normal. After all, in the end, there are only two options for healing."

The blue butterfly gently fluttered its wings, scattering blue dust that watered a flower that had long since withered, even dried up and broken.

But miraculously, after coming into contact with the blue dust, the flowers that had long since died or even decomposed revived at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, they not only regained their vitality but even bloomed again.

Apart from a slight bluish tint, it's not exactly similar to the one before it withered; it's practically identical.

"To die and be reborn, and to live forever."

The blue butterfly fluttered its wings gently, its tone tinged with self-deprecation.

"Coincidentally, I'm good at both of them."

On that day, a blue butterfly appeared in the world, flapping its wings and giving birth to a gentle miracle for humankind.

The wounds are healing, the pain is disappearing; He has soothed their suffering, and they have offered their faith to Him.

To be honest, He is really bad at fighting. Whether it is His own kind or His creations, anyone who can fight can easily slap Him twice.

But He survived to the end, becoming the sole survivor.

It is not that one is gentle because one possesses power, but rather that gentleness brings power.

Although it sounds like a joke, He really did it.

If the story ended here, it would be a perfect ending.

But there are no "what ifs" in life.

Or rather, it was precisely because no one wanted to end this story that the tragedy that followed occurred.

"I don't want those who are with me to die, and they also hope to stay with me forever."

"And those lives that have been lost, those regrettable endings, I also want to help rewrite them."

"Healing, resurrection, and immortality—that's all I know."

"But that's enough."

The nun lowered her eyes and her tone became somber.

"At least, at the time I thought that was enough."

To die and be reborn, and to live forever—what beautiful words, what a classic pursuit.

Now, with the descent of a merciful god, the dreams that other beings pursue their entire lives without attaining are things that the people of the empire can simply reach out and obtain.

“That child from back then was one of them.”

"He lost his mother, lost his closest relatives, and was overwhelmed with grief."

"After I fulfilled his wish, he became my most loyal follower, and under my watchful eye, through sincerity and hard work, he gained the recognition of others."

"Finally, step by step, I reached the top."

That was His favorite child at the time.

That was the child He trusted most at that time.

He bestowed upon him all his gifts without reservation, firmly believing that he would become the greatest, most glorious, and also the last, eternal pope in history.

But on that day, the giant blue butterfly, as usual, landed in the enormous church built especially for Him, waiting for the believers who needed to be 'blessed'.

No one showed up.

He waited for a long time, and even began to doubt whether he had remembered the time wrong.

The child appeared.

He was no longer a child; his black hair had turned somewhat gray, and his once youthful face was now lined with many wrinkles.

He thought he had finally come to his senses and decided to accept the gift, officially becoming the eternal Pope.

He was also thinking that he could make fun of him later, since everyone advised him to accept the gift when he was young, so that he would be young and strong and could also win the favor of other female humans.

Until He saw the blood on His scepter.

Red, blue, human, resurrected—all kinds of blood.

Behind him followed a woman who still looked like she was in her thirties, almost like the mother of his daughter.

Immortality means no longer changing.

Is the one that is resurrected truly the original being?

Isidores didn't know.

Just as he didn't know how he wielded the scepter against his colleagues, or how he tore apart those who were once his closest relatives.

He betrayed humanity, betrayed the empire, betrayed the gods, betrayed the future, and even betrayed himself.

It's all for a suspicion that can't even be proven.

He felt like he was crazy.

Then let's go all the way and be crazy.

He raised his head, looked at the god before him, and whispered.

"I'm sorry, Mother Goddess."

“But I can’t let you continue like this.”

Because if this continues, the empire, humanity, and indeed all life will gain immortality.

But they will all die completely.

The scepter sank into the ground, blood even trickled from his tightly clenched hands, and his expression was so crazed that it seemed he wanted to kill himself.

But He still did nothing, simply flapping His wings quietly, looking at the familiar and trusted child before Him.

Does he also want to play that kind of game with Him?

It's the kind of game where, after discovering that He can resurrect them at will, they kill each other for fun?

But that won't do. She is the Mother Goddess, the foundation of everything. Others can die, but if she dies, who will resurrect them?

He wanted to leave, and then he discovered that the church, which was originally designed for him, had already been ensnared in a web of traps.

The fluttering butterfly was locked up layer by layer. In the burning of the sacred flame, the last scene it glimpsed was an old child kneeling there, weeping bitterly before his mother's remains.

After His existence was erased, those beings who were resurrected and became eternal because of His power also vanished from the world.

On that same day, the eternal Pope died.

The god-slayer Isidore was born.

And for the rest of his life, he devoted himself to erasing all traces of the Mother Goddess's existence.

It is not that the Mother Goddess is malicious, nor that she is not clear-headed, but rather that the authority she wields is the most dangerous taboo in the world.