Chapter 25
A tremendous beam of destructive energy sliced through him.
His body was collapsing. This indomitable flesh, condensed from his divinity,
was shattering like broken Pottery. Arms, legs, chest, head, and even the part that had given him the greatest pleasure.
As everything crumbled, Anumaeshi had no choice but to make the only decision he could.
The worst option he truly did not want to choose.
Yet, he had no other way.
It was painfully obvious that if he stayed like this, his very existence would be completely erased.
{“Damn it! I will return… I will definitely take my revenge!”}
With that thought, Anumaeshi abandoned his incarnate body.
What little form remained was completely sapped of strength, turning into a pile of dirt.
Immediately after giving up his incarnate body, the soul that was his true self returned to the temple of the many gods, high above where he was born.
{Cough… cough… cough…}
The God of War slumped down to the ground, as if he had collapsed.
Anumaeshi let out a painful groan, still suffering from lingering agony.
It was a grave error.
He had underestimated his enemy.
Moreover, he had overestimated his own strength.
{No matter what, how could this happen? To be defeated by mere Angel… No… how could such beings possess such power…}
Angels that could nullify the Primordial Strike that even Gods couldn’t stop.
It was a scene he still couldn’t comprehend,
and at the same time, it was an excruciatingly painful memory.
To dare defeat the God of War like this.
It was an unforgivable sin, a grudge that must be avenged.
However, despite the burning desire for revenge, Anumaeshi could not move for a while.
The incarnate body was powerful, but it had a critical flaw.
Once the flesh was destroyed, the power contained within it would also completely vanish.
In other words, Anumaeshi currently retained only about one-third of his original power.
Knowing this, He tried to hold on to his incarnate body until the very end,
but eventually faced a crisis that threatened his survival, forcing him to let go.
In such a weakened state, charging in again would only result in an even more humiliating defeat.
Though he felt frustrated, he had no choice but to conserve himself and focus on recovery for a time.
{This won’t be the end. Once I regain my strength, I will…}
“{Didn’t I tell you?}”
{!}
At that moment, a quiet voice suddenly echoed.
Normally, he wouldn’t have paid much attention, but this time, the heavy unease it brought made Anumaeshi slowly turn his head.
It was Ba’al.
And behind him stood his sister, Isiris, watching him silently.
Her expression was darker than usual…
“{From the looks of it, you’ve been defeated. Thoroughly.}”
{This… it was just a mistake! I went into the incarnate body to take his woman, and it went wrong! If I had gone in as my true self from the start, that guy would have been nothing!}
“{So I warned you, didn’t I? You shouldn’t underestimate him. Ignoring my advice was just the result of your foolish choice.}”
{Ugh!…}
Baal’s words scraped at his pride.
Yet, no matter how dirty Anumaeshi’s character was, he couldn’t refute this.
It was a clear fact that he had ignored Baal’s repeated warnings.
At that moment,
as Anumash trembled in anger, Ba’al placed a hand on his shoulder.
In a calm voice, he continued,
“{Well, there’s no need to feel too guilty. Fights have their ups and downs. We lost this time, but in the end, we will be the ones to triumph.}”
{Hmm…}
Surprisingly, Baal’s words felt refreshingly straightforward.
Anumaeshi, against his nature, felt a bit of gratitude that his brother’s reprimand was light.
He had honestly expected a greater outburst of anger, so he appreciated that it ended with just a gentle scolding…
“{Well then, it’s time for reckoning.}”
{Huh? Reckoning…? What do you… Kuhhhhhh!!!!!!}
In that moment,
Baal’s hand pierced through Anumaeshi’s chest.
He grabbed the core that formed the essence of the God in an instant, squeezing it with tremendous power.
{W-what… what are you… Kugh! Huhhh!}
“{I told you, didn’t I? If you fail, you will pay the price. You have brought disgrace upon us with your pathetic defeat, and to make matters worse, you dared to lust after my wife, the Divine Ba’al. This is a grave sin deserving of Death. I will execute that punishment here and now!}”
{Grrr!!! You… you bastard!!!}
Baal’s voice was chillingly cold.
There was no trace of mercy or hesitation,
only a voice filled with frigid wrath that Anumaeshi instinctively understood.
This was serious.
Right now, Ba’al, the ‘god,’ was truly trying to kill him.
{A… no… this… this can’t… end like this!!!}
Struggling in horrific pain, Anumaeshi tried to resist in any way he could.
Normally, he could have released divine power to push him away.
However, due to the aftermath of his devastating defeat, his soul was battered, and with the incarnate body destroyed, his true power had become extremely weak.
In this situation, no matter how much he struggled, escaping was impossible.
Without any meaningful resistance, Anumaeshi’s core began to shatter in Baal’s grip.
Death.
The obliteration of existence, a pitiful end that even gods must fear.
In a situation where he believed he would never have to face such a thing, a scream of agony erupted from Anumaeshi’s lips.
And then, one person watched him suffer.
The goddess Isiris.
Unlike usual, her expression was dark as she quietly observed the scene.
{Ugh! S-sister… p-please… save… m-me… please… please save…}
As Anumash’s core shattered, his true self began to collapse alongside it.
Within him, there was no longer any dignity or beauty.
In a pitiful wail, he begged for his life, a despicable scene he had always looked down upon.
However…
for some reason,
Isiris found it hard to watch.
Seeing her brother, whom she always despised, call out to her as he died was unsettling.
Though she had no Power, Authority, or will to stop it…
the discomfort blooming in a corner of her heart made her shiver slightly.
‘…It’s regrettable… that it has come to this…’
{Kaaaah!!!!!!!!}
-Smash!
Finally, Anumaeshi’s body shattered completely as his core was destroyed.
As she quietly bid farewell to her brother, who met his death, her gaze shifted to Ba’al, the god who had ended her family with his own hands.
A familiar scene began to unfold before her.
It was Baal absorbing the shattered pieces of the divine core, taking the powers contained within for himself.
“{The manifestation of the apocalypse… Don’t be too resentful, my brother; I will surely grant you revenge with your powers.}”
{…Did it really have to come to this? With this, the position of the God of War will be left vacant.}
Isiris’s question was tinged with bitterness and timid resistance.
In response, Ba’al withdrew his glowing red hand, a deep smile spreading across his face.
“{He was a troublesome one, difficult to handle due to his reckless personality. His obstinacy had greatly diminished the faith of the followers. And this time, he even dared to target my wife. How brazen… to covet what is mine.}”
Though his face smiled, Ba’al clearly displayed his anger.
Seeing him act nonchalant while firmly exacting his revenge stirred a chilling feeling in Isiris.
Of course, she empathized with the fact that Anumaeshi’s fate was self-inflicted.
“{In any case, he has lost his powers and is now useless for a while. It’s better to take this opportunity to dispose of him and bring in someone new.}”
{Someone new? You mean that one?}
“{Hehe…}”
In that moment, a certain figure came to her mind.
Ba’al, however, offered no further answer, simply chuckling softly before disappearing deep into the temple.
{Ha…}
Watching that scene, Isiris let out a small sigh, suppressing her discomfort.
At that moment…
{…}
Something small caught her eye.
It was a small shard lying on the floor,
glimmering with a red light, wriggling slightly as if trying to show it was still alive—resembling a tiny seed.
Isiris knew what it was.
It had to be either destroyed on the spot or reported to Baal for disposal.
As she looked at it,
she silently flicked her finger.
In that last moment, she recalled the image of her brother, pleading for his life.
-Whoosh.
The seed fell from the temple to the ground below.
*
After the situation was resolved, Solomon returned to the Kingdom of Kanan with the help of the Seraphim.
Although it was the capricious God’s reckless act, it was still an attempt to assault the princess of a nation.
Moreover, with the accompanying guards wiped out in the process, the Kingdom of Kanan decided to formally send diplomatic envoys to the Kingdom of Girga to protest this incident.
Well, the details would be handled by the high-ranking officials in charge of politics…
The princess, a victim of this incident who had once again been saved by the God,
was currently spending some alone time in her chamber.
Naturally, all her previous appointments had been cancelled.
At this moment, she was receiving the sympathy and concern of many people as a pitiful maiden who had almost been violated by a God.
The thought of such a beautiful and pure princess undergoing such a horrific experience was truly shocking.
Such events typically do not easily fade from memory, often leaving emotional scars that cause suffering for a lifetime; thus, the gaze of the people was entirely understandable.
However, at this moment,
as Princess Solomon sat alone on her bed, hugging her pillow,
thoughts of Anumaeshi, who had tried to violate her, did not enter her mind at all.
Filling her head was the image of just one being—
the one who had saved her right before her eyes and continued to make her heart race.
“Seraphim… Ah…”
When she first saw him, she felt nothing but fear, but now, just recalling his figure made her heart warm.
Those piercing, fiery red eyes that seemed to see through everything,
his large and beautiful form,
the soft feathers and warm touch she felt when he carried her to the castle,
and the unbelievably delightful scent that seemed too good to belong to this world (which, in fact, was not of this world).
Thinking of the one who had made her feel such profound happiness even in that brief contact, Solomon hugged the pillow nestled against her chest even tighter, feeling her face flush.
“It must be… surely this is… the emotion I’ve only heard about in stories… it must be love!”
This feeling, which she had thought was unrelated to her status as a princess,
filled her with a mix of surprise and joy as she realized she could experience it this way.
With a sincere resolve, Solomon rose from the bed.
“I can’t just sit here. I need to find a way to become Seraphim’s woman starting right now. For that, I definitely need to gather more information about angels…”
As that thought came to her, a particular piece of information naturally surfaced in her mind.
She felt it would not be easy, but she began devising a plan to send someone to pursue that avenue.
At that moment—
-Pop!
“Huh?”
In the next instant, the room suddenly brightened.
At the same time, feeling the divine energy, Solomon’s heart began to race.
Through several experiences, she recognized that this sensation clearly indicated an angel’s arrival.
Which meant…
“Se… Seraphim…?”
[…]
For a moment, Solomon was engulfed in intense excitement.
However, her emotions quickly cooled upon seeing the “Sngel” that appeared before her.
“…So, your name is…”
[I am Arc Royal.]
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