Chapter 105
Would it really be an oracle with good intentions?
‘That can’t be.’
She couldn’t fully grasp the underlying schemes, but if she were to make a guess, it was likely because she was the only one capable of erasing the desert once more.
The Sun God’s religion had gained great faith in the current South.
Meanwhile, Aquafuran was the faith of those who wished to return to the past South.
The two religions now stood in complete opposition.
To flourish, one had to eliminate the other.
‘For now, I’ll just keep my suspicions. It’s not certain yet.’
After sending Ananta away,
Siren gazed at the sky, growing desolately dark, and thought of Yasamin.
A man who likely had no knowledge of everything that had happened to her.
And the infected beings he must be hunting down and killing.
That was her sin.
She had to think about how to completely eradicate the infected.
At the same time.
Yasamin, who had just pulled a kukri out of an infected creature, suddenly looked up at the sky.
A crescent moon hung in the gradually darkening night.
It almost seemed to be smirking at him, so he rested his sword on his shoulder and tilted his head.
“Something feels off.”
“Huh? What… haah, what do you mean?”
His subordinate, who had been disposing of the infected nearby, panted for breath.
Standing crookedly, Yasamin tapped his shoulder with the kukri before abruptly turning around.
“It just feels suspicious. Something has changed.”
The Raksha drifting in the air danced in excitement.
As if welcoming back its returned master, wagging its tail and panting eagerly…
The beast inside him rampaged wildly.
It rebuked him, enraged, asking how he could not notice.
Back at the camp, Yasamin threw down the kukri dripping with dark red blood and stood in silence for a moment.
All his focus was on the woman he had left behind at the castle.
If someone had returned, who else could it be but Siren?
‘Did the seal break while I was away?’
But this… it almost felt as if she had been waiting for him to disappear.
How unpleasant.
She’s trying to run away again. That goddess has always been like that.
“Shut up.”
Don’t deny it. Snap out of it.
“I know. I do.”
Had this happened while he was by her side, he wouldn’t have been this upset.
But Siren… as if she had been waiting….
‘No, this isn’t Siren’s fault.’
Yasamin ran a hand down his face, letting out a heavy sigh.
Complaints were a habit.
Unresolved emotions circled and circled until they settled in him like fossils.
They accumulated, and as they did, they ached; and as they ached, they dulled.
What he wanted was to meet Aquafuran again.
And… to be loved.
He wanted to be taken in like an abandoned mutt.
He might have been wearing the skin of a man, but in the end, he was still a beast inside.
Wasn’t it only natural for a beast without a master to go mad?
‘But if you run away again this time.’
It might be better to just kill her and die himself.
A love that led to mutual destruction wasn’t such a bad idea.
At this point, he thought so.
“Your Highness. If we clear out just the area closest to the shore tomorrow, things should be mostly wrapped up.”
“The coastal caves?”
“We haven’t checked those yet.”
“Check them.”
I actually know.
That I should have strangled Siren the moment I saw her.
If his desire for revenge were real, he should have done so.
Idiot.
A voice filled with disappointment echoed in his ears.
He wanted to surrender his body to the other self and rest.
But if he did, what would become of Siren, not Aquafuran?
Even if the two were ultimately the same, within Yasamin, they felt different. Or perhaps, he simply wanted to see them as different.
Do you miss Aquafuran, or do you want to see Siren? Choose one.
“Indeed. It would be nice if I could just choose one.”
A heart tangled and encrusted with the weight of time could not be unraveled so easily.
Leaning against the wall in exhaustion, he listened to the sound of waves in the distance.
They seemed to rush in like the tide, only to recede like the ebb.
How could he possibly imprison that damned goddess?
A thousand years had passed, yet he still hadn’t found a way to trap the sea.
As time passed, news finally arrived from the seaside. The area had been completely cleared, and she was free to come.
Siren rose early in the morning, bathed, and dressed with the help of her attendants.
Since it was her first time standing before the people of the South, a little extravagance would not be amiss.
She adorned herself with sapphire-studded platinum earrings and a necklace, along with a circlet.
Chris, having returned to his circlet form, would remain with her from the beginning to the end of this ceremony.
Wearing multiple layers of sheer fabric that barely concealed her skin, Siren received the final touches of her makeup.
“Oh my, with this makeup, you look like an entirely different person.”
“Do I?”
Larisa, who was applying her makeup, gasped in admiration.
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