Chapter 285 - If I could die like this..
Later—
The sun began to rise.
As the first ray of dawn pierced through the darkness, the blinding radiance of the Holy Sword burst forth.
Alongside it, the last glimmers of the stars shone, cutting through the barrier.
Promise stepped out from the barrier, while Morgan remained behind.
Only a single staff, planted firmly in the ground, was left in her place.
Stepping out of the barrier, Promise lifted his head, meeting the gazes of everyone present who had been waiting for him.
Viviane was the first to approach as she came over and asked.
"She's gone, isn't she?"
"Yeah."
"I see." Viviane nodded, then, rather candidly, smiled.
"Well, in that case... I should be leaving too."
As she spoke, her body began to fade, turning translucent.
She was about to return to the past—
Or rather...
She was about to disappear entirely.
Because, in fact, from the moment Viviane rang the Pilgrimage Bell, she had already...
Severed the future with her own hands.
From that moment onward, Vivian no longer had a future.
As the morning sun slowly rose over Fairy Britain, Vivian turned one last time as her gaze softly falling upon Baobhan Sith.
She reached out and gently ruffled the red fairy's hair.
Seeing Baobhan Sith's reddened eyes staring at her, Vivian seemed to recall something as she turned to look at Promise, blinking mischievously.
"By the way, Promise, can I ask you something?"
Hearing her words, Promise froze for a moment but, before he could even react—
"Tell me, would you rather I come looking for you, or should it be Morgan?"
Well... if possible, neither of you need to...
The thought crossed Promise's mind,
But he hesitated, stopping himself from saying that outright. Instead, he smiled and replied,
"It doesn't matter whether it's Morgan or you."
"In my eyes, you are both the same person."
From the side, the Goddess of Fate, Clotho glanced at Promise.
Right now, Promise didn't have the silver thread of Athena's hair tied around his head.
In other words— his thoughts were completely exposed to Clotho.
But of course, the adorable Clotho wouldn't expose Promise's little act.
"I knew you'd say that."
Vivian laughed as she said.
"You really are greedy, Promise."
"Whether it's the me who dreamed of fairy tales—"
"Or the cold and ruthless Queen—"
"You actually like us both, huh?"
Before Promise could even respond,
"That's right,
If it weren't for that, none of this would've happened."
Merry suddenly leaped out, her excitement nearly overwhelming the air as she continued her usual death courting commentary.
"Forging the Holy Sword?"
"Leaving your mark in this world?"
"Reaching the Throne of Heroes?"
"All just excuses!"
"This guy—"
"Right from the start—"
"Had his eyes set on you and Morgan!"
"Everything he did was to change your fates!"
"And if I had to guess the reason?"
"It must be because you were the one who bought him when he was at his most vulnerable, right?"
"I, Merry, declare this as the single greatest trade deal I have ever witnessed!"
"...So it was all to repay a debt?"
Baobhan Sith interrupted the conversation at this moment, and even Melusine looked at Promise with a strange look.
As Fae,
She understood perfectly what it meant for a human to be bought as a pet or slave.
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So naturally, she immediately understood Merry's implications.
"Not repaying a debt—"
"But friendship."
Promise corrected.
"The moment Vivian took my hand—"
"Whether it was her or Morgan—"
"They became my friends."
"The kind that gets written in your little notebook?"
Baobhan Sith blinked innocently, interrupting his words.
After seeing Promise's entire life in Greece, including how he rewrote the fates of so many heroes, because of the power of Goddess of Fate, Clotho,
She naturally understood the meaning behind her words.
While Melusine tilted her head, not understanding the reference, Promise did not hesitate.
"Yeah."
"The kind that gets written in my note book."
Then, he turned to Vivian.
"So, Vivian, next time you see Morgan, try to talk some sense into her.
She actually wants to forge a pair of handcuffs and lock me up."
"If she pushes me too far, I swear I'll add both of you to my 'grudge log'!"
Promise "threatened" Vivian.
But after hearing his words, instead of fear, Vivian merely smiled mischievously.
"Next time we meet, Promise—"
"Please, paint me into your canvas."
Leaving those final words behind, Vivian vanished like a reflection on water.
Her existence erased from the world.
The morning light bathed the land.
Looking at the place where Vivian disappeared, Baobhan Sith stood frozen,
Then slowly turned toward Fairy Britain,
The once-glorious kingdom that was now fading into history.
"I'm going too."
She turned back to Promise, and spoke with determination.
"If Mother and the others are going to look for you, then I will too!"
"And also, I want your painting!"
Locking eyes with Baobhan Sith's gray pupils, Promise didn't respond to her words and turned his gaze toward Mélusine.
Unexpectedly, she was standing there quietly.
Her expression was hesitant, as if she wanted to say something but held back, even appearing a little anxious.
So, Promise asked, "You're still not leaving...? This place is about to be destroyed. Go see her, Aurora."
Melusine's eyes widened in surprise before she quickly composed herself.
After a moment of hesitation, she asked cautiously, "You... won't be angry?"
"Why would I be angry?" Promise looked at Melusine with mild depression.
Yet, the moment she heard his response, she only seemed more disheartened, lowering her head.
But she quickly adjusted her emotions, lifting her gaze once more.
"When all of this is over... can I come find you too?"
To be honest, he already had enough people who wanted to find him..and do many other things, so Promise really couldn't afford one more fairy.
So, he simply wanted to refuse, but..
Looking at Melusine's hopeful eyes, in the end, he really couldn't.
So, he simply nodded.
That was enough for Melusine, who left with a bright smile.
Meanwhile, Baobhan Sith was furious at the difference in treatment, glaring at Promise in indignation.
"What about Oberon?"
Ignoring the red little devil, Promise turned to Melly and asked.
"Ran off."
The latter shrugged.
"While you were messing around with Morgan, he came to check the situation, then left right away. Said he owed you a favor, and next time you meet, he'll make sure to repay it. Then he was gone."
"And you didn't stop him?" Promise frowned at Melly.
"Too lazy to bother. Not like we were gonna fight—boring."
Melly pouted.
But then, as if she thought of something, her eyes darted around mischievously before she tilted her head, forced out a few tears, then turned back to Promise, sobbing pitifully.
She started complaining about how unfair Artemis was, grabbing Promise's hand, begging him to stand up for her and deliver justice.
In response, Promise ignored her entirely.
After going around in circles, in the end, he returned to Clotho's side.
Between the two of them, words weren't needed.
Clotho knelt quietly in front of Fairy Camelot, while Promise, after being stunned for a moment, stepped forward—
And laid down on her lap.
For once, Melly acted sensibly as she grabbed the noisy Baobhan Sith and pulled her away.
After all, pissing off the Goddess of Fate was far more terrifying than angering the Moon goddess, Artemis.
"Clotho, you're not doing this just because Athena did it before, are you?"
Lying on Clotho's lap, Promise made a joke.
But he never thought that Clotho would actually nod seriously.
"Mhm. It's exactly because she did, so I must too."
For a moment, Promise froze in place.
Even after everything, he still wasn't used to dealing with this honest little goddess.
She kept throwing straight balls one after another, making it impossible for him to dodge.
He was a bit panicked.
But Clotho didn't seem to care.
She reached out her delicate fingers and gently smoothed Promise's slightly messy hair.
Then, she softly asked,
"Are you afraid? Of the death that is about to come?"
In fact, there was something everyone had overlooked—
Even Morgan.
Subconsciously, they all assumed that when this was over, Promise would leave.
But no one considered that—
He couldn't.
Or rather, there was only one way for him to leave:
By dying.
By being inscribed into the Throne of Heroes.
So, in fact, he was the same as them.
He would be buried along with Fairy Britain.
Hearing Clotho's words, Promise lifted his head.
Looking at the adorable, delicate, and gentle Goddess of Fate, he couldn't help but laugh.
"If every death meant having you all by my side... then how could I ever be afraid?"
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P.S: And so, the Fairy Britain is over.
Now let's finish some business at Chaldea and then we move to Asgard!!!