Chapter 587

How should we deal with this?

Is it about showing love and compassion in the manner of a true mother?

Or will they display their great achievements through the majesty of another 'god'?

Or perhaps... to be a pure suitor, to welcome the one you've longed for for countless years?

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in a flash, but Shekinah forcibly suppressed them all.

He hardened his expression, determined not to show the slightest wavering in front of Lilith.

"What a pity, Little She." Lilith's voice sounded like a sigh, but the corners of her lips curved into a pleasant arc. She crouched down and poked the cheek of the Erice beside her with her finger, the lollipop making a crisp sound in her mouth. "However, I'm quite magnanimous right now. Considering you're practically my Anat, how about this, I'll forgive you for now."

His tone was so relaxed, as if he were talking about the weather.

The time spent communicating and deepening my understanding with Novia seems to have temporarily calmed the burning Wrath in my soul, replacing it with a victorious tolerance.

Shekinah intended to ignore this self-righteous declaration, but she could not turn a deaf ear to Lilith's next words.

"After all, Novia is coming."

In an instant, the light surrounding Shekinah surged, and the rage contained within was enough to dim a real Sun.

"Shut up, you abandoned guy."

As the former second-generation "Queen of Heaven" and now Novia's nominal mother, the Jealousy she bears is an absolute Authority aimed at eliminating all impurities and maintaining her own "unique" status. In her eyes, Lilith, Kama, Melusine... all the women surrounding Novia are impurities that need to be "purified".

Shekinah floated up, looking down at Lilith from above.

"You, a defective product who only received the right to be 'ignored' by him through charity, what right do you have to talk about 'forgiving' me here?"

Huh?!

Lilith reacted as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. She stood up abruptly, put her hands on her hips, and her face was full of exaggerated dissatisfaction.

Pulling the lollipop out of her mouth, she pointed at Shekinah and retorted confidently, "I've already completely won! From body to soul, utterly and completely!"

At this point, Lilith cupped her cheeks again, revealing an almost intoxicated, dreamlike expression, and her voice became sweet and cloying:

"Novia like that, those eyes... Ah, just thinking about it makes my body melt..."

"... Shut up." Shekinah's voice grew increasingly chilling. "You're resorting to those underhanded, despicable methods again, aren't you?"

In her view, these women were all the same.

Whether it was the original Lilith or the later ones, they all relied on underhanded schemes and seductive charm to tarnish their Supreme Being father and their unique child.

Therefore, she wants to eliminate them.

Eliminate all impurities.

"Huh? Little She, do you think I'm that kind of person?!" Lilith protested righteously.

"Isn't that right?" Shekinah retorted mercilessly.

This rhetorical question made Lilith's arrogance falter. She then gave a slightly embarrassed smile, looked away, scratched her cheek with her index finger, and muttered softly:

"That... that's all in the past, let's turn the page, let's turn the page..."

"... Oh."

Shekinah sneered again.

I still remember.

How could I forget?

That humiliation still burns deep within my soul.

Back then, it was this woman before her, this woman named Lilith, who injected that impure, sinful nature into her body.

She bewitched, seduced, and coerced herself, who was then a "Queen of Queen of Heaven," into committing that heinous and Divinity crime.

What Shekinah found most unforgivable was that Lilith forced her to 'watch' from the sidelines.

The humiliation, the Wrath, the hatred... have not faded to this day.

Shekinah once thought that was the end.

Color, sound, smell, time, concepts... everything that constitutes Shekinah's individuality was torn apart and shattered in that instant.

An era of a 'Queen of Heaven' has ended. Or more accurately, it has been shattered by a former 'Queen of Heaven'.

The girl lay in a dark, light sleep, mourning this fact.

It was an abyss that no one could reach, a profound silence where even time itself lost its meaning.

The girl, embraced by the closed cradle, never ceased to be aware of the outside world, yet she was too lazy to observe it.

Because I know too much, I feel no joy whatsoever.

Therefore, all energy was prioritized for introspection, self-enlightenment, and self-reconstruction.

Shekinah rediscovered the truth about Angel —that everything about herself was born from human imagination.

There is no definitive truth, and no being can confirm that they were once a god named 'Anat'.

Ah, I see.

I was born this way, and I should follow these rules.

She Perfection embodies the 'Queen of Heaven' that humanity seeks, and devoutly prays for the 'Queen of Heaven' that humanity expects.

There was no dissatisfaction regarding this.

Rather, to be frank, I admit that I genuinely enjoy it.

I like Him the most.

She also believed that 'she' must like Him the most.

That's why they keep repeating this behavior.

Given this, it will inevitably escalate into an endless competition.

To what extent can one Perfection embody their role? To what extent can one depict their love?

Come on, let's do our best!

Come on.

Since all of this is just wishful thinking, then at least, we should make the thing born from wishful thinking behave as Perfection as possible.

However, precisely because of this, some troubling situations have arisen.

She fell into depravity.

After losing the stage she deserved to perform on, Shekinah didn't know what to do next.

They can no longer decide what they are, and have lost the meaning of their existence.

What should I do? What should I do? If this continues, I will eventually dissipate and become nothing.

But I really love Him too much.

So she chose to accept it.

Embrace everything that humanity sings about about itself.

This might have made it too complex, chaotic, or even insane, but it was done anyway. The girl was very serious and showed exceptional talent in every aspect.

Then,

After many years, the day arrived when she became a mother.

It has become known as the 'Old Testament Holy Spirit,' even breaking through the conceptual framework of the Queen of Queen of Heaven.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Keep going, keep Jealousy.

Later, driven by this extreme obsession and immense Faith, he even proclaimed a myth and became the God in Midrash.

In that eternal moment of confrontation, that familiar scent from Novia, like an invisible ripple, was spreading irresistibly from afar.

The stern and aloof expression on Shekinah's face, once so imposing as that of a deity, completely melted away.

The previous helplessness and the humiliating memories that had been stirred up all vanished.

A flush of fervent joy and absolute possessiveness rose on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Her body trembled slightly with extreme excitement. Her crimson pupils, which should have looked down upon all living beings, now reflected a blazing light called 'love,' like the dawn of the Universe. She even subconsciously reached out her hands to gently smooth out a non-existent crease on her white robe, like the most faithful wife who was about to welcome her long-lost lover home.

On the other side, Lilith looked bewildered and dissatisfied upon seeing Shekinah's appearance.

"No, Little She, I'm still here! How can you, as my younger sister, make such a face in front of me?" Lilith puffed out her cheeks in displeasure. "You're really disrespecting your older sister!"

But Shekinah could no longer hear Lilith's words.

The scent grew closer and clearer.

That aura that had haunted Shekinah's dreams for countless years was about to descend.

A victorious smile, radiating maternal warmth, uncontrollably crept onto Shekinah's lips.

He's coming back, and she'll cleanse him of all the impurities and filth, Protection this purest sanctuary that belongs only to the two of them.

And in Lilith's eyes, a confident, emerald-green flame rekindled.

The barrier of space was torn open by an invisible force amidst the two people's vastly different yet equally fervent expectations.

At first, it was just a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, the crack widened, and unstable energy leaped wildly at the edges. A blurry figure slowly, step by step, walked out from the Chaos spatial rift.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Shekinah and Lilith involuntarily held their breath.

However, a clear, melodious voice, yet tinged with a hint of laziness and impatience, shattered this expectation.

"This is... a farce that's a hundred times more boring than I imagined."

With those words, the figure was finally fully exposed to the light.

The expressions on Shekinah and Lilith's faces froze in that instant. Their extreme anticipation quickly turned into astonishment, then disbelief, and finally, utter confusion and unfamiliarity.

The person who appeared was not Novia.

Instead, she was a petite girl with long, flowing, silver-blue hair like moonlight and eyes as clear and blue as the sky.

"Honestly, you two, you've made such a mess here!"

The girl was barefoot, her white toes lightly touching the air. She wore a simple white robe with a dark blue lining, and a blue striped calf ring wrapped around one leg.

She tilted her head, half her face hidden by her soft hair, but the part that was visible held a naive, mischievous smile.

"Eep still has to clean up later, it's a real hassle."

Her voice was as clear and crisp as a wind chime, but the content of her words made both Lilith and Shekinah frown.

The girl seemed oblivious to the two's hostility, and stretched and yawned on her own.

"Most importantly, the noise you're making is disturbing my dear brother."

She paused, her smile widening, a chilling killing intent flashing in her azure eyes.

"That's a capital offense!"

Who is this?

A face I'd never seen before.

A completely unfamiliar entity.

Strangely, both Lilith and Shekinah could indeed sense an incredibly familiar yet mixed aura emanating from her.

Lilith frowned, carefully trying to discern the source of the scent.

Metatron's 'Sloth' and Melusine's 'Greed'? Two completely different original sins have somehow merged in the girl before us.

Could it be a combination of those two? An absurd thought flashed through Lilith's mind.

However, it was Shekinah was the first to figure it out.

The expression on her face had frozen again.

Those red pupils looked down at an insignificant ant that happened to pass by.