Chapter 588
"... What is this?" Shekinah said in an icy voice, "So this is the scum... What, Sandalphon? Have you come to pay homage to and submit to me, who has now ascended to the position of 'Midrash God'?"
"Midrash God?"
The silver-blue-haired girl, known as Sandalphon, looked puzzled upon hearing this. She tilted her head, tapped her lips with her finger, pondered seriously for a moment, and then smiled as if suddenly enlightened.
"Wow, what a long and awkward title. But even if you were called 'World's Invincible Ultimate Grandma,' to Eep it would just be boring, sleep-inducing noise."
She took a light step forward, her bare feet landing in the air, creating ripples of blue light.
"And, obey you? What nonsense are you talking about, you old woman?" The girl's face wore the most innocent smile. "Eep will only obey my brother. Forever, forever, she will only obey my brother."
The girl paused, as if remembering something, and cheerfully added, "As for 'Sandalphon' and all that, it was definitely worn by me, Eep."
She gently lifted a corner of her white robe and gave Shekinah a provocative and awkward ladylike bow.
"So,"
The girl raised her head, her clear blue eyes, like the sky, brimming with undisguised pride and joy. She puffed out her small chest and introduced herself to the two women before her:
"You two may call Eep -- Sandalphon -Defen Epsilon."
"She's the only sister your brother needs, the only sister he approves of, and the one he loves most, the very, very much?"
Epsilon,
Or it could be called a 'clone' created by Typhon Ephemeros.
As for why this happened, let's rewind a little bit...
In the Kuonji residence, in the room that belonged to Novia.
Novia had already noticed the battle between Lilith, Erice, and Shekinah.
Now that things have come to this, it seems the time has come for him to personally intervene and put an end to this farce.
However, Novia was not in a hurry.
He rested his chin on his hand, observing Shekinah's current state with great interest.
Novia felt a subtle sense of approval as to see Shekinah proclaiming mythology and elevating her existence to the level of 'Midrash God'.
"Not bad, Shekinah."
Novia murmured to herself.
If we exclude ourselves as an exceptional being, then it wouldn't be inappropriate to call Shekinah, who simultaneously holds multiple identities such as 'Old Testament Holy Spirit,' 'Queen of Heaven,' and 'Midrash God,' the de facto leader of the Angel.
After all, the existence of Angel is a collection of concepts that was born through layers of human Faith and hymns.
In theory, the existence of its apex should naturally also follow this principle.
But...
The reason why humans sing of it so often is because they have witnessed firsthand everything that Novia did in the distant past.
Therefore, Novia, as the Prototype, would naturally not be 'born' by this framework. However, it is normal for someone to use this framework to 'birth' the legendary pinnacle. Although it is difficult, it is not impossible.
After learning the reason for Shekinah's 'Jealousy', Novia made a decision after a moment's thought.
Since it takes 'Jealousy' as its name and is embodied as 'mother' and 'God', then only one person related to it within the system is needed.
Novia then turned her gaze to the two 'sinners' who were fast asleep in the corner of the room.
Curled up on the Sofa, muttering incoherent nonsense, was Little Jehovah Metatron, while the Strongest Dragon, Melusine, lay sprawled on the carpet, fast asleep.
Merging Sloth and Greed, with Novia as its guide, is enough.
"Concept Angel Costume: Sandalphon"
This was Novia's Answer.
Sandalphon, also known as Sandalphon, is considered in mythology to be the twin sister of Metatron and the female Wisdom Angel to the left of the Ark of the Covenant. The Ark of the Covenant is the legendary dwelling place of Shekinah when she was exiled to Earth.
More importantly, like Shekinah, Sandalphon corresponds to the tenth Sephirah, the Kingdom, in the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
One is the 'Bride of the Sabbath,' and the other is the 'Companion of God.' Sandalphon will appear before Shekinah to receive human prayers and convey them to God.
But since it is a 'formal outfit', it naturally needs a wearer to bring out its true effect.
Who should Novia choose?
The Answer is almost self-evident.
The Babylon Talmud describes Sandalphon as having an enormous body, with a head reaching the heavens. This description bears a striking resemblance to Typhon, the Greek Mythology who challenged the Olympian Gods and was considered the progenitor of all monsters. Therefore, some scholars later believed that Typhon's image may have originated from the legend of Sandalphon.
However--
Typhon's true form is Universe Spaceship from another star system, which eventually became the strongest Pureblood Dragon.
Angel, on the other hand, are a myth born from the human race on Earth.
So,
The cause-and-effect relationship is then obvious.
Typhon is not derived from Sandalphon, but rather the concept of the Angel attire of Sandalphon came into being because ancient humans witnessed Typhon's deeds.
Just as the Fallen Angel Mystic Code 'Samael / Kamael' was created because of Lilith's story.
Therefore, Novia only had one choice from the very beginning.
Summon Typhon and don the 'Sandalphon' dress made specifically for her.
The process will surely go very smoothly.
However, after the summoning Magecraft Formula was activated, Novia belatedly remembered a trivial yet crucial little thing.
Broken.
It seems I've forgotten that Typhon also possesses the "Fruit of Impermanence," which acts as an "Reverse Wish-Granting Machine."
In the cracks of another time and space.
This is an island that floats between reality and fantasy, and can be called Island.
Countless Daikokutens lay trembling on the beach, too afraid to move.
The reason is simple.
Above the island, beneath the azure sky, two dragons are engaged in a magnificent yet deadly duel.
Pure forces are clashing against each other.
The surging Ether was stained with a dazzling scarlet and a cold silver-white. Each collision caused the structure of space to groan in despair.
The air was filled with a sweet, fishy smell, like ozone, left behind by the burning dragon's breath.
"Get out of my way!"
Typhon, the red-haired dragon girl, let out a roar that almost overflowed with rage.
Wielding giant claws constructed from pure Od, each strike was enough to easily tear apart a mountain range.
But these attacks, which could be described as natural disasters, were effortlessly neutralized time and time again by the petite silver figure before them.
I repeat, I can't let you pass.
Blocking Typhon's path was none other than Melusine, the Dragon of Albion from the Lostbelt.
Melusine hovered in mid-air, her icy blue eyes devoid of any emotion, the long spear in her hand tracing an elegant yet deadly arc.
It didn't feel like a battle; it felt more like a magnificent dance, a dance unique to dragons.
Every beat of the dance precisely struck Typhon's fatal attack points, annihilating his storm-like onslaught.
"You're so annoying!!" Typhon roared in frustration, "Melusine can go to him, why can't I!"
The thought of Melusine, who always pretended to be submissive in front of Novia, now nestled in Novia's arms, enjoying the caresses and affection that should belong to her, Typhon's dragon furnace to overload wildly due to extreme displeasure, and the power of his attacks suddenly increased to a higher level.
When faced with Typhon's questions, Melusine's response was calm and matter-of-fact.
"Because Melusine agreed to let me see Novia in a swimsuit." Melusine gracefully twirled the spear in her hand. "That way, I'll have my own uniqueness."
"What kind of reason is that?! I could let you wear it too!" Typhon was almost furious.
"No way." Melusine shook her head, her tone leaving no room for argument. "If Melusine wears it too, then my uniqueness will disappear. If I wear it, it's the same as not wearing anything at all."
"Who would understand what I'm saying!"
Typhon's powerful strike missed its mark, causing him to lose his balance. He awkwardly braced himself on the ground, breathing heavily.
We can't win.
No matter how anxious or Wrath you are, this barrier in front of you is unbreakable.
At least, without intending to completely destroy this space, even Typhon, the strongest Pureblood Dragon, could not break through the obstruction of 'Dragon Grand' Melusine.
'What to do...'
Typhon's mind was in complete chaos.
'If this continues... Novia will be taken away by that Melusine...'
'I want to... I want to see Novia right now...'
'I don't want to deal with this guy anymore... Someone... Someone help me... Damn it, don't I have any sisters? Just wait, once I gather all the resources, I'll definitely create a whole bunch of sisters for you to see!'
'I want to get rid of her...'
'I want to see Novia...!'
This pure and unadulterated 'desire' was like a pebble thrown into a bottomless well, stirring up a faint yet decisive ripple in the depths of Typhon's body, in the Fruit of Impermanence, which existed as the Anti-Holy Grail.
Just then, the power of 'summoning' from Novia descended upon Typhon.
The twisted nature of the Fruit of Impermanence, which Typhon had consumed, which "absolutely cannot grant wishes," combined with this external summons, responding to Typhon's plea in an unprecedented way.
--You want to 'get rid of' this entanglement and go see Novia?
--This wish cannot be fulfilled by you personally.
However, you can let 'another you' do it for you.
Buzz--!
A light, even more dazzling and purer than the dragons in the sky, suddenly exploded from Typhon's body.
The light was not destructive; instead, it carried a gentle, creation-like quality. Typhon and Melusine were both stunned by this sudden change.
The light gathered and converged around Typhon, gradually outlining a petite, human-shaped silhouette.
The fiery crimson faded, replaced by a moonlit silver-blue; the molten gold's brilliance settled, transforming into a clear, azure sky.
When the light completely faded, a silver-haired girl dressed in a simple white robe stood there barefoot, quietly examining her hands with curiosity.
Epsilon was born.
She first glanced at the stunned, weak redhead Typhon, whose power had been separated from his, then at the wary Melusine opposite her. Her lips curled up uncontrollably, revealing a mischievous yet innocent smile.
"You look terrible, my other self," Epsilon said in a clear, melodious voice. "You've made yourself look so disheveled just to see your brother. Look, even your hair is a mess. You don't look good at all."
"Who... are you...?"
Typhon stared in shock at this being who looked similar to himself but had a completely different aura, feeling as if he were looking in a mirror and seeing a completely opposite version of himself.
"Eep is Eep," the silver-haired girl answered matter-of-factly, then turned to Melusine, puffing out her small chest triumphantly like a child showing off a victory. "And you, you silly dragon lady, not only were you fooled by the liar, but now you've been fooled by Eep too. Did you think that by stopping that idiot Typhon, Eep wouldn't be able to see his brother?"
Epsilon spoke, he took a step forward, his body beginning to become transparent, like a phantom about to vanish.
"You two, enjoy yourselves here. Eep won't be joining you."
Epsilon's figure swayed like a reflection in the water.
Finally, turning back to the two dumbfounded dragons, she playfully stuck out her tongue, her clear blue eyes overflowing with pure joy.
"After all, my brother is still waiting for me."
And so, light quietly gathered in Novia's room.
It is not a formal summoning through a summoning circle, but a more private and direct response.
The coordinates of space had long been firmly anchored by Novia's initial idea.
Silver-blue hair emerged first from the Ether, like silk woven from moonlight; then came a petite figure in a pure white robe; finally, those sky-clear blue eyes, seemingly existing only to reflect Novia's image, slowly opened.
"Elder brother--?!"
With this cry of supreme joy, Epsilon's figure pierced through the barriers of space, plunging headlong into Novia's warm and solid embrace with childlike, pure joy of victory.