It was not a mathematical definition.
This kind of beauty itself represented "everything."
And the so-called "Root" was naturally included within that "everything."
"No, this is only... what I saw."
After his daze, Second thought of this possibility.
Because such beauty could not possibly satisfy everyone's aesthetic standards.
True ultimate beauty had to be beauty that everyone could perceive, beauty that allowed everyone to see the "beauty" they wished to see.
So the answer was simple.
The "beauty" Irena displayed allowed everyone to see the kind of beauty they pursued and understood.
"Huh?"
At that instant, Mao understood.
What stood before him was "ultimate beauty."
When he came back to his senses, tears were already streaming down Mao's face.
"No, the ultimate beauty I sought... why is it there... Then, what have I been doing?!"
"To reveal such beauty at the most fitting moment... How cruel," Second sighed.
The beauty brought forth by the Mystic Code was, in itself, a denial of the Iselma Family's achievement.
—That was probably why Irena had not wanted to bring it out until the very end.
But it was too late now.
Once this beauty itself had manifested, the Iselma Family's pursuit had completely lost its meaning.
"Impossible! How could this, how could this happen?!"
It was an expression of absolute despair.
Despair as though even his life itself had been denied.
"Hmm...!"
As Mao wavered, the tentacles on his body began peeling away bit by bit, falling to the ground, melting, and dissipating...
Author's Note:
Eighth update. Still owe 56 chapters, rua~
I'm practically the embodiment of beauty!
After Mao began to waver, his connection with the existence on the "Outside" also began to disconnect.
Communicating with such an existence required an exceptionally powerful will.
Mao had once possessed it, but after