The Golden Scapegoat Game

Castorice murmured softly, her gaze flickering as she looked at the Savior.

Aglaea was already weighing her words, wanting to say something, but Great Herta had no patience to sit by and watch others exchange tender looks with Hua Yi.

"I once asked that machine head—Aeon of Erudition Nous—what divinity was. Now, you Chrysos Heirs may as well consider another question: what is humanity? Or, more plainly, what is the self?"

If this question had been directed solely at Aglaea, it would have been easy enough to understand.

Over the course of a thousand years, her divinity had gradually deepened while her humanity had thinned.

But the subject Great Herta spoke of was the Chrysos Heirs.

Tribbie thought of Trinnon, Trianne, and the other members of us. In Castorice's mind surfaced all the changes Hua Yi had brought, allowing her to contain death and experience a true life.

Hyacine wore a radiant expression as she spoke with a giggle.

"Before, the Chrysos Heirs' personal goal was probably the Flame-Chase Journey, right? Working hard to gather Core Flames. But now—Lord Savior has turned the world into colors that are gradually growing brighter, like a rainbow!"

At those words, Great Herta suddenly understood what Hua Yi was planning.

Genius Miss curled her lips.

"So what is your self now?"

"When the Black Tide descended upon the Grove of Epiphany, it couldn't hurt anyone. As a doctor, I didn't even need to treat anyone's illnesses or injuries. Does that count as failing to realize my own value? Hehe, everyone being healthy and well is the best outcome instead~"

"That's right, that's right!"

Hyacine's eyes curved into crescents. Mimi, who had been unable to cling to Hua Yi's side while following the group around the Grove of Epiphany earlier, nodded vigorously at this moment