The Knight's Long Journey

"Hmm... I always feel that for gods and spirits to exist, there must be some prerequisite. Simply setting them as naturally formed beings in the world feels a bit cliché. Perhaps..."

"Hmm, let's set it up as a visitor from another world who brought the seeds of the gods."

As she pondered this, she followed the inspiration from her dream, her pen moving with its own. An elegant woman with long green hair, a red plaid skirt, and a parasol was sketched casually on the paper. With the character's image established, all that remained was to add details.

"Let's call her Yuka for now, and see if there's a more suitable name later. As for her origins... let's skip that. Let's just say she's a traveler who drifts freely between worlds and happens to have come to this planet."

She wrote some notes next to the woman in the painting.

"When she arrived on Earth, the surface of the planet had just begun to have oceans with life. Then she said, 'Can this planet also become Earth?' and stayed on the earth for a long time."

"She didn't like that primitive Earth, so she brought fish onto land and let flowers and plants grow in the soil. She cultivated the planet as her garden, so that all the land was covered with flowers."

"But she was still lonely, no... no one knew if she was lonely. Because she was ultimately just a passerby, and there were no kindred spirits or equal friends here—so one day, she left."

"Where she went, no one knows. But this garden that belonged to her remembers her deeply."

The flowers felt they needed to bloom for her, the birds felt they should sing for her, the wind felt it should lift her skirt, and the water felt it should flow at her feet.

"The garden remembered her, and even after she left, it continued to pretend that she still existed in this world. Every day, every night. The stage without a protagonist was filled with joyful singing. And perhaps because the garden played the role so well, one day, she really did return to this planet."

"But it wasn't her who returned. It was her echo, her traces, her reflection in this world—the shadow came to life, the shadow thought it was her."

"It's a pity. The shadow is just a shadow after all—the shadow is not her, and the shadow can't do everything she can. And as time goes by, the shadow and the garden finally realize—she's gone, and they'll never see her again."

"And so, the garden and the shadow collapsed. They realized they were meaningless, they realized that what they needed was perhaps permanent death—they began to fight, they slaughtered each other. And in the end, the garden burned to ashes in the fire. And the shadow also crumbled into countless fragments."

"They all died. But from their corpses, a new life was conceived. And this composite thing was the first god on earth without a self."

"Because they want to perpetuate the traces of their existence. And because of their ego... they suffer."

Liliana put down her pen—these ideas seemed to have been ingrained in her mind from the very beginning, unconsciously transforming from thoughts into words. After finishing writing everything, she carefully examined her own words.

"It feels... like no different from ordinary creation myths." The silver-haired Knight Princess frowned slightly.

However, a slender hand deftly took the manuscript away from her.

"But as a story, she at least explained the cause and effect." A voice sounded from beside her ear.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw a red-haired girl who was familiar yet felt close to her.

"You... you are the Seventh... no!"

She suddenly shuddered.

"Who are you! Why are you here!"

Tomorrow I can probably go back to Terra and persecute Kaimaomaru _(:з"∠)_

Chapter 141 The Knight's Long Journey

"That's the question I need to ask you. Why do you think I'm here?"

The red-haired girl spoke calmly, but her aura was unexpectedly fierce and intense—she looked as if she had just emerged from a war. A murderous intent and a bloodthirsty aura emanated from her.

There's a... strong feeling about it.

Liliana instinctively lowered her head—she felt she should kneel before the girl before her. But before her subconscious could translate into actual action, her status as Great Knight made her hesitate slightly.

Who exactly is she...?

Don't you remember me?

The Flame-haired maiden tilted her head slightly.

This only made Liliana feel more confused and lost.

"You..." The silver-haired knight instinctively bit her lower lip lightly. "... Surtr ...but that was just a dream!"

"So you still remember my name. Don't you think there should be something else besides my name?"

"I..." The knight girl clenched her small fists slightly.

Then it let go again...

"I don't know... but it was clearly just a dream! Just a fantasy, a story made up out of thin air. You... are you my hallucination? Or did I do something wrong in my cultivation, and develop a split personality?"

Why do you think it's a fantasy?

"Because there are no gods in this world, and no God Slayer! I've been to school! I know what Occam's Razor is. I know that the history of this world is perfectly coherent and cannot accommodate a group of new forces that suddenly intrude—and you..." Liliana rubbed her temples hard. "...Even in my dreams, you should only be a character who appears very rarely."

She couldn't remember what the dream ended with—only vague fragments, the specific details of which were unclear.

"Oh?" The uninvited visitor tilted his head slightly. "Is that what you think? Ah... that's true. Worldline Correction isn't exactly a normal time manipulation. Leaving traces but with vague clues is normal. But it doesn't matter, I already had some reserved timeline available in this world."

The Flame-haired maiden rose and walked through Liliana's office like a king surveying his territory—she casually pushed open the door. The organization's headquarters outside was operating as usual. A few passing knights and mages glanced at Liliana's office with slight curiosity, but naturally bowed their heads towards the Flame-haired maiden.

They certainly didn't know her. But humility instinctively emanated from this group of exceptionally talented individuals.

So the girl stepped out of the society.

"I plan to see what this new city has become."

"The girl said. Her steps were light and leisurely."

Then, as she took three steps, she casually tilted her head back.

"Come on, won't you be my guide?"

"Huh? But why should I—" Liliana protested instinctively. However, as she expressed her objection, her legs unconsciously took a step forward, making her follow behind the girl like a servant.

He said he didn't want to, but his body was quite obedient—this old trick of his actually came in handy again.

That's very interesting.

The silver-haired Knight Princess suddenly blushed—she could clearly sense her own body. She could make all her decisions. Yet, the more she could, the more awkward she felt.

She felt she should loudly refuse—but she didn't dare to speak loudly in front of the girl.

She felt she should turn around and leave—but she instinctively followed the girl, waiting for instructions.

She felt she might need to shout for help or check if she was under a spell—but her intuition and experience told her she wasn't under a spell and that shouting for help wouldn't do any good.

The correction wasn't ineffective, but rather meaningless. She vaguely sensed that doing so would make her seem like an idiot to her colleagues in the society, and that she would definitely regret it afterward.