[Temperance] Luther

The Phantom Tide in his mind shielded Luther from the "Black Knight's " fatal blow, but because of this, the Tide temporarily severed its connection with Luther. He was able to successfully summon the Fool and establish contact with this mysterious being.

The Fool, being quite astute, took advantage of the fact that Luther's mental Tide had not yet subsided and immediately transported him to his own "Divine Kingdom."

A grayish-white Fog quietly spread beneath their feet, and time seemed to stand still within this ancient Palace. The figure shrouded in the Gray Fog sat upright behind Bronze Chair, offering only a soft laugh in response to Luther's bow.

"Don't be so formal, just call me Mr. Fool."

The other person said, their voice echoing through the Palace.

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

Luther readily agreed and sat back down in his chair at the other party's suggestion.

He observed quietly, sensing that the Fool's figure blended seamlessly with the Palace and the Gray Fog, appearing lofty and magnificent, yet also reserved and profound. Unlike the evil god, who eagerly and aggressively displayed his power, or the True God, who was aloof and distant from his followers, He simply sat behind the long table, observing everything that happened in the world with restraint and calmness.

It felt as if we had been waiting for millions of years.

It seems that the Fool's status is at least that of True God.

Luther thought to himself.

He called upon the Fool only to contend with the True Creator, thinking that as long as the Fool was an enemy of the True Creator, that would be enough. But now it seems that this Fool is far more composed and reliable than he imagined.

Just as Luther was secretly evaluating the Fool, he suddenly heard the other person let out a soft laugh.

"Heh, I really didn't expect a sober Shepherd to pray to me. I snatched you from the clutches of the 'Fallen Creator,' which will probably displease that guy."

Thus the Fool said.

He calls the True Creator the "Fallen Creator." Why does He say this? Does it mean that the True Creator is actually the Primordial Creator who Degeneration and became one?

In that instant, a wave of emotion surged within Luther, but this did not prevent him from rising again and bowing to the other party. "Yes, thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I would already be a follower of the evil god."

"Alright, like I said, you don't need to be so formal. I don't mind lending a hand to those who pray to me," said the Fool, "Especially when it comes to that Fallen Creator."

Was it just a "side favor" from three Angel?

Luther remained noncommittal.

He has not forgotten the conclusion he reached when Acting of the "Secrets Suppliant"—one can believe in the power of the gods, but not in their mercy.

He felt that the Fool's purpose might not be simple. Perhaps it was to oppose the True Creator, or perhaps it was related to his own unique characteristics. But to him, none of that mattered. As long as he could help the Fool kill the True Creator and complete his revenge, he didn't care if the Fool used him.

"Mr. Fool, can you save my sister?"

Thinking of this, Luther's tone became more respectful, and he said sincerely, "She sacrificed her life because of my Ritual, and now, only her soul remains within my body."

Now he understood that the uncontrollable soul within him belonged to Cecilia. This was why the false "Cecilia" could use Assassin abilities, and why his own Flesh and blood instinctively protected it.

The Fool is a god; perhaps he really does have a way to save his sister's life!

If it can save Cecilia, what harm is there in becoming a follower of the Fool?

A glimmer of hope appeared in Luther's eyes, like a traveler in the desert seeing an oasis.

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However, within the Gray Fog opposite, the Fool remained silent for a considerable period before slowly shaking his head.

"Unfortunately, I am neither omniscient nor omnipotent, and I do not possess the authority to resurrect people."

He said.

The light in Luther's eyes quickly dimmed. The traveler in the desert discovered that the so-called oasis was just a mirage, an illusion that he could not reach even with all his strength.

"However, perhaps when your own level of existence is elevated, you won't need anyone else's help to save your sister."

However, the Fool soon gave him new hope.

An elevation in life level. Wait, is the Fool saying that once my Sequence advances, I'll have a chance to save Cecilia?

Luther received the message and his brain began to work at lightning speed.

The first phrase of the True Creator's Honorific Name is "The Creator of All Things." Creation! Could it be that by using the authority of that bastard evil god, a perfect body could be created for Cecilia?

It seems like it really works!

But that guy hates me now, and I will never bow down to him. Unless I elevate myself to a higher level, until I usurp his authority, replace his divinity, and become the True God of this Pathway, then Cecilia will have hope of resurrection!

According to Roselle's Diary provided by Klein, he already knew about the "Paths of the Divine" and the "Blasphemy Slate," and knew that the top of the Sequence was the True God.

Having figured all this out, Luther suddenly felt enlightened.

Driven by revenge, he originally intended to completely overturn this Sequence. Now, with the added goal of "saving his sister," his hatred for the evil god and his love for his sister will simultaneously drive him forward.

Although becoming a god is an almost hopeless and difficult path, he has decided to continue on it.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Fool, you are the guiding light for me."

Luther generously expressed his gratitude to the Fool.

"Hehe. You're welcome."

The Fool chuckled, "I can offer you an opportunity to become stronger. I've organized a gathering for a group of people like you, with various motives. They meet here every Monday Three o'clock in the afternoon."

A gathering held under the watchful eye of the gods

Luther sighed inwardly, immediately understanding the other party's meaning, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Fool, do you mean I can also join the party?"

"Certainly."

Please let me participate.

Luther Zedao.

"Can."

The Fool nodded slightly, then tapped his finger, and a stack of face-down playing cards materialized on the table in front of Luther. "Members in the organization are codenamed using Tarot cards. These are what they have left. Draw one for yourself."

Luther casually reached out and pulled out a card from the middle of the deck, turning it over. When he saw the image on the card, he couldn't help but pause slightly in surprise.

A barefoot Angel with crimson wings stood above the stream. The Angel's face was calm as he poured water from one Holy Grail into another.

[Temperance].

What does this mean? Is it a reminder to control my inner rage and not let anger cloud my judgment?

Luther couldn't help but chuckle.

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