Overlord Journey of Creator God Tima - Chapter 15

Immersed in the joy of becoming the Mother of All once more, she shed tears of pain and sorrow.

Because those were her children—her children who had abandoned her, killed her, and whom she still loved dearly.

Though she loved them deeply, the curse of primal impulses forced her to slaughter; though she hated them, she could not bear to harm them, binding herself in shackles of her own making.

She was a collection of such contradictions, unable to receive love and not knowing how to hate. In the end, she was shattered for love and condemned beyond redemption by hatred.

Soon, the battle that had originally been one-sided was reversed. She was scorched by the Sun God's firestone, bound by chains that linked heaven and earth, eroded by the authority of the underworld, and beguiled by illusory demon flowers.

In the end, Death's incarnation severed her wings, stripping her of her eternal, undying life, and she fell beneath the full force of the heroes' attacks.

She lost—to her weak children who longed to survive, and to the contradictory spiral of her own love and hatred.

In her final glance, she saw the figure of a girl so slight she was almost invisible, so weak she was nearly impossible to sense.

Her orange-red hair burned like a flame, and in her eyes was a resolute will that pressed ever forward.

She longed to live. No matter what, she had to live. And you? What was it that you truly desired?

The Mother Goddess had been defeated. In the end, she still never learned what she had done wrong.

Could it be that every mistake was simply because... you did not love me?

That was the story: a great heroic tale, a magnificent epic of humanity's gods and heroes overcoming disaster and winning the future.

At the same time, it was the story of a humble mother—a loser who had been abandoned, who yearned for revenge only to be defeated once again; a sorrowful tale with all her blood and tears spent.

This loser, this mother, was named—

.

"Mother, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Aya was awakened by a clear call and realized that her eyes were already brimming with tears.

What a strange dream, she thought. Then someone reached out and wiped away her tears. The touch was light and gentle, incomparably reassuring.

"Mother must be tired. Why not sleep a little longer?" The gentle voice was like a lullaby, and coupled with the exceptionally soft, comfortable pillow, Aya nearly drifted back to sleep.

Wait, who was talking? The last trace of reason pulled her back from the edge of sleep, and Aya forced open her bleary eyes.

"This must be a dream." She looked carefully once, then closed her eyes without hesitation. That's right, it was a dream. Once she woke up, the world would return to normal.

What a ridiculous dream. Seriously, to dream that I'm lying on the **full, taut thighs of a white-haired beast-eared girl, and she's calling herself my daughter? What kind of perverted shut-in's dream is this?

"It's not a dream, Mother." Still not asleep, Aya reached out and pinched her own thigh. Her physical defense was too high for the attack to break through, so it did not hurt, but she still got a rough sense of it.

If this really isn't a dream, then what exactly happened? Has reality gone mad, or have I?

"Oh, Mother is awake?" Another beast-eared girl pushed open the door and entered. She was holding a frying pan, and more importantly, she was wearing a n-n-n-n-naked apron.

"Mother, would you like to eat? Bathe? Or..."

"Wait, I don't want any of that—no, I'll have breakfast. No, no, that's not it." Aya was completely confused.

"Could you first explain clearly who you are, and what exactly happened?"

You should get off the lap pillow before saying something like that. If anyone else had been present, they probably would have made that retort. But the two girls merely smiled as they looked at the utterly languid Aya before them.

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