At this point, Li Nanyu paused and sighed. "But, Mr. Weasley, you've been to Aether. There is no time or space there, no directions, no above or below. Past, present, and future are all mingled in boundless gray chaos. In that place, who says the golden soul must be born in the past rather than the future? Who can say for certain that He cannot reach the present from the future?"
Almost the instant Li Nanyu said those words, Vaughn believed him.
Because when the concept of "the golden soul being born in the future" prompted him to blurt out "impossible," Vaughn had already thought of Aether!
That was where he had encountered a god, after all.
If the golden soul truly existed, it could only be born in Aether.
He simply had never thought along those lines before. In his subconscious understanding, the golden soul theory was still something to study and verify. He had never truly accepted this idealist doctrine.
And now-
Vaughn smiled self-mockingly.
People really could be blinded by their own habits. In his previous life, he had been a staunch materialist. Even after coming to this world and encountering magic, he had upheld the belief that anything objectively existing must follow some set of laws, bringing magic into his framework of scientific thought.
Yet everything he had once been accustomed to-his knowledge, his understanding, his way of thinking-still influenced him in subtle, profound ways.
So much so that even after encountering the god of death, he had never carefully considered this: if the god of death existed, and time and space were mingled in Aether, could a golden soul truly be born in the distant future and travel backward through time?
Still, it was not too late to realize it now.
With that sudden revelation,