Descendants, and... Godan! (Continued)

"And what about you?"

Theresa turned her head and continued to look at Maria and the others.

Theresis remained silent... He was one of the least knowledgeable about these secrets, so he didn't know what his choice would bring, and thus chose to abstain.

Lamaline, on the other hand, quietly leaned against Maria, making her stance clear.

Whatever Maria chooses, she supports.

In the end, it became a situation where Maria and Theresa were alone, gazing at each other.

All eyes turned to Maria.

Maria sighed.

She suddenly understood the future, why Theresa was smiling at her and telling her that she had found the stone.

The idea she put forward now, she did indeed implement in the future, only... far too late.

What do you need to do?

Maria paused for a moment, not intentionally altering history, but instead continuing to speak in accordance with the other party's wishes.

Her words, in Theresa's ears, became proof that she supported herself.

"I need to get closer to death... I've encountered that thing in my dreams more than once, but I'm always bound by it. Perhaps the tranquility of death can allow me to get closer to that thing."

Theresa spoke, her gaze serious.

Meanwhile, Theresis looked up in disbelief.

"You mean..."

"Perhaps I need to leave here for a while."

Theresa, with her eyes slightly closed, gave her answer.

Theresis frowned immediately.

But Theresa didn't listen to what the other person said. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Kal'tsit and the others.

"To get closer to and obtain that thing, I need to approach death infinitely, but... what I need to do and the conditions I require are the opposite of what you..."

"The Sarcophagus can do that."

Kal'tsit wasn't stupid; she immediately understood what Theresa was asking and quickly gave her answer.

The Sarcophagus could indeed do that.

It can sustain Theresa's life to some extent, bringing her close to death without causing her to die completely.

Only...

"Our plan can't be without you, Theresa. Are you sure you want to try?"

Kal'tsit was still somewhat hesitant... she wasn't very willing for the other person to undertake such a dangerous attempt.

Unfortunately, Theresa's mind was made up.

"I'm sure, Kal'tsit."

"... I understand, I'll get started preparing. When do you want to begin?"

Kal'tsit was unable to persuade the other party, and could only lower her head and silently ask the question.

Theresa nodded calmly.

"Right now!"

After Theresa's plan was proposed, it was immediately put into practice.

She traveled to Rhodes Island with Kal'tsit and the Doctor, who held the highest authority on Rhodes Island.

It was at this time that Theresis began to take over the responsibilities that Theresa had originally undertaken.

Maria finally had some free time after a long time.

She and Lamaline returned to the Banshees camp... Although it was no longer safe there, with Maria present, they still chose to come here to rest.

Lamaline went to tidy up and take a shower, while Maria stood quietly on the balcony, silently watching the now gray city without saying a word.

In the eyes of others, Theresa's plan did indeed have a certain degree of feasibility. With Kal'tsit and the Doctor's understanding of the First Originium Ananna, retrieving it would not actually be difficult.

But the truth is that Maria only saw Theresa, who had taken out the Originium, again decades later.

In other words, Theresa's plan ultimately failed.

In order to maintain future stability, Maria had to rethink how to deal with Gordan.

First and foremost, it can be confirmed that Gordan's objectives are only twofold.

First, He must kill Maria, His 'kin' who had attacked Him repeatedly.

Secondly, it is about summoning one's own body into this world.

Similarly, the first option is no longer feasible at present.

After all, Maria had realized that the other party had broken through her body's original protection and had now replaced it with a different defense.

Even if Gordan wanted to devour her, he would be caught in an endless tug-of-war.

And the second one... this is what Maria is most worried about.

After all, judging from the current situation, less than one-tenth of the entire Kazdel population remains. Theoretically, the deaths should be enough for Gordan's improved summoning ritual, and he should be able to descend upon this world.

At that time, Maria really didn't know how to fight against her fully-formed opponent.

But that's precisely where the problem lies.

Although the conditions are met, Maria has yet to sense any signs of Gordan's true arrival.

In other words, Gordan did not descend directly.

So what is He waiting for?

Maria couldn't understand.

Is it because we're missing a container?

After much thought, this was the only conclusion Maria could come up with.

Gordan was not a native of this place; he was an intruder.

Almost everyone in Terra feels disgust and aversion upon seeing him... This stems from a primal instinct—the awareness and rejection of people of a different race.

This was actually a trivial matter for them, but if it could be resolved, they wouldn't mind spending a little more time on it.

Moreover, a suitable container might be more convenient for Gordan to act now that he has gained wisdom.

"What's wrong?"

Perhaps the familiar scene dulled Maria's perception of time, or perhaps Maria was thinking too deeply. In just a short while, Lamaline emerged and came to Maria's side.

She looked at Maria's unchanging face, a hint of confusion appearing on her own.

They now have two feasible plans, and things have taken a turn for the better. Why does Maria still seem so uneasy?

"Nothing..."

Maria shook her head and silently removed Theresa's hand from her face, holding it in her own palm.

She didn't know how to explain it to Lamaline, and even if she did, it wasn't a battlefield Lamaline could participate in.

Rather than letting the other party panic unnecessarily, it's better to keep it a secret from the start.

But after a moment of silence, Lamaline smiled helplessly.

"You're always like this, never saying anything, never telling me anything..."

"... Feel sorry."

"No need to apologize to me, Maria, I'm used to it."

Lamaline shook her head slightly, leaned gently against Maria, and took her hand in hers.

Their slender, pale fingers intertwined.

Although the Banshees' body temperature was already very low, they were still warmer than Maria.

But the physical chill couldn't mask the warmth in my heart.

Lamaline found herself becoming increasingly dependent on Maria.

"Sometimes I really wonder, when will all of this finally end?"

Lamaline spoke slowly, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Maria's appearance made her experience what true warmth was, but because of this, she felt the chaos and entanglement of the current situation even more.

The Sarkaz are like a cursed race; from thousands of years ago to the present day, fate has been playing tricks on them.

They finally welcomed a benevolent demon king named Theresa, but this benevolence became precarious due to a mysterious disaster.

She... was getting annoyed.

But as the sovereign of the Banshee Court, she had no one to whom she could show her vulnerability.

"..."

Maria sensed this unusual vulnerability in the person beside her and hesitantly reached out her hand.

A finger gently brushed Lamaline's face; the cool touch made her open her eyes, tilt her head slightly, and look at Maria.

"That's hardly a consolation."

She smiled helplessly, and Maria was taken aback, falling silent for a moment.

Before she could say anything more, Lamaline had already leaned her head closer.

Meanwhile, Lamaline had already had close contact with Maria, was no longer as shy as before.

Like a cute black cat, showing its tenderness to Maria.

His body pressed tightly against Maria's, and with each sway, a few folds of his clothing slipped, revealing her fair, delicate skin that stirred the imagination.

This surprised Maria.

Lamaline, however, opened her eyes slyly and looked at Maria with a smile.

Maria, slightly incredulous and bewildered, slowly placed her hand on her lower abdomen...

"..."

Maria remained silent.

This surprised Lamaline, who quickly became nervous, much like a child who had done something wrong.

Are you... unhappy?

"... when?"

Maria was somewhat stunned, so much so that she didn't know what to say. She just wanted to ask when this had happened.

But Lamaline didn't actually know the answer either.

"The Banshees's secret rituals are always strange; we can't control much of it. We can only initiate the ritual and let fate decide..."

Lamaline was somewhat confused, but after her initial surprise, Maria returned to her composure.

In fact, this is not that surprising.

After all, she could already see her offspring in the future.

Logos was actually around his late teens or early twenties at that time.

Based on the timeline, the current point in time is roughly right.

Only...

"You... don't want that?"

Lamaline looked at Maria with some unease.

She thought Maria would be happy about this...

"No, I'm happy, but... I don't know..."