And perhaps the figure that had once appeared in her dreams was a raven he had left behind to watch over the passing years. This was no one else's guidance, but the earnest teachings of the sovereign they had always watched over.
And perhaps she had already suspected it long ago.
She simply could not bring herself to connect that raven with their Majesty Lucifer.
For how could she ever have known?
The god they believed in had once been a rebel at the very forefront of his age.
He did not oppose faith, because everyone needed something to hold on to in their hearts. What he opposed was unchanging stagnation, those so-called ancient doctrines and traditions so rigid that they made life worse than death, because they could turn the finest intentions foul and strip the purest ideals of their rightful radiance.
"Do you know?"
Lynn gazed at her.
"He taught you to rebel."
"Even if the one you rebelled against was him."
He did not know whether she had taken his words to heart, nor whether she could make sense of it all. But after witnessing the Violet Great Lord's life at that mysterious old man's place, he had come to understand the ideal he had upheld through life after life. That was also why he had chosen to erase himself, why he had chosen to grant this raven, who had split off from him in the first place, his own future.
Because he knew.
No matter who they were, from the moment they developed a self of their own, everyone had the right to pursue freedom and happiness.
In an instant.
Lynn gritted his teeth and charged toward the countless pursuers in the enormous demon king's body he had conjured.
Yet it was at that very moment.