History Incarnation

To Trissy, Neph's words were quite puzzling. She couldn't quite understand the situation—as Demoness from the Gnostic Aurora Order, she lacked even knowledge of the chaotic family situations of Demoness and hadn't heard many strange tales.

Trissy seemed surprised, but she quickly regained her composure, realizing that it wasn't important to her at that moment; what truly mattered was—

"I originally thought you were the messenger or a follower of the Winter Goddess, but I never imagined that your faith is actually—" she began tentatively.

"That's not wrong," Neph shrugged. "Isn't it normal for me to be my own messenger? Some gods even have their own favorites—at least I really have believers."

You better not be talking about me— Klein's movements didn't change at all, and his smile remained unchanged.

Bernadette looked up, unsure whether she should ask who it was or pretend she hadn't heard.

Trissy, however, didn't share this hesitation. Although surprised by the statement, she decisively ignored it, exhaling and saying, "I certainly don't understand such a realm as well as you do—but I must remind you of something."

Neph raised an eyebrow.

"I have already offered my soul to the Primordial," Trissy said with a wry smile. "I think I don't need to mention it; you probably already know the reason—Mr. Sparrow should have told you everything, right?"

"Hey," Neph raised an eyebrow in displeasure, "What do you take me for? Do you think I wouldn't know if he didn't tell me?"

"I underestimated you," Trissy readily admitted, "But I must remind you, I have already offered my soul to the Primordial, and perhaps the Primordial already knows everything—even if it doesn't know now, it should have known when you took my soul away."

"That's my My Lord responsibility," Neph blinked. "I'm not in charge of that part."

Since she didn't mind, Trissy naturally had nothing to say. Having already offered her soul to Evil God once, Trissy felt nothing about being offered to another Evil God. For her, as long as she could complete her Revenge, she didn't care about anything else.

As they left with their final plan, Klein gave Neph a look. Neph understood the implication, but she remained silent until the summons from "Sefirah Castle" appeared.

"What do you want to ask?" Neph asked him.

"Adam didn't want George III to become a god?" Klein asked her.

Neph nodded.

"Then why did He even bother with this?" Klein frowned. "What was his purpose? As things stand, starting a war doesn't necessarily require George III to become a god, does it? The Seven Gods already have conflicts with various nations, they've just been holding back—"

"Perhaps George III's ascension to godhood was the very trigger?" Neph chuckled.

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Klein countered.

Neph hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "He doesn't—well, to be precise, He doesn't actually care whether George III becomes a god or not. As for why He doesn't want George III to become a god now? That's probably because it's more advantageous for Him not to become a god."

"I don't understand," Klein frowned even more. "If He didn't care, why did He go to so much trouble to help George III? According to you, he provided so much help—didn't he know what the consequences would be?"

Neph stared at him, her thoughts suddenly drifting back to a long time ago.

"It seems I asked a similar question to you before," Neph sighed. "I questioned my My Lord back then, if he wasn't planning on Divine Descent, why did he let the Aurora Order 'go crazy outside'? Didn't he know what the consequences would be?"

Klein frowned slightly and tentatively asked, "I guess you didn't get an answer."

"Yes." Neph nodded.

"So I won't get an answer either?" Klein asked.

"It's simply about making an extra preparation—" Neph sighed, "I can't go into too much detail with you, but even today I still don't understand why my My Lord would have the ' Aurora Order ' do that—"

She paused for a few seconds, then sighed at Klein, "I actually have another way to disrupt George III's Ritual —but I'm not sure if I can do it."

Klein looked at Neph questioningly. Neph looked at the swirling Gray Fog around her and said softly, "I don't know if you've ever heard the saying—history is a little girl who can be dressed up however you like."

"For me, this statement is true: I cannot truly change the past, but I have the right to arbitrarily modify the history as perceived by future generations."

"I can briefly add something to history, or alter some collective memory, and temporarily disrupt George III's anchor."

"This might not make much of a difference under normal circumstances, but on such a crucial occasion as a promotion Ritual, George III would absolutely fail because of it."

Klein felt a cold sweat break out on his back as he listened, and he asked warily, "I've suddenly realized something."

Why do I feel like your abilities were designed specifically to target me?

"I can help you too," Neph reminded him, "Mr. Fool, ability has no fixed position."

"But you do," Klein said thoughtfully.

"Yes," Neph nodded seriously, "So why don't you kneel down and beg me?"

"----?" Klein glanced at her expressionlessly. "I'd rather call you Mom."

"I have no objection," Neph said.

Klein sighed helplessly, then decided to change the subject. "What you just said made me think of a question, well, maybe it's just a coincidence."

"Do you think you might be one of those little girls who can be dressed up however you want?" Just like you said, ability has no fixed position, but you do. When you first came into this world, everyone had the opportunity to win you over.

"That's terrible," Neph shook her head. "The way you put it makes it sound like I didn't follow the Moon simply because it found me too late."

"So that's not how it was?" Klein asked jokingly.

Neph rolled her eyes and reminded him, "That is the Mother of All Things." - I can understand others, but I am truly afraid of her Authority.

"Although I claim to be the child of the God of Winter, you should know that I have never seen this mother; she has long since died. But the Mother of All Things is different; she is still alive, and she truly desires me to be her child."

"He wasn't so much trying to win me over as he wanted to give birth to me!"

"I must say, your adjective sounds rather bizarre—" Klein's lips twitched, "but what I really want to ask is, could you be considered an Historical Incarnation? After all, as far as I know, Amon's Honorific Name contains the phrase ' Avatar of Deceit,' and people like ' Eternal Blazing Sun ' and Goddess seem to tend to describe their Authority as an embodiment—"

"Then I should be the embodiment of memory, not some Historical Incarnation," Neph rolled her eyes. "This is just a branch! A branch that's closely related to you!"

As she said this, she suddenly remembered the "Fool's" Ritual to godhood, and her expression turned strange. She asked warily, "Wait, you don't know what your own Ritual to godhood is, do you?"

" To Fooling Fate once?" Klein asked. "I remember you mentioning that to me."

Neph made an "uh" sound and shook her head, saying, "That's true, but it's incomplete—your Ritual should be Fooling of history, time, or Fate— "

Before she could finish speaking, Klein had an idea. He asked thoughtfully, "If you really are the Historical Incarnation, would it be possible to solve the problem if I Fooling you?"

"It's a real shame," Neph said with a forced smile. "I'm not the Historical Incarnation, so no matter what, you can't solve the problem by Fooling me."

Klein cooperated by putting on a sad expression.

Neph rested her chin on her hand, and thoughtfully continued, "But if you ask me that, I think I'm more inclined to be Historian than Historical Incarnation— "

Unlike actual history, memory inherently contains elements of fiction. In fact, I'm the one who embellishes history—

"The Historian— " Klein asked hesitantly, "Is that how the Historian explained it?"

"Who knows?" Neph shrugged. "Side-driving with personal agendas is unavoidable."

She then smiled and said, "And that makes perfect sense, doesn't it? After all, historians have always been able to study based solely on the records of Historian. Although they can supplement their research with artifacts, it's still not comprehensive, don't you agree, ' Scholar of Yore '?"

"This sounds better than the circus performers that Fate has specially hired," Klein commented.

Neph smiled without saying anything. Klein thought for a moment and then asked her, "But actually, you don't need to worry about anything, do you?"

"At worst, you can hide in that space to handle George III's Ritual, then head straight to the Forsaken Land of the Gods," that way, "Even if the Lord of Storms gets angry, he won't be able to find you."

"Furthermore, from my observation, True God wouldn't be able to truly penetrate such a space, right? He shouldn't be able to truly harm you; at most, it would hurt a little—"

"Who knows?" Neph gave a polite smile. "Besides, even if it hurts a bit, I don't want to try. Anyway, you're not incapable of handling this. I've already said it, unless I find out you're a bunch of useless trash."

"I understand," Klein said, suddenly enlightened. "I really should have done nothing and waited for George III to fail the Ritual himself."

"----?" Neph looked up at him.

"I was just kidding," Klein quickly corrected himself, "but Neph, don't trust us too much. Even without George III, the Royal Family has two Angel and countless level 0 Sealed Artifact, not to mention there might be Demoness Sect mixed in—"

He paused, then asked with a smile, "I guess in the story you read, we succeeded in the end, right? But you should also understand that that history is no longer credible—"

"I know," Neph nodded, "Besides, I've found that you seem more suited to be called the Historical Incarnation."

"Huh?" Klein looked puzzled.

Neph carefully chose her words: "Um... that's right."

"Have you realized that Scholar of Yore like yourself, truly born in antiquity," are usually referred to as—

"Walking History"

"----?" Klein's expression froze. "I need to correct something."

He stared at Neph with a very serious expression and emphasized, "The kind of people you're talking about should be people who have lived from ancient times to the present, not like me, who woke up one day to find myself so many years in the future."

"In fact, I'm not that familiar with the parts of history I didn't experience—"

"It's a good thing you're not familiar with it," Neph reminded him softly. "There's so much hidden in history; who knows, maybe someone will greet you—"

Neph's words startled Klein. He suddenly realized something and asked warily, "What if I run into someone while entering the Historical Void?"

"Yes," Neph said, "You will encounter other Scholar of Yore."

"You know I didn't mean that—" Klein said weakly.

"Then you'll still run into me," Neph shrugged, "but not inside. You might wander into my fabricated Historical Void— "

"----That's not what I meant!" Klein glared at her. "No, no, it's more or less the same thing--"

"Not quite the same," Neph shook her head. "You could never possibly find my My Lord in the Historical Void, because you were merely passing through; that period of history has little to do with you, while I—"

Neph paused, then murmured with a hint of realization, "I am—"

"The Witness of Everything."

"You—" Klein seemed to want to say something.

Neph raised her hand to cover her eyes, looking at Klein with a somewhat dazed expression, and ran a hand through her hair. "So, they could sense my gaze because I was truly witnessing their experiences through memory, not like you, merely a researcher living in the present era—"

"Yes, this is indeed not the same as Historical Incarnation, but when it comes to incarnations, we have to mention it."

If True God through the "Fate" Pathway were to be born, then Fooling Him might truly be considered Fooling Fate.

I wonder if Ouroboros successfully accommodated the Uniqueness —and how is the Little Snake? Considering the timeline—well, even if it was premature, it seems too early; it could have stayed in its mother's womb a little longer.

"Hiss----" Gillian clutched her stomach, letting out a faint gasp.

She was six months pregnant, and her belly was noticeably protruding. A pale, ashen-skinned man heard her movement and quickly came over, asking with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Gillian forced a smile, "just a little stomachache—alright Quinn, go pack your things, are you really okay? I heard there's a lot of discrimination against us in Loen— "

"Don't overthink it, sister," Quinn comforted her. "Does that mean we won't face discrimination if we stay here?"