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"So that was it. You didn't come for me, but wanted to give birth to a descendant who inherited Sefirah Castle."
"That's good. Safe, efficient, silent..."
Upon learning the Mother Tree of Desire's true objective, the Monarch of Decay immediately lost some interest. He tilted his head back and looked toward a certain part of the starry sky:
"...So the barrier can no longer stop my kind from sending their power inside?"
That was good. Communicating with his main body would be easier in the future, and normal prayer rituals would no longer need to be so concealed.
At present, he was a cluster of corruption capable of receiving commands. In more accessible terms, this silhouette was one branch of an immense trunk, one of the countless aerial roots hanging from a giant banyan tree. He was a split-off spirit and attendant on the scale of a single finger, controlled both by the Monarch of Decay himself in the cosmos and by Edward Vaughan, who walked the earth.
The Mother Tree of Desire had come for Klein Moretti, not him, so he did not need to handle this matter himself. His mood lightened, and he even spent a few seconds admiring the blood-red moon.
"That key is quite interesting. Are you watching the earth too?"
"Mother Goddess of Depravity," he murmured to himself. "Mother of spiritual power, symbol of reproduction and beauty, the most powerful of my kind... If she opened her body and mind and became the mother of all things, the origin of everything, then, in the words of earth's inhabitants, her combat strength would be on the level of 'flipping the table.'"
"Unless absolutely necessary, I really don't want to help her deal with Bethel Abraham."
In all fairness, the Oldest One awakening would not be