NOVPUB"Perhaps they are the true 'Guardians of Heaven.'"
The Last Bishop slowly shook his head,
"In short, we failed in the first attempt, and we have failed in the countless cycles of Nether. Only a being born of errors can lead an era of mistakes, and only those who break free from their predestined death can escape the fate of the era."
"It was at this moment, An Su Moningsta, that you appeared."
"This matter is truly interesting."
He watched An Su, his Pure White Eyes reflecting the other's cheeks, and after a long silence, he slowly said,
"You, who should not be alive, who in your predetermined fate, should have long been dead, you who were destined to die in that sacrifice, appeared outside the realm of fate."
"As the 'Child of the Curse,' you left your borders, reached the Imperial Capital, ascended to Heaven, and even ousted Cersei Milton who was destined to become the third ruler, arriving before Fate's Staircase."
[Percentage of Error: Twenty Percent]
The color of crimson text densely covered Avad, the Last Bishop stood in his long robe amidst corpses and blood, his smile still calm, but that calmness suppressed a chaos spanning thirty thousand years.
[Percentage of Error: Thirty Percent]
"You have escaped the destiny that was your lot, you are 'error' incarnate, an outlier of fate. Only by seeing the true error can I become an error, can others become errors, and can the whole era turn into an error."
"One mistake leads to another, creating an ever-growing chain of errors."
"The fate of individuals will eventually trigger the fate of an era."
"In that test, my disciple also tested you. After seeing you, after savoring your scent, the false Azure Sorceress realized the falseness of this world and became an error. And you successfully snatched his world from the God of Law with 'error.'"
"A destiny that no one could defeat, a Nether from which no one could break free."
"Countless attempts, countless salvations, countless failures. The Heaven's plan spanning thirty thousand years—finally had a possibility of realization."
"It is a miracle that even we could not achieve."
The Pure White Eyes reflected An Su's cheeks. The Last Bishop looked at An Su, seemingly having guessed already, and just smiled and said, "How did you do it?"
An Su was stunned.
He remembered that transient autumn rain, the dim yellow swinging shadows of the parasol trees, the dark orange sky and the dark altar, recalled the rain that had fallen more than once, remembered the countless attempts, the countless salvations, the countless failures, and the touch of the gentle autumn rain kissing his lips, and the words scattered from his ears.
'My dear Morning Star Young Master'
'My dear Morning Star Young Master'
'My dear Morning Star Young Master'
The crimson errors have spread across the sky, blood-red ripples rolling above Avad. And that transient autumn rain, which never existed, yet existed forever.
Error, Error, Error!
That delicate autumn rain achieved a miracle that two generations of rulers could not.
An Su seemed to see the autumn rain again, falling gently and silently from an unknown shadow, from the youth's Shadow.
[Percentage of Error: Forty Percent]
"It was not I who defeated fate. It was not me."
After a while, An Su softly said to himself, lowering his dark blue eyes.
—"It was my dear, Miss Maid."
