Chapter 893: Chapter 894: All Good Things The emperor acted quickly to organize everyone as the host. Since many major figures were already present, it was best to coordinate a response and perhaps set up an initial plan before everyone rushed back to protect their respective domains. There was also the possibility of immediate demon attacks, as they had officially entered a time of war. The heads of the war banks would begin shifting everything into a wartime economy. Funds would be redirected toward military preparations and all of the many requirements that war demanded. Damon dragged Luna and Iris along with him and followed Evangeline and her mother back to the Brightwater family’s castle in the capital. It was the safest place they could be. Inside the carriage, everyone was silent. Today had been a day filled with revelations. Damon kept sneaking glances at his sister, hoping she would say something. "I am not going to ask if you do not want to tell me," she muttered. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖 Damon smiled. "Actually, I was hoping you would." "How long have you known?" she interrupted, eager for answers. Damon shrugged, his body still aching from the wounds he had suffered in the nightmare. "A while now. Did you know Mom actually wanted us to live with the old geezer all these years? Funny thing is, the villagers knew but did not dare tell us. They did not even bother learning the details. The moment they heard ’noble,’ they froze in fear." Luna glared at him coolly. "You really kept this from me all this time, huh?" Damon reached out and touched her head. "If it makes you feel any better, Evangeline knew too and was playing dumb." Evangeline clicked her tongue. "I only found out recently too. Stop trying to throw me under the carriage." Damon still found a way to terrorize Evangeline until they finally reached the castle. ... The sun had long since set, and the day’s chaos was finally over. After so long, Damon took out the elixir in his room. He placed it on the table and glanced at Luna. "This is it. The elixir of pseudo immortality. Honestly, I do not know the full extent of what it can do. All I know is that it can cure you." Luna picked up the vial and looked at her brother. "I do not need to hear the risks. I trust you. Besides, from now on, it will be my turn to protect you." She raised the vial and drank its contents. For a moment, nothing seemed to change. Then her hair glowed brightly with white light. Her heart overflowed with magical energy, and her body lifted slightly into the air before gently settling back down. She raised her hand, checking her body. Her lips quivered as she guided mana through her magic circuits. "The pain... it is gone," she whispered, tears slipping from her eyes. Damon smiled softly. If he had died, he would never have witnessed this sight. Luna could not stop crying, and Damon let her. The poor girl had been through far too much. Eventually, she fell asleep, and Damon carried her to her room. When he returned to his own room, he found a red haired young woman sitting on his bed. He smiled faintly when he saw her. "I did not expect the demons to declare war on us. Everything is happening so quickly," she muttered. Damon shrugged. It had been inevitable. He sat down beside her. "You were right. Maybe dying was not the answer. I thought I could defy him by dying, but the Unknown God proved that I could not. He is the god of choice, so how could I believe any choice I made would escape him?" He lowered his head. "Even if I died, what would stop him from bringing me back? He already showed he has that power. I could trap myself in an endless loop of killing myself, and he would simply revive me again and again." Lilith narrowed her eyes slightly. "If that is the case, then what was his objective? Something worth investing so much into. Were you the target, or were you merely bait?" She held her head. "There was the flower. It must have been important if he made Ittorath retrieve it. That flower had to be his primary objective. But what if he was also trying to show us Lazarak’s past?" Turning to face him, she sat on the bed with her legs folded beneath her. "What if he was setting a trap for the goddess races? We may not like what we went through, but we gained far more knowledge than before. We likely know more about the Zero Epoch and the events that led to the fall of the gods than most." She lifted a key in her hand. "And the Tomb of Lazarak. No, the tomb of the lesser gods. This must be where all the lesser gods slumber." Damon sighed. "I suppose the only thing left to figure out now is Mugu’s past and his origins in the demon continent, Centros." Lilith lowered her head slightly, then nodded. "Yes. But that is not the only reason I came. I wanted to apologize. For everything. I am sorry I could not respect your decision." Damon shook his head. "You were right, and I was less right." He placed his hand over hers. She stood up slowly. "I should go. Let us talk in the morning." Damon grabbed her hand. His heart pounded as he pulled her back into his arms. He kissed her neck slowly, making her face flush red. He whispered into her ear. Then he kissed her lips. They were soft, and he breathed in the scent of gardenia. He reached for the zipper on her back and slowly pulled it down, his hand brushing against her bare skin as her dress slipped away. He pressed his hand against the soft whiteness of her chest, and she let out a quiet moan. He pushed her gently onto the bed as she undid his clothes in return. Their soft moans echoed through the room as they rolled together in the sheets. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ End of Volume Six Author’s Note At last, that wretch has cracked. Imagine my anguish seeing him have his way with Lilith—that scum. I am sure you all never notice due to how well I treat him, but I live to ruin his life. But that is fine. As a guy, I feel pain when I see myself dying of thirst while another guy is drowning. Enjoy yourself, Damon. I will be cooking you next arc. My green rants aside. Volume Six was all about digging up the past and maybe finding the origin of the promise: "Create something beautiful." Which, as you have seen, has no clear, traceable origin. Time works in mysterious ways, far be it for mortals to comprehend. That said, it is time to end this volume. It has been here longer than I intended, but I do not like to half-ass things. Nevertheless, the ending is at hand—just three more arcs to go. I hope you stick with me to the end. Signed, Rengadex