Chapter 832 – #173_diagnosis(5)

#826

One.
Many years have passed since witches existed, but the interpretation of the prophecy organ is still unclear.
The witch of the apocalypse is also wrapped in a veil more than the witch of the whisper.

A thread of infinite destiny.

A person who looks down on the past, present, and even the future at the crossroads of causality.
A being who is not omnipotent, but stands on the observation platform of an omniscient god.

Elroa asserted that the Witch of Apocalypse was a being from another dimension.

She simultaneously observes the past that could be changed by tens of thousands, the present of hundreds of millions of crossroads, and the future divided as a result of trillions.

Therefore, everything reflected in his eyes is meaningless, so he considers himself a bystander.

It only repeats the given responsibilities of ‘management of prophecy’ and ‘leading succession of witches’ like a mechanical device.

That’s why I didn’t put too much weight on the dream of the prophecy the other day.
I had heard that the Witch of Apocalypse’s ‘importance’ and general standards were completely different from Ark.

In fact, the future directly conveyed by the Witch of Apocalypse was, in most cases, an insignificant factor by general standards.
To the point where the witches who dared to step forward stumbled upon useless prophecies.

However, the Witch of Apocalypse spoke to Siu a second time.
The first is ‘My obeisance to the King who was hung upside down’ and the second is ‘I was waiting for you’.

There was definitely a will.
A will that could not be imagined as a mere mechanism or cogwheel.

Furthermore, the future Siu saw was not an ordinary thing.

To suddenly become the king of witches?
That he would have an apprentice witch.

Aren’t any of them too significant to wear?

“Were you waiting?”

Siu managed to cut off the confusion.

Try to calmly talk while calming your pounding heart.
There is someone in front of you who will answer all your questions.

“…”

And the moment she met her face, she felt deja vu.

What is this feeling…
Yes.
It is very similar to Duke Keter, whom I saw a few times in the process of restoring memories that had been erased in the past.
I’m not sure which parts are similar.

What was certain was that this girl was putting a lot of effort into focusing on Siu.

It is because Siwoo’s existence ceaselessly disappears and reappears in the strangely colored pupils whose light is unknown.

“Were you waiting for me?”
“Yes. Ah, –, –, –.”

He opened his small mouth and said something.
It was clearly a language that followed certain forms and rules.

But I can’t understand
No, it’s not at an incomprehensible level, but even if you try to copy the words as they are, you will give up at the vocalization stage.
It felt like my brain was refusing to accept it.
I had a headache.

“I didn’t understand.”

At that moment, the girl frowned.
She tilts her head and opens her mouth, but that doesn’t mean she can communicate properly.
I’m just guessing that something is not being communicated properly.

“Ugh.”

The Witch of the Apocalypse sighed.
A sigh sounds normal.

The Witch of Apocalypse bowed.
Dip your fingertips in the lakeside and scoop up a very small amount of water.

A slightly wet hand touched her cheek.
It was a small hand, but it felt like it was touching something very large.

Consciousness overflows.

Threads of all natural colors flow in a black and vast space like the universe.
Those very thin threads sometimes scatter, sometimes gather in bundles, and sometimes run in all directions like bundles of nerves.

It is the unfulfilled past.
Unreachable present and future.

The history that existed in the world and the history that did not exist coexist and are recorded.

Even if you invest hundreds of millions of years, a vast amount of thread that cannot be counted even half of it flows from the place you reach out to the infinite space that you can’t see.

And Siwoo is looking down at the movement of the thread in the middle of the spirally wound flow.

The Observatory of the All-knowing God.
I inadvertently remembered that word.

I swallowed and touched the thread floating right in front of my eyes.
Overlapping views as if dozens of images were played on a single screen.

There, against the background of the prophecy agency, the witch of the apocalypse is standing in the same posture as she was caressing her cheek.

“You are the only one who freed me from the bonds of fate. So let me tell you the future. Use me.”
“I can finally grow up now. I really hated being a ten-year-old all the time.”
“Ah, this is the world an ordinary human sees. I really like it.”
“Can I say I love you?”

This is one of countless possibilities.
It is a reality that may have been realized when Siwoo made a different choice in the past.

The witch of the apocalypse, her name is ‘Dekima Belldandi’.

Shiu risked his life to save Decima, who had been turned into a mechanical device for some reason.
With cool lines like ‘You don’t have to suffer alone anymore’.

After throwing off the eternal bondage, they became lovers who loved each other without two.

In the process, Belldandy lost most of his ability as a ‘manager’.
But it was fine.

Because I love you so much.

With the disappearance of the Witch of Apocalypse, there will be a setback in the succession issue, but it’s something to think about next time.
Now that we have overcome hardships and confirmed each other’s hearts, we are just happy.

On top of that, I saw another possibility that was being screened as if it were overlapping.

“I knew you would come back like this.”
“Are you willing to beg for my wisdom now? It’s already too late.”
“The greatest happiness for me is laughing at your desperate expression.”

On the face of the expressionless Witch of Apocalypse,
On the face of the lovely Decima Verdandi,

Another color expression overlaps.
It is a tone that properly mixes disgust and contempt, ridicule and delight.

The Witch of Apocalypse was enjoying the bliss of subduing Shin Si-woo, who had hated her.
Unless you get down on your knees right away and bow your head in remorse for the past, it will be impossible to receive her cooperation.

“Take your intestines out with your hands. If it’s a spiritual body, you won’t die at that level, so show your determination.”

A cruel and cold voice stuck in my ears.

“Woo-wook… !”

Siwoo quickly withdrew his hand from the thread, feeling nauseated.
Completely different and conflicting emotions hit my brain all at once.

I loved Decima and hated it.
She was a stranger with whom he had no contact at all, and a lover who could sometimes take out his heart.

The emotions that have reached both ends are all overflowing with a sense of reality, and the feelings towards her are tangled up.
Which of them is a meaningful present, and which is a meaningful relationship?

This is how the Witch of Apocalypse perceives the world.
‘Reality’ is not particularly meaningful to beings who are placed on the border of uncertainty during an unfathomable eternity of life.

It was terrifyingly real.

That’s not what you need to see.

Decima’s intentions are transmitted soundlessly as if resounding throughout the universe.

Microscopically free, but macroscopically, the threads of fate drawing a large spiral wind as if they are being guided by a spinning wheel.
What lay in front of Siwoo was at most two thin threads.

I haven’t touched it yet, but I can tell.
That this is a thread connected to the past that was confirmed.

To be honest, I didn’t really want to touch it.
Because it was the feeling of pushing information and emotions that exceed the cognitive range that humans can accept into the brain.

He held his breath and reached out his hand again.

Still, if it’s a confirmed past, it’ll be fine.
You should get as much information as possible from this space.
I had that intuition.

Consciousness sinks to a lower level.

“Yes, mother. As my mother wished.”

A witch wanted to inherit her mother’s legacy.

The realm of creating and destroying all things.
She embraced her legacy and moved forward because she wanted to follow a great feat that could even change the rules of the world.

To stand on the rainbow.
He grinded and polished himself for a long time until it was suffocating.

Following the arrangements left by her mother, she did not hesitate to eat her own people at times, and devoted her long life to gaining greater power.
Also, he did not neglect to maintain order in the world so that witches could prosper.

A very long time has passed.
The world has changed.

After countless trials and errors, she realized.

I couldn’t be like my mother.
At this rate, you can’t reach that level.

In order to transcend humanity, you had to throw off the bridle first.

The witch collected the impurities of my soul and separated them.
The evil chaos that opposes order was cut out and unnecessary elements were removed.

When the body and spirit were torn apart to filter out only the innocence, what was left was sticky filth and dregs.

The witch, who was trying to wipe out the dirt with a fire that would burn forever, withdrew her hand at the sound of a baby crying inside.

Even knowing that it is an unclean existence, even knowing that it is an existence that will cause chaos and confusion, not order.
It is because the intense longing for life was felt in the sound of crying.

After much thought, the witch picked up the baby in her arms.
Seeing the eyes resembling the night sky, he named it Lilith.

The sight changes again without a moment to be immersed in shock.
A vast time difference existed between the two memories.

All efforts were futile.

Even though I tried so hard to maintain order.
Even though I tore the body and the spirit and filtered out the impurities.

The witch was still a failure.

Lilith, who changed her mind and reaped it, became an existence that only wanted destruction and chaos.

I realized that the realm that left only two steps would not be narrowed forever.

All witches are failures.
Defective products whose limits are set so that they cannot stand on the rainbow.

The pessimistic and despairing witch found one possibility.
Very, very slim, but the only chance to hang on.

Keter opened his mouth.

“I will let you heal me. Bring the child.”

And.
Sowed the seeds