EXTRA'S REBIRTH: I WILL CREATE A GOOD ENDING FOR THE HEROINESC66: Interested Goddess
Chapter 66: Interested Goddess
[You have garnered the attention of a Divine Entity,
The line flashed before Azel's eyes, each word laced with a weight that rooted him in place for a fraction of a second.
The Goddess of Light.
Not a spirit, not a nameless astral wisp, but the goddess — the one name every church bell on the continent had rung for, the deity enshrined at the heart of the Holy Church's faith.
She was the light that blessed the world's Saints and Saintesses, the voice in the prayers of millions.
The majority of Starbloom Empire and even other Empires prayed to the goddess, it was the major religion in this world, she was a very powerful goddess and the reason Humans could wield the power of the Divine — Holy Magic.
Saints, Saintesses, Preachers of the book of the goddess, the energies they used was holy energy, it was a light that is said to have once been used to vanquish all evil that lay in the world and bring peace upon it, but now, it was used by the holy for healing and boosts, there were offensive spells but there wasn't much of them.
Holy Magic didn't have a guide, the only limit was your faith and how you used it, and Holy healing was underestimated.
The power to use mana to heal Corruption and restore health as well as mana was overpowered, it was shown in the game that after Rain was killed unjustly... It seemed the goddess had gone into a fury.
The ability to use Holy power was stripped from every earthling that had them and as such prices of potions skyrocketed, the church lost influence and gradually crumbled to dust
So why was she interested in him now... why him?
Well it wasn't like he could complain though.
[Congratulations for completing a Hidden Quest]
[You have gained the attention of a Deity]
[Rewards have been generated...]
[You have received 10,000 Fate Points]
[You have received — Branch of the World Tree]
Azel's fingers twitched at the sheer value of the rewards, but his face betrayed nothing.
Surprise was a weakness in a crowded space.
The questions could wait — the world didn't stop turning just because a god glanced his way.
But seriously a branch of the world tree? It was an item that was very rare but he had to put it at the back of his mind.
Right now, a far more dangerous sight stood before him.
Lillia stepped out from behind the changing curtain, dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into dark shorts, slender suspenders framing her frame.
It was simple — almost plain compared to noble fashion yet it fit her so perfectly it felt deliberate.
She gave a little spin, the hem of her shorts swaying, her pale pink hair catching the light.
"Papa, am I cute?" she asked.
Azel felt the words strike him with more force than any blade.
He fought the urge to reach for her immediately, to pull her into his arms.
There was no denying it — she was devastatingly cute.
From beside him, Hilda's lips curved into a polite smile, but her eyes betrayed warmth.
She understood the feeling, but etiquette demanded restraint.
Even Rain who prided herself on emotional control froze mid-step.
[She's so cute~ I order you to hug her this instant!]
The Goddess said in her usual joyful tone, sometimes Rain didn't understand why such a person was the goddess...
Rain's jaw tensed.
'You don't order me around.'
Yet her feet moved on their own, carrying her straight to the girl.
Without asking, she scooped Lillia up into her arms.
"You're cute," she said plainly, as though it were an objective fact.
Lillia squealed happily, wrapping her arms around Rain's neck.
[Wait — let me get a feel...]
Then, in the space of a blink, Rain's body changed.
Her irises flared a molten gold, and her aura swelled.
It wasn't a mortal's power anymore. It was vast, luminous, ancient — like sunlight at dawn, warm yet blinding.
The change was only noticeable for an instant...
But Azel noticed immediately. His instincts told him he was no longer looking at Rain.
This was something far greater.
The Goddess of Light.
It wasn't like meeting a famed warrior or noble dignitary.
This presence pressed down on his soul while simultaneously lifting it — as if it judged him and approved in the same breath.
The goddess, wearing Rain's face, turned her gaze on him after cuddling with the girl some more.
Her smile was not Rain's.
It was softer, tinged with centuries of knowing, and for a moment, he felt as though she could see straight through him.
"I like you..." she mouthed.
The golden light faded instantly.
Rain's expression returned to its usual calm, and the oppressive aura vanished like mist in sunlight.
She lowered Lillia gently back to the floor.
Oblivious to the shift, Lillia ran straight to Azel. He caught her mid-stride, lifting her into his arms.
"We'll take this one," Azel said to the shopkeeper, "and any others she wants."
Now he understood why noble fathers spent fortunes on their daughters.
It was irresistible.
Hilda inclined her head, masking her amusement behind perfect manners, while already selecting outfits.
Azel approved each suggestion without hesitation.
[He's such an interesting man.]
Rain's inner voice was flat.
'Him? Azel? He's even interesting to you?'
[Who else?] The goddess's tone carried a teasing lilt. [He noticed.]
'Noticed what?' Rain challenged.
[That someone of deity rank was using your body. Even I didn't expect him to detect it so quickly.]
Rain's composure slipped for a heartbeat.
'You can hide your presence, can't you?'
[Of course. But aura is more than presence — it's resonance. The instant I took hold, he sensed the shift. And despite knowing, he did not pry. He was... respectful. Honored to meet me, even UNLIKE A CERTAIN SOMEONE.]
Rain narrowed her eyes slightly.
'You're lying.'
But the Goddess ignored her, Rain imagined she would have a hand to her chin now.
[Should I extend him an invitation?]
She snorted inwardly.
'Didn't you say no mortal was worthy?'
[Well... perhaps I've changed my mind. Our new hero deserves a greeting, doesn't he?]
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Chapter 67: The Lost Heroine
Azel sighed a bit, he was calmer now... they were packing up pairs of new clothes he and Lillia had chosen and even Hilda as well as Rain had pitched in suggestions.
And like the good father he was, with the whole load of money the Emperor gave him before he departed, he bought it and his money wasnt even close to running out.
'Once again, it's very beneficial to be on the good side of an Emperor.' Azel thought, he was satisfied... who else would give out 200 Gold Ares like it was nothing?
Nobody, that's who!
Now all he needed to do was to buy this and go home.
When suddenly he felt someone approaching them... at full speed, they were rapidly closing the distance and it seemed this person's target was him.
Azel turned to the right and saw a woman sprinting toward him, she was a blur... for a moment, Azel wondered if a regular civilian could move like that.
"Elga?!" Rain and Hilda shouted at the same time.
Before Azel could even process the name, the stranger had closed the distance.
She bypassed the little girl standing beside him and, without hesitation, clasped both of his hands in hers.
Azel blinked, startled by the older woman's sudden nearness.
She was perhaps in her mid-forties, her hair streaked with silver but her eyes bright and sharp.
Her grip was warm, her presence... disarmingly forward.
For some reason, his face felt hotter than it should have.
"Sir Azel Thorne," she said with an earnest smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you. Would it be too much of a problem for you to meet my daughter?"
"Elga!" Hilda's scolding voice was sharp now, joined by Rain's equally scandalized tone.
But if the shouts behind them bothered Elga, she gave no sign.
Her gaze stayed locked on Azel like a hawk sizing up prey — or in this case, a prize.
Azel arched a brow. "Your... daughter?"
It wasn't every day someone marched up to him, took his hands, and requested an introduction to their offspring.
On Earth, even his own mother wouldn't have dared walk up to a stranger and make such a request for his sister's sake.
Although there was no reason to do it on Earth but still...
This woman, however, seemed utterly without fear.
It was boldness on a scale he almost admired.
"Yes," Elga replied firmly. "She's beautiful, perfectly suited for marriage. She can cook — every dish from roasted venison to hearty stews, she can clean, mend clothing, and wash them until they're whiter than snow. She can keep a house warm through winter and even split logs herself. A strong back, soft heart, and clever hands."
Azel tilted his head.
This was... quite the sales pitch.
Hell he was very interested in this girl now.
Elga leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially, though not so quietly that Rain and Hilda couldn't hear.
"She knows how to balance a household's budget, can haggle better than half the merchants in this district, and — " she gave him a meaningful look "she is loyal. Utterly. My daughter was raised to stand by her husband through anything."
It wasn't desperation he saw in her eyes, but conviction.
The kind of conviction born of a mother's certainty that her child deserved only the best — and that she'd tackle the world head-on to make it happen.
Azel liked this woman more and more... He really did.
'Gods above... she's trying to pawn her daughter off like prime livestock,' Rain thought, her thoughts aimed at the Goddess.
[Not livestock. She's advocating for her child's future.]
'Yeah, sure. And men just eat that up. Easy woman, easy life, I wouldn't be surprised if he accepted that offer in an instant, he alreasy seems so interested.'
[I don't believe that's why he's interested.]
'What would you know? You've never dated a man in your life.' Rain's mental smirk was practically audible.
The goddess hesitated, Rain was right, she hadn't kissed before and neither had she done the activities Rain and her ex-lover did, so she couldn't say anything about it.
[That is... technically correct.]
'Technically? Ha! You've never even kissed one, have you? Always preaching divine wisdom yet you've got zero field experience.'
[Perhaps. But by the end of today, I might be able to say otherwise.]
'Wait — what are you? You're not going to try dating someone with my body, are you?!'
The goddess didn't answer, she certaintly didn't have that in mind.
Rain sputtered internally before her focus snapped back to the present — because Elga was still going.
"Emilia can even—" Elga stopped mid-sentence when she noticed a sudden change in Azel's expression.
His eyes had widened, not in discomfort or confusion, but in sharp recognition.
"I'd like to meet her," he said without hesitation.
Both Hilda and Rain froze.
'I knew it!' Rain shouted in his mind. 'All men are the same! One pretty promise of an easy life and you're hooked.'
[No. That's not it.]
Elga's relief was almost palpable as she turned, beckoning eagerly. "Emilia! Come here, dear!"
From the far end of the street, a young woman emerged from between two stalls.
Her steps were hesitant, her hands clasped in front of her, but her posture straight enough to hint at some formal upbringing.
Azel's breath caught.
The moment his gaze landed on her, the pieces clicked into place.
Emilia Thorne.
The only child of Steven Thorne — the Sword Saint.
In the game, she had been known as the [Lost Heroine], a title earned not for mystery or drama but because she was literally missing for nearly the entire story, she had been kidnapped by slave traders when she was little and was the whole reason Steven dedicated himself to eradicating slave traders.
She only appeared toward the very end of the game, the memories of her father had recently returned filling her with happiness but her spirit was broken, and her body crippled.
By then, even Steven was on the verge of death.
The two perished together not long after her return in a battle that had felt cruelly rushed and undeserved.
The memory of it left a sour taste in his mouth.
But here she was — she looked extremely beautiful, if she had such a nice and beautiful mother in this life, then how did she become a sword saint for an opposing empire?
"I see..." Azel's voice was quiet as he gently withdrew his hands from Elga's grasp.
His gaze never left Emilia's face.
"She's really beautiful," he said at last.
And then — before anyone could blink he moved.
One instant he was standing beside Hilda's stall; the next, he was in front of Emilia, his presence sudden but not threatening.
Her eyes widened, startled by his speed.
Before she could speak, he pressed something small and cool into her mouth — a pill, his fingers gentle yet firm.
Gasps erupted from Elga and the onlookers.
The change was immediate.
Emilia's pupils dilated, her breath caught, and her hands trembled.
A flood of awareness surged into her gaze, replacing the mild confusion with sharp clarity.
And then... she remembered.
She remembered it all.
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Chapter 68: Let Me Introduce Myself
Azel looked down at his open palm, then back up at the others, whose wide-eyed expressions were frozen between shock and disbelief.
'Great. Now I look like some lunatic stuffing random pills into women's mouths.'
Well he couldn't blame them, even he would assume so if he saw someone stuffing something into a random woman's mouth.
That was not the impression he'd been going for.
In truth, he had been waiting for this encounter for a long time.
Back when he still lived under the same roof as the Sword Saint, he had often wondered what he would do when he met her.
He had considered countless scenarios for restoring her lost memories — rituals, divine blessings, even baiting her into familiar situations.
After all, even the Saintess could not restore broken memories... Divine power couldn't alter one's mind directly, that was one of the limitations of it.
But when the System Store became available, all that careful planning went out the window.
Why sweat over the "how" when you could just... buy a solution?
He'd purchased the memory restoration pill months ago, thinking he might not need it anytime soon but it had been for this moment, in case he ran into her, after all her location wasnt known in the novel even the specific time she left this continent.
Yet here she was — years ahead of schedule, but hey, he wasn't complaining.
Elga stepped forward, her eyes darting between her daughter and the man who had just done the unthinkable.
Her lips trembled, and when she finally spoke, her voice cracked.
"W–What... w–what did you give my daughter?"
The question came out half-stammer, half-accusation, like she was forcing the words past a wall of panic.
Azel let out a slow sigh, his voice calm but firm.
"The pill helped her regain her memories."
The moment the words left his mouth, Elga froze.
She remembered the day she had found Emilia — a lonely girl wandering near the old forest trail, disoriented and trembling.
The girl could only recall her first name, nothing else.
Elga had taken her in without hesitation, raising her as her own for years.
Now... now this stranger claimed to have returned the memories Emilia had once lost.
Was he telling the truth? If so... did this mean her real family had been searching for her all this time?
Guilt swelled inside Elga's chest like a rising tide.
She should have tried harder to find the girl's origins.
She should have —
Her spiral was broken by the sudden warmth enveloping her.
Azel had stepped forward and wrapped her in a firm embrace.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft but carrying a depth that silenced the air around them. "Thank you very much."
Elga blinked, startled. "Why... why are you thanking me?"
But Azel didn't answer her right away.
His eyes softened when he glanced past her to Emilia, who had just blinked herself out of a strange haze.
Emilia looked down at her hands as though seeing them for the first time — no, more like remembering them.
'So... I've regained my past memories,' she thought, strangely calm.
She had been gone for years — her father must have searched endlessly for her yet panic didn't come.
She wasn't a little girl anymore; she knew that dwelling on what she'd lost wouldn't help.
Instead, a single thought pushed to the front of her mind.
'I wonder how Father is doing?'
Her gaze shifted to the man who had brought those memories back.
Azel... The rumors said that he was the son of the sword saint but she knew now... he didn't look anything like her father, so maybe he was one of his students?
Yes it could be that, she couldn't believe that her father had remarried, she would ask him.
But that aside, rumors of him had spread even into Rochel city where they lived.
They said he had mastered the Dragon Saint Style — one of the most grueling sword techniques in existence.
Her father had once warned her about its difficulty, calling it a style "only the insane or the truly gifted" would pursue.
That was what it meant to be Sword Saint and she was the one meant to learn it. Yet she wasn't jealous of him, she could and she would learn it.
If the rumors are true, then he's a very capable man, she mused.
But even as her mind analyzed him, her heart pulled in another direction.
She could feel the ache of longing to see her father again rising in her chest, stronger and stronger, until it was nearly suffocating.
Azel finally pulled away from Elga, though his expression held the same quiet gratitude.
Without a word, he reached down and scooped Lillia into his arms, patting her head until the little girl giggled.
Then he turned to Emilia, his eyes steady.
"So, dear sister," he said with a faint smile that made everyone pause, "shall we go somewhere to talk?"
The words hit the room like a dropped blade.
"Dear... sister?" Elga's mouth fell open.
Hilda blinked rapidly, clearly wondering if she'd heard wrong.
Rain just stared, her suspicion morphing into outright alarm.
[Oho~ Such an interesting scenario]
...
Minutes later, they were seated in the modest living room of Elga's home.
The scent of steeping tea drifted in from the small kitchen, mixing with the faint aroma of herbs that hung in the air.
Rain sat stiffly with Lillia — surprisingly perched comfortably on her lap.
Hilda occupied a chair off to the side, her brows drawn.
Azel lounged casually, though his gaze flicked toward the hallway where Emilia was preparing the tea.
"Sir Azel, do you prefer herbal tea or just regular?" Emilia's voice called from the other room.
"Just regular," Azel replied.
A moment later, she appeared, moving with the same composed grace she'd had before — but now, there was something sharper in her eyes.
She set the teapot down and poured with practiced precision, filling each cup before speaking.
"Well," she began, her tone almost conversational, "I suppose I should introduce myself properly."
She set the last teacup in front of Azel, her lips curving into a small smile.
"I am Emilia Thorne... daughter of the Sword Saint."
The statement landed with the weight of a hammer.
Rain's brows shot up, her mind racing. Hilda's teacup rattled faintly against the saucer in her hands.
Even Elga, who already suspected something, swallowed hard.
[I see. No wonder her aura is like that]
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Chapter 69: Emilia's Tale
The air in the room grew heavier as Emilia finished serving tea and took a seat.
She sat with her back straight, hands folded in her lap, her expression caught between composure and the faint tremor of someone bracing themselves to rip open an old wound.
Because she was... she wanted to be open about what she had experienced, after all these were people she could trust.
She took a deep breath, her eyes sweeping the faces around her.
Hilda was here — a woman she saw as a second mother.
When Elga was absent, Hilda had stepped in without hesitation, caring for her like she was her own.
That warmth, that sense of safety, was something Emilia had quietly leaned on for years and made her see Hilda as someone very thrustworthy.
Elga, of course, was more than just the woman who gave her a roof.
She wasn't Emilia's biological mother — that truth had never been hidden since they looked so different, but she was the one who found her, sheltered her, loved her without asking for a single thing in return.
Emilia loved her, she loved her a lot, like a child loved their mother... Elga had done so much for her without even wanting anything back.
Rain... Rain was complicated.
A woman who used to be like a sister, someone she could laugh with.
But lately? There was something in her demeanor, like a candle that had burned too fast and was now an unfamiliar flame.
She was very different from the calm, composed and sweet Rain she knew... but it seemed like she had gotten into a relationship and it hadn't worked out, since Rain had sat her down to give her an hour lecture of the evils of men.
Still, a sister was a sister in the end.
And then... Azel.
She didn't know what to make of him.
He was the son of the sword saint according to everybody but they didn't look the same, at least according to her memories, but still, she was a bit hurt.
Was he her replacement? Did her father even miss her? Those were the questions that she needed answers to.
She wouldn't know until she asked him herself.
But for now, the man before her needed to hear everything, as well as everyone.
Emilia drew in another slow breath, the air feeling thick in her lungs.
"I was kidnapped when I was six... or maybe seven," she began, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. "I apologize... my memory is still hazy in some places."
Hilda's hands clenched on her lap.
Rain's eyes narrowed slightly.
Elga leaned forward as if every syllable was a lifeline she needed to grab; this was her daughter, she had always been curious about how she ended up in the outskirts of Medari Forest and now she would hear.
"I'd insisted my father take me along," Emilia continued. "We were living in a cottage near Deymoor Town. It was quiet there... peaceful. He said the city was too noisy, but I was curious."
Rain's brows furrowed.
'Despite his fame, the Sword Saint chooses to live in such a place?'
With the amount of money he probably had, he could get a mansion or multiple mansions in the capital.
[It's called preference, It's better leave people guessing than let them know where you sleep, especially as a man that has a lot of enemies]
Rain didn't argue.
She had to admit — it was smart. The Sword Saint was a mystery even to those who revered him.
Emilia turned her gaze to Azel, her curiosity sharp.
"How's the place?"
Azel's lips twitched into a faint smile. "We renovated it a bit. But your room... it's still there. Despite how lazy the old man can be, he cleans it every single day."
Her expression changed — it was just for a fre seconds, but enough for him to notice.
A shadow lifted from her shoulders, replaced by something warmer.
"Has he... let you inside?" she asked.
"Nah, not even once."
Her smile grew faint but steady, and Azel could almost feel her confidence returning.
Sometimes, all it took was one answer to keep a flame alive.
"I got separated from him," she said, her voice softening. "It was my first time in the place. I was having fun... too much fun. I thought, 'Father is strong, so I don't need to protect myself.'"
Her next breath was shaky. "Then something pressed against my face as I rounded an alley. A cloth, maybe. I couldn't breathe. I lost consciousness."
Azel's jaw tightened, but she didn't pause.
"When I woke, I was in chains. Neck, arms, legs. I tried to scream his name, but I couldn't. I tried to use my aura — to call him, to break the chains but nothing worked. The metal resisted aura itself."
Her gaze dimmed. "I stayed there for days. I thought... maybe he'd forgotten me. But the thugs said the Sword Saint was on a rampage above. I waited. I told myself he'd come for me. That he'd rescue me, and everyone else here."
Her lips pressed together. "But he never came. And soon... I was shipped out of Deymoor."
Elga's hands trembled.
Hilda's eyes glistened.
Rain kept her face unreadable, but her grip on Lillia who sat on her lap tightened.
"We had to cross the Hills," Emilia continued, her tone steadier now, as if the memory had grown sharper the more she spoke. "A rocky path to another small town where their smuggling continued. There were about thirty of us in the carriage. Mostly children."
A faint shiver ran through her. "Then a monster attacked. A Dire Wolf, there weren't much capable people guarding the slaves. People screamed, people died. Some of the guards were ripped apart. The rest fought to survive. In the chaos... the chains around my wrists loosened from the crash. I pushed them against the broken wheel until the links gave way."
She looked down at her hands, almost seeing those old bruises again.
"I ran. I didn't stop to think. I didn't even count the days. I didn't sleep — not really. Monsters were out there, and I knew stopping meant dying. I told myself I'd get back to Father. I told myself I'd get revenge."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "I made it to the outskirts of a forest. I thought I was close to home... but I wasn't. I slipped down a ledge, hit my head on a rock. And then... everything went dark. When I woke, I didn't know who I was except for the fact that my name was Emilia."
'And I forgot how to use my aura too?' She thought, her body had subconsciously masked her aura... so she wasn't even aware.
Elga's lips quivered as she listened.
"But I reached the forest," Emilia said with a smile now, her voice warming. "And Mother was there. She helped me. She became my family. She gave me... a home."
Elga's tears finally spilled over.
"Mother," Emilia whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "it doesn't matter if I'm not your blood. I will always be your daughter. You saved me. You took me in. I'm grateful for that every day."
Elga couldn't speak — she simply wept silently, the sound of her trembling breath filling the room.
Then Emilia stood, her steps slow but sure, until she was right in front of Azel.
Her eyes were unwavering.
"Mister... Sir... I don't care what title you go by," she said. "If you can help me get my revenge, I will gladly become your wife."
The air went still.
Rain's head jerked up.
Hilda froze mid-breath.
Even Lillia blinked, sensing the tension in the room.
"Eh?"
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Chapter 70: Old Man
Emilia wasn't joking.
She wished she was, wished that this was just some impulsive bluff, but she wasn't joking at all.
This was her reality — an ugly one.
She needed power.
And her father, as noble and frighteningly skilled as he was, despised killing a lot... for as long as she knew him, even though he did it... he hated it.
He wouldn't take the lives she wanted gone.
So she went for the next best option.
Azel.
The man who, in her mind, carried an aura that was as sharp as the swords he wielded.
He was the type who wouldn't hesitate when it came to striking down enemies.
The type she needed right now.
"If you help me eliminate every single person that's involved in slavery in that town and the place they wanted to transport me to, I'd gladly become your wife," she said, clasping her hands around his with desperate firmness.
Her voice didn't tremble — not outwardly.
Inside, her heartbeat was pounding like a drum in the hands of a war caller.
"Mother has already told you what I can do," she continued, eyes locked onto his. "I can cook, clean... and I'm loyal as well."
One of her hands slipped free and moved up, fingers brushing across the solid muscle of his chest.
She had to bite back the urge to let her blush show.
No, she couldn't look shy right now.
Rain had told her in the one hour lesson that men liked women who knew how to seduce without hesitation.
She was going to use that advice... in her own way.
Not to tease or play, but to secure a deal.
"I can even offer you my body," she whispered, leaning in just enough that her breath brushed against his neck, "after all... we'll be married."
Her voice was barely audible, yet every word was heavy with intent.
She could feel his heartbeat, rapid and strong.
For a fleeting moment, her confidence wavered.
She was beautiful, yes — she knew that.
She had the figure to match, and any man's eyes would linger.
But beauty alone was a fragile currency.
She had nothing else tangible to offer.
She couldn't sell anything that belonged to Elga, her mother in all but blood and she couldn't fight in Azel's league.
And between becoming the wife of a man like him or being enslaved again or even continuing her life as how she had been... she'd choose the former without hesitation.
Then his hands moved.
They rose, firm but careful, and came to rest on her shoulders.
The sudden closeness made her cheeks grow hotter.
Was he about to kiss her?
Here?
Now?!
'Damn men!' Rain screamed in her head, she was watching her friend about to get taken advantage of... but she couldn't do anything.
She couldn't intervene, a Saintess against a Swordman in physical power... it was like asking for a beating.
[ Sigh... your inner rants are getting more annoying by the second, ]
The Goddess's dry voice sounded in her head, the goddess was getting used to this and it was tiring... she would accuse him of being like others and now he would prove her wrong.
Then he said it.
"I refuse."
The words hit Emilia harder than she expected.
He gently pushed her back, but didn't remove his hands entirely from her shoulders.
"W-what?" Her voice cracked as her composure splintered. "Is it because I'm not pretty enough for you?"
"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed.
"Or is it because I don't have a body like Rain's?" she pressed, her voice climbing in pitch.
His lips parted in disbelief.
'This is what you're worried about?'
"No, you're beautiful," Azel said, ignoring her wounded expression.
His tone wasn't flirtatious, just factual. "It's just that... there's nothing to deal with."
The words didn't sink in right away. Then they did — and her eyes widened.
"What?"
"A year ago," Azel began, leaning back slightly with a sigh, "the old man and I decided to work together and clear out the place as training."
He ran a hand through his hair. "We had to wait a week for the king to give us the permit. When we got it, we started with the city. We took down everything we could see. There might still be a few slavers crawling under rocks, but we destroyed every major operation we found."
His gaze sharpened. "We even went down the path you mentioned from your memory. That small settlement that served as their base? We decimated it."
The room was silent except for Emilia's shallow breathing.
Azel reached into his storage ring, his fingers brushing something smooth and cool before pulling it free — an orb, faintly pulsing with a dim light.
"It seems like you forgot who your father is," Azel said, holding it up between them. "If I touched you like that, he would kill me."
Her cheeks cooled instantly, embarrassment replacing the earlier heat.
The tension in the room thinned, and the other women seemed to relax, though Rain still eyed Azel like she might throw a cushion at his head.
Azel rolled the orb in his palm. "We had a communication orb for emergencies. I guess this counts as one."
Pouring his aura into it, the orb's surface shimmered, and a soft hum filled the air.
Slowly, the shimmer expanded outward, projecting a faint holographic image that wavered in the air like smoke.
At first, it was blank. Then his voice cut through the room.
"Old man."
The screen flickered but there was no reply, Azel stared at the blank screen for a bit, his expression gradually changing... it was darkening.
"Old man."
It flickered once again and then the holographic screen revealed a middle aged man sitting under a tree, his hair had traces of white hair in them and he had an apple in hand.
"Oi, Boy... whats the emergency?" He said taking a bite of the apple, he looked so carefree now that Azel wanted to punch him.
He was lazing around like always.
Then Steven's eyes gradually moved across the room, he could see it through the screen and his eyes landed on Emilia.
For a moment time seemed to slow as the apple dropped and the man's eyes widened.
"Emilia?"
And after hearing that, Emilia's racing heart calmed.
'He still remembers me.'
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Chapter 71: Invitation?!
Emilia sucked in a deep breath, her heart thudding against her ribs as if trying to escape.
'Father... he really does remember me.'
She hadn't been certain.
They had been apart for years, she had went through countless changes — she'd grown taller, her features more defined, her eyes holding experiences no child should have endured.
Recognition shouldn't have been instant. And yet, as soon as their eyes met through the flickering hologram, she knew.
That was the thing about the bond between father and daughter — it ignored time.
Just as she could pick his face from a crowd of thousands, he could see past the woman she had become to the little girl he once carried on his shoulders.
For a brief, raw moment, Steven's eyes trembled.
His expression didn't change much, but the slight shake in his gaze was enough to betray him.
The corners of his eyes glistened faintly before he turned his head away and wiped them with the sleeve of his tunic, the motion brisk, almost as if brushing away dust.
But everyone knew it was tears...
When he turned back to Azel, his voice was steady, though not without weight.
"Boy, where are you?"
"Rochel City," Azel replied without hesitation, almost as if he'd already predicted the question.
Steven's answer was immediate. "I'll be there by morning. I'll take a griffin."
He rose from where he had been sitting, the background behind him shifting with movement.
Then his gaze softened just slightly. "...Thank you."
"No problem, old man," Azel replied casually, waving him off. His lips quirked faintly. "Though I have to admit, she's beautiful."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
Azel felt the chill run down his spine before he even registered why.
Through the shimmering light of the communication orb, Steven's eyes locked onto his.
His gaze was piercing. Aura radiated from them like invisible blades, flooding the connection with murderous intent so tangible Azel could almost taste iron in the air.
For a heartbeat, Azel imagined those eyes right in front of him, and he could practically hear the words unsaid: Touch my daughter, and you die.
The intent faded, leaving behind a faint, uncomfortable silence.
Then the hologram flickered once and vanished.
Azel exhaled slowly.
"And that's exactly what would've happened if I'd agreed," he muttered, rolling his shoulders before standing up and stretching.
Emilia sat frozen, the blush still warming her cheeks.
She didn't know what she'd expected after their strange conversation earlier, but she'd hoped — maybe foolishly that it wouldn't end this abruptly.
Her lips parted as he walked past her, the urge to say something, anything rising in her chest.
But her throat tightened.
The words stuck.
So she let him pass without stopping him, watching the broad line of his back grow smaller until he stood in front of Rain.
He bent slightly, lifting Lillia into his arms with practiced ease.
"Thanks," he said, his gaze shifting to Elga. "Thank you for having me, ma'am. Like you heard, I'll be back tomorrow — with the Sword Saint."
Elga's smile deepened, warm and maternal, before she stepped forward and gave him a brief side hug. "You're welcome here anytime."
And with that, Azel left.
...
By the time he reached the inn, the low hum of the city had mellowed into the softer sounds of early evening.
The light was fading, painting the streets in warm amber tones.
Azel let Lillia down once they were finally inside.
His shoulders ached faintly, not only did he have to carry her but he met the Saintess and even another heroine included in the pot.
Once again his bad plot armor was coming in clutch.
All he wanted now was to collapse onto a bed and let the night swallow him whole.
"Master~ Did something happen?"
Medusa's voice came from the doorway, light and melodic but laced with worry.
She hurried toward him, her long, silk-smooth light-violet hair swaying with each step.
Her serpent-like pupils widened slightly as she studied his face.
"Nothing, Meda," Azel replied, reaching out to pat her head.
The moment his hand touched her hair, Medusa's cheeks pinkened faintly, and a soft, almost involuntary sound of contentment slipped from her lips.
He idly threaded his fingers through the smooth strands.
She was cute, and not in a way she seemed fully aware of.
"These are Lillia's new clothes," he said, gesturing toward the bundle in his other hand. "Did you like the ones I got for you?"
"Yes, Master. I'll cherish them forever," she replied, her smile bright and almost shy.
"You're meant to wear them, not keep them in a box," Azel teased, pulling his hand away. "I'd like to see you in one tomorrow, alright?"
"Yes, Master!" she answered instantly, her voice ringing with enthusiasm.
Azel walked past her into the inn's main hall.
It wasn't extravagant, but it was clean and well-kept, with three separate bedrooms on the upper floor.
He took the stairs two at a time, his steps quiet on the wood.
The first door he opened was Edna's.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, her breathing slow and measured.
The faint glow of absorbed mana cores shimmered around her, their essence weaving into her aura.
She didn't move when the door opened, though Azel knew she'd sensed him.
He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, watching her.
She needed to grow stronger — faster.
That was why he'd pressed her to absorb the cores as soon as he returned with Medusa..
A smile tugged at his lips.
"I'll give you a good kiss when you're done," he murmured, his voice low enough not to break her concentration.
Then he left her to it, stepping into his own room.
The bed greeted him like an old friend.
He didn't bother taking off his boots before collapsing face-first onto it, letting the mattress swallow his weight.
"It's been such a tiring day," he muttered into the pillow. "I just... feel like sleeping."
His eyes drifted shut.
Sleep was already reaching for him, soft and insistent, pulling him toward a blissful nothingness —
Until the sound cut through.
[Ding!]
[You have been invited to the 'Plane of Light' by the Goddess of Light.]
[Will you accept? Y/N]
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Chapter 72: Plane Of Light
Azel blinked once.
Then again.
Slowly, he exhaled through his nose.
"The Goddess invited me?" he murmured to himself, half in disbelief, half in weary resignation.
He couldn't believe it, yes he had caught her attention but why would she invite him so directly?
His voice was flat, though there was a faint curl of amusement at the edges.
It wasn't as if this was entirely foreign to him.
He'd never visited a divine plane personally, but in his mind's eye, he could still recall the tidbits of lore from the game — the kind of details only obsessive players bothered memorizing.
After all the creators had bothered themselves to add god lore and he had learned it, it was going to be useful now.
Every god or goddess in this world possessed their own domain — a plane.
A pocket reality tailored to their nature.
The God of Flames ruled the infernal seas of the Plane of Fire, where the air shimmered with heat and the ground bled molten rock.
The Goddess of Water reigned over an endless, sapphire ocean in the Plane of Tides. The God of Lightning had the Plane of Clouds, a realm where thunder roared like drums of war.
And then there was the Goddess of Light.
Her domain, the Plane of Light, was arguably the most powerful in existence — rivaled only by the ancient and enigmatic Plane of Earth, the fortress of the Earth Goddess herself.
And the Plane of the Stars, owned by the moon goddess. Those were the three strongest planes.
The invite meant one thing: he had caught her interest that much that she wanted to see him.
It was not an easy feat, given that divine beings didn't hand out invitations like sweets.
The sheer weight of that fact should have made him nervous.
Instead, he just felt... tired.
The System, however, didn't care for his lack of enthusiasm.
[Accepting this request will lead you to getting more rewards upon returning.]
Azel snorted. "Even the System's trying to bribe me now."
He stared at the prompt for a long moment, weighing his options.
The offer of rewards was tempting, but it was more than that — opportunities like this didn't come twice.
"Alright," he said finally, his lips curling in the faintest smirk. "I accept."
[Your soul is being transported to the Plane of Light.]
[Note: Be respectful.]
Azel chuckled. "Like I was planning to disrespect a—"
He didn't get to finish. His consciousness cut out instantly.
When he opened his eyes, the world was different.
He was sitting on a bed — not the creaky, modest one in his inn room, but a wide, plush mattress that seemed to mold itself perfectly to his body.
The sheets were silky, almost too comfortable, and for a dangerous second, he thought about just lying back and falling asleep here.
The air carried a faint, soothing fragrance like a blend of morning sunlight, fresh blossoms, and something richer, sweeter, impossible to place.
"Welcome to the Plane of Light."
The voice was melodic.
Not in the way a songstress's voice could be melodic, but in a way that felt like the sound itself was woven from beauty.
Azel turned his head toward it — and stopped.
The woman before him was... divine.
And not in the casual sense. She was literally divine.
Her beauty was so utterly flawless that it didn't just outshine every woman he'd seen before — it made them feel like they belonged to an entirely different category.
It wasn't that the women he'd met were ugly; they simply existed in the mortal realm, while this woman's existence was painted in the brushstrokes of the gods.
Her features were perfect without seeming artificial, her skin glowed with a soft, eternal radiance, and her golden hair fell in luminous waves down her shoulders.
She moved with a grace that made the air seem to flow differently around her.
"Are you too entranced by my beauty to speak?" she asked, her lips curving into a playful smile as she poured tea into two porcelain cups.
Her confidence was effortless, unshakable, the kind that came from knowing the entire world bent for you if you willed it.
"Yes," Azel said without hesitation, exhaling as if surrendering to the truth. "Your beauty is truly... entrancing."
The Goddess chuckled, a warm, lilting sound that seemed to hum against his very soul.
She glided closer — no, appeared closer, one moment across the room, the next standing before him with a cup in her hands.
She extended it toward him with both grace and authority.
"I apologize for inviting you here on such short notice," she said, settling herself beside him on the bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Though, I must admit... today must have been tiring for you."
Azel accepted the cup without taking his eyes off her.
"It was," he admitted, before taking a sip.
The moment the liquid touched his tongue, his body reacted.
It wasn't just refreshing — it was revitalizing.
A deep, pure energy coursed through him, not unlike mana, but richer, denser.
His fatigue melted away in an instant.
[You have consumed the Goddess's fluids.]
[You have formed a Magic Core.]
[You have gained the ability to use Holy Magic.]
Azel nearly spat the tea out.
Consumed the what now?!
If this hadn't been happening to his soul, he would've believed the liquid was physically altering him on the spot.
His mind scrambled for an explanation — and none of them were comforting.
What fluids?
Why did it feel like the System was deliberately phrasing this to mess with him?
The Goddess tilted her head slightly, watching his sudden stillness.
"Do you not like the tea? You went silent all of a sudden."
"The tea?" Azel quickly masked his expression, taking another deliberate sip.
The energy flowing into his newly formed core intensified, filling it to the brim with holy magic.
"The tea is delicious... but it tastes very different from what I'm used to. Is there an... added ingredient?"
Her lips curved into the faintest smile, one that carried no guilt — only amusement.
She raised a slender hand to her lips.
"The ingredients I use here are magic-rich," she said, her tone serene. "Different from those of the mortal realm. Besides... the Plane of Light is ancient. Here, there are no complications in granting you new abilities. Consider it... a gift from me."
Azel hid a sigh.
She completely dodged the fact that she used her own fluids.
Still, he wasn't about to refuse.
Whatever was in this tea, it was powerful, and refusing it now would be worse than foolish.
He drained the cup with a satisfied smile.
[A/N: 😂Yes me and you want this tea]
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Chapter 73: The Goddess's Question
As Azel sat back, the delicate porcelain cup warm in his hands as he drank from the liquid for the sake of power.
Sitting right next to him, the Goddess of Light maintained a perfect composure that was expected of her position as a higher entity — or at least she tried to.
She was trying really hard to.
Her serene smile and dignified posture might have fooled most men, but inside, she was blushing furiously.
MHe's actually drinking it,m she thought, the corners of her lips twitching ever so slightly.
She wasnt even supposed to be thinking this way about a regular human, she was a goddess after all, not just any goddess too, the goddess of light.
A goddess revered by the world, there were statues of her, and people respected her fit wss truly special and compared to that he was just a youngster known as the prodigy by the Empire.
But that aside...
She hadn't expected him to down the first cup so quickly.
In truth, she'd been debating for hours whether to invite him at all.
Swordsmen like Azel — capable of wielding both aura and mana were almost unheard of in this age.
The pathways in the body weren't meant to handle both energies at once; they twisted and clashed, often destroying the user from within.
Especially with the magic circle method, The Goddess was been watching when it had been created and made official, it wasn't bad per se but with that they managed to completely make sure people using aura would stick with it and the others using magic would stick with it.
The only way to bypass that risk was by consuming the Eternal Herb — an artifact so rare it existed more in legend than in reality.
But since finding one was close to impossible... she had resorted to the next best thing.
Her saliva.
She resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands.
'Get your head out of the gutter. You're a goddess, not some lovestruck mortal.'
She took a slow sip from her own cup — tea without any "special" additions and willed herself to stay calm.
But just as her composure returned, Azel finished his tea with a satisfied sigh.
"Do you have any more?" he asked casually.
Her mind short-circuited. "M... more tea?"
"Yes," he said with an appreciative smile. "It's incredible. I can feel my magic stirring thanks to it. But if you don't have more, that's fine too—"
"No, no, no!" she blurted, snatching the cup from his hands before he could finish. "I'll get you another round right away!"
And in a flash of golden light, she vanished.
Azel leaned back, letting out a quiet sigh. "The things we do for power..."
'System, he thought, what exactly is a mana core?'
He knew the basis of it, after all from the name alone; one would know that a mana core was a core for mana but the thing is, there was no mention of a mana core through the whole of the power system so he was confused.
[There are two ways to use magic in this world:
The first is by forming mana circles around the heart. These circles store pure mana in a concentrated form and serve as a measure of magical rank. They allow for faster mana draw, but the mana is slightly less stable.
The second is through a mana core.
This was how the magic swordsmen of old combined swordsmanship and magic.
To form a magic core, an immense amount of mana must be in your body without obstruction and solidify enough to create a shell that will serve as your core, you can fill it with mana and it's harder to destroy than a magic circle.
A mana core's draw speed is slower than that of circles, but the mana is denser, purer, and less prone to breaking under stress. To rank up, a core sheds its impurities and grows smaller, increasing mana purity.
Your current mana core is Rank 1, equivalent to a mage with a single circle.]
Azel rubbed his chin.
In the game, Reinhardt had forced his body to handle both aura and mana circles — a dangerous gamble that could've killed him.
He survived it because he was The Protagonist, regular plot armor activities
Yet here he was, bypassing the entire risk without breaking a sweat.
'Weird... but I'm not complaining.'
The Goddess returned, carrying a pot of tea glowing faintly with light.
She conjured a low table beside him and set it down with delicate grace.
"I didn't think you'd enjoy it so much," she said, pouring the shimmering liquid into his cup.
[Note: Higher concentration of Goddess fluid detected.]
'Good,' Azel thought as he drank deeply.
He just forced himself to think away from what kind of fluid she was using... He needed it for power!
Power!!!
His mana core pulsed with renewed energy, each swallow saturating it further.
The tea wasn't just delicious — it was addictive in the way only raw, tangible power could be.
The Goddess tilted her head slightly, watching him drain another cup.
'Does he really want magic that badly?' she wondered.
He wasn't swooning over her divine beauty or fumbling through conversation — he was laser-focused on the tea.
She drew in a slow breath.
'Alright. Time to ask him.'
"I know you've been wondering why I summoned you," she began, her voice a melody that carried a hint of nervousness. "So I'll keep it short."
Azel set down his cup, the faint steam curling between them. "Go on."
The Goddess met his gaze with eyes like molten gold, the kind that could swallow a man whole.
"What would you think," she asked softly, "about being my lover?"
The words hung in the air like a spell.
For a heartbeat, the Plane of Light seemed utterly silent, as though the very world leaned in to hear his answer.
Azel blinked. "What?"
"I didn't stutter," she said, her usual serene mask cracking into an expression of genuine concern. "What would you feel about being the lover of a beautiful goddess like me?"
He stared at her. She stared back.
And in the quiet that followed, one thought ran through Azel's mind...
'What is it with these women and their stressful questions?'
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Chapter 74: Goddess's Lover
He couldn't catch a break, first it had been Emilia and now... the literal goddess of light?
"Your lover?" His voice was measured, almost cautious, though he could feel the tightness in his chest.
"Yes," the goddess replied without hesitation. Her tone was calm, yet her body betrayed her.
She drew herself closer, her golden hair spilling like radiant silk over her shoulders, her divine glow softening the edges of the room. "You're planning to save the world, are you not?"
Azel's gaze sharpened.
His hand, now holding the warm porcelain teacup, froze halfway to his lips.
"How did you...?" The question left his mouth before he could stop himself.
His eyes flicked to hers, surprise flashing through them.
But the goddess only smiled, serene, unfazed by his disbelief.
"I don't exactly know why you want to help," she said softly. "But we have somewhat the same goals."
She paused, setting her own untouched cup aside, her golden irises deepening with seriousness. "I have foreseen a future, Azel. A future in which my saintess dies, a future in which the world is consumed by darkness, a future in which the calamity strikes and destroys... Millions lose their lives, their families, their homes. The never-ending war reduces everything to ash."
Her voice broke the stillness of the Plane of Light, and Azel felt the weight of her words settle like a stone in his stomach.
That was the future of this world... Death.
She breathed in deeply, then exhaled. "The calamities are upon us. And for our hero to prevail, you will need all the help you can get."
Azel tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint line.
"...Yes. But I'm not the chosen hero." His tone was flat, resigned.
No matter how much he wanted to refute it, deep down he knew the truth.
It was Reinhardt who had been chosen by the plot, not him.
"There is no chosen hero," the goddess shot back, her voice firm as if she had been waiting for that very answer.
Her radiant form leaned closer, her eyes glowing with conviction. "Especially not such a man as the one Rain describes."
Azel's brows furrowed.
'Rain? What had she said about Reinhardt?' He almost asked, but something told him it wasn't in his best interest to pry.
Instead, he sat silently, weighing her words.
The goddess did not allow the silence to stretch long.
She reached forward, her fingertips tracing the rim of his teacup before meeting his gaze.
"As the lover of a goddess such as me, you'll have total control over Holy magic." Her voice softened, persuasive yet dangerously alluring. "You developed a magic core easily, didn't you? You'll gain more resources like that. Greater strength. Greater power. Isn't it intriguing?"
Azel leaned back slightly, his lips pressing together.
He would be lying if he said it wasn't tempting.
He already knew the advantages — after all, the ability to use Holy magic alone freed him from relying on Saintess Rain for healing.
That alone was an unimaginable boon for someone walking his path.
His mind weighed the options, practicality grinding against hesitation.
Across from him, the goddess's outward composure belied the storm raging within.
Inwardly, she was in turmoil, her heart hammering louder with every second.
She had to act.
She had to claim him before the others did. Because once they discovered him, she had no doubt they would move without hesitation.
The Goddess of the Moon especially.
A perverted woman without shame, who would no doubt pin him down right here and now without bothering with pleasantries.
Compared to her, the Goddess of Light was almost... gentle.
Her hands trembled slightly, but she steadied herself.
She was divine. She had lived for eons. And yet here she was, flustered before a mortal.
Azel's eyes locked with hers.
"If the goddess allows it," he said at last, his tone carrying both reluctance and resolve, "then I'll become her lover."
Her lips parted, her composure cracking for just a heartbeat as her face softened with warmth.
A smile spread across her divine features — serene, beautiful, and almost human.
"I see," the goddess whispered.
Her hand reached forward, delicate yet quivering, as she took hold of his chin.
The warmth of her fingers pressed lightly against his skin.
For a goddess, she was trembling far more than he expected.
"This is your role now," she said, her golden eyes flashing with something sharper than light — something closer to obsession. "Your job is to act as my lover. Give me all the love and affection you have until the day you pass away. Then, when you leave your human body, come and join me here."
Her words were like honey, yet the undercurrent in her tone was unmistakable — her voice held possessiveness, he would be a fool if he couldn't hear it.
She had a look Azel had seen before.
Naelia.
Medusa.
Edna.
That obsessive glint, as if the world narrowed to only him.
"I'll make sure to drain everything out of you," she whispered, her smile deepening, "so you can't look at any more women."
Before Azel could respond, her lips pressed against his.
The kiss was warm, soft at first — then overwhelming.
A relieving sensation washed over him, divine energy pouring from her into his body, filling him with power.
Her wide chest pressed against him as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper into her embrace.
The world around him blurred.
[You are absorbing an immense amount of magical energy]
[Congratulations! Your Mana Core has advanced to Rank 3]
Azel's thoughts scattered.
His arms moved instinctively, wrapping around her waist, pulling her slender yet curvaceous frame onto his lap.
The kiss deepened, his body responding to the flood of energy even as his mind struggled to catch up.
The goddess's lips were addictive, her taste sweeter than any nectar, the divine warmth sinking into him with every second.
Energy surged, coursing through his veins like molten gold.
Finally, she pulled back, her breathing faintly unsteady.
Her finger rested beneath his chin, lifting his face to meet her glowing gaze.
"Did you really enjoy it that much?" she teased, her tone half-playful, half-possessive.
Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Look at your satisfied face."
Azel opened his mouth to respond — but before a word could escape, light swallowed him.
His body vanished from the Plane of Light.
The goddess blinked, her hands falling limply onto the bed as silence reclaimed the chamber.
For a long moment she sat there, stunned, her divine poise shattering in the privacy of her own plane.
She couldn't hold it back... she didn't want a mortal to see her blush.
Then her cheeks flared crimson.
"I-I just kissed someone," she whispered, her voice small, almost girlish despite her centuries of existence.
She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat race.
The Goddess of Light, radiant and eternal, blushing like a maiden in love.
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Chapter 75: Rest
Azel blinked, his breathing steady as he realized he was back in the same position he had been before he accepted the visit to the Plane of Light.
The creak of the inn's wooden beams overhead grounded him to reality.
He lay sprawled across the bed, one arm hanging off the side as though the meeting with the goddess had been nothing more than a dream.
Yet the tingle on his lips betrayed the truth, he could feel the energy even now...
"Seems like she sent me out," he muttered under his breath.
His voice was calm, but when he raised a hand to touch his lips, he felt the lingering warmth there — the afterglow of the goddess's kiss.
It was like she had marked his soul with it...
Even though it hadn't been his physical body that kissed her, he could feel the energy woven into his very being.
A strange sensation, like molten silver, coursed through his veins, lodging itself deep within him.
It was divine power.
[Your mana core has been blessed by the Goddess.]
[Your mana core has reached Rank 4.]
[You have been marked by the Goddess of Light. With this marking, you may enter the Plane of Light and exit whenever you desire.]
[You have gained Unique Title: Lover of the Goddess.]
The translucent blue windows faded before his eyes.
Azel dismissed them with a flick of his will and drew in a long, calming breath.
Mana hummed inside him, alive and warm, filling him like the steady rhythm of a heartbeat.
Every person who arrived in a new world carried a quiet wish: to wield magic.
It was the dream of all adventurers, the foundation of countless legends.
And Azel had been no different.
Before dedicating himself entirely to the sword, he too had yearned for the mysteries of arcane power.
But in this world, the laws were cruel.
One had to choose — Aura or Magic. To walk both paths was to invite death.
Unless, of course, one had guidance from a certain heroine and her grandmother.
That had been his plan, his safety net for later, after meeting Rain in Rochel.
Yet the goddess had broken those shackles for him.
She had given him what no ordinary swordsman could dream of possessing — a mana core that not even Reinhardt had gotten the privilege to have.
Despite how the System explained it, these were far far better than mana circles, as much as he wanted to do it for Edna, he didn't even know the procedure but what he did know was that if she tried to destroy or disperse those circles, she could die.
But still...
'What use is magic without spells?' he thought, tilting his head back against the pillow.
His lips quirked faintly. 'I'll need to learn. Even if I'm no prodigy.'
His mind wandered as his body was groggy, he wanted to check on the Branch of the world tree but his laziness pullled through, he would check it out tomorrow.
He was so immersed in thought that he failed to notice the faint click of the door.
Edna entered the room softly, dressed in a loose robe that trailed just above her feet.
Candlelight from the hallway brushed her silver hair with a pale glow, making her seem otherworldly for a heartbeat.
She paused at the threshold, her keen eyes observing her lover.
Azel lay stretched across the bed, brows furrowed slightly as if carrying the weight of another world in his thoughts.
His eyes were on the ceiling, distant and contemplative.
She knew that look well — he was plotting something, worrying about the future again.
But did she care about those thoughts right now? Not in the slightest.
What she cared about was warmth.
His warmth.
They had spent days in the carriage, always surrounded by others, unable to steal more than brief moments together.
And now, at last, here in the inn's quiet solitude, Edna wanted what she had missed — the comfort of his arms, the heat of his body against hers.
Without a word, she crossed the room. Her steps were soundless, the faint swish of her robe the only noise that echoed in the room but even then, Azel didn't notice.
She slipped onto the bed beside him, graceful and deliberate.
Azel barely reacted until he felt the weight of her head resting gently on his chest.
"Edna?" His voice carried a hint of surprise.
She didn't answer right away.
Instead, she nestled closer, her silver hair spilling across him like liquid moonlight.
Her arms wrapped around him, her slender body pressing along his side until she found the perfect fit against him.
She sighed softly, as if finally content.
"Darling, you're cold," she murmured at last. Her voice was soft, melodic, threaded with affection.
Azel blinked, suddenly aware of how cold his body felt despite the lingering divine energy within him.
'I mean it's supposed to be, after all I was probably dead for minutes,' Azel realized... maybe he could take his physical body into the plane.
She shifted slightly, moving her body higher, pressing herself more firmly against him until his head rested against her chest.
It wasn't overly large, not like some of the exaggerated figures Azel had seen among many women, but it was perfect for her.
It was warm, steady, and just the right fit for him.
And in that moment, it was more relaxing than any divine blessing.
"Are you feeling better now?" she asked, her fingers threading slowly through his hair.
The movement was unhurried, tender, each stroke a silent comfort.
She knew he was going through things that he didn't want to say, but one day he would tell her everything... and she would listen.
She wasn't even surprised that she could feel magic coming from him now, he was the only person that could pull off such a miracle only heard of in legends like this so she didn't even bother to ask.
Heat spread across Azel's cheeks.
His eyes softened as they traced her features.
The faint light revealed her natural beauty — slender lines, silver hair framing her face, eyes glowing faintly with affection.
And her figure... somehow, it seemed fuller, more radiant than before.
'She probably broke through.'
He swallowed lightly.
"Yeah. I am." Then, almost shyly, he added, "By the way, you smell nice."
Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Thank you. There were a lot of impurities, so I had to take a big scrub."
Her hand continued stroking his hair, soothing him further.
"I broke into second circle," she added, her tone carrying a hint of wonder, "and it's already halfway full."
She still couldn't quite believe it herself.
Was this how simple it was to be a mage? No — she knew it wasn't.
She knew how much of it was thanks to Azel, how much easier he had made her life.
Her path, once riddled with difficulty, had been smoothed because he walked beside her.
And despite all the times she complained or teased, she cherished it.
Cherished him.
Her body shifted slightly.
She leaned down, her silver hair cascading forward, framing both their faces as she gazed into his eyes.
Her expression softened, and in that quiet moment, she looked almost fragile.
"I'll love you from now till the end of time," she whispered.
Her lips found his in a kiss that lingered, carrying with it all the affection she could not put into words.
It wasn't fiery like the ones they usually bad nor desperate like a stolen embrace.
It was warm.
And full of the love she harbored.
When at last she pulled back, her eyes shimmered faintly. "Now it's time for you to sleep," she said softly.
Azel wanted to argue, wanted to cling to the warmth, but his body betrayed him.
The soothing strokes of her hand, the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the lingering taste of her lips — it all lulled him into a haze.
His eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowed, and before long, he found himself drifting.
Wrapped in Edna's embrace, he surrendered to the quiet night and slept off.
"One day... You'll tell me everything and until then I'll be your first lover and wife," She said as she laid down next to him, pressing his face deeper into her bosom.
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EXTRA'S REBIRTH: I WILL CREATE A GOOD ENDING FOR THE HEROINESC76: Reunited
Chapter 76: Reunited
The first rays of dawn crept through the thin curtains, painting the modest inn room in a soft golden hue.
Azel's eyes fluttered open before the sun had fully risen.
For a moment, he remained still, listening to the faint sound of birds outside, the distant murmur of wagons being loaded in the streets below.
His body felt warm, comfortable — too comfortable.
When he turned his head, he understood why.
Edna was wrapped around him like a living blanket.
Her silver hair spilled across the pillow and over his chest, her cheek pressed against him with an expression of pure serenity.
One arm clung to his torso, while her leg draped possessively across his lower body.
The warmth of her body enveloped him entirely, their limbs tangled as if she feared letting him go even in sleep.
Her lips parted slightly with each gentle breath, and now and then, she made a soft noise — half sigh, half mumble that melted away the sharp edge of morning silence.
Azel's heart softened at the sight.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to disturb her.
"She looks so cute," he whispered, it was making his heart warm.
With practiced patience, he shifted his body, wriggling out from beneath her grip.
Edna clutched at him even in her sleep, frowning faintly, but when he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, her expression eased.
She smiled faintly in her dreams, murmuring something incoherent.
Azel lingered just a moment longer, drinking in her peaceful face, before standing.
"Rest well," he said softly.
He washed up, the cold water shocking away the last remnants of sleep, and changed into fresh clothes.
A yawn escaped his lips as he strapped on his belt and boots.
His thoughts were already running ahead of him.
'I need to prepare. The old man is coming today after all.'
He was coming to see Emilia, and Azel liked it like that, for them to reunite early was also good, it was better than both father and daughter dying together.
As Azel opened the door and stepped into the hall, a familiar voice rang out.
"Good morning, Master~ Did you sleep well?"
Medusa was there, standing outside of the door casually if she had been waiting the entire time.
The playful lilt in her voice gave away her amusement.
Her presence, sudden as it was, didn't surprise Azel anymore.
That was just how she operated — appearing without warning, smiling as though she owned the moment.
"Yes, Meda," Azel replied evenly, though his eyes lingered on her with faint appreciation.
She wasn't wearing her maid attire today.
Instead, she had chosen one of the dresses he bought, a blue dress he had bought her yesterday.
It was short, ending just above her knees, and the soft fabric clung delicately to her curves.
The simple design didn't diminish her presence; rather, it emphasized it.
Her beauty was sharp, serpentine, impossible to ignore as always.
"You're looking beautiful this morning," he added.
Medusa's eyes lit up, her lips curling into a delighted smile. "I tried my best to dress well for you, Master~"
That was another thing Azel had quickly learned about Meda — she did not hide her interest.
She didn't bother with restraint or modest distance.
Everything about her, from the way she looked at him to the way she spoke, was unabashed.
Azel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Her eyes widened briefly at the gesture before her cheeks colored faintly, betraying her composure.
She touched the spot with a finger, her lips curling into a mischievous grin.
"I'll have to go out today and handle something," Azel said, his tone firm but not cold. "When I come back, we can go have fun in town."
The communication orb weighed lightly in his pocket.
He knew once it began to glow, it meant Steven had arrived.
He needed to be ready.
Medusa tilted her head, the flush still warm on her cheeks.
"Okay, Master~ I'll look forward to it."
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him.
The fragrance of flowers clung to her, fresh and alluring.
Azel exhaled softly, resting a hand on her head and patting it as she pressed into him.
"Take care of Lillia," he murmured.
Reluctantly, she released him, though her sly smile never faded.
"Of course, Master. Leave everything to me."
With that, Azel made his way outside.
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh bread from nearby bakeries and the faint tang of smoke from chimneys.
He pulled the communication orb from his pocket as it began to glow.
"Boy."
Steven's voice carried immediately, resonant and commanding.
A faint hologram shimmered above the orb, the figure of the Sword Saint surrounded by clouds.
"I'm up above you," Steven said.
Azel squinted at the image and then at the sky itself.
"How the hell can you see that far?" he muttered.
Then he shook his head.
Of course he could.
He was the Sword Saint.
Deactivating the orb, Azel frowned slightly.
His magic.
He had totally forgotten about it last night.
If Steven could sense it, questions might arise.
'System. Is there any way to conceal my magic?'
[Concealment feature has been activated. Your magic will now be concealed, although higher entities can still see.]
Azel's lips curved faintly. 'Sometimes you're very perfect.'
He looked skyward.
The griffin was already descending, its great wings blotting out the sun momentarily.
The beast landed heavily on the cobblestones, talons scraping against stone as it folded its massive wings.
Upon its back sat Steven, who dismounted with practiced ease.
He gave the griffin a few swift instructions, and with a powerful beat of wings, it soared back into the sky, shrinking into the horizon.
Then Steven turned, his expression hard. "Take me to my daughter."
'He won't even say a Hi?'
...
The atmosphere inside the residence was heavy.
Emilia sat on a chair in the living room, her fingers twined tightly together.
Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed the nerves she held deep inside.
Today was the day.
The day her father would come for her.
Rain sat nearby, silent and watchful.
Hilda and Elga were there as well, each occupied with their own thoughts, yet united in the same anticipation.
The room felt hushed, every sound amplified — the ticking of the small clock on the wall, the faint creak of furniture, the muted rustle of clothing.
They trusted Azel.
None of them doubted him.
But trust didn't lessen the tension.
They were expecting the sword saint, in such a modest place.
The door creaked.
Every head turned as it opened.
At first, only Azel's figure was visible — but then, a blur of movement slipped past him.
A presence so fast even Rain's sharp eyes could barely keep up surged across the room.
In the blink of an eye, a figure knelt before Emilia and pulled her into an embrace.
The Sword Saint.
Steven's arms locked around his daughter with desperate strength, his entire frame trembling.
Tears welled in his eyes, falling freely down his weathered cheeks.
For all his reputation, for all the power that shook nations, at this moment he was not the Sword Saint.
He was simply a father.
"Emilia," he whispered hoarsely.
"Father," she replied, her voice breaking as her arms closed around him in return.
They hugged...
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EXTRA'S REBIRTH: I WILL CREATE A GOOD ENDING FOR THE HEROINESC77: The Bet
Chapter 77: The Bet
The embrace between father and daughter felt endless.
Richard's massive arms refused to let go, and Emilia's smaller frame clung with equal desperation.
They held onto one another as if they feared the moment they parted, the other would vanish again like smoke.
It was so intense, so raw, that anyone who walked into the room might have mistaken them for star-crossed lovers reunited after years apart, not a father and his daughter.
Azel, watching from the side, simply thought,
'Which is fine. Better this than those depressing half-dead reunions.'
The thought brought back memories he didn't care to dwell on — bodies broken, blood everywhere, two people crawling into each other's arms just to die together.
That imagery had always left a bad taste in his mouth.
The game was truly sad.
Compared to that, this — this desperate, loving reunion was tolerable.
He stepped farther into the room, his eyes naturally drifting to the others.
Elga and Hilda sat stiffly on the couch, but their eyes were glassy.
Rain of all people was wiping at the corner of her eyes as if to erase any evidence of emotion.
But then Rain's gaze found him.
Her tear-smeared lashes narrowed, and suddenly Azel felt her stare wasn't just at him, but through him.
He blinked.
Her expression sharpened, cautious yet curious.
And then the feeling hit him — like fingers prodding against his core, searching.
'She's... sensing me?' Azel frowned internally.
There was no mistaking it.
She was probing.
And though his [Concealment] feature was working perfectly, her persistence was more annoying than threatening.
'Well the system did say that it would be visible to higher creatures, perhaps Regressors are amongst them?'
Rain, meanwhile, felt her heart pound harder.
She had sensed the shift the moment he walked in.
Something about Azel's energy was different. His aura was the same but it was mixed with something that she hadn't sensed before, and she wanted to find out.
But the energy was hidden, almost as if it was cloaked within a barrier that she had no way of opening.
In her last life, she had encountered many enemies who used similar techniques, cloaking their powers to ambush her later.
She'd grown accustomed to dismantling such barriers. But this one —
It didn't budge.
[Oh... I didn't think he would hide it,] the goddess chimed cheerfully in her head.
Rain stiffened.
'Hide what?'
[Why don't you check?]
Her golden eyes glimmered faintly as she funneled holy energy into them, strengthening her vision.
She pushed her senses against the barrier cloaking Azel's energy.
Again and again.
Each attempt ended in futility, as though she were clawing at a fortress wall.
Even if she tried to wound the barricade, it didn't even budge.
At first she thought it was similar to the ones her enemies and other professional mages used but right now? She had never seen anything like this.
'It's never been this hard before,' she thought, her teeth catching her lip.
[Ooh, are you having trouble? Do you need my help?] the goddess teased, her voice dripping with mockery.
'NO!' Rain snapped, silencing her.
Her pride wouldn't let her lean on the goddess so easily.
She shoved more power into her eyes until her temples throbbed.
Sparks of gold danced across her vision, but the barrier held firm.
It didn't even crack.
Finally, frustrated, she whispered inwardly.
'Alright, your turn...'
[I don't wanna~]
Rain almost cursed aloud.
Why was the goddess acting so cheeky today of all days?
Something about her tone seemed... celebratory.
'Please,' Rain finally begged, her pride folding under the weight of her curiosity.
In that instant, the goddess took control.
Rain's eyes flared with divine light, and her perception cut through the barrier as if it were paper.
She saw everything.
And her heart dropped.
'What the absolute FUCK?! You marked my hero?!' she screamed inwardly.
The goddess withdrew control instantly, laughing in her head like a mischievous child who had just stolen a cookie.
[Oops~]
Rain's hand twitched at her side. Her chest heaved with disbelief.
She could still see the aura of divine light clinging to Azel's aura — the unmistakable mark of ownership.
She had branded him, it was obvious to anyone who could see the magic... He was the lover or rather the cherished one of the goddess.
Meanwhile, Azel shivered.
A cold chill slithered up his spine.
He turned his head just in time to see Rain glaring at him with the intensity of someone who looked about two seconds away from stabbing him.
'What the hell did I do?' he thought, bewildered.
Thankfully, Emilia broke the tension.
She finally loosened her arms from her father, though her eyes still glistened with tears.
Richard normally so composed, so invincible looked utterly undone, his hands trembling as if he couldn't believe she was real.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" His voice was ragged, desperate.
It was the first time Azel had ever seen the Sword Saint look human.
He was usually a mountain of lazy confidence, an overpowered man who treated life like a nap.
But right now, he looked like nothing more than a father, terrified for his daughter.
"I'm good, Father." Emilia sniffled, her lips trembling into a smile. "I missed you so much."
Her gaze drifted past him — toward Azel.
Azel blinked, then raised a brow as their eyes met.
She bit her lip, then spoke firmly, "It's all thanks to Azel that I regained my memories again, Father. So..."
Before Azel could react, Richard turned and engulfed him in a crushing hug.
"Oi — old man!" Azel sputtered, his arms stiffening. "I'm not gay!"
But despite his words, his arms moved almost on their own, returning the embrace.
The two men clapped each other's backs once, twice, before separating.
Richard's eyes were still wet, but his usual grin had returned faintly.
Azel smirked.
His lips curled upward, a glint of mischief sparking in his eyes. "I won the bet."
The entire room froze.
Rain blinked.
Hilda's brows arched.
Elga tilted her head in confusion.
'What bet?'
Richard groaned audibly, rubbing a hand down his face. "Of course you'd bring that up now."
"What bet?" Emilia asked sharply, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Richard didn't answer with words.
Instead, he sighed, reached into his spatial ring, and pulled out a massive leather pouch.
It hit the floor with a thud that made the wooden boards creak.
Gold coins spilled from its mouth, shimmering under the lantern light.
Everyone's jaws dropped.
Azel's grin widened as he casually scooped the pouch into his own storage ring.
"Nice doing business with you, old man. Just what I needed."
Richard scowled. "You're insufferable."
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