" Now you are looking perfect my lady."
After saying that she laughed.
I asked the lady for her name, but she only smiled in response.
How rude.
She already knew my name, yet I knew nothing about hers.
She continued walking beside me, carefully guiding me toward the Divine Court of Ice.
Angels and saints sat at a distance from the divine throne, arranged in perfect symmetry. I could have observed everything through my system window, but I deactivated it beforehand.
Some divinities possessed authority over detection.
Even though I had read in most volumes of the novel that aside from absolute entities no one could detect the system, there was no reason to take such a risk when it offered me no immediate benefit.
Still, my thoughts lingered on the woman walking beside me.
She felt important.
The author must have described her somewhere.
Yet no matter how hard I searched my memory, I could only recall her face never her name.
Suddenly, someone approached us and announced,
"General Noxelle and Lady Yuria, please proceed. Our lord awaits you."
I froze.
"General Noxelle?" I asked cautiously.
"Are you, by any chance, the daughter of the great angel Glacius the Archduke of the Northern Plains?"
She laughed brightly.
"Haha, as expected you know me. After all, I am the strongest angelic warrior of this empire."
For a moment, I was surprised by how they knew my name until I remembered. I had told it to the lady back at Slumber Pit Village. Noxelle must have confirmed whether I was truthful.
But my greater shock came from her identity.
Among gods, rank was determined by influence, divinity, power, and how deeply one affected the laws of the world.
The same applied to angels.
Raka Frozenlight might possess the greatest divinity as the Angel of Frost, but in raw power and influence, the strongest angel of the new generation was Noxelle.
While my thoughts wandered between heaven and hell, we passed through the enormous Frost Gate.
Beyond it lay the Divine Court of the Ice God 'the Court of Stillness'.
It was vast beyond comprehension.
Angels sat on both sides of the long pathway, leading to a colossal throne that seemed to merge with the palace itself.
Seated upon it motionless and silent was none other than the God of Ice, ruler of the Moon Empire, and the regressor who had returned more than a hundred times.
North Frozenlight.
As the story described, a curse bound him one that prevented him from fully remembering his past regressions. Instead, fragments returned as nightmares, piece by piece.
"Here is the survivor of the Slumber Pit Village incident Lady Yuria, my lord."
We approached the throne.
Lady Noxelle bowed and introduced me. I followed her lead and bowed as well.
"My apologise for taking your resting time ," North said.
"And take a seat, This will be a long conversation."
His voice was low, calm and overwhelmingly heavy.
At his words, two chairs materialized from divine light. Lady Noxelle sat down immediately, and I followed.
"Archangel Lunark," North commanded,
"Bring the Holy Priest and the Primordial Detector."
An elderly angel rose from a seat some distance away.
He wore white robes, had dark eyes, and gentle features that carried the weight of eternity.
"As you command, my eternal lord."
He bowed deeply and departed.
Everything unfolded exactly as the novel described.
Nothing was out of place.
Then another figure stood and produced a stack of documents.
I recognized him instantly.
Nicolas Silversnow!
an angel of the Silversnow family, renowned for intelligence and information management.
"My eternal lord," Nicolas said, kneeling,
"May I begin the report?"
"You may begin, Nicolas."
With permission granted, he spoke.
"Lady Yuria , Born in Slumber Pit Village.
Mother Rowena, Father Mark."
"Current age: eighteen.
Friends: Lora, Dina, Hana, Mila, Yara, Silas, Caleb, Julian, Alen, Tobias, and Ronan."
"Studied to become a divine priestess before falling ill and entering a three-year slumber."
Each word unraveled a past I barely remembered.
"Her father died while hunting near the Sea of Unity.
Her mother passed away in the recent incident."
"Most of her friends survived. However, Julian, Yara, and Mila perished."
Just like the novels, I thought.
"Lady Noxelle reports that Lady Yuria suffers from amnesia due to prolonged slumber."
"Our High Priest confirmed latent divinity and a strong affinity for healing magic."
"We consulted divine prophecies and the Heavenly Library."
Suddenly, Nicolas stopped.
His voice grew heavy.
"There is… a prophecy related to this incident and to Lady Yuria."
He hesitated, kneeling lower.
"My eternal lord… within a torn page of Akasha's Records…"
He closed his mouth.
North frowned, sensing the fear hidden behind Nicolas's composure.
"My subject, Nicolas. Finish the report."
With visible difficulty, Nicolas rose, closed his eyes, and spoke words that bordered on blasphemy.
"That the Eternal Lord or the Lord Raka should have died."
Instantly, angels, saints, and guards covered their ears and closed their eyes.
Stillness fell.
Even Lady Noxelle showed a trace of horror.
Yet no one condemned Nicolas.
They knew his devotion.
They knew he would never speak such words without reason.
"Continue," North said calmly, as if nothing had happened.
"Lady Yuria," Nicolas continued, voice trembling,
"is a prophet of the Creator… and the guiding light of our nation."
"She is destined to aid our lord in overcoming the coming catastrophe."
At those words, an alarm rang inside my head.
"Ugh…"
I groaned.
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SYSTEM ALERT
Name: Yuria
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Level: 1
Blessings:
The Blessing of the ???
Abilities:
All-Knowing Eyes: Use up to 5 times per day to view a target's status. Stronger targets reveal less information.
Variable: You are an anomaly. Your existence alters the fate of the world.
Growth: Your potential surpasses that of ordinary beings.
Prophecy: Gain glimpses of the future once per week.
Buff / Debuff: Strengthen allies and weaken enemies. Power scales with growth.
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Blessings: The Blessing of the ???
Error
Error
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Blessings:
The Blessing of the Creator