HCB Chapter 529 The Saintess's Past
Chapter 529 The Saintess's Past
After the screen dimmed, a conversation between Tibbo and Aglaia appeared.
"Everyone will part from one man, but he alone will witness miracles..."
Even if we have long since come to terms with this absurd fate, they are ultimately still naive and inexperienced in the ways of the world...
My teacher, do not let this cruel prophecy crush their spirits.
"But it would be even more cruel to have them fall at the door of the new world with their ignorance."
Everyone will know the truth someday; it just needs the right opportunity...
I think it's time.
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This must be a story full of knives, right?
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Meanwhile, Qiong, Bai'er, and Tinin had already arrived in the past Janusapolis.
"This is the former Palace of the Three Phases of Destiny..." Bai E looked around curiously.
With Mimi's help, Janusapolis regained its former glory.
Tinin nodded: "At this time, Janusapolis is still under the protection of Aegler. However, the fate of the city has already turned from prosperity to decline, and its glory is only on the surface."
"Because Onphalus has entered a world of strife?"
"Yes. Right now, the conflict is far away on the other side of Onphalus, but five years from now, at the same gate, this temple will become the source of another war."
"So, where are you now?"
"It's over there—"
Everyone looked in the direction Tinning indicated, and saw only a blurry figure in front of them.
“Why does she look... different?” Bai E asked in a low voice.
"Because...we don't remember very clearly what we were like in the past."
"Feel sorry."
"No, it should be that *we* need to ask for everyone's forgiveness. Come, everyone—listen to *our* last long conversation with Oronis."
The crowd fell silent, simply gazing at that bygone era.
All I could see were blurry figures looking up at the sky.
And from the sky came the whisper of the Titans: "Tirith... Pius..."
"You've come, Eulonis," the figure spoke slowly, though it was no longer a child's voice.
"Your voice has become...so mature." Qiong touched her chin.
Tinin explained, “Because this memory belongs to *us*, and the perception is also connected to Tirispeius from back then.”
At this moment, Oronis spoke again: "You are still... destroying yourself for that false prophecy."
"A false prophecy...you still believe that?"
“Even if Kefal… perishes, it is absolutely impossible for him to instruct mortals to kill his comrades.”
Stop, Tirispius… Spreading the prophecy will only bring disaster. A disaster… enough to tear you to pieces.”
"But the Black Tide has already descended, and Janus is in a deep slumber... If even the guardian deity who guides mortals cannot resist calamity, what can we do against our fate of destruction?"
"Don't... touch the spark. That way, at least you'll still be... a favorite of fate."
The figure gave a self-deprecating laugh: "A favorite of fate... how could fate take away my loved ones? How can I watch the world crumble while remaining unscathed? This may be our last conversation, Oronis. I will do everything in my power... to protect you from the Black Tide."
Seeing this, Bai E cautiously asked, "She just mentioned 'closest relatives'..."
Tinning didn't shy away from the topic and patiently explained;
“Yes, it is our mother. Long ago, she fell from here to the bottom of the valley... It was a grand ceremony to ask Janus to guide the way forward... But by some twist of fate... it was Cephale who responded to the people.”
Bai'er pondered for a moment and asked, "Was there... a mistake in the ritual?"
"There was something wrong with that ceremony. But one thing at a time, Kefal's response was just a coincidence—"
On that night of conspiracy shrouded in white frost, as the saintess of Janusapolis was murdered... the Titans, burdened by the world, also collapsed in a corner of the world.
Follow her. This story... must be told by her herself.
Following Tinin's guidance, the group arrived at the "Library of Prophecy" on the left side of the altar.
Following Tinin's prompting, the group quickly opened a secret door.
A unique room appeared before the three of them.
"You... grew up in a place like this?" Bai E looked around curiously, because this place could not be called a residence, but rather a cage.
"When we were born, the identity of 'Saintess' was already dead in name only. Those who can heed the guidance of the Titans are destined to become the mouthpiece of others."
But for the sake of appearances, those in power still made some arrangements. And with Mom's company, *our* childhood wasn't particularly sad.
"Even so... I still can't imagine it."
Tinning shook her head, unconcerned: "It's only been about twenty years, it'll pass quickly."
“Teacher Tinning, twenty years is a long time for most people.”
"That's true. After becoming a demigod, even the concept of time..." Tining looked at the room she used to stay in, her thoughts drifting back to the past.
"I can't believe so much time has passed. Little Gray's power is incredible; this place is exactly the same as before..."
The three looked around the room; it had almost everything one could want.
Not only are there many books, but there is even a blackboard for studying.
At that moment, Bai E noticed a striking red piece of glass. "A red piece of glass?"
Looking at the familiar color scheme, Qiong remembered that she and Xia Die had seen it together in the bathhouse. "It seems to be a specialty of your hometown."
Tinning gazed at the red glass, pondered for a moment, and then began to speak:
"The first time we saw it was when we were very young. My mother brought back a beautiful piece of glass, but she had tears on her face and just casually put it on the table."
We thought it was shiny, so we played with it, but we accidentally broke it... Mom didn't say anything, she just hugged us and remained silent for a long time.
When we grew up, we learned that in Janusapolis, if someone died gloriously for their destiny, the saint would take a piece of glass from the volcano's quarry, polish it carefully, and hand it over to the deceased's family.
The day Mom brought it home, her friend fell on the battlefield. He had no family left, so she had to keep the piece of glass by herself…
Later, on the eve of the ceremony, Mom also gave us a beautiful piece of glass.
【Nima! 】
Are you even human, miHoYo?!
Stop cutting!
Don't focus your knife on just one person!
Am I pretty?
[Alas, how pitiful. What's the difference between this and being chosen as a sacrifice? It all starts from birth!]
There's no other way; this is the despairing world we live in, which is why we need pioneers to save us!
Don't feel down. Think about the previous endings; at least they all had a bright future!
Yes, that's the contrast. It'll be awesome if we save Onpharos!
I think, not necessarily!