“LET’S COMMIT blasphemy and create a fake prophecy, my little darling saint,” Neoma said. But before Skylus and Manu faint from shock, she quickly explained herself. “Don’t worry. We have Lord Yule’s blessing.”

To be fair, Yule gave Neoma permission to use his name if she needed to.

She knew that the Moon God wasn’t expecting her to use his holy name to create a fake prophecy, but what could she do? The situation was asking for it.

[I’m sorry, Lord Yule.]

“We have Lord Yule’s blessing?” Skylus asked, obviously relieved that they had permission from the Moon God. “I haven’t been hearing the Moon God’s voice these days. Moreover, I don’t see as many visions as I used to have.”

“That’s the same case with me,” Manu added worriedly. “Is Lord Yule doing fine, Princess Neoma?”

“Yep, he’s still alive and kicking,” Neoma said while nodding. “Don’t worry about Lord Yule too much because he’s fine. Plus, we’re more fucked up than he is.”

Manu frowned at Neoma’s vulgar words, but he didn’t comment on it.

“Noona, my parents taught me that lying is bad.”

Neoma almost choked on her saliva as her conscience suddenly pricked her.

“But Mother also taught me about the thing called ‘white lie,’” Skylus said cheerfully. “Noona, we’re lying for the sake of the greater good, aren’t we?”

Manu faked a cough as if he was holding back his laughter.

Neoma couldn’t scold the Moon Priest because even Lewis and her other “children” were faking their coughs.

[They’re making me feel more guilty…]

Neoma’s heart was already getting stabbed by her conscience because of Skylus’ innocent face. “Yes, it’s a white lie to save the world.”

“I knew it,” Skylus said, clasping his hands together as if he was praying. “Neoma Noona wouldn’t ask me to lie and make a fake prophecy without a valid reason.”

Right?

[I’m a good person, right???]

RIIIGHT.

“Ahem,” Neoma cleared her throat before she changed the topic. “Anyway, the fake prophecy that we’re gonna make is simple.”

Manu scoffed. “Princess Neoma, your description of “simple” is different from normal people.”

Neoma scoffed back. “We’re just going to tell the world that Lord Yule is going to punish people who worship a fake god under a fake religion that spreads bullshit,” she said casually. “Simple, right?”

***

HAAAH.

Neoma’s heart hurt the entire meeting with Skylus and Manu while they were discussing the fake prophecy that they would spread before the coronation day.

Since the crows’ prophecy was very specific, they made theirs specific as well.

She felt bad that she had to ask Skylus to lie, but it seemed like the young saint truly believed that it was for the greater good.

Well, it was.

However…

[Aunt Brigitte, Uncle Dominic, I’m really sorry about making your baby lie.]

“Neoma, are you done for today?”

Oh, right.

Neoma got up from the sofa when she heard Ruto’s voice.

Her last visitor would be her lover, of course.

But he didn’t come alone this time.

Neoma smiled while looking at the sleeping baby in Ruto’s arms. “Vitu.”

“He’s not our Vitu,” Ruto said while sitting next to her. “Neoma, this is the God of Death.”

Oh, right.

“I haven’t regained my memories yet when I named the God of Death ‘Vitu,’” Neoma said, sighing. “I’m sorry, Ruto. I didn’t know I gave the God of Death our son’s name.”

“You don’t have to apologize for something you cannot help, Neoma.”

She gasped, then she swallowed hard before she asked. “Ruto, is the God of Death, perhaps…”

“No, he’s not our son.”

“Oh.”

“But the God of Death is using Vitu’s vessel.”

Neoma knitted her eyebrows. “Our Vitu’s vessel?”

“This is the vessel that our son would be born into,” Ruto explained, smiling sadly at her. “However, Vitu’s soul is missing– and he cannot be reincarnated until we find his soul. The soul of the Vitu that we met in the Eternal Flame’s domain was only a piece of soul of the Vitu from the first timeline.”

“Then are you saying that when you turned back time, our son’s soul got lost?”

“That’s right,” he said, nodding. “Vitu’s soul is supposed to have been turned into a human soul instead of a god’s soul. But it’s missing. Perhaps it will appear once we decide to conceive him.”

“But it’s not certain, is it?”

“That’s right.”

“The Goddess of Light should know the whereabouts of Vitu’s soul, though,” Neoma said, then she knitted her eyebrows. “Isn’t she supposed to be here right now?”

Ruto opened his mouth to speak, but someone else beat him to it.

“Calm down, Neoma.”

It was the baby God of Death.

The child had awakened and was now looking at Neoma with his one red eye.

[Oh, that reminds me…]

“Big Neoma gave me your other eye,” Neoma said, her anger melting away instantly because she had a soft spot for babies. The God of Death was not a real baby, but he was using Vitu’s vessel. No wonder he looked lovely in her eyes. “Let me get your other eye, baby.”

The God of Death looked offended by what Neoma called him. “I’m not a baby, little princess.”

***

ARGH!

The Goddess of Life was supposed to head towards the Imperial Palace where the God of Death was already waiting for her.

Of course, Neoma and Commander Ruto were there.

But, as soon as she reached the empire…

[What’s this suffocating stench?!]

The thick smell of death lingered in the air.

As the Goddess of Life, her weakness would be death, and the mere stench of it was enough to make it hard for her to breathe.

“It’s been a while, my lady.”

Ah.

It was Helstor, and the God of Eternal Darkness wasn’t alone.

The Goddess of Life squinted her eyes at the familiar goddess standing next to Helstor arrogantly. “Lady Doom.”

***

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