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It was quite amusing to see people being praised as heroes and such, looking back and forth between me and Mama with their mouths wide open.

No matter what, I felt that in the end they were people with human emotions.

It was quite hard to endure it even though it was obvious where my face would turn red if I touched it, but I’m an adult! This is nothing!

Grandfather, who had been fidgeting with his fingers hidden behind his back because he couldn’t stay still, came to his senses and tried to take his eyes off Mama.

“Can you explain what happened so far?”

“Grandpa. You’re being too obsessive. Even a child like your own needs privacy, right?”

“Please, let me ask you a favor. From my perspective, the situation is progressing so quickly that I feel like I’m going crazy.”

The Fairy Queen opened her mouth slowly, as if continuing her grandfather’s sigh.

“I have a favor to ask of you too. Alren Youngae. What on earth are you talking about? The Lord is your mother? And you scolded her? It’s something I can’t understand with my common sense…”

“Okay, calm down, Runevia. I’ll explain it slowly.”

“…Are you talking about me, Lunavia?”

“I can’t just call you Queen forever, right? That’s why I chose the name I liked the most from the list of names Erginus wrote down in his diary.”

“That. How?!”

I showed Erginus, who was opening his eyes, the traces of the god of history engraved on my hand.

To tell them who they should blame while also threatening them that they should know more because I know a lot.

Erginus, a genius who will be remembered in history, noticed my intentions and kept his mouth shut, but perhaps because he had only recently lost sympathy, he did not notice his lover’s feelings.

I could help you, but I’d rather just stay still because it’s more fun to see you looking so pitiful.

“Lunevia… is that right?”

“You don’t like it? Should I call you like usual?”

“No. I really like it. Alun Youngae.”

The fairy queen Runevia, her cheeks tinted a light pink, greeted me but kept her eyes focused only on Erginus.

She’s so innocent and cute, I want to tease her.

If you poke it from the side, it looks like it’ll turn into a red balloon and burst.

Oh my. It’s really itchy.

“Now let me get to the point and explain how pathetic my mother is.”

“…Sigh. I’m really sorry.”

*

Let’s go back in time for a moment. When the battle in the Holy Land had just ended, I was hiding my swollen face on Armadi’s shoulder from crying so much, when suddenly the scenery around me changed.

The sight, so filled with white that it seemed like I was going crazy, gave me a similar feeling to the place where I had signed a contract with Armadi during the academy entrance exam.

My memory is a bit hazy, but it’s probably the same place. Because it’s where Armadi brought me.

“Mom. Why did you bring me here? I still had a lot of work to do.”

War doesn’t end simply because fighting stops.

The reason you can shout ‘I won! It’s over!’ in a game is because you only need to convince one player.

Reality is different.

Starting with the soldiers of each country, the apostles of various religions who supported me, the priests of the Holy Land, the masters of the forest, the fairies who cling to me for praise, and even the various gods who were allowed to stay on the ground for a short time. I must convince all of these people to truly end the war.

And I must be there to talk to them all, compromise, and convince them, because I am the center of gravity for them all.

Having heard the story from Caria the day before going into battle, I was determined to calm the situation down, even though my body seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

The curse of the Messaggi skill has also disappeared. If I apologized for my rudeness last time and continued the conversation on a good note, it seemed like things would be over quickly.

In addition, with the great Lord next to him, it was obvious that the troublemakers would not be able to make a fuss easily.

But, huh?

I was planning on finishing everything quickly and having a serious conversation with the god in front of me, but I was suddenly dragged to a strange place?

“Uh. That’s it.”

I tilted my head when I saw Armadi hesitate to speak. Why should he be holding back his words now?

Since my faith is still strong, there is no way it will disappear like a bubble.

Oh. Is that why?

“Would you like to talk about your identity?”

There have been many times when I felt uncomfortable.

At some point, emotions well up from deep within the heart.

There was also a subtle sense of foreboding that I felt when reading Lucy’s memories.

It was also strangely quick to adapt to a woman’s body.

I also didn’t have any bad thoughts when I encountered the characters I liked so much.

There were many other subtle details as well.

It was only today that Armadi confirmed it, and I became certain of its subtlety.

But even now, I can’t help but feel awkward about the fact that I’m Lucy.

Because the memories that still come to me clearly are from another world.

“I was curious. About exactly how I am made.”

“…First of all, Lucy is Lucy Arn. However, she has the memories of a human who lived in another world.”

“Did you put in the memory?”

“Yes. It was a last resort after all other options were exhausted.”

She hesitated to speak, her face filled with guilt. She created furniture out of thin air and invited me to sit down. She said the story would be a bit long.

“You’ve seen Agra use her powers, so you know that powers are very far-fetched. Within the power that allows, you can do things that are far beyond common sense.”

“I know about that. I’ve been through it so many times.”

“I also tried to be a bit stubborn.”

One day, during the war of the mythical age, Armadi realized that defeat was inevitable.

Many have sacrificed their lives for the world so far, and many more will sacrifice their lives to protect the earth in the future, but even so, the end cannot be stopped.

So, after much thought, Armadi decided to choose co-destruction.

Armadi and Agra are in conflict with each other, but on the other hand, they are complementary.

As one side becomes stronger, the other side also becomes stronger, and as one side becomes weaker, the other side also becomes weaker, so Armadi tried to bring down Agra by laying down his own power.

“Power is not something that can be put down just because you want to, so I made a huge fuss. I asked that the human era not end.”

Having frowned at what Armadi had said earlier, I looked at her face in surprise at the explanation that followed.

Armadi, who caught my gaze, smiled awkwardly and continued speaking.

“Of course, nothing lasts forever. The human era has come to an end. Agra was resurrected, life on the earth died, hope faded, and I bowed my head in despair. And the moment I raised my head again, a new human era began.”

From then on, Armadi had to watch countless destructions from above.

I hope this time I did the right thing. I hope a miracle happens and the destruction is prevented.

I hope that we can reach a future where everyone on Earth can smile. I hope, hope, hope again.

“Is it the effect of countless repeated beginnings? One day, a small crack appeared in the world and I became aware of another world. The world of science that you know.”

Armadi, having witnessed a world with wondrous imagination, decided to take a gamble.

Armadi hopes that by spreading the countless beginnings he has experienced so far into a small world, someone will find a way that he could not have thought of.

“I was half-abandoned. I had thrown most of my remaining strength into a faint possibility.”

Surprisingly, her gamble paid off. Many people became interested in the little world she created and dug into it obsessively, breaking Armadi’s common sense.

“From then on, I made plans for one last time. And I just waited for the best circumstances to come.”

The wait was long, but Armadi didn’t feel even a little despair.

Compared to the time when I was crawling along the ground in the darkness where not a single ray of light existed, it was a happy thing to walk on the path where a ray of hope appeared.

“I came down to earth and gave birth to you myself because I thought that a normal human wouldn’t be able to handle the memories of another world.”

The possibility that I would reach that end was me.

“I’m sorry, Lucy. No matter what you think of me, I have nothing to say. I will gladly accept any punishment you give me. However, I can tell you this much for sure. Even though the beginning was impure, I truly loved you, Lucy, and I cherished Benedick.”

Armadi finished speaking and lowered his head with his eyes tightly shut.

As if I was so scared of what was going to happen next.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say and a lot of things I wanted to ask, but seeing how scared he looked made me laugh in vain.

“Believe me.”

“…Huh?”

“I believe you, Mama. That you loved me.”

When I smiled while supporting my chin with both hands, Armadi opened his eyes wide and bit his lips.

The corners of his eyes start to tremble, and the water droplets that are slowly forming along with him start to tremble as well.

“But apart from that, I know that Mama has a weak mentality. She’s really pathetic.”

“. Yes?”

Armadi, who looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment, blinked in surprise at the sudden accusation.

“It’s so sad. The Mama I knew wasn’t this kind of Menhera.”

“Sorry. Sorry?”

“If you’re going to apologize, do it properly, Mom. Isn’t that what you told me? Can’t you even keep what you taught me?”

“Ah. That. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. What should I do?”

“Get on your knees. You’re a total sloppy, perverted, incompetent, and stupid mother.”

“But.”

“Get on your knees. Now.”

As I spoke, my smile disappearing, Armadi quietly stood up and sat down in front of me.

“I’m speaking seriously because I know that Mom loves me. The more precious someone is to you, the more you scold them. Right?”

“Yes. Yes, yes.”

“Listen carefully. It would be embarrassing if my mother was a pathetic person who couldn’t even remember what she said.”

I smiled again and took out a book of resentment called a notebook from my arms.

Then he took out a pen and added a few more lines to the back.

I don’t know if this will end today.