Cloud Thinking

Helia felt that her CPU was a little overloaded. She guessed that Ian Hill must be a powerful guy, most likely belonging to the Order camp, and that he approached her just to push her to find out the truth of the matter.

But she didn't expect that there was another god involved. Helia claimed that she should have no intersection with the other party, but after a little thought, she found a clue.

Could it be that the God of Time and Space was the one who arranged for her to travel from another world? After all, traveling through time and space is just traveling through time and space...

If that's the case, doesn't that mean that since she came here, her every move has been exposed under the eyes of the two gods of time and space and order? ? ?

Helia held her chin and thought seriously. It was very likely that Spacetime and Order were on the same side. The two had reached a cooperation for some reason. Spacetime helped Order to transfer her soul to this other world, and now it had sent its messenger to assist her...

"So, you also hope that I can obey the arrangements of the Morogen Church and push me onto the path of becoming a god, right?" Helia asked in a very certain tone. If not, it would be impossible to explain why Ianthil had been pushing herself to find out the truth of all this with various reasons from the very beginning.

"No, that's not the case." Ian Hill denied, "I hope that Your Highness can make your choice after knowing the whole picture."

"The truth is important, but what's more important to me is your choice. I don't want you to be blinded by lies and illusions and make a choice you'll regret later."

"Even if my choices are radically different from what your gods would want?" Helia asked.

"Yes." Ian Hill nodded. "Although I am the messenger of the God of Time and Space, I am not His believer. To be precise, we are in a cooperative relationship."

"Oh? Partnership? What kind of partnership? Is it like what we have now?" Helia made it clear that she didn't believe it.

Ianthil stared at her for a long time with a smile, and finally sighed helplessly and backed off. "If I say that I was once a fallen god, would you believe it more?"

Falling God? Helia's eyes widened again. This was beyond her expectation. But if the other party was really the Falling God of ancient times, then it was true that the relationship between him and time and space was not a relationship of faith but a relationship of cooperation.

How could a god who was once worshipped and believed in abandon his own beliefs and turn to believe in other gods?

"What good will this do for you?" Helia asked again. She pointed at Ianthir first, then at herself, still unable to understand why their relationship was like this. If she was simply working for the God of Time and Space, there was no need to say such things, as if she was the leader of a cult and Ianthir was a believer who was brainwashed by her.

"If Your Highness doesn't mind, let's talk while we walk. Someone should be here soon." Ianthir stood up, took Helia's hand, and led her into a space vortex that had appeared in front of them at some point.

Unlike last time, this time after entering the vortex, the two stepped into a dark and deep passage dotted with numerous tiny starlights. Ian Hill gently took her hand and led her forward, introducing: "This is a space tunnel. It is an ability of mine that can ignore any restrictions and forcibly connect two spaces together."

"So impressive..." Helia looked around curiously, "So, as you said, you can go wherever you want, and even the realm of the gods can't stop you?"

“Haha, Your Highness overestimates me.” Ian Hill smiled and said, “But if the opponent is not as powerful as me, I can indeed force my way into their territory.”

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked into Helia's eyes and said seriously: "Of course, I will never trespass into your territory without your permission."

Helia: Is this a subtle diss to Jepas? Why do I smell a faint scent of tea?

"I was once the God of Fall in ancient times, holding authority related to space. I did not fall due to death, but because my authority was taken away by a higher space and time and I lost my godhood." Ian Hill briefly explained his past. "The reason why I chose to become the messenger of the God of Space and Time is because He showed me a corner of the future of this world."

"I saw you in the future."

"He said that you are the key person to change the world, and my fate is intertwined with yours. I will be your most capable assistant, your most trusted support, and your closest lover..."

"I am really curious about how the future will develop and what kind of person you are, so I agreed to cooperate with Him. It can be said that everything I do now is for you."

Helia: Wait, what is this? Lovers? For me? Are you playing pure love with me???

Before, it was a clichéd ethical drama, but now it has become a love story between a man and a god that spans thousands of years. Isn’t this a bit too much? Also, is there anyone who cares about my life or death? Why doesn’t anyone care about my thoughts? Can I watch the future whenever I want? And is the future predicted by this necessarily accurate?

Helia felt that if Ian Hill hadn't said this, with his face and personality, she might really get to know him and fall in love with him in the future. But now that he said this, Helia, who was full of rebellion...

Haha! Lovers and the like, just dream on!

"Oh, hehe! It's really a reason I couldn't expect..." Helia forced a smile. She felt that this world was too weird. They actually pinned their hopes on an ordinary person like her. Either those gods were crazy, or they were crazy.

The passage was not long, and the two of them reached the end without talking for a while. Influenced by Ian Hill's words, Helia was the first to shake off the other's hand, walked out of the vortex at the end, and landed in a room covered with soft carpet.

The room was not big, and was cylindrical in shape, looking like the first floor of a tower. Tall bookshelves were placed all around the room, filled with all kinds of books. In the middle of the room, in front of Helia, was a long curved table with pens, ink, and papers neatly placed on it. Behind the high chair was a floor-to-ceiling window, and the bright moonlight shone through the colored glass, projecting the carved patterns on the window onto the plush carpet on the ground.

Helia took a step forward and wiped her hand on the long table. There was a layer of dust on her white fingertips, not much, just a light layer. She raised her hand and rubbed it, then wiped it casually on her skirt.

This is a study room, and it looks like no one has used it for a long time. However, from the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf and the tidy desk, it can be seen that someone must have taken good care of it. The owner here must attach great importance to this place.

"Whose study is this?" Helia turned around and looked at Ian Hill who had walked out of the vortex and asked. She thought that the other party would not bring her to such an unrelated place at such a critical moment. There must be important clues to the truth hidden here.

"This is the study room of your mother, Queen Madeleine, in Antonio's home when she was young." Ian Hill replied, "After Queen Madeleine left, Marshal Hawke still kept everything of hers well."

"Including the letters they had exchanged, which were also preserved."

He led Helia to the other side of the desk and pointed to the locked drawer below the right hand side. "Right here. The truth you have been looking for is right in front of you."

Helia bent down, one hand on the table, holding the lock of the drawer with the other hand, fiddling with it, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes, trembling from time to time according to her owner's mood.

The lock was a golden lock, which was no obstacle for Helia. As long as she wanted, she could take out her wand, point it at the lock, and use a fire magic to melt it. But she didn't take any action, which meant she was still hesitating. After all, sometimes the truth didn't bring joy, but sadness.

Ian Hill did not urge her, but stood aside and waited silently, waiting for Helia to make her decision.

Finally, Helia sighed, stood up, raised her hand and summoned Theodore. The huge wand formed a sharp contrast with the golden lock. She muttered a spell in a low voice, and saw the golden lock slowly melted, and finally turned into a pool of golden liquid solidified on the wooden surface of the drawer.

She slowly opened the drawer and looked at a dozen neatly packed envelopes stacked inside. She put away her wand, first pulled out the top few and glanced at them. She roughly determined that Hawke had packed them in chronological order, and the top one should be the last letter he had exchanged with his mother.

The date was written on the lower right corner of the back of the envelope. Helia thought about it carefully and determined that the letter should have been written a month before she was born. Judging from the current communication methods and speed, it was probably sent to Hawke two or three weeks later. In other words, when Hawke saw the letter, Madeline was almost in the last period of her life, and that was when Helia was about to be born.

Ian Hill considerately pulled out a chair for Helia. She slowly sat down with the letter in her hand, carefully opened the envelope, took out a stack of slightly thick letter paper, gently unfolded and smoothed it, and then read it carefully word by word.

"My dear brother Hawke:

When you receive this letter, I should have left this world, but in contrast, my daughter Aya was able to come into this world safely.

I don't regret my choice. It was me who chose to bring Aya into this not-so-beautiful world. I must be responsible for this little life. I cannot tolerate my child becoming a tool of others. I don't want my child to live in a cage from birth. I love her, so I want to set her free and make her strong, so strong that others cannot easily ignore her or take advantage of her.

But I was still too weak. I had no way to kill that god. Even though he had fallen and his consciousness was still asleep, as a human, I was still too weak to kill him. So I sealed him for the time being, but I wasn't sure when he would wake up and take Aya's life.

So I hope Aya can become strong, and this requires your help, brother.

I have learned almost everything about Morogenism, and the Archbishop of Monday will help us. Although I don't know why his fate intersects with Aya, I can be sure that he is really sincere for Aya, and I have confirmed this in some way. Brother, you can trust him when it comes to Aya.

The plan is divided into two parts. One is to resurrect me, and the other is to help Aya become a god by sacrificing the god of Morogen. If the latter can be carried out smoothly, then it doesn’t matter if I can’t be resurrected. The most important thing is to let Aya obtain power comparable to that of a god, so that she can suppress the power of the Fallen God sealed in her body.

I can probably guess that Aya will resist this, so this matter must be carried out without Aya's knowledge, and you, my brother, need to worry more. If Aya learns the truth before the ceremony... then as a mother, I still hope that the plan will go ahead, because I know very well that in this world, the weak cannot survive. I hope she will be strong, and only by being strong can she have freedom.

After arranging all this, if I have anything left in this world, it is nothing more than Aya and my brother. I have seen my brother's care and love for me all the time, but it is also because of this that I know I am sorry for you. You have taken such good care of my life and my happiness, but I chose to die. I am sorry for my brother's care and love for me for so many years. I am sorry.