Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"That's true, but things have come to a point where it's no longer a problem that can be solved by simply erasing the concept."

For Metatron, this was a declaration that she was about to face something more painful than death, but she felt no resentment about it.

Although it was somewhat presumptuous, Metatron even hoped that God would personally torture him to kill him.

However, the next sentence that came from Novia's mouth—

"Although you wanted to do that, you ultimately didn't accomplish anything, so let's just leave it at that."

Such a sound.

He didn't understand what He meant—but this inexplicable surge of emotion wasn't the first time Metatron had experienced it.

"Do you mean... I should pretend nothing happened?"

"Of course not, lift your head."

Hearing Novia say this, Metatron did so with trepidation, and this was the first time she had truly internalized Novia's image.

In the past, the only one who could look up to God and see His face, and enjoy this glory, was 'Queen Shejina', created by human beings based on the legends of God.

As the last rays of sunlight touched his eyelids, Metatron realized he was involuntarily shedding tears, a quiet astonishment enveloping the Heavenly Secretary.

No, the tears streaming down my face now are so ominous...

Why would I do such a thing?

No, I know that, and it is precisely because I understand that I feel pain.

Metatron wanted to wipe it clean quickly, but a subconscious fear gripped her. In that brief moment of thought—

"Don't cry. Although Metatron, you are a very bad boy, and I said that no matter how good you are to your mother, I will not forgive you easily, please don't cry anymore."

Previously, Metatron had utterly despised the Mesopotamian creator goddess. This petite woman appeared before Metatron at some point, reaching out her robes to wipe away his tears. Metatron felt that she exuded an unusual aura at that moment, her twinkling crimson star-like eyes a mixture of innocent curiosity and a strange tenderness.

In fact, Metatron only now noticed that this Tiamat seemed to have a very good relationship with the gods.

Perhaps sensing her thoughts, Novia spoke up: "Although you didn't accomplish anything, it's a fact that you severely injured Tiamat."

"terribly sorry."

"N-It's alright. It hurts a lot, but it wasn't a fatal wound..."

"You're spoiling her too much, Tiamat."

“Metatron’s situation is rather complicated. To be honest, we can’t just jump to conclusions like that. Besides, no matter how you look at it, it’s related to you, Novia!”

"........"

"Waaah, Novia, are you listening to me?"

"Wow, Tiamat, Novia is just kidding you."

"Eh? Sorry, America's First Sun, I can't pretend I didn't hear what you said. At times like these, it's best to keep quiet like a petty person. Look at your Master, he does the same."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Rasputin, could you please say that again? I didn't hear you."

“If you wish, I can repeat it in your ear all day long, Lord Leopard Man.”

"Huh? What did you say? You want to go outside and get into a fight?!"

"Oh, you guys are going to fight? Really?"

This conversation, which included Novia, seemed incredibly unreal to Metatron.

She felt both happy and lonely, overwhelmed with mixed emotions, but in the end she straightened up and began to talk to Tiamat.

"In that case, please punish me."

In that case, whether it's the old fire whip punishment or some other punishment, or even like what I just did, where I signal to myself to be punched all over my body, it's all acceptable.

Metatron thought so.

After all, this is atonement before God.

"Alright then. Well, anyway, that's what I'm planning to do, Mom. I would have done it even if you hadn't told me."

Tiamat snorted and said with great enthusiasm.

Then, she tiptoed and gently patted Metatron's head.

"Alright, that's the punishment over! We must oppose violence against children, regardless of whether it's good or bad."

Although it appears to be only this on the surface, the reality is far from what Metatron imagined, making her somewhat uneasy. The intense discomfort is hard for her to accept, and naturally, wanting 'real punishment', she subconsciously looks at Novia to the side.

That look seemed to be asking, "Is this really okay?"

Novia nodded in response, as if to say that was fine.

How should I put it? In his current memory, it felt like this was the right way to treat Metatron.

After all, this guy seemed to have always harbored expectations of him, as if he wanted him to deal with her personally...

For some reason, Novia felt that if she really gave in to her wishes, Metatron would probably become quite troublesome in the future, so she should give up on her idea. This torture was about enough.

That's why Novia made that decision.

After receiving permission from Novia, Metatron bowed to Tiamat.

"Thank you for your understanding, Tiamat."

“Great! Mom, I was worried that you, Metatron, would still want to show your best rebellious side at a time like this!” Tiamat put her hands on her hips, then, as if she had thought of something, continued, “Also, by the way, Metatron, why did you say those things about Lilith? That was a bit much, wasn’t it? There must be some misunderstanding between you two.”

Upon hearing the name Tiamat Tililithu, Metatron, who had just calmed down, lost control again.

"Because she is inherently cruel and heartless, literally wicked, so why are you defending her, Tiamat?"

Tiamat was somewhat at a loss when faced with Metatron, who would explode at the mere mention of Lily's picture.

"Because Lily is a good girl, and she's super nice to me, her mom!"

"...Don't you know what that guy did before that?"

"What did she do? But she probably didn't mean any harm, so I'll forgive her."

Metatron was speechless for a moment, after all, she was only speculating, and only God and Lilith knew the truth, and maybe even... Asherah.

Although Tiamat was indeed on good terms with the gods, she showed support for Lilith, which Metatron found very strange.

Would that guy be nice to anyone else? After all, her stance is quite firm.

"...Yes, then let's do as you said, Tiamat."

In short, Metatron gave a rather perfunctory agreement to Tiamat's words, then left the Holy See and departed.

She had originally wanted to say something to Novia, but seeing that Novia didn't react, she left on her own.

That's right, that's exactly how it is.

For Metatron, this was the original rule.

Simply by praying, wishing, and gazing, one is already in a state of happiness.

Immediately afterwards, Smoke Mirror and Debit suggested going to see other places in Cape Canaveral, and Rasputin said he would go with them. In short, only Tiamat and Novia remained in the original space.

"Wow, this jade throne looks so comfortable."

Tiamat then eagerly surrounded the Holy Throne left behind by Metatron.

"If you want to sit, then sit down."

"Is it okay? Metatron said this is for super great people, something very important, is it really okay?"

"Why are you making so many demands...?"

Novia seemed somewhat exasperated by Tiamat's persistent questioning, and then simply sat down on the Holy Throne.

"Whether it's great or important, since it's already laid out here, saying more would be rather unfunny."

Novia reached out her hand to Tiamat, and the sun ring adorning the back of the Holy See shone brilliantly, like the rising sun.

"And have you forgotten why I initially sought you out? Sitting here provides enough energy."

When Novia first met Tiamat, her idea was to have her rebuild the ecosystem of the fr world.

With marine animals completely extinct, flora and fauna nearly extinct, sea levels rising daily, and few cities remaining worldwide, it all seems like the perfect time for Tiamat to make its move.

"Yeah, too."

And so the two of them sat on the throne.

However, just as Tiamat was about to transform the ecosystem, Novia asked her curiously:

"By the way, Tiamat, how did you come to know Lilith?"

Lilith, also known as Lilith of Mesopotamia, was active during the time of Gilgamesh, according to Novia's memories. Therefore, Tiamat, who was already in the imaginary space, should not have been able to meet her.

"Because Lilith once came to see me in the Imaginary Space."

"At that time, with an expression that was half-crying and half-laughing, she said something strange to me: 'I don't understand, she's actually this kind of person,' which showed a lot of malice towards me..."

"But later on, our relationship became very good! To put it bluntly, she's like a child, isn't she? Although she always acts like a bad guy, she's surprisingly fragile and worries me a lot!"

"If you ever see Novia again, you'll probably be very worried!"

.........

Conceptual matter falls and accumulates continuously, like a tower formed of light, with several ties connecting the world while swaying. Perhaps a waterfall would be a more accurate metaphor.

Metatron, who chose to leave, is now flying in this very space.

“Puff!”

suddenly,

The sound of the sky being torn apart—no, shattered, the world instantly breaking apart, seemed to shatter the laws of the world.

Suddenly, a powerful impact slammed into Metatron's chest. She choked violently, closed her eyes without making a sound, and fainted. Then, Pa slapped her repeatedly across the face.

"Oh dear, why are you still sleeping? That won't do for an angel."

The next instant, a heat equivalent to being struck by lightning pierced Metatron's chest.

"Huh? It looks like you're gliding? I thought I was seeing things, so I just called."

Metatron was pinned to the ligature like a specimen, only then realizing that she had been pierced by a flying greatsword, half of which was pink.

"you......."

This was no ordinary sword. Metatron sensed that his power had been destroyed at its very core. There could only be one being capable of such a thing—

"Lilith!"

A silver-haired woman with white and crimson wings and devil horns squatted in front of the nailed Metatron and said with great interest.

"Oh? Isn't this Lesser Jehovah? What brings you here now?"

Lilith, formerly Barat (the mistress) Anat of Canaan, was the culprit who caused Queen Shejina's fall and the traitorous mother of the Kingdom of Heaven.

"If I weren't in such a bad state right now, you damn thing—"

Before Metatron could finish speaking, Lilith gracefully patted her head, her expression becoming very serious.

"Well, because it manifests as a minor god, it feels like the god is a person and very lonely... In that case, it's the minor god who is paired with the god, right?"

"Hey, wait a minute, what are you saying?"

Lilith did not answer the question.

Her eyes were fixed on Metatron, yet she seemed not to see him at all.

She revealed Metatron's secret as if she had witnessed it herself.

No, it's more like—like reviewing one's own experiences.

Therefore,

Lilith smiled.

He smiled happily in front of Metatron.

"What a pity, Metatron, you couldn't get it out? Just like that girl Shekina. You should have gone and delivered it, that way you would have known despair."

After a brief pause, strange black light gathered in Lilith's hand and traveled along the greatsword that pierced Metatron to the body of the Heavenly Secretary.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard! Stop it right now!"

Metatron was furious, his face turning ashen.