Huh? Are they all real?.

I have absolutely no idea what happened.

After a moment of stunned silence, he asked seriously:

"Can I confirm if you mean that everyone on this continent and in this world, from countless mortals to the gods in the heavens, thinks I am dead?"

The witch, as red as an apple, had completely turned her head away.

She said in a muffled voice:

"Yes Yes"

"I've already explained, but it seems they've only misunderstood it more."

The witch still remembers the Knight of the Round Table who left in tears.

She has clearly stated the facts, so why doesn't anyone believe her?

Seemingly to help Moen better understand the current situation, the witch also said:

"How about I take you to see it?"

"Ah good."

Moen nodded with a subtle expression.

Although he was somewhat reluctant, he got up from the witch's lap.

They followed the witch to the sea of ​​flowers.

The deep blue Blessing Flower still blooms here.

It looked even more beautiful and dazzling under the sun.

However, in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers stood a stone statue being carved.

According to Moen's estimation, the statue should be about thirty meters tall and made of Morda stone, a material unique to the Old World.

It is the stone among the natural materials in this world that is most resistant to the erosion of time.

Even without any protection, stone statues carved from it will remain unchanged for at least tens of thousands of years unless damaged by humans.

It is a type of stone that is highly sought after by nobles and the wealthy.

Such a large, intact stone was something Moen had never seen before.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that it's a sculpture of Moen himself, using the images of Augustus and Constantine.

There are many statues of Moen in this world.

The number of commemorative tablets erected for him while he was alive, and those erected for him after his death, is countless.

However, this is the first time that a memorial statue has been erected in his honor when he is still alive.

The witch standing next to Moen looked away more and more evasively.

The statue was originally intended to be sculpted as if she were holding Moen.

But because it was so embarrassing, she found a way to change it to its current form.

Yes, by using the bewitching power of the abyss, they tricked a large number of mortals into voting for them as the second choice.

At least this way, Moen can still be used when he comes back.

If it were like before, she really felt she wouldn't be able to hold on and would have crawled into the ground.

What surprised Moen even more was that the witch nervously rubbed her arms and said to him:

"And it's not just here, there are other places, or rather, the entire Old World, where statues are being erected in your honor. And there are commemorative ceremonies being held."

"I heard there's a bigger statue somewhere else."

The only answer Moen could give to this was:

"what?"

The witch's cheeks were burning hot, as if they could fry an egg, and her heart was completely filled with shame.

In that instant, she could no longer support herself and her legs buckled, causing her to squat down on the ground. She quickly hugged her legs with both hands, her body trembling slightly as she tried to shrink herself into a small ball, as if this could hide the overwhelming sense of shame that surged within her.

"I'm so sorry, I really tried, but nobody believed me!"

The witch buried her head deep between her arms and knees, her mind replaying what had happened. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being overwhelmed by endless shame.

For the first time, she felt that the abyss wasn't so scary as staying on the ground.

She wanted to disappear from the world, to escape all the gazes that would likely come to their senses immediately after witnessing that scene.

She hid herself completely between her raised legs, as if seeking a safe haven, even if it was just a self-deceiving posture.

Before this, she could hide in Moen's arms, but now she didn't even have the courage to look at Moen again.

She is probably the first goddess in history to accidentally kill her own king.

That's so clownish.

Ah, O Origin, is this the price you demanded for returning all that is good to me?

I know this is fine, and I know I have no right or standing to ask for more, but, but it's really too much, my mother who's waiting.

Upon seeing the witch hiding like this, Moen was momentarily speechless before bursting into laughter.

This made the goddess curl up even more.

"Stop laughing, stop laughing!"

She didn't dare look up at her king, because it was truly shameful.

She knew that soon everyone would know what stupid things she had done.

She had no reason to stop it all from happening, so she could only hide herself in self-deception and whisper to Moen to stop laughing at her.

"No, no, no, Astrid, well, that name is still too unfamiliar. How about I just call you Ais?"

The sudden intimacy made the goddess carefully raise her head, but she immediately pulled it back down when she saw her king still smiling.

But her answer was equally swift and full of anticipation:

"Yes, yes, I'm willing."

Seeing this goddess, Moen shook his head with amusement and walked forward.

The goddess trembled even more as she noticed Moen's approach.

The goddesses before them were all afraid that Moen's return was a beautiful dream that was too real. So much so that they trembled with fear of waking up from the dream.

But the witch at this moment was completely different, feeling excessively ashamed.

This was the first joke of her long life, and also the biggest one.

Moen then knelt down and gently hugged her.

“I mean, this is good.”

"Hey?!"

The stunned goddess instantly lifted her head from Moen's embrace.

But she immediately hid back inside:

"You're definitely lying to me! You're malicious!"

This reaction amused Moen, because in his mind the witch had always been an intellectual, icy beauty.

But looking back now, those jokes were really too much of a blow to her.

Her public image is about to collapse.

“I’m not lying to you, Ais. I really think this is good. Because nobody thinks I’m still alive.”

Finally, Moen stroked the witch's soft, long hair and said:

"Besides you, you're the only one I can trust!"

This one sentence completely erased the witch's shame, leaving only sweetness in her heart.

Although she still didn't quite understand what Moen meant.

But what could surprise a goddess more than a king saying to her, "You are the only person I can trust"?

She was still a little afraid to look at Moen.

Seeing Moen's face reminded her of her previous breakdown and crying. She knew that if she had just cried a little less, she could have noticed that her king was just asleep and not dead again.

"Are you really not lying to me?"

Moen smiled and ruffled the goddess's hair, saying:

"Of course not, this is a good thing for me."

"Because you are still Augustus, it is most appropriate for the Lord of the World to die?"

Moen continued to rub the witch's head; the texture was incredibly smooth, even the finest silk couldn't match it.

It's incredibly addictive.

"No, or rather, it's not just that."

"Then what else could it be? It's not just to comfort me, is it?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"No, Ais, you know I'm in a foreign land, right?"

This question instantly made the goddess hug Moen back:

Are you going to leave me again?

The goddess's voice finally trembled slightly. Although everything before was a joke she had made herself, she had truly become a frightened bird.

She knew very well that she could not bear to lose it again.

After a brief silence, Moen hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave, and that won't change because of either of us. But don't worry, all of this will be over soon, and I'll take care of it."

The witch, who had buried herself in Moen's embrace, asked:

"What exactly are you doing? Or rather, what exactly have you encountered?"

"I want to save this world, and I want to save everything I love. This started because of me, and I must stop it."

The witch thought of everything from Augustus to Constantine.

He has been working tirelessly for the world.

Clearly, he is doing something very important.

The witch knew she shouldn't stop it, but she found herself unable to let go.

The girl hugged her lover even tighter and said:

Is it really necessary to leave?

“This is the necessary choice, Ais.”

Moen once again uttered the words he had said countless times before to the goddess in his arms.

This also made Moen turn his head away for the first time, not daring to look at the witch.

Although he knew Du Ming was wrong, he also felt that he was a terrible person.

But he was clearly doing the right thing.

O O One, if this is the reward I have asked for for your repeated favors.

While I can't say you've gone too far, I really hope you can have a little pity for my feelings.

The girl hugged him tighter, but before Moen could feel uncomfortable, she realized what was happening and quickly loosened her grip for a moment before hugging him tightly again.

She didn't want to let go.

She dared not let go.

Can I come along?

Previously, the witch had always avoided his sight; now, it was Moen who was avoiding the witch.

"No, Ais."