Huh? Are they all real?.

But to Moen's surprise, even so, it seemed that no one could pull out the holy sword.

As if knowing what Moen was thinking, the girl holding the broken holy sword said:

"After you left, the Holy Sword and we were all taken to the Memorial Church. But the Holy Sword was inside, while we were outside."

"That goddess did not do as you wished, so we later took out the Holy Sword ourselves and went to different places, and then we waited until today."

When the youngest son left, he left behind those words, but the Holy Sword had not yet been dismantled at that time.

The three sisters did not separate.

Moen entrusted them all to the goddess who represented mercy.

"During the countless centuries of waiting, many people have come to me trying to pull out this holy sword, but they have all failed."

"Further on, it seems that even my location and the Holy Sword's location became hidden, to the point that I don't even remember how long it's been since anyone came here."

"Not long ago, I finally saw the people I hadn't seen for many years."

"But they still couldn't pull out the sword."

The girl suddenly stopped speaking and handed the holy sword back to Moen.

“I once thought that no one could inherit your will, but then I thought that perhaps the time had not yet come for the holy sword to be drawn.”

"Now, I think it's probably just because she knows that her owner has never left, so no one else can pull her out."

Moen didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

The other female protagonists might think that it was their lovers who came back.

But the girl discovered the truth directly with the help of the holy sword.

That means he never left.

Otherwise, why has no one been able to pull out the holy sword?

Moreover, it was a holy sword that had been deliberately split into three parts.

Therefore, Moen was speechless and ashamed to face him.

He had many excuses and explanations, such as he didn't know, it was all the company's fault, and he needed to save more people.

But when he actually tried to speak, he found that he couldn't open his mouth.

I have done right by all the gods, but I have truly let them down.

The girl suddenly released his grip and instead cupped his cheeks, saying:

"Promise me you won't just hide away silently like this anymore! I'm so lonely, and we're so lonely too."

Moen's body stiffened abruptly, as if the girl's words had struck the softest corner of his heart. He never expected the girl to so frankly express her loneliness.

Before he could answer, the other person gently tapped his lips with their finger:

"Don't tell me the answer. I'm afraid this will be the last time you lie to me. So promise me, keep the answer in your heart and never tell me, otherwise I will expect and believe."

"And then you might have tricked them again and left them aside."

Even a god who could face any dragon without any sacred artifacts was utterly powerless against the girl.

Every word the other person said pierced Moen's heart.

It can easily penetrate Moen's armor.

Therefore, Moen could only nod somewhat awkwardly.

This made the girl beam with joy.

"That's fine. This way, I can keep looking forward to you and trust that you will stay with us, just like back then."

But as she spoke, the girl suddenly lowered her head and said:

"I've almost forgotten what it was like back then. It's been so long, so long that all I remember is you and that our feelings were for you."

Ever since Moen became active in this world, he has always been the one cutting others.

From the Last Queen to the Goddess of the Dark Moon, the Shadow Sun, and so on, this is the case.

Every single time, Moen was stabbing them in the heart.

He used the exact same method every time—give them all his love, and then die in front of them.

Countless heroines were heartbroken by Moen and were trapped in the past from which they could never escape.

Now, it's finally Moen's turn to get stabbed in the back.

Moen, stepping from behind the scenes to the forefront for the first time, deeply understood what he had actually done.

"Yes, sorry."

He could only channel all his emotions into this empty apology that carried no real weight.

The girl still wouldn't let him go, and snuggled into his arms, hugging him tightly, saying:

"Don't say sorry, I hate you, but you also know that neither I nor my sister and younger sister can do anything about you. We can only forgive you and continue to look forward to our future together."

"So stop saying these things. What I need is something more tangible."

"For example, I certainly won't be defeated by ice and snow. Because you've given us so much. That's our treasure, our most precious treasure."

"But that's why my world has lost all its warmth since you left. So, I'm cold, hold me tight."

Moen swallowed hard, then stiffly hugged the girl.

"That's it. After all these years, I've finally felt a little bit of the warmth I deserve."

Just a few words were enough to make Moen sweat profusely and sit up in unease.

The girl, who had buried her face in Moen's arms, breathed heavily against his chest and said:

“You have changed a lot. You are now a mortal. You don’t have the power you used to have, but thankfully you are still you.”

"As long as this remains unchanged, that's enough. It doesn't matter if you're a mortal or the eldest son. We don't need much anyway."

But then, the girl asked softly:

"However, why did you still pick up the Holy Lance? Why, having the Holy Sword and us, would you still choose to embrace the Holy Lance and Rungominiad?"

"Do you want to collect all four sacred artifacts? Or are you simply tired of us and the Holy Sword? Or perhaps you're bored with us because we're not goddesses? And want to conquer the more noble Goddess of Armor?"

"But isn't it all your fault that we can't be goddesses? You made us break the Holy Sword apart, causing us to split up."

Moen swore that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say this was the biggest crisis he had ever faced.

This was even more overwhelming for him than facing all his eldest sons at the same time.

At least when his brothers and sisters actually appeared together, he was just waiting for the new beginning.

Everything is still in his design and planning stage.

That was just a grand stage play.

He was merely a screenwriter who had played a supporting role and was waiting for his curtain call.

Now, he, who had acted like an inhuman being, finally knows what he had done.

It would be fine if he weren't a human being, but the problem is...

Moen is a human being!

"And also, did you really only provoke the Holy Lance? What about the Holy Tree Yggdrasil? What about the lost Holy Grail? And, is it really just the four sacred relics? We've waited for you for so long, I don't believe you only did these things."

One question after another left Moen almost numb.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single question he could answer.

'O Origin Above, I regret it, I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong!'

"Please do not pray to the primordial, this is between us and has nothing to do with the great Creator, your mother."

Upon hearing this, Moen blurted out:

"How do you even know this?"

He doesn't recall giving the three sisters mind-reading abilities!

"How could I not know? You've always been like this, always taking advantage of our love to act recklessly."

"Others may call you a great and selfless person, but we are not others. We have received your kindness and have your love, but we have also been deeply hurt by you."

The girl's allure left Moen with nowhere to hide.

"Can...can you let me go?"

Holding a holy sword, even if it was broken, the invincible god in this collapsing world was utterly defeated and begged for mercy.

"Then I have one last question."

"Of course, just like before, you can choose not to answer. After all, as I said, neither I nor any of us can do anything about you. In fact, I am even thanking the Primordial One for letting you come back."

"Thank Him for finally reminding you that you left us behind and ignored us."

Moen wanted to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead after being told that.

But the girl grabbed it and put it back on herself.

"Don't take it away! How long have you left us here? How long have you been holding me? So, you're not allowed to do anything else until I say let go!"

Moen could only open his mouth and ask:

"So, what's your final question?"

The girl curled herself up even more tightly in his arms.

After a long while, she finally asked:

"Is Lengominiad our prototype? Or are we the prototype of Lengominiad?"

"Also, please forgive me for wanting to ask another question that is really important to me."

Moen, chilled to the bone by that question, could only stammer:

"Excuse me."

"Leaving aside the Holy Grail and the Holy Tree, which do you prefer, the Holy Lance or the Holy Sword?"

O O One, you are putting me on the fire to roast!

The girl sighed and rubbed her cheek against Moen's chest, saying:

"Can't answer again? Fine, then so be it. I can't force you."

"Because I've sadly discovered that I'm finding it increasingly difficult to hate you. I'm becoming more and more attached to this warmth, so much so that as long as you continue to be with me, I can pretend I don't know anything and keep deceiving myself."

The girl's voice was so soft, yet so deeply moving.

Faced with such an endearing young girl, all Moen could do was hold her tightly and say:

“Longominiad is Longominiad. You are not her prototype, and she is not your prototype. You are yourselves.”

“I chose you because I trust you, not because I see you as a substitute or a tool.”

"Only this can I speak frankly and without shame."

Moen spoke these three sentences slowly and carefully, but when it came to the last question...

He didn't know how to answer.

While Moen hesitated, the girl suddenly pulled away from his embrace, then cupped his cheeks again, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed him:

"You don't need to tell me the answer. I'll be happy if you say you like us more, but I'll also wonder if it's because I'm here that you can only say that."

“If you say you prefer the Holy Lance, I will be sad and upset.”

"Of course, I know you, so you'll definitely say I can ask that, but you can't think that way. You'll just tell me we're equally important."

"Am I wrong? But that's not the answer I want. I'm just so conflicted because I'm a woman, a woman who loves you."

The girl had already let go of Moen, but she just wrapped her arms around him and looked at him with a smile:

"Alright, that's enough. Go do what you need to do, but remember not to leave me alone again!"

"Otherwise, I can only continue to wait for you and then forgive you so easily, which would break my heart."

So, is that alright?