Huh? Are they all real?.

He simply frowned and squatted down to examine Eve's injuries.

Just as they initially anticipated.

Eve, who carries the remains of the Holy One, is invincible.

However, that is based on the premise that the 'holy remains' she retrieved are complete.

Now, Eve's body is completely unharmed.

Except for her only missing right hand.

The injury to his right hand was so severe that even the most curious people were wondering why the hand still retained its 'form'.

That means it broke literally.

It's like a piece of porcelain covered in cracks frozen in time before it shatters completely.

This leads one to believe that her soul is likely the same.

"It's only one piece away from being complete, but is it still so far from being a true deity?"

The horned man talking to himself reminded him of what he had seen before.

The unstoppable Holy Lance vanished without a trace before her left hand.

After confirming that this scene was indeed real, the protagonist nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Fortunately, the Holy Remains did not disappoint. The only problem is that the container is really bad."

"But that's not a problem, because we've already reached 'behind the door'."

Looking at the antagonist who completely ignored him because his older sister wasn't there.

The little girl still mustered up her courage and asked:

"Uncle, how is my older sister?"

Only then did the horned man's gaze fall upon the little girl.

After staring for a moment, the horned man laughed:

“She’s fine, and she’ll be whole again soon. But you, little one, I have a question for you.”

The horned man with a kind smile on his lips squatted down in front of the little girl from a different angle:

"Little one, can you stay with your big sister all the time?"

"I really want to do this, but my older sister doesn't seem to want me to keep following her."

Faced with the horned man's question, the little guy couldn't help but lower his head.

Eve wanted her to leave, and she knew that.

But where else could she go?

The little girl obviously couldn't answer this overly profound question.

The horned man patted her head even more gently and said:

"It's okay, you can stay if you want, because she hasn't been trying to get rid of you, has she?"

Finally, the horned man added two more sentences in his mind:

For that ridiculous hypocrisy.

'For that shameful selfishness.'

"really?"

The little girl was clearly overjoyed, but soon she remembered what was really important:

"But Uncle, you said my older sister would be alright, so why can't we wake her up? My mom said that if someone can't be woken up, then they'll never wake up again!"

The horned man smiled and ruffled the little girl's hair, saying:

"Don't worry, little one, your mother isn't always right either. She's just passing on her own misconceptions to you."

After speaking, the horned man stood up and looked at the vast snowfield in front of him.

After gazing at her for a moment, the horned man grabbed Eve's right hand.

That was the only place I could cut myself.

However, after glancing at the cracks where blood was seeping everywhere...

The horned man chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"There's no need to cut it open, just use it directly."

Amid the little girl's unease, she saw the horned man make a choice similar to Moen's.

That is to throw a tree branch into the sky.

The only difference is that the horned people here stained the branches with Eve's blood before throwing them.

As the branch fell to the ground.

The direction the horned people needed was thus indicated.

It's right in front of them!

That's where the last right hand is located.

Upon seeing this, the Horned Man immediately carried the unconscious Eve on his back and headed towards the final piece of the puzzle.

-

Having bid farewell to Aber, Moen has arrived at the ruins Aber had mentioned.

In that city, Moen discovered that Mr. Conan had been taken to the central courtyard.

So Moen came to this ancient battlefield ruins on his way.

Of course, you could also say that this is an unavoidable issue.

In any case, if you go to the central courtyard, you will definitely pass by the ruins that cover the entire Mount Babylon.

Looking at the still lifelike giant in front of me.

Moen was certain that they were the pure-blooded giants created by the Primal One.

It is a perfect life, like that of Gu Long.

Immortal, powerful, wise.

"But this would completely mess up the timeline."

After confirming the other party's identity, Moen rubbed his temples in exasperation.

What could possibly cause the long-extinct pure-blooded giants and other mythical creatures, which are also in decline, to appear here on such a scale?

The timeline of this world should indeed be after the Age of Gods.

Completely bewildered by the situation, Moen finally sighed and left.

If you don't understand it, then don't do it for now.

Go directly to the central courtyard and find Mr. Conan.

Tell him to quickly send a message to the goddesses to avoid any major trouble later.

Moen, with a long face, continued forward.

It's unclear whether it was to appease Moen or simply because the time had come.

In the first rays of sunlight after the blizzard subsided, the clear sound of a piano pierced the silence.

The E-flat minor chord is the opening of this piece.

Its main melody is the bright scale of F major and the chromatic scale of temporary modulation.

This piece is full of cheerful and uplifting sounds.

Just hearing it fills one with hope and strength.

However, for some reason, deep within the melody, it seems to be filled with sadness.

This piece of music is certainly not unfamiliar to people all over the world.

Because they listened to this piece of music their whole lives.

From birth to death, the goddess's ceaseless chanting accompanied them.

As for Moen...

This is also familiar.

Because this is a tune from my hometown.

On the white snowfield, among countless ancient corpses.

Like those corpses, they are travelers who do not belong to this world.

It was frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped.

They were completely unable to move.

Just like seeing Abel reminded me of the century-old promise I made with him.

After hearing this piece of music in person.

Moen also recalled more things related to the piece of music.

-

Each key was personally selected from three different pieces, and the same applied to other components such as the pinblock and soundboard.

This is a very energy-consuming process.

But compared to all of this, the time spent recreating all of this is far longer.

Even at the very beginning, I myself thought it was unlikely to succeed.

Unexpectedly, I succeeded.

He successfully created the piano, known as the king of musical instruments, in this faraway land!

After gently plucking a few notes, he...

The crisp sound even reminded him of a hummingbird.

If there's one thing about my younger sister that everyone praises, it's definitely her singing voice.

According to Hummingbird herself, she sang it as a tribute to herself and her mother.

That's how he developed a singing voice that surprised many of his brothers.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

But it was also at this time.

A similarly clear voice rang out from behind:

"You said you had prepared a gift for me, so this is it?"

He didn't turn back.

Because I had seen her many times before, this was just an insignificant scene in my daily life.

There was no need to specifically look back at her.

Of course, it's also possible that they're afraid.

He simply continued to pluck the strings of the piano.

Let that beautiful yet melody-less sound play.

"Is this a musical instrument? I've never seen such a large instrument before, but there's no denying that it sounds amazing, and I can sense that its potential is far beyond anyone's comprehension."

A pair of frost-covered hands emerged from behind him.

It then landed on the piano keys.

Unlike his own casual handling, the owner of these hands went through all of them once.

It immediately produced a pleasant sound.

"Yes, it's wonderful. This gift really exceeded my expectations."