Huh? Are they all real?.

The hummingbird placed the small boat on the calm pond water, and then she looked at the boat and said:

"like this."

The hummingbird raised its hand and gently stirred the water, causing the small boat to sway with the ripples.

"Do you understand? For us, a mother is a much more exaggerated figure than this."

As the hummingbird recounted, she then forcefully lifted the boat, turning the ripples into waves, and the small boat sank to the bottom.

"Moreover, that's not just a simple expression of emotion. Even if it were your promise, it would still make Mother very unhappy."

"Because betrayal is betrayal after all. Swords that can harm their masters are unqualified weapons, let alone a bunch of toys that can't even be considered weapons."

Finally, the hummingbird asked itself a question and answered it:

"My dear brother, would you keep toys that might harm your child in their room?"

"No, even if the child makes repeated requests, you will only agree temporarily, and then slowly, without being noticed, change everything in the future."

The pool water had disappeared, along with the small boat that had long since sunk to the bottom.

The eldest sons who participated in the betrayal all rolled into the dust of history when the last remaining useful eye died.

Even hummingbirds, long ago, have become what they are today—mere creatures with the memories of hummingbirds.

She is a hummingbird, yet she is not a hummingbird.

If I had to describe it, it would be like toys from the same batch from the same manufacturer.

They have the same function, the same appearance, and everything about them is exactly the same.

But can you say that she is the one who was carefully placed in the house before?

No!

Moen felt his mouth was dry.

He received far more than he could have imagined today.

The hummingbird patted her dress and continued talking.

"You might wonder why your mother would do this even though she knew you wouldn't like it."

"On this point, all I can say is..."

The distortion that had occurred before reappeared on the hummingbird, but this time it only lasted for a moment before returning to normal.

"All I can say is that this is the difference between your mother and all those goddesses of yours."

"They will always follow your arrangements. Even if there are occasional differences, they will only be minor issues. The only thing that will truly go against your wishes is that you will leave. Otherwise, everything will be done according to your plan."

"Of course, they have to know first. You've already left quietly many times without their knowledge, haven't you?"

Moen remained silent.

Because he really didn't know how to answer the hummingbird.

“But Mother is different from your goddesses. They are puppets of the iron law of the God-King, but Mother is not.”

“A mother has her own thoughts and understanding. She respects your ideas, but she won’t become your puppet. So, a mother will get angry about this and will respond in her own way.”

"Anyway, this world is a creation of the mother. Everything comes from the mother's grace."

"It's like if someone gave you life, soul, identity, and experiences, then isn't it right for them to take it back?"

"If it were anyone else, this could be called sophistry. After all, no matter how capable a person is, can they arrange everything for another person's entire life? But not my mother. My mother truly gave me everything!"

"So even if Mother really destroys everything, Mother has done nothing wrong."

The hummingbird spread its arms wide and emphasized very seriously to Moen:

"That's just taking back everything she gave me. Besides, Mother didn't take everything back. Mother still mercifully allowed the souls of her eldest sons to go to the Promised Land. She still allowed this world to continue. She still allowed you to cut off the erroneous history that led to its end."

The hummingbird, having lowered its hands, placed them on its hips and quietly looked at Moen, asking:

"You mean?"

Moen lowered his head and said:

"I, I don't know."

"What's there to not know? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

The hummingbird tilted its head and looked at Moen, asking:

"Wasn't Mother the one who created all of this?"

"The original one is undoubtedly so."

"Then didn't their mother give them everything?"

"I think that's beyond doubt."

The hummingbird smiled, then withdrew its hands, tightened its belt, and said:

"Then what other problems are there? Mother did nothing wrong!"

Moen shook his head sadly and said:

"I know, but, but, I just feel like this isn't right."

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's just that your thinking is a bit flawed, so don't worry about it. There's no need to waste any time on it."

The hummingbird seemed to be in a good mood, as she softly hummed an ancient lullaby. She even raised a hand to tidy her hair, which didn't need any styling.

However, to her surprise, Moen suddenly said:

"Perhaps, I am the one who is wrong?"

“Yes, there’s something wrong with your thinking. Destruction, death, none of it is wrong or incorrect in the eyes of the mother.”

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, perhaps all the mistakes were made by me?"

Gradually, the doubt turned into certainty.

"If no one else is at fault, then the only one who can be at fault is myself."

“I treated it all as a game, creating everything with a playful attitude. It may seem like I was trying to redeem myself, but in reality, I was just cleaning up the consequences of my own actions.”

The hummingbird frowned slightly.

"There's no need to say that, is there? They chose to betray them themselves, so what does it have to do with you?"

"They are, but what about you? What about them? This isn't fair to you."

Moen looked up at the somewhat bewildered hummingbird and said:

"You, no, you're not yourself anymore. I've made you not yourself anymore, and you still think that's right?"

The hummingbird forced a smile:

"What are you talking about? Didn't I say that all of this was for you? And me? What's wrong with what happened to me? Besides, didn't I also participate in the banquet that killed you?"

“In that case, there is nothing wrong with what I did, because my mother had the right to do so, and you don’t need to think about me, because I did do it. So I deserve to be punished.”

The hummingbird spread its arms and circled around Moen to show itself off.

“Look, aren’t I much better than the other brothers? At least I still have ‘me’ here, while they don’t even have that.”

Her spin was interrupted by Moen:

"But you are not a hummingbird. I don't mean to deny your existence, but you are indeed not a hummingbird."

"And what about them? I chose them not because of love, but because I needed them as a leading lady."

"This is not fair to them, because just because I chose them, I disrupted the trajectory of their lives and forcibly bound them into the tragedy I had already written, tormenting them to this day."

"Even now, I don't know if it will end peacefully."

"You are indeed wrong about that."

For some reason, the hummingbird was suddenly certain of this.

But it was also for this reason that Moen looked at her and said:

"So, I'm the one who's wrong. Maybe I shouldn't even exist?"

"how come!!!"

The hummingbird's call suddenly rose in pitch.

"How could you be wrong? Mother isn't wrong, and neither are you. The only ones who are wrong are a group of completely insignificant people. Why care about them and their thoughts?"

“We are nothing more than things that a mother can create at any time, so why do you pour so much emotion into us?”

“My mother could create countless identical copies of me if she wanted to. Of course, this includes everything else.”

"So don't waste your emotions on these trivial things."

"We are toys, nothing more."

"People can have favorite toys, and they can like them so much that they wish they could be with them every day, but people cannot fall in love with toys."

"Toys will always be toys; toys can never replace people."

"Toys shouldn't receive excessive love either."

"If you've made any mistakes, this is the only one."

The hummingbird's call gradually changed from a passionate tone to a calm statement.

But at that moment, Moen, standing opposite the hummingbird, stared blankly at it and said:

"You're not her?"

The hummingbird, puzzled, laughed:

"Didn't I say that I only possess all the 'things' of a hummingbird?"

Moen pointed at her and seriously denied it:

"No, you're not even that! You are..."

Looking at Moen, who had already realized what was happening.

Before he actually reveals the truth.

She raised her finger, gesturing for Moen to remain silent:

"Since you've guessed it, then don't say it out loud."

"why?"

She smiled as she lowered her finger from her lips:

"Because I also have to save face, so how did she find out? Because I said too many things that she shouldn't have said?"

Moen looked at her with a wry smile and said:

"Is it because you didn't intentionally let me see a flaw?"

When she was not herself, her image was distorted for only a moment.

Then, she changed her way of addressing Moen from "you" to "you".

"You noticed."

Moen still couldn't let go of the goddess in his arms.

Firstly, they didn't want to leave her in this place full of ruins.

Secondly, at this moment, Moen felt that he needed someone he could rely on.

Although this was only a body that Air had once possessed, and not Air himself.

But for Moen right now, that's enough.

"why?"

"what?"

When Moen asked her question, she seemed to know the answer, but she just chuckled and asked back.

She wanted to hear it from Moen himself.

"Why would you not want me to know, yet deliberately leave me with obvious clues? This doesn't seem like it's for amusement, so what is it?"

She repeatedly tilted her head from one direction to another.