Death, Jehovah.

A very low-profile but powerful deity that beings cannot ignore, yet are unwilling to mention.

Legend has it that He dwells in the Bone Fortress of the Underworld and is revered as the Lord of the End of All Things.

At least in the epics that Li Aili had read, the god of death, Jehovah, never stepped out of His castle of bones, nor did he participate in the conflicts of the gods.

In my memory, this was a very powerful but reclusive god.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'problem'...?" Li Aili asked hesitantly.

Panticillin pondered for a moment, “They believe that Death has fallen, and that His divinity has been lost.”

Li Aili's eyes widened.

Just then, the entire temple began to shake.

Panticillin looked up at the crumbling temple dome. "Time is running out."

Li Aili felt herself waking up from a dream and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Presumably, Panticillin didn't come to deliver an 'intelligence package' to her in the middle of the night.

Panticillin then cut to the chase, “The matter I wish to ask of you, madam, concerns the ‘Boundary Gate’.”

"It's a bit complicated to explain in detail..."

The temple trembled more and more violently.

"In short, some people are spreading rumors in the mortal world that are not good for me."

This has created some obstacles for me in mastering 'omnipotence' and going to guard the 'Gateway'.

Li Aili: "..."

Rumble—

The temple collapsed, and Li Aili was awakened by the sudden feeling of falling.

"Huff, huff—" Li Aili suddenly sat up.

An arcane nightlight cast a soft orange glow on the bedside table. Arthur, already awake, instinctively pulled Li Aili into his arms. "Is it them?"

His voice was as cold as the snow-capped mountains of the North that never melt.

Li Aili then realized what was happening and quickly hugged her lover back, whispering to comfort him, "No, don't be nervous, it's Panticillin."

"Panticillin?"

The Duke relaxed his tense muscles and squeezed Li Aili's hand with displeasure. "What? Is the new god too idle? Do we need to find Him something to do?"

Li Aili: "..."

Li Aili rubbed her slightly throbbing forehead. "No, He has encountered some trouble and needs our help."

"But in return, Panticillin told me some information about the divine realm."

“My dear, Panticillin says that Death Jehovah has fallen, and that Death’s divine nature has been lost.”

The Duke leaned against the headboard, half of his face shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Also, the god of fate has gone mad."

“Darling,” Arthur said, “we’ll discuss this again tomorrow morning.”

Li Aili was indeed very sleepy. She yawned and crawled back into bed.

Arthur turned off the nightlight and waited until the breathing beside him became long and even before gently lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

The Duke walked out of the bedroom with a grim expression, and a few steps later, the butler appeared behind him, hurriedly putting on his butler's uniform.

The old housekeeper hurriedly got up, his appearance unusually less than perfect.

“Your Highness.” Conrad followed a step behind Arthur.

The shadow beneath the Duke's feet twisted and expanded wildly, as if the shadow demons hidden within were scrambling to escape.

Conrad glanced at the wildly writhing 'shadow,' and the last trace of sleepiness in his eyes vanished.

Upon entering the study, the Duke sat down at his desk.

Conrad stood aside, waiting for instructions.

About a minute later, the Duke took out a key. "Conrad, go to the storeroom and get 'that'."

For a fleeting moment, Conrad's eyes turned into demonic vertical pupils, but he quickly lowered his head and reached out to take the ancient key.

The basement of the Emerald Castle was used as a warehouse.

The innermost rooms of Li Aili were used by the Duke to store his private collection.

The innermost room contained only one item.

It was this very room that Conrad didn't have the key to.

The old butler walked to the door of the innermost room and stood there for a rare moment, lost in thought.

Then, he slowly inserted the gold key in his hand into the door lock, and with a 'click', the door opened.

The spacious room was empty, because it contained only one item—the genealogy scroll of the Holy Dragon family.

The old butler reached out with slightly trembling hands and picked up the family genealogy that had been sealed away for a thousand years...

Conrad returned to his study.

The Duke leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, like a sharp sword about to be drawn.

“Your Highness.” Conrad put the things down.

The dragon-like nictitating membrane opened, revealing clear blue eyes.

He reached out and untied the ribbon tied to the ancient family tree, slowly unfolding the scroll filled with the glory and sorrow of the Holy Dragon family.

The scroll depicts a large tree, but all its branches are withered.

At the tip of each withered branch lies a fallen fruit.

Names are written beneath these withered fruits.

【Victor Holy Dragon】

【Gianluca the Holy Dragon】

【Mishiore Holy Dragon】

...

Then—at the very end of the scroll—the ancient tree had only one branch with lush green leaves and half a glossy fruit on it.

It's said to be half a fruit because the other half of this fruit has withered.

And the name beneath this fruit is 'Arthur Holy Dragon'.

Next to this fruit are two shriveled fruits, one with 'Albert Holy Dragon' written on it and the other with 'Anniana Holy Dragon' written on it.

Upon seeing Aniana's shriveled fruit, Arthur closed his eyes.

The old butler's eyes betrayed surprise, but it quickly turned into indifference.

He simply couldn't feel any positive emotions towards the owner of this name.

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