Thump—

The Archimedes bell at the Papal Court of the Church of Light struck twelve times.

The believers who came to participate in the 'Holy Spirit Day' prayed devoutly with their eyes closed.

The Pope of Light wore a solemn and magnificent golden papal robe, a holy crown of light on his head, and held a scepter of light.

"The Lord dwells eternally in the Holy Land, but bestows light upon the mortal realm..."

His Holiness the Pope calmly read the "New Holy Scripture." Two Knights of Light, each of the Domain Rank, stood on either side of him.

However, the two figures clad in pure white armor of light were completely unaware of the two people standing in the last shadow of the sanctuary—

The pointy-eared elf wearing a crown of golden laurel branches said in her usual sarcastic tone, "It should have been like this a long time ago. 'Noble' gods should dwell in the divine court forever."

"Their greatest contribution to the world is that they do not interfere in the affairs of the mortal realm."

The man next to him had half his face completely hidden in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

Beneath the holy emblem, the Pope continued to recite the New Holy Scriptures in a steady, deliberate manner.

Finally, the man in the shadows spoke, but there was no response, not even a simple "hmm".

With a gentle swipe of his black-gloved hand, a hidden spatial portal opened, but the spatial fluctuations seemed to be locked in the shadows.

The two knights of light on the sacred platform were completely unaware.

Fisher-Nankey was already used to the 'widowed brother-in-law's' silence.

Since that person left... Arthur Saint Dragon has never uttered a single word.

Fisher-Nankey seemed to have gotten used to it; whenever he was around this man, he had to talk to himself like a madman.

Fisheron closed his eyes. "I have a sweet and soft wife and an adorable daughter. Why bother arguing with this guy?"

When he opened his eyes again, he felt he could continue to endure it.

Maintaining his smile and in good spirits, the Elf King followed behind the only walking true god in the world.

Passing through the portal, the two returned to the Platinum Temple in Emerald City.

Nowadays, no ordinary people walk here.

An endless, mysterious forest surrounds the central city, and apart from the reclusive Tankar elves, this place has become a 'forbidden zone for mortals'.

Because the last true God who can walk freely in the world is here.

The tall man walked slowly to the lonely, high-backed chair.

Fisher-Nankey: "My little one's 106th birthday is coming up soon. I know you won't be there, but my dear wife insisted that I invite you. Anyway, I've sent the invitation."

Fisher-Nankey checked the time.

Very well, it's been 1 hour, 3 minutes, and 12 seconds since he left his 'treasures'. He's going home now and will weld his eyes fixed on his wife and kids.

There are suspicious rumors that his beloved daughter may be getting ready to fall in love.

His beloved darling is only 106 years old, and some audacious scoundrel actually tried to seduce her.

Thinking about it, the handsome Elf King's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, his cold smile making him look like he could play a psychopathic killer in a theater at any moment.

"good."

The deep voice of the man on the throne interrupted Fisheranaki's '1001 Ways to Cook a Fake Son-in-Law'.

"What?"

“This year,” said the old friend, who sat as still as a statue on his throne, “I will go.”

The Elf King, whose mind was entirely focused on preventing the 'wild boars' from rooting up his domesticated cabbages, finally spared a sliver of attention for Arthur.

He thought about it for a moment and then understood.

"Are you leaving?"

Arthur knew he would leave this world sooner or later.

But the problem is time.

Once, so many gods longed to leave this world and see the mysterious otherworld, but in the end, after six eras, only one left this world.

And the few words left behind by that person... In short, the 'Outer Realms' are a terrifying existence.

Fishernaki thought Arthur would leave in 1000 years, or perhaps in a year later...

In short, it won't be that short a time.

How long has it been since...?

Fisherenaki frowned disapprovingly. "You're leaving? Going to find her?"

"Are you crazy? Do you know how far that road is? What stands between you is not just the gap between lower and higher planes, but more importantly, the danger of 'outer gods,' those gods born from planes of higher level than ours. Do you think you can defeat them?"

"In their eyes, you might just be a delicious little snack."

"Years ago, the God of Light did not want to leave this world and escape the 'destiny's' prophecy of destruction..."

All the words that could be said came to an abrupt end in that calm, overlooking gaze.

The two sides stared at each other in silence.

Fishernaki sighed softly. "Alright, if you're sure you're strong enough."

Arthur slowly closed his blue eyes.

"This will be," perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, or perhaps because he had lost the desire to communicate with others, "the last time we'll meet."

"I will, and I will bring a gift."

...

One month later.

The former Tankar Forest, now known as the 'Forest of Gods,' is now home to beautiful, long-legged elves who flit through the lush greenery like busy little bees.

They wove festive ribbons with flowers and vines, decorating the entire Tankar royal court.

Today is their 106th birthday, 'Tankar Gem'.

For immortal beings, 106 years old is like a flower just beginning to bloom at dawn; it has just matured and has a long life ahead of it.

"Eriak, go up a little higher... Yes, yes, that's it, perfect!"

A banner woven by elves, with a line of Elvish script on it that roughly translates to: Celebrating our beautiful princess's 106th birthday!

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