"Swish~"
With a jet-black body like countless stars and a star-like body with white outlines that glowed faintly, it turned the pages of the document, making the sound of pages turning.
Meanwhile, Milian Milian was also flipping through the noteworthy information... mainly the parts related to God. She suddenly realized that it was possible to find some clues related to calamity in the documents of the Holy Kingdom.
When Ira came last time, he brought with him an astral body that he called "an outsider who wants to seek refuge with you," which really startled Mylian Milian. However, he soon discovered that the astral body did not actually have any malicious intent.
These past few days, Astral has been reading here, and I occasionally ask him some questions.
Overall, it didn't feel much different from usual.
"Pope, you are a great man."
As the astral body praised Milian, she continued, "Your views on gods and humans are quite unique. The moral values of gods are similar to those of mortals... If the world is destroyed, you could consider seeking refuge in the astral plane."
Milian shook her head almost immediately at the suggestion of astral bodies, saying with a smile, "No need... because the world will definitely be saved, and will certainly be saved."
Mylian Miriam looked up at the light streaming through the stained-glass windows, her voice filled with determination and awareness: "Every time I look up, I try to seek revelation... not to run away."
As she said this, Milian looked at the thoughtful Astral Body and said, "I coughed up blood and fell into a coma so that everyone could be saved. If only I or only the Theocracy escaped... such a future would never exist."
Milen spoke these words with unwavering conviction, because they were not mere platitudes...
If everyone can leave the main plane, then Milian will definitely be the one who wants to make sure that "no one is left behind." Even if there is only one terminally ill old man who cannot escape successfully, he will never allow them to give up.
Of course, Mylian isn't a saint, and she won't ruin everyone's escape plan because of this... She'll just give up her place to the old man, because he is Mylian Miriam, nothing more.
...
The astral body gave him a serious look, then nodded and stopped discussing the matter... It seemed to feel something stirring within it, beginning to realize that mortals could be just as great as gods.
Mylian exemplified her beliefs through her actions...
The gods gave up their own hope of living for the sake of the world itself, and Milian's greatness in this respect has definitely reached the level of the gods... The astral body believes that it cannot do that.
To gravitate towards the gods, to inherit their will, and to demonstrate sublimity.
Astral Body felt he had no connection to these things, but he still wanted to try... even if it was just for a moment, he wanted to become that kind of being.
"Let me know if you need my help."
"Hmm? Hmm... Thank you, Astral Body."
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Contrary to popular belief, the distinction between the "Matter Plane," "Planet," and "Demiplane" lies in their hierarchical and nepotistic relationships, and has nothing to do with the size of the specific world.
The reason why the Prime Material Plane is called the Prime Material Plane is because the existence of things like the so-called "demiplanes" is based on the continued existence of the Prime Material Plane.
Whether it's the traveling merchant's carriage, which appears much larger inside than from the outside, or the special plane where the Three Towers are located, or the demiplane prison beneath the Demon King's castle... they are all types of demiplanes.
In other words...
"Cough cough cough... If we choose to escape to the demiplane... cough cough cough, the demiplane will collapse the moment the main plane is destroyed... and many of the known planes are not suitable for us to relocate the world."
Chiara Rudnev coughed as she spoke, flipping through the data in her hand, saying, "There aren't many suitable worlds to choose from, cough cough cough... worlds that can barely support a large number or large-sized portals are..."
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
"..."
"Instructor Kiara, are you really alright?"
Vera asked with some concern, looking at the coughing Chiara, "Although you look a little better than when we were in school, what's wrong? If it's some kind of strange illness, Ira should be able to help, right?"
As Vera spoke, and other students who were also looking over with concerned glances, Chiara, as always, tapped Vera's head with the rolled-up documents in her hand.
"I've said it many times, I just have a sore throat."
Yes, that's what Instructor Kiara always says when others ask, and she's used this method to brush off Ira many times... To this day, her health condition remains a mystery.
But no matter how you look at it, it's impossible to believe that Chiara simply has a sore throat.
After all, no sore throat lasts for so many years, and besides... when Ira asks if she's feeling better, she replies with something like "much better."
In this respect, Chiara Rudnev is much more stubborn than one might imagine.
No matter what her students tried to say next, she sternly brushed them off... and almost all of them were attacked on the head with rolled-up paper, so the matter could only be hastily concluded.
My current job is indeed very busy, and I don't have time to keep getting distracted like this.
However, just as everyone began another round of work, while they were still selecting suitable worlds for escape, a familiar voice appeared behind Vera—
"Instructor Kiara... you'd better not force yourself. You're the headmistress of the White Tower now, you know~"
Suddenly, Ira appeared in the room, holding a large stack of parchment scrolls just like Chiara. He said, "If you can guarantee that it's no problem, then it doesn't matter."
In other words, Ira is now reminding Instructor Kiara that if she collapses due to illness, it won't just be her own problem... everyone needs to be considered.
Although this was just Ira's rhetoric, and he was actually concerned about his mentor's health, there was no doubt that Kiara was very receptive to it.
"..."
Clearly, Kiara fell silent...
Then, shaking her head and sighing softly, she slowly began to reveal the secret she had kept hidden for countless years. The very first sentence made Ira realize something—
"Okay, actually... I was coughing because of a loud noise that made my head throb..."
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