Chapter 1326: Hope of Fetal Movement
After learning that Aiwass was released from confinement, Isabel left her official duties and rushed over.
Grandet's engineering team was extremely efficient - this team, which was almost entirely composed of extraordinary people, even built the prototype of a palace in just one week.
Of course, compared to the original Good Lord's Palace, its scale and splendor were certainly far inferior. Even in terms of decoration, it was not as good as the Silver and Tin Palace on Glass Island. But at least it was functional.
During Aiwas's retreat, Isabel, with Sherlock's assistance, quickly assembled the first wave of leadership for Wanning. Although she didn't quite understand the customs of the Parthian people, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing—some things she considered cruel and inhumane were surprisingly considered merciful to the Parthian people.
For example, a ten-hour work system, or a single day off per week...
This cognitive misalignment did not allow Isabel to feel at ease exploiting these former Parthian slaves.
—She still thinks it's wrong.
Today it is just a transition to solve the mess left by the ancient Parthia Kingdom... At least it should allow people to adapt to living in the new environment and get their lives back on track.
Otherwise, if she gave them too much benefit at once, but their quality of life could not be improved immediately due to the lack of infrastructure and chaotic grassroots management... By then, if she wanted to make things difficult for the people of Wanning and make the management stricter again, she would face great resistance.
Isabel today is no longer the little girl who knew nothing in the past.
She didn't even need Sherlock's guidance for this kind of thing; she knew exactly what to do.
Regarding folklore, the "brave" Ismail and the harpy also helped. Amid the people's enthusiasm, the country of Wanning, which brought the "miracle of the green land," quickly formed a new self-identity.
Not only is this the prophesied savior, but he is also the earthly god who has eliminated all good people and forever changed the desert!
Who can resist him? Who dares to resist him? Who is willing to resist him?
The answer is no one.
Just like when Arthur defeated the Giant King and asked Lancelot to establish the Knight Kingdom of Avalon in his own name...
Today, Avalon has been completely incorporated into New Herasil as a region... and after the birth of New Herasil, the new "Avalon" also appeared.
All we can say is that history is indeed cyclical.
"If that's the case... will everything be fine?"
Isabel was half happy and half worried.
Joyfully, Aiwass finally did it—before the deadline!
The worry was because Aiwass looked noticeably weak, which was precisely because the soul-nurturing method, which used the soul as nourishment, led to a weakened soul.
Of course... before coming out of seclusion, Aiwass specially used the fire sacrifice method to recover himself.
Otherwise, the sight of him, covered in wounds and dying, would probably scare Isabel. She might even have nightmares after Aiwass left.
"Tell Grandet I'm going to the southern continent. No matter how his evacuation goes, I've given him enough time."
After snuggling with Isabel for a while and replenishing some energy, Aiwass ruffled Isabel's hair and reminded her, "Don't be too busy... Now that your pregnancy is halfway through, I'm not around, so remember to take care of yourself."
"Ligeia will protect me, and I'm not weak myself..."
Isabel wasn't worried. She just touched her belly and shook her head. "I'm at least a fifth-level transcendent. It won't affect me much."
She even asked back, "Do you need me to go with you? I can borrow Lily's body... Would you feel more at ease with me by your side?"
"I need your wisdom, Lulu."
Aiwass rested his forehead against Isabel and whispered softly, "Wanning is my great achievement in the material world—breaking the abyss, eliminating the thorns of sin, turning the desert into an oasis, turning war into peace, and making things that have not happened in a hundred thousand years come true... This is the realization of miracles, the possibility of the impossible.
“If someone destroys it, it means that ‘miracles cannot ultimately defeat the inertia of history’, which also foreshadows the nihilism of miracles.
"Maintain it for me, okay? I don't have the extra energy to take care of other things and protect Wanning at the same time. I can't stay here forever... Yulia is already doing her best to manage Helasar. You are the only one I can trust."
"Relax, you stupid fox."
Isabel also touched Aiwass's head, gently ruffled his hair, held his face full of divine beauty in her hands, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"...I'm home. Go hunting to your heart's content."
"So reliable, my little princess."
Aiwass smiled and bent down to kiss Isabel.
"She's already the Queen." Isabel grumbled in mock anger.
"Shouldn't it be Sultana?"
As he said this, Aiwass kissed Isabel again.
Isabel was not embarrassed at all. She just hugged Aiwas's head and let his head rest gently on her abdomen.
"Can you hear me?"
She murmured softly, "I can already vaguely feel the rhythm of life."
It was a very slight fetal movement.
But for Aiwass and Isabel, the traces of new life were so clear.
Aiwass closed his eyes quietly and listened to the rhythm of fetal movement at the beginning of life.
For some reason, he felt his eyes were a little sore.
Looking up, I felt as if I was in another world.
...When did he finally realize that he belonged to this world?
Was it when Yulia called him "brother" in a soft voice?
Was it the scarf that the old queen gave to him?
Was it when he was in the Round Table Hall and said, "Gentlemen, please take your seats as ordered"?
Was it when he and Isabel got married with everyone's blessings?
...Or, are these all?
And now, Aiwass once again clearly realized this -
“It’s great to be alive.”
Aiwass sighed softly.
As long as you keep living, a miracle may happen.
He wanted to survive so badly, to break through the veil of nothingness.
He wanted so much to defeat the apocalypse and witness the birth of his child.
He was thinking so, so...
Such hope.
——It was an unprecedented desire to survive, and a thriving power like the rising sun.
That is...
The power of love.
The storyteller from the path of creation, the path of the solo dancer under the moon.
——Is this the love that transcends "instinct"?
Thinking so, Aiwass gently hugged Isabel.
Love always makes people fly upwards like sparks and climb up as steadily as the rising sun.
When Aiwass stood up again, he was full of determination.
(End of this chapter)
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