“Let me show you what happened during the two regressions.”
Prache approached and gripped my neck tightly. I met his abnormal gaze while being choked.
“!”
It was a horrifying sensation that made me feel like my soul was being pulled out somewhere. As I squeezed my eyes shut in agony, instead of darkness, a familiar scene unfolded.
A distant past I had seen before in bits. It was the timeline right after Prache had sealed the gods.
“I had to seal them because of the unwritten rule created by the primordial god: ‘A god cannot kill another god,” Prache’s voice echoed in my mind.
At the same time, his thoughts and emotions flowed into me. When the seal began to loosen over time, Prache grew anxious.
“If I can’t kill them with my own hands, I must eliminate them by borrowing someone else’s.”
What was needed was a body that wouldn’t crumble upon contact with divine power, a body from another world that wouldn’t react to it.
Finally, Prache found the most suitable body to contain his divine power in another world. It was Yenna.
Prache summoned Yenna using a forbidden power.
“After using this forbidden power, I needed time to recover.”
As Prache lay low, someone started causing problems for him. Yenna was being tailed by a man when she tried to retrieve the sealing stones.
On a dark night, Yenna brutally murdered an old man who refused to hand over the sealing stone.
But the item she stole turned out to be, “What the? It’s just a piece of rock.”
As she turned away without hesitation, two shadows trailed her. When the shadows discovered each other, they were startled.
A beautiful man with brilliant blond hair and red eyes. And a lovely woman with soft brown hair and the same pink eyes as mine.
They were my mother and father.
In the past, the two met like this and fell in love at first sight.
A prince tracking the Saint’s suspicious actions, and a physician who had witnessed the murder scene by chance. They joined forces to pursue the Saint, eventually discovering that Prache was behind it all.
Yenna tried to kill them when they learned the truth but ended up ruining herself.
“Since I couldn’t find another body as suitable as Yenna’s, I had no choice but to use the forbidden power again, even though my body hadn’t fully recovered.”
Prache decided to turn back the time once again.
For that, he needed to offer a soul as a sacrifice.
“Fortunately, a vengeful spirit was wandering the earth. It kept begging to be allowed to take revenge.”
A voice full of malice echoed, “Please, anyone! Let me take revenge. I’ll give you anything you want,” said Asta.
Prache responded to Asta’s intense and bitter malice.
“Even if the price is your soul?”
“Yes. I’ll give it to you.”
The hands of the clock turned back… To the original timeline of the story.
The first thing Prache did after regressing was remove his future obstacle. He incited a rebellion, kidnapped my father, and put a curse on him.
Then, using those around him, he made my father and my mother suffer.
Just like in my past life, my parents fell in love at first sight.
When my mother became pregnant, the pope informed the emperor. My mother had to leave my father’s side, fleeing in fear.
After giving birth to me, my mother performed biological experiments on herself, trying to cure my genetic disease, and died. My father was later killed by Asta.
Prache showed me all of this.
It was so cruel and enraging that my whole body trembled. I wanted to make Prache pay for what he had done. But I couldn’t speak, let alone move.
Before my eyes, Asta appeared, glaring at Yenna as if she was about to kill her.
Prache spoke bitterly.
“This time, Asta was the problem.”
Prache tried to get rid of Asta, who had outlived her usefulness. But the hatred she harbored for Yenna was too strong.
Meanwhile, Yenna, whose soul had been damaged during the regression, repeated her foolish actions from the original timeline, and was eventually killed by Asta.
“In the end, I had to start all over again.”
Prache used Yenna’s broken soul as a sacrifice and regressed once more.
Yenna’s already damaged soul had completely shattered. To maintain her body, Prache brought Seo Dajong.
“But to think another obstacle would appear in this life as well,” Prache muttered.
With that, I was brought back to the present where Prache was suffocating me.
He coldly stared at me as I struggled, then suddenly smiled ominously.
“But it turns out you weren’t an obstacle after all!”
He traced my cheek with his other hand.
“Remember when you bled because of the dying pope? That was me. I was curious about what would happen if I used someone like you, full of divine power, as a sacrifice. That’s why I tasted your blood back then.”
I recalled the pope’s overly soft, youthful hands.
They were the same hands that had touched my cheek.
‘So, that was Prache?’
Prache sneered as he spoke, “As I expected, your body, which adapted to divine power, is the most suitable for me. Not just as a sacrifice, but also as a vessel to contain me.”
“!”
“I’ll borrow your body to eliminate the sealed gods and become the one and only god.”
“I won’t… let that happen…”
“Oh, you will allow it. Because if you don’t, your father and uncle will become actual corpses.”
I barely moved my eyes to look at Dad and Prince Patrick.
Seo Dajong was standing next to them, laughing hysterically.
‘The time has come.’
I clenched my fist in determination. I was wearing a ring adorned with a red gem. It was a gift from Brantley.
“Make a contract with me- Wait, what’s this?”
At that moment, Prache pulled something out of my possession. He grinned so widely that his lips nearly touched his ears.
“What an interesting thing you have here.”
In his hand was the Koch’s Medical Book.
“So, this was Grouzer’s final act of desperation. He transformed the sealing stone into the form of a book and hid inside it. And to think it ended up in Koch’s hands.”
His icy blue eyes darkened, “Here lies that b*stard’s ‘temple,’ isn’t it?”
Suddenly, flames erupted from the book and the book started to burn.
‘The records that my mother left behind…!’
Though I had already memorized all its contents, watching my mother’s legacy vanish before my eyes was unbearable.
I twisted the ring on my finger.
Thud!
With that, a girl struck Prache’s hand, knocking the book from his grasp. At the same time, Prache’s grip on my neck loosened.
Taking advantage of the moment, she pulled me away from Prache.
Prache’s face twisted in shock when he saw it was Seo Dajong.
“Are you insane? Why are you doing this…!”
With empty eyes, Seo Dajong looked at my father and Prince Patrick. Then, as if awakening from a spell, clarity returned to their eyes.
Seo Dajong had broken the mind control spell.
“What are you doing?”
Prache grabbed Seo Dajong by the throat with the hand that had released me.
Seo Dajong gasped, suddenly looking around in confusion, “How… how did this… I didn’t mean to… Aah!”
She screamed as Dad, now conscious, pointed his sword at both Prache and Seo Dajong.
At last, Prache seemed to grasp what had happened and glared at me.
“How did you use this girl to break their mind control?”
“If you can control someone who has tasted another’s blood, then you can reverse the spell to control the blood’s owner as well.”
Prache’s face filled with rage and disbelief.
“How do you know that?”
I kept my lips sealed and didn’t respond.
“There are two types of blood-based mind control spells. One is the spell His Highness, the prince, was under. The other controls the blood’s owner.”
It was Brantley who had taught me this. He was also the one who provided the spell’s formula. Though Brantley couldn’t recall how he had learned this, I suspected Grouser had something to do with it.
But I stopped thinking about that. I didn’t want to believe Brantley was Grouser’s reincarnation.
Either way, we still had plenty of the chocolates that Prince Patrick had given to my father. From those chocolates, I had extracted Yenna’s— now Seo Dajong’s— blood.
‘And I placed Seo Dajong’s blood inside this ring I’m wearing.’
The blood was stored within the red gem on the ring.
By wearing the ring, I cast the spell that allowed me to control the blood’s owner. That was how I managed to break the mind control over my father and Prince Patrick.
Prache glared at me, “No matter how hard you struggle, it’s useless. You’re nothing but a mere human!”
“But if we join forces, we might be able to leave a scar on you, don’t you think?”
At the sound of the voice, Prache looked up.
Prince Patrick who had opened the door. Through the door, Todd, Natu, and Aite appeared. Brantley was with them as well.
At Todd’s comment, Natu shrugged, “It might be more than just a little scar.”
“If only the seal had been fully broken, I’d have snapped that b*stard’s neck by now,” Aite ground her teeth in frustration.
“In exchange for scarring me, you might die—!”
Prache, who had been confidently shouting, suddenly looked at me.
His blue eyes wavered.
The reason Prache had needed to retreat for recovery was because of me. My divine power had gravely injured him.
And it could happen again.
‘If Prache is wounded by the attack of the sealed god and then by me, he might not make it this time.’
TL/N: Hello! I tried to bold the timelines to make it easier for my lovely readers to grasp. The dialogues of past timeline Praches are written in a slightly grey shade. Hope this helps you!
