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Chapter 214: Shiro: I Can Finally Rest... What?

The girl breathed erratically as her perception told of her death. The unavoidable power inches away from her, one that sought to obliterate her consciousness, suddenly disappeared from her sight. Upon opening her eyes, she found herself in what is presumed to be a stadium. It is badly damaged due to some foreign elements, which she presumes to be caused by the man in front of her.

"Hello miss, you're finally awake. Trying to cross the border of life, aren't you?"

"I... That's right?" She spouted a few words subconsciously. "Where am I?"

"How should I say this... You are currently in Kazimierz."

"The knight country?"

During her time, Kazimierz already existed. It is a country that was ruled by the "knights", with "squires" as their subordinates. They valued honor and dignity that not one of them was willing to go down without a fight.

"Right... It's the same knight country, but in the future."

"What?"

The confusion that was about to subside appeared once again. Her mind blanked out, unable to comprehend the things that happened to her in a short period. She was about to die, but she was saved by a mysterious man. Then, she found out that the said man traversed through time from the distant future.

Fortunately, her experiences as the head priestess helped greatly at this time. Her exposure to the mystics made her more open-minded to what others would deem as shocking.

"So I died." The first thing that she realized is her death. Her deer ears moved slightly before returning to normal. "For someone to change history like this..."

Hearing this, Shiro cut her off, "It's not as troublesome as you think. You're dead for a long time now so all that's changed is your survival."

From the moment she died, it became impossible for her to influence the world directly as no actions were acted upon by her at that time. This means that her influence from her death up until now is zero, which made it easier for Shiro to shoulder the costs of her revival. If what he fished out is her self during the moments she was actively interacting with the world, the said burden would be larger.

"I understand. Still, your power is comparable to the sleeping deities in 'that' place."

"Sleeping?" Shiro asked.

"Un. Only the Feranmuts are active goods in this world. For those who are slumbering to recover their power, they are in a certain place that priestesses form a connection with."

"I see." He nodded. "We should get out of here first, no?"

Wordlessly, the priestess followed Shiro's footsteps, leaving behind a ruined place. Though, the latter left a gift to Kazimierz before he did so.

A bright white pillar of light descended into the stadium before splitting into countless smaller pieces. Some of them headed to the silver-eyed Terrans while the others chose a character worthy enough of possessing power.

...

"I want to help others."

Looking down at the city from below, the nine-tailed little girl could not help but mutter. Inside this city full of conflicts, there is no shortage of people being harmed. Even, some civilians lose their property as collateral damage in a fight. Deaths were also aplenty, but her mother shielded her eyes away from them, leading to the young girl retaining her innocence regarding many things.

Although, she had also seen deaths occur personally—it is unavoidable as she lived in Siracusa, the place where the mafioso dealt with murders on a daily basis. It is a miracle that she grew up to be like this in what others call a "god-forsaken place".