Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 707: Nothing Is Eternal

Chapter 707: Nothing Is Eternal

Yarin's POV:

Let me clarify—I wasn't someone who cried easily, but I also wasn't the type to put on a brave face and hide my feelings.

To put it simply, since I could remember, I could count the number of times I cried on one hand. My life had been smooth sailing, without many ups and downs.

Perhaps it was because the contrast was too stark after experiencing that magical and dangerous month. My heart, always tightly held together, couldn't longer suppress the repressed emotions.

I cried uncontrollably, not caring if it was in front of the goddess or anyone else. I had to let it all out, just like I said—I wasn't the kind of person who kept things bottled up inside.

The goddess, with great tolerance, forgave my lack of composure. Before I knew it, I was already crying in her arms. She embraced me, and I buried my head in her embrace, sobbing loudly while she gently patted my back to comfort me.

I didn't know how long it lasted, but once I had cried enough and regained my composure, I realized that I was slumped in the goddess's arms, and the fabric in front of me was wet-a clear result of my outburst.

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly pulled away from the goddess's embrace and apologized with a flushed face, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I lost control. I... I even dirtied your clothes. I'm so sorry, please forgive my rudeness."

The goddess chuckled, indifferent to the matter. "Don't be so reserved, child. I'm glad you could cry freely; it's good for your mental health. If you were like your mother and kept everything inside, then I'd be worried."

As she mentioned my mom, my attention immediately shifted. I asked, "Did you see her? We came together, but I didn't see her at all."

"It's normal. The journey can be long or short, and naturally, some arrive earlier than others. Madeline has returned to her place, and she asked me about you."

Knowing that my mom was safe and sound, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

Returning to my senses, I started to get used to the goddess's affectionate attitude. Although I intellectually understood why, it was still difficult to accept at first. Now I understood how Cynthia felt when the poor protagonist in the romance novels she enjoyed suddenly discovered they were of royal descent!

But in any case, it would be too awkward to ask about this, and the goddess's attitude was indeed natural. Unconsciously, I began to forget this awkward feeling.

Before I could bring it up, the goddess said, "Your mother has already told me. Azazel is indeed a bold and arrogant demon. Even after so many years, he hasn't changed a bit."

"You already know?" I whispered. "Azazel made me a vessel for his arrival in the mortal world. I didn't want this in any way. If he gained the freedom to move between hell and the mortal world through me, I couldn't even imagine what he might do. He claimed he was only looking for entertainment and wouldn't do anything, but there was always his sinister influence behind those things..."

"So I will help you restrain this demon's audacious behavior."

The goddess led me to sit in the flower pavilion. The harp was gone, replaced by a pristine stone table with a pot of sweet-smelling tea and two cups.

"Can you help me remove the mark Azazel placed on my soul?" I asked anxiously.

But to my surprise, the goddess shook her head, saying she couldn't completely erase the mark.

"Along the way, besides Spil and me, you didn't see anyone else, right?" the goddess said. "Madeline told me about what Azazel said to you. I have to admit, what he said is true. My power is waning, to the point where I have to send most of my servants to be reborn. I cannot guarantee stability in my domain or their safety anymore."

This news shocked me like a bolt from the blue, and I couldn't believe it. "How is that possible? You are a goddess! Who could make you decline like this?"

"There's no need to be surprised, child. Nothing in the world is eternal, even gods have their day. Many gods were born in the long river of history, and many gods have quietly disappeared. Ultimately, we are just passing through this world, not eternal masters."

"Is it because your protection of the Lycans consumed too much of your energy...?" I still felt absurd, mumbling, "Are you also going to disappear quietly like the gods of the past? I don't know how to accept this. I thought you would be eternal. Is there no place where the Lycans can help? More beliefs, more devout prayers, maybe they can prolong your existence..."

If one had believed in a goddess all their life, and their pack had survived thanks to her, and for thousands of years, she'd been your only belief, how could one calmly accept it when she told them one day that she was about to disappear?

It turned out that gods were not eternal.