Only God
Chapter 421 - 372: My Will Prevails Over Yours

Chapter 421: Chapter 372: My Will Prevails Over Yours

Step by step, she descended the steps of the false Golden Hall.

The Princess Anos let out a long breath, and then a fierce wave of dizziness accompanied by a great pain in her heart struck her; she stumbled, nearly tumbling down the thousand-stepped staircase.

Mira quickly moved to her side, supporting the Princess’s supple waist with one hand, while softly chanting Ancient Language spells to suppress the pain.

The elders did not follow them; no one could see Anos and Mira in this state.

After a moment, Anos nodded slightly to signal that she was alright, though under her mask, she was drenched in cold sweat.

With concern, Mira released her hand and accompanied her slowly back to their residence in the city below the city.

Along the way, no one detected their presence, for Mira had used Ancient Language to conceal them.

Once back in the room, seated on a long chair, Anos removed her mask, her face pale and pained as she gasped for air.

"Anos..."

Mira wanted to say, "Are you okay?" but the words were held back in her throat. The girl too removed her mask and, as usual, pressed on the Princess’s chest.

Before long, as the Ancient Language took effect, a semblance of healthy color gradually returned to Anos’s features, her handsome brows betraying a faint trace of worry.

Gently, Mira eased her pain and with a sleeve wiped the cold sweat from the Princess’s face.

Anos breathed heavily and after a while, she seemed to have calmed down somewhat.

"Mira... Did you hear it?"

She suddenly spoke out.

"What?"

Mira asked in return.

"The words my mother said... she said, she said... ’Primordial Messenger—Anos.’"

As the Princess spoke, uttering the last few words seemed incredibly hard for her.

Mira lowered her gaze and said:

"I heard... Is she really your mother?

She... seemed to mistake me for you, Anos. She thought I was her daughter."

Anos gave a wry smile.

In a childhood filled with pain, the Motherless Princess dreamed of her mother’s figure, and in reality, deprived of her mother, only in dreams could she reunite with her.

However, today, just moments before, her mother appeared before her, telling her that she hadn’t died and that she herself was the ’Primordial Messenger’ foretold by the prophecy.

Anos, who had once hoped to uncover the truth of the Primordial Church in the Imperial City, never imagined that the truth she had been pursuing in secret these days was actually within herself.

"I... am the Primordial Messenger?"

Anos said softly, her tone full of disbelief.

Mira lifted her head and quickly refuted:

"No, it can’t be... There must be some mistake, the prophecy must be wrong, you know... the Primordial Church does not represent God, they are heretical, their words cannot be trusted."

These words were blurted out in haste, as Mira’s emotions became somewhat uncontrolled.

Anos knew the girl was trying to comfort her,

"Mira, there’s no need to be scared, seeing your eyes, I feel reassured."

Hearing this, Mira collected her runaway emotions, today’s sights and revelations were equally astonishing for this girl.

Anos leaned back on the chair’s backrest and upon seeing Mira’s hand still on her chest, she said softly:

"Mira, it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Mira reacted as if she had just come to her senses and let go of her hand with a couple of "oh" sounds.

Then she climbed onto the long chair and, folding her legs, sat beside Anos.

Anos looked out the window,

"A princess of the empire, yet a non-believer...

And this non-believer, turns out to be the heretic Primordial Messenger.

No matter how one imagines it, nobody would have thought the truth was of such a nature."

After speaking, she lowered her head and unfastened the silver plaque at her waist.

That silver plaque was left to her by her mother.

Anos had always kept it close as a memento of her mother.

Her full name was inscribed there, along with a piece of scripture from the "Book of Kings and Prophets."

"This grace is enough for us to squander,"

the Princess murmured softly.

She had always thought that this phrase was inscribed simply because her mother liked it.

But now, looking back, she realized that this seemingly ordinary scripture actually held a deeper meaning.

"Primordial Messenger... is this what grace is?"

"Not at all!"

Before Anos could become sentimental, Mira immediately leapt up to deny it.

The Princess was startled, her painful and tangled emotions instantly dissipated by those words.

"Why is this..."

Anos counter-questioned,

"Why would you say that?

I was the Primordial Messenger before I was even born, it’s just that I was unaware of this identity.

The scripture says, ’Life is a journey to return, and that is the truth of life.’ Maybe, having left my mother, I might return to her side someday."

Mira was momentarily at a loss for words, debating wasn’t her strong suit compared to Anos, who had spent years navigating the political whirlpool.

Anos looked at Mira, her feelings complex.

After a long, long time,

finally, Mira said:

"Let’s leave this place, Anos. Let’s leave this city beneath the city.

I, I will take you to a place, a truly beautiful place.

Follow me, just like, just like sheep follow the lead sheep, wherever I go, you go."

The girl’s voice sounded like a plea, yet it was also an unquestionable command.

Anos felt somewhat bewildered.

There was a purely innocent girl, purer than even the most unadulterated gold. For her, happiness was just happiness, pain was just pain; there was no need to hide anything.

The Princess’s slender fingers trembled, her chest rising and falling gently; she looked at the girl’s face, which wasn’t particularly attractive. Rationally speaking, the Princess’s beauty far outshone that of this mysterious girl, but she was endearing.

She felt like the girl might at any moment say with a smile: "Let’s go and bathe in the splendid sunshine."

Anos reached out her hand, slender and clad in a white glove.

"So it is, that’s really wonderful,"

Anos whispered softly:

"Mira, you really are... God’s favorite, just like... you truly are a Prophet."

The girl looked at Anos, at the hand reaching out to her.

The Princess’s hand slowly came closer.

But...

In mid-air,

the hand halted, then trembled and began to withdraw in hesitation.

A heart of gold was enough to withstand all kinds of unbearable emotions.

Anos always remembered that she was a member of the Delos Family.

So, that hand wearing the white glove, slowly retracted in mid-air.

All of a sudden,

Mira lunged forward, seizing Anos’s hand.

There was a strength in the girl that belied her stature.

Anos was pulled forcefully, nearly falling on the girl, barely managing to sit down on the bench. At that moment, Mira’s face was pressed close to hers.

"Anos, you once said: ’This time, it’s my turn to listen to you.’"

Mira was extremely firm, word by word, she said:

"And now, my will overrides yours."