Chapter 30: It’s Over, Everything’s Going to Explode

Miracles originate from inconceivable gifts.

Typical examples include fairies, gods, and various things mortals cannot achieve—extraordinary deeds, blessings, or curse-like bestowals.

Divine signs, on the other hand, are extraordinary feats or miracle-like blessings and boons dropped personally by a deity.

Most things approaching transcendent power can be identified through deep perception because divine signs generally carry a subtle yet distinct aura of divine power.

If one had spent time in a place with a thick religious atmosphere, like the Holy Kingdom, their perception of divine power would be even more pronounced.

From start to finish, Green had believed that only a miracle had descended upon the Royal Capital, because no one had ever sensed the presence of divine power there.

[The dragon attacked the Royal Capital; amidst the ruins where life was devastated, a miracle and a divine sign descended simultaneously.]

This was a record Green had learned from the Prophet’s mouth several years after the event. However, it was very strange that the divine sign mentioned by the other party seemed to have disappeared from the events of the Royal Capital.

Dolores, however, was relatively certain. This was because Little Flower Fish had told her that the divine sign and the Saintess were strongly linked during this disaster.

A miracle saved the crumbling Royal Capital.

And a divine sign bestowed symbolism and power upon the Saintess.

In her past life, Silbell had never told Green about the divine sign in the Royal Capital. She had even lied to him about it, saying that only a miracle had descended upon the city.

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Dolores helped Green wipe his back clean. Green took over the remaining parts himself; after all, he mostly wanted to see Dolores’s reaction.

He didn’t actually want her to meticulously scrub his body.

The maid walked around the perimeter and found several special stone tablets filled with ancient characters and a rich historical aura.

“Mr. Green, do you recognize the writing on these? I searched the surroundings and only found these things placed on a stone altar,” Vesperian asked Green. Green took the tablets and said he could understand part of them, so Vesperian let him keep them for now.

At this point, there seemed to be nothing new in this empty hall, though some monsters might still be wandering outside.

“We should prepare to head up,” Green suggested. According to his memory, it was almost time for the miracle to descend.

Specifically, the moment when gold and white would intertwine.

Facing this disaster, the Green of the past could only struggle to survive. Even with his rebirth, it seemed he could only continue to do the same.

A giant dragon was a monster almost impossible for human strength to overcome. Only an old monster from the age of myth could possibly put it in its place.

Dolores and Vesperian had no objections. Hearing the suggestion, Dolores also thought of Silbell.

She was thinking about the same thing as Green.

She remembered that the divine sign was specifically dropped for Silbell, but its bounty benefited almost the entire Royal Capital.

It was noon, but the black smoke rising from the raging fires had turned the sky almost completely dark.

Little Flower Fish had once said that, according to her aesthetics, the setting of an eternal night was actually more in line with her ideal romantic scene.

An endless darkness, where a single sliver of sunlight pierces the gloom, falling perfectly before the pessimists, the wounded, and the lost.

Or perhaps falling upon a Saintess waving a banner, symbolizing hope and courage.

Of course, this was just a self-indulgent romantic preference Little Flower Fish had shared with Dolores at the time.

Naturally, she didn’t force it into the game’s plot; it was just casual chatter between friends to show off her tastes.

So, the final version Dolores had drawn utilized a gradient of spliced gold and white, with the physical form resembling tree branches to express holiness and aesthetic beauty.

This was because it contained the concept of spreading.

Having recovered his strength and bathed in dragon blood, Green’s power had increased significantly. On the way up, he could easily cut down the common monsters they encountered without any effort.

After reaching the surface, Green and Vesperian simultaneously sensed a strange atmosphere in the surroundings.

It was as if something was about to fall.

Dolores didn’t feel it. Since she hadn’t learned magic, she was, all in all, a bit of a weakling in that regard.

The clock towers in the four directions of the Royal Capital began to turn slowly. The one closest to the trio, a broken tower with only half its structure and a missing hour hand, was completed by a golden outline and began to creak as it turned.

Countless golden patterns, like living vines, grew rapidly and spread everywhere. They coiled around monsters to become shackles and touched the wounded to become bridges sustaining life.

Among the collapsed ruins, faint white shadows of trees began to grow upward, emitting a soft light. Hidden within the burning black smoke, they stood like lighthouses.

This series of incredible scenes did not seem like the work of an ordinary person. It was as if heaven itself was bestowing a miracle.

Green, present at the scene, touched his chest and sensed carefully. He truly couldn’t feel any so-called divine power.

This scene was exactly the “miracle” in his memory.

The damaged clock tower was completed by a spectral image, and the rotating hands seemed to want to turn back time to reverse the pain.

Such a scene was truly worthy of the word miracle.

Dolores stared at the clock tower. Based on her memory, she could judge Silbell’s current position by the orientation of the clock.

But the problem was that Green was right by her side.

Green looked up at this incredible scene, but when he turned back, he saw Dolores looking at him with a thoughtful expression.

“I want to go see a certain place. There seems to be something over there attracting me.”

Dolores felt she had to go find Silbell first. She was worried about the girl’s safety and also felt it might be better to let Green realize she knew Silbell.

Based on her memory of drawing the illustrations, Dolores quickly identified the location, and Vesperian planned the route.

Three hundred meters ahead of them, Albeco stayed at the corner of an alley.

Hearing heavy footsteps, Albeco saw Integral, whom she had met not long ago, leaving while carrying a young girl.

In the direction opposite to where he was leaving, there was one of the newly grown white light trees, which didn’t seem particularly special.

If one walked a bit further in that direction, they would reach a specific spot where, through a gap in the buildings, they could see the distant clock tower.

Barring any accidents, Albeco would soon be able to see Silbell, who had received the deity’s gift.

She hoped the girl wouldn’t be too sad.

“Are you looking for me?”

Suddenly, a somewhat weak and dejected voice sounded behind Albeco, nearly making her hair stand on end from the fright.

Turning around, the Silbell she had been looking for had already appeared before her. Her eyes were filled with tears, looking as though she had just been crying.

Her body was still trembling continuously, and her hands tightly clutched the copy of *The Fifth Bible* that Albeco had given her earlier.

She returned the book to Albeco and said in a trembling voice: “Thank you. I won’t skip classes anymore.”

Silbell’s voice carried an undeniable sob. Albeco remained silent for a moment before opening her arms and asking tentatively:

“Do you need a hug?”

Albeco had never hugged anyone before. Even though she knew why the girl was crying, she was completely unskilled at comforting people.

Her suggestion was met with a shake of Silbell’s head and words that poured out like a confession of pain.

“I shouldn’t have questioned your motives… but… I’m really grateful to you for preparing this gift for someone as childish and willful as me.”

“If… if it weren’t for your help, I really, really would never have been able to forget their final requests and their expectant eyes.”

As Silbell spoke, she kept wiping her tears with her hands, repeatedly thanking Albeco.

Albeco felt like she was stuck. she wanted to run, but seeing Silbell’s sobbing state, she was genuinely flustered and didn’t know how to comfort her.

She felt like this situation should be handed over to Green. He just had to pull her into his arms and hold her tight, and that would provide more than enough security.

No, no, no—at this point in time, Green would probably tear Silbell apart alive.

Albeco’s original plan was only to check on Silbell’s condition, confirm that she had become the Saintess, and then head back to Dolores’s side.

But now, it seemed she couldn’t move her feet for the time being.

However, according to Albeco’s guess, Green, Dolores, and the others should still stay at the hollow for a while. After all, they didn’t have a reason to come near here like she did.

Just as Albeco was thinking this, Dolores’s group appeared in her line of sight once again, instantly giving Albeco a cold sweat.

She looked at Green.

Then she looked at the sobbing Silbell in front of her. For a moment, her head felt like it was going to burst.

Wait, why did Green and the others come here?

How did Green and Silbell end up meeting ahead of schedule?

It’s over, everything’s going to explode.