After a long while, Ibuki Rin spoke:

“That girl of yours is truly a miracle.”

“Miracle? You mean the miracle that she didn’t turn into a monster? I thought you believed more in fatalism?” Ikan Geller laughed.

“Inmotarus was a slave to fate, so he fell.” Ibuki Rin turned her head, and her bloodshot eyes became a little deep at that moment. “The unchanging fate makes this small garden too boring. I love diversity and like to see different developments.”

“You can go to the sky and have a look. Anyway, your [tomb] will soon collapse.” Icahn said calmly.

“No, now comes the interesting part,” Ibuki Rin said, “The people in the dust overthrew the Tower of God. When they know the truth about the starry sky, how will they deal with it? Will they build a second tower? Or will they destroy themselves in the internal struggle like countless times before?”

“I have to say, you have a bad taste,” the poet commented.

“You should worry about yourself first. When your girl grows up, she will hold you accountable,” Ibuki Rin chuckled. “That’s the [Pure White Flame]. Aren’t you worried that the [High Heaven] will turn into a sea of ​​fire? She can do it.”

Hearing this, Icahn Geller smiled brightly:

“Why do you say that about her… I still have confidence in her…”

“The face you show to the children is too friendly, which may cause them to misunderstand, right?” said Ibuki Rin.

“Children should be treated kindly. Isn’t it dark enough outside?” the poet muttered. “The little flowers are miserable enough. They were born without a greenhouse. What’s wrong with giving them more water?”

“Good luck to you, my king.” Ibuki Rin curled his lips.

“By the way, I have another question for you,” Icahn seemed to suddenly remember something, “You secretly guided this civilization, right? You have never done this before. Are they any different?”

“Haven’t you helped that little flower several times? Why are you asking me?”

“Hey, she’s the only one in the Flower Sea…” Ikan sighed, “Tell me quickly.”

“If you insist, what’s the difference? I don’t know. Maybe the experience of the three sisters has made me sentimental…”

Ibuki Rin murmured, turned her head to look at the poet, and two lines of tears ran down her cheeks.

The poet suddenly became embarrassed. He turned over and sighed:

“I don’t have a handkerchief.”

“It’s okay. Emotions are a new experience for me.” Ibuki Rin looked up at the sun again. “But I seem to know why your girl has become a miracle… a miracle that is free from divinity… and transcends authority…”

The black-haired girl looked up at the sky, her long hair as dark as the night fluttering above the buildings. She looked at the sun that pierced through the rainy season and murmured softly:

“After all, the sun after the rain is really beautiful.”

……

As the glass shattered, Perlis fell onto the sea of ​​flowers on the ice field, and the cold wind blew her long hair.

She looked up and saw that the shadows between the mountain ridges were continuously gathering in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, shaping the shape of a spire with dark power.

That is the [Havrgard Spire], which was destroyed after being devoured by [Immortalus], and now it is being rebuilt.

In front of the tower, Kali, dressed in a black robe, was manipulating the power of the netherworld. Dots of darkness gathered around her, dispersed, and then gathered on the trunk of the tower. The light and shadow of the netherworld gushed out, forming the outer shell of the silver tower.

Perlis walked to Carly’s side and looked at the tower that was being built with her.

“Is it solved?” Carly asked Pearlis.

“They won,” said Perlis, “there are no worries anymore.”

“Okay, let’s go and find out the truth.”

Carly turned her head, kissed Pearlis on the cheek, and then held her little hand.

The two looked at each other as a silver-white tower was completed in front of them. The door in front of the tower turned into a dazzling star gate – [Gate of the End].

“Let’s go.”

Perlis raised her hand, and the factor bracelet on her hand began to spin rapidly. Red lines appeared between the silver-white gaps, and complex and difficult symbols were dotted around the star gate.

Her bracelet is the key to this door.

The light gate collapsed, and the light of the [High Heaven] poured out, disappearing in an instant above the sea of ​​flowers on the ice field.

Pearlis and Carly held hands and walked towards the star gate and the truth.

……

Final Chapter) White Flame and Song (Part 4) -6k-

The grand scale was ignored the moment she crossed the [Gate of the End]. In just milliseconds, Perlis stepped out of the light cone and came to the unknown deep space.

In an instant, all the ancient beings within the dimension she passed through focused their eyes on her, and then immediately looked away.

If it were a mortal, even the slightest gaze would cause it to crumble into pieces of flesh and blood, but right now, Perlis felt nothing.

This door is indeed not prepared for mortals… This is why Suleiman said to Laplace, “Those Hafjargad cannot give you the truth.” Perhaps he was not lying on this point.

Only Imhotaros, who has become an ancient god, can pass through this door and pick up the truth under the watchful eyes of those outer gods.

But is the price of the truth worth it?

As Perlis was thinking this, she was already in the center of a nebula. A brilliant golden light was looming among the clouds. It was the same light she had seen countless times when she looked up at the starry sky in the sea of ​​flowers.

She waved her hand, pushed aside the nebula, and the golden city hanging above the star gate appeared before her eyes.

【High Heaven】.

“…”

Beside Perlis, Carly stared blankly at the great city. As a scholar, she felt mixed emotions just by looking at the structure and operation of the city – emotions between curiosity and despair.

Is that the civilization under the command of the gods? The brilliant heaven, the center of the universe?

Carly turned her head and looked at Perlis beside her. The girl with white hair and red eyes had no expression on her face. She just looked at her hometown indifferently, without any joy at all.

“Let’s go.” Perlis said softly.

The two held hands tightly, and then Perlis snapped her fingers and crossed a long distance again and came to the center of the city.

The pure white tower occupied her sight. A faint silvery light flowed through the flawless ivory tower, surging like water.

【Ivory Tower】, the king’s residence.

If there is any truth in this world, it can probably only be learned from the king himself.

In fact, Perlis was not very interested in the truth that Laplace desired. She did not have such a grand vision. Even though she now possessed great power, she did not identify with her status as a superior.

The truth she wanted was actually simpler.

“Buzzing…”

As if sensing Perlis’s arrival, a flashing door slowly appeared on the ivory tower. It was not an emergence or an opening in the general sense, but the concept of “door” was submerged in the concept of “tower”. The opening of this door was actually an “opening” on the conceptual level.

Just from this small detail, Perlis knew the true power of the king – even now, she could only carry out “destruction” on a conceptual level, while the king seemed to be able to manipulate concepts at will, like a naughty child putting together building blocks.

When she saw the door, Carly was slightly startled, then smiled at Perlis:

“It seems…I can’t go in…The door is rejecting me…”

“He wants to see me alone,” Perlis murmured, “Wait for me here, I will be back soon.”

The two held hands tightly, then loosened them. Carly patted Perlis’s shoulder gently, then turned around and looked at the magnificent street scene of [High Heaven] alone.

Pearlis gently curled the ends of her hair, took a deep breath, then stepped through the light gate and entered the ivory tower.

What came into view was a pure white hall, with an endless dome above it. Strings and musical instruments made of golden light floated in the air, and scattered papers were flowing among the musical instruments like a flock of flying white doves.

In the center of the pure white hall, a solitary figure sat on the ground with his back to Perlis. His long pure white hair covered most of the hall like a river, making Perlis not know where to put her feet.

“Welcome, little girl, it’s nice to see you again.”

[The King in the Ivory Tower] moved horizontally on the floor and turned around. As He moved, the long hair on the ground surged away like waves, making a path for Perlis.

Perlis saw that face again – it was the face of Ikan Geller. After taking off the worldly poet’s attire, His face looked more ethereal, and a white robe was surging in the space, as if floating in the water.

“…”

Perlis crossed the road in front of her and stopped a few steps away from Ikan. Looking at the poet sitting on the floor, she spoke softly:

“Why are you sending me to Dust Star?”

“You’re asking such a serious question right away? I thought you were going to chat about family matters and ask about the weather or something like that.”

“Is weather important to gods?” Perlis tilted her head slightly.

“Of course it’s important. For example, you like rainy days very much.”

Ikan winked at Perlis, and he slowly floated up. His long pure white hair gradually gathered into the hood of his white robe, allowing him to stand without any burden.

Perlis was stunned for a moment, then said:

“You saw this coming, didn’t you?”

“To be exact, I foresaw most of it, but after meeting you, I stopped observing the flow and let it develop freely.”

Icahn looked up at the papers flying in the sky like white doves and murmured:

“And you still came here, which means my guess is right.”

“guess?”

“I guess that fate doesn’t have a specific direction,” Icahn lowered his head and stared at Perlis with his bloodshot eyes filled with starlight. “That river doesn’t have a predetermined destination, but changes according to the actions of each being. In other words, before you realize fate, fate doesn’t exist. And after you realize fate, the mere act of observing fate will affect its development, thereby changing the previous fate.”

“I don’t understand.” Perlis shook her head.

“Haha, poets always talk in such a way that they don’t make sense,” Ikan Geller chuckled. “In short, I believe that there is no predetermined fate. A story has more than one possibility, and everyone can become a completely different existence in different possibilities. There are no born slaves, and no destined kings. Everything converges and changes in the flow, and finally shapes the fate that is never predetermined.”

As he spoke, Icahn lowered his head and looked directly at Perlis:

“These are my conclusions, and you drew them for me, which answers your first question.”

“Sending me to Dust Star just to verify all these messy speculations?” Perlis was a little disappointed.

“No, it’s not,” Icahn shook his head. “You are greater than you think, you know that?”

“Do you want to say [Descendants of the Sea of ​​Flowers] or [Pure White Fireworks]?” Perlis frowned, “No, I’m not, I’m…”

“You are Perlis Havrgard, yes, that makes you great.”

Icahn’s words stunned Perlis again. She couldn’t understand what was going on immediately, so she waited quietly for Icahn’s explanation.

Icahn thought for a while before speaking:

“You are a star that has fallen into the mortal world. Your essence is great, pure and flawless, and has nothing in common with ordinary things. This greatness alienates you and makes you never truly integrate into them, just like a white dove cannot integrate into a crow.”

“You are lonely, you sigh, you walk alone on the incompatible street, it is raining, but you don’t even have an umbrella, how pitiful.”

As she spoke, Perlis seemed to see a foggy street. The young girl was walking alone on the street, her long pure white hair sticking wetly to her cheeks, and her blood-red eyes were dull and lifeless.

On a street corner not far away, the poet was leaning against a telephone pole, being caught in the same rain as her.

“Have you been looking at me?” Perlis murmured in a low voice.

“No, you have been helping me see,” Ikan Geller chuckled. “You used your eyes to witness the rain on the dust star for me. I looked at the tiny world on the edge of the box garden through your eyes, trying to find the law that transcends everything in the dust.”

“You are my eyes, eyes that fall into the mortal world, eyes that witness history and flow into the future.”

“Just like the Three Sisters are the eyes of Mother Goddess Ersa, I am just your eyes?” Perlis said softly.

“That was your destiny. You have a flame in your body that can burn the starry sky, but even that flame could not conquer your soul.” Ikan Geller nodded. “You broke your destiny. You proved that the direction of fate is never predetermined through that prophecy.”

“The Son of God will eventually be punished and killed by the Son of Man?” Perlis recalled, “So, what is the real purpose of this prophecy?”

The King in the Ivory Tower chuckled and then spoke:

“It can be interpreted in countless ways, right? Suleiman can be right, and you can be right, which means different possibilities and development directions. The prophecy itself is just a projection and one-sided summary of fate at the verbal level. How you understand it depends only on your perspective, and different perspectives come from different people. The way different people interpret the prophecy depends on the differences between them. At the level of fate, even the slightest difference will lead to completely different developments, which constitute completely different destinies.”

“Only those who are willing to be bound by fate will meet their destined fate.” Perlis murmured softly.

“Very correct,” Icahn smiled. “Think about it. When you were studying at Weiser, how much hatred and exclusion did you suffer because of your appearance and talent? Those people gathered together and told you that you were destined to be an outlier, destined not to be accepted by others, and destined to be alone. If you really believed what they said, believed that your differences should be corrected, and from then on you ground yourself into a puppet no different from them, then would you still be the unique girl you are now?”

Icahn raised his head and looked toward the dome of the ivory tower where He once floated.

“The Angel of Destruction is such a child. He was born different, so he believed that his uniqueness was the reason why he was rejected. He never tried to embrace the sky, but he had a preconceived notion that the sky rejected him. As a result, he fell into the deepest darkness and embarked on the path of depravity.”

“That’s why He believes in your prophecy so much,” Perlis whispered, “Why don’t you guide him? You have guided me so many times.”

“Because He is no longer the same person He was before. After becoming compatible with authority, He is a pure monster. Even the slice of his personality, Suleiman Agust, was just something He stole from Hermes von Valantia. He does not need redemption because He is walking on the path He firmly believes in.”

“Even if that path is wrong?” said Perlis.

“Who can be sure that the path they are on is the right one? To be honest, even I don’t believe it,” Icahn chuckled. “I am the expresser of fate, and perhaps the most chaotic existence in this box. I have witnessed the torrent separating the sun, moon, and stars, and the mountains, rivers, and seas. The dust called civilization has no direction in the torrent of fate. But one day, even the irreversible river made a detour for a tiny existence – a small white flower on the riverbed.”

As he said this, Icahn looked directly at Perlis. From those bloodshot eyes that were filled with stars, Perlis suddenly felt countless emotions.