615: Chapter 290 Pope Illaril_3 615: Chapter 290 Pope Illaril_3 Kovis listened and faintly smiled, then shook his head, lowered it deeply, and said no more.
Leon smiled and ruffled the boy’s golden hair.
Compared to Gervin, who was always troublesome and mischievous since childhood…
he found Azeryan, Lokhak, and Kovis…
Uh, well, maybe it’s because of the overwhelming memories flowing backward from the River of Time, that his mindset was somewhat off.
Suddenly being raised a generation seems a bit unfair to his close friends.
Turning around, Leon walked towards the staircase only he could see.
gradually seeped out from the crevices of the black Griffin Armor.
Pieces of heavy armor were removed, falling to the ground.
The gentle light of the Holy Sun, from all around, seemed to cloak Leon in a pure white robe.
Leon raised his hand to his chest, feeling reluctant, but he still had to bid her farewell for the second time.
Yet he first heard a stubbornness unlike before.
“…I’m sorry, teacher, this time Lola doesn’t want to listen to you.”
Leon hesitated for a moment, sighing helplessly.
“I know what you’re planning, but you also understand, Lola, no matter how many times it repeats, I will not allow you to do this.
You have sacrificed enough for me, and so has that foolish child Nedy…
Forgive my greed and selfishness, Lola, I don’t want to lose either of you.
The teacher has always hated making choices…”
With his fingers gently stroking the artery of his heart, Leon drew his decree and tenderly sent Lola’s soul back to the anchor point of the Netti Card.
Though far away, once everything ends, he believes little Acro can bring Lola back here.
Resurrection is not a difficult matter for someone who has become a remarkable Pope like Lola.
Step by step, ascending the long stairs, the familiar call rang in his ears.
“The creator of Lorelette, also the destroyer of Lorelette…
also the end’s light…
The merciful Flame Sun…
also the cruel Flame Sun…
Fulfill your promise.”
The body began to disintegrate as it drew closer to that light.
First the flesh, then the soul, until everything was gone.
No material realm could endure such primordial divine power.
An unexpected embrace constricted the collapsing shell, and Leon could no longer take another step.
Everything around became blurry.
She shouldn’t be here…
she should have been…
sent back to the tower by me.
Leon quickly understood everything…
it was indeed well-prepared.
…Well done, Acro, perhaps…
you’re more decisive than that boy Gervin.
“My lord, Lady Lora is right, we don’t want to lose you…
we cannot lose you again!…”
Kovis’s voice came, guilty yet determined.
The boy bowed his head deeply, his knuckles turning faintly white as he clutched the golden Netti Card.
The plan remained unchanged, and the last of his reserved magic power had already connected the card housing Lady Lora to the vast spirit veins beneath the Great Temple.
It was only a moment.
The utterly weakened Illaril.
Could not prevent a stronger Illaril.
The taste of a kiss after a millennium made Leon feel helpless and bitter.
Lola’s hands slowly released the other’s cheeks.
“I was born because of you and could perish for you.
I was originally an illusory shadow, but you made me the afterglow of the Flame Sun.
My lord, my everything.
Nedy can do it, and so can I…
I have always been stronger than her…
Forgive me, this is my only chance to keep you.”
With a body as light as a feather, she resolutely turned around and stepped onto the long stairs.
Leon tried to think of a way to stop the fool but could not even squeeze out a wry smile.
The time was too short.
This shell, which was incomplete before it could be reshaped again, carried only his soul and flowing memories…
To confront the currently powerful Lola with this…
No wonder the children of the Holy Lake could hear your voice before Avalon appeared, no wonder you didn’t remind me of Quentin Zalar’s identity…
no wonder you just drained my magic power…
From understanding my identity, everything has been in your plan.
This time, the teacher was destined to lose from the start.
such worrysome fools as disciples…”
At the end of the high staircase.
The endless gentle light gradually filled every inch of space.
Countless voices of prayer…
Echoed in the supreme realm.
Little by little, they drowned out the suspended throne.
Leon closed his eyes irresistibly under the force sweeping past his eyelids.
were gradually being pressed deep into the soul by Lola’s power…
This resolute and comprehensive action left no hidden troubles, allowing Leon to feel that this child believed that as long as memories were preserved, everything could surely be corrected upon return.
He couldn’t help but sigh out a long, sorrowful sigh, unsure whether to praise her or to lament her worship.
“But I will eventually return…
Firmly spank your butts…
The teacher always keeps his word.”