Mischael felt as if he had been reborn recently, the chaotic whispers in his head no longer appeared, he looked back, feeling as if he had been through a long, frustrating, and regretful dream, but it had all happened.
He had fully understood the issues that plagued his family; everything was a misunderstanding, all accidents.
If one had to start somewhere, it would be with Sophia, his great-aunt who lay eternal in the believers’ graveyard of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.
It was a very long story; she wasn’t the biological child of her father and mother, but rather a child handed over by an ancient organization known as Casters, alleged to have excellent natural talent—a child ’manufactured’ by those remnants.
Manufactured, such a terrifying term; in Mischael’s heart, those ancient remnants seemed more like fearsome deities—they were actually capable of creating life!
The Mischael family had collaborated with them, accepted this child, and placed her within the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.
The remnants wanted to know how far the child could go, and the Mischael family was equally curious. If everything turned out normal, then the Mischael family would cast their lot completely with the Casters, and all the children born into the family would undergo adjustments. From birth, they would possess the strongest bodies, the finest of physiques, the most robust union of spirit and flesh. The Mischael family would become the deity family of the new era!
What a path to self-destruction.
Mischael understood, as did the deities, that after the child died for unknown reasons, the Mischael family split over the cause of her death. Members who believed that they should not be tainted by the Casters betrayed the family to the deities... Thus, a targeted purge against the Mischael family began.
In the end, only the youngest and uninformed Mischael and his sister survived.
The deities were merciless, yet the Lord of Justice aided this family at the end. He said that Mischael would surely become a man who would change history in the future. With his intervention, the deities abandoned their plan to kill Mischael.
All of this Mischael learned from the Master of Wisdom.
Truth be told, it was all very... shocking, even more surprising to Mischael than the realization that he had been manipulated by Chaos before.
The Master of Wisdom was a subordinate of the Lord of Justice; what he said couldn’t be false, otherwise he would be the first whom the Lord would not spare.
This left Mischael utterly convinced. So when old Gaiate knocked on his door, requesting to open Sophia’s coffin for examination, Mischael almost grabbed his beloved vase and threw it at him.
"Do you realize what you’re saying, Mr. Old Gaiate?" Out of respect for Malin, Mischael did not act upon his impulse—after all, bashing the head of this clueless old man would feel good, but it wouldn’t be fun when Malin Gaiate was holding his hammer and riding his face.
After all, Mischael knew his secret. If Malin found out that he was the murderer who killed his sister Shelton, the Mischael family would probably be equated with doom.
This was a terrifying demon lord; he killed without batting an eye. In his eyes, a person like Mischael was nothing but a stronger piece of trash.
This wasn’t self-deprecation, but a realistic recognition of the situation.
"I know this is all too much, but... but I loved Sophia. I grew up with her, and because of her death, I became the carrier of the Truth Sequence. All my life, I have wanted to uncover the truth behind her death and to carry out her vengeance ritual," Gaiate said.
Listening to old Gaiate, Mischael calmed down—he found himself completely unable to be angry with the old man.
From his face, sincerity and anticipation were evident. Mischael knew he wasn’t lying.
And besides... truthfully, Mischael also wanted to know why, given that Sophia was a life created by manufacture and according to everyone’s understanding of the world before the Great Destruction Era, a world where technology was so advanced that humans could escape the confines of gravity and fly off the planet even without a Transcendent Sequence, such monumental power—so why would a life created by them suddenly die?
Out of curiosity, as well as sympathy for old Gaiate and pity for himself, Mischael nodded, "I can agree to your request to open the coffin, but I must sign a contract with you in the presence of Lord Colin. I am also very curious as to why my great-aunt died so untimely. I must be present during the examination."
"Thank you, Mr. Mischael!" The old man looked very happy.
"Don’t thank me, thank yourself for the love you had for my elder," Mischael said, sighing deeply in his heart.
In the past, controlled by Chaos, I mistook my lover’s care and love for betrayal... I am no longer worthy of love, while your love brings me shame.
Colin was quite perplexed that Mr. Mischael had agreed to old Gaiate’s request. In his view, for the relatives of the deceased, exhuming a body was an extremely difficult thing to accept, let alone after so many years—what was there to inspect?