Avira had seen many stubborn types. They always stuck to their attitudes until death, never knowing how to compromise—they were complete blockheads. Catherine and Freyna were just like that, especially Freyna. Avira still remembered how this woman had done many unbelievable things for her safety. Yet even so, Avira had been betrayed by the Hero Squad and turned into a sacrificial pawn.
That said.
Amber was different. She and Aina were both characters who had never appeared in the plot. War between the Pomistan people and the Holy Church was basically a foregone conclusion, but Avira couldn’t predict the actions of these two ticking time bombs at all.
When soft tactics failed, Amber went hard. When hard tactics failed, she went soft again.
Now she chased right after them, keeping about a meter away, but she looked just like a mischievous little girl seeking forgiveness. Any trace of dignity as an elder or mother had completely vanished from her.
“Avira, I was wrong… I really was wrong. Aina doesn’t even know who I am. You’re the only one who can recognize me as your mother. I’m sorry, waaah… I shouldn’t have said those things earlier.”
Avira had originally planned to keep ignoring her as if she didn’t exist, but then she thought this woman was actually quite pitiful.
Aina didn’t recognize her…
It seemed that in the numerous cycles of battles between herself and Aina, she had never once gotten involved. She and Aina had depended on each other for survival, and later Avira had found an excuse to leave Aina. No matter how you looked at it, it was a heartbreaking family tragedy.
Miss Amber might have been a super monster without a shred of human traits anywhere on her body, but she did have some tender emotions. At least, her longing for warmth showed that her heart wasn’t all that dark inside.
Moreover, there was still a lot to ask about her own origins… If she wasn’t actually Avira herself, then this demon race mother would probably break down in tears.
Avira suddenly recalled a saying: People always imagined themselves as complex good guys and others as simple bad guys.
As the saying went, even the most hated people had their pitiable sufferings.
“I can’t give birth to any more daughters in this lifetime. Didn’t I tell you? I have no mate—I could only give birth to you two good girls. My whole life has been about taking you back…”
“How about this.”
Before Amber could finish, Avira suddenly stopped. The hesitating Ophitia followed suit and turned back to look at the two of them.
Avira smiled. “I’ll help you find Aina so you two can reunite as mother and daughter. How’s that? But sorry, just like the Demon King, I can’t remember the past, and I probably won’t in the future either.”
“My good daughter~”
“After all, I haven’t even recovered my memo—hey, hey, don’t stick so close!”
Amber’s body was much taller than Avira’s.
Upon closer inspection, she was probably around 177 centimeters, or maybe 178. With her wings, she was even taller.
When their bodies pressed close, Avira felt something fluffy rubbing against her, like two little birds bumping into each other.
It was a completely different sense of reassurance from the Demon King… This feeling was so familiar, just like being covered under the wings of a very familiar woman, chirping crisply. That woman would lift her wing and feed food into her mouth.
Avira quickly sensed something was off… Damn, had she already shifted into a beast’s mindset? Could this woman really be her mom? Why did she have such an instinctive reaction?
“Now do you believe I’m your mother? Demon King, my daughter and I will serve you forever, oh kind and beautiful queen~”
Amber noticed Ophitia’s gaze and tilted her head with a smile, finally seeming normal again.
Of course, even though the hug was normal, she still released Avira.
Ophitia nodded in relief. Avira had thought she might get jealous.
“Sorry, daughter. Mom will definitely help you recover your memories and find yourself.”
“You don’t need to promise that much…”
Avira hadn’t meant to admit she was her mother. She just wanted to help her find the life she desired. As for herself, if she could live happily before letting go, it wouldn’t be that painful.
After all, she couldn’t guarantee she was that Avira from history…
But that strange feeling still lingered in her mind.
She couldn’t recall her name from before the transmigration, as if she’d always been “Avira” from start to finish. How was that possible?
Avira could remember electronics and information technology, the technological revolution, many key figures who drove historical progress, and that complex world of countless languages and cultures.
“Demon King Ophitia, please forgive my rudeness once more. If possible, before you seize the Seal, may I recount the past?”
Ophitia nodded. “The road is still long. We can talk as we walk.”
She pulled over the stunned Avira, patted her head, and gave her a knowing smile.
Amber began to tell the old stories.
She started from her own birth, explaining the angels’ race, the world’s structure and character relationships, the gods—all in relatively simple terms.
In short, angels did indeed exist.
They were a race created to protect the “Emperor God,” born for battle, with their own evolutionary logic, not much different from the creatures on this land.
Unexpectedly, only she and her two daughters remained of the angel race.
Of course, Aina had said something similar before.
She and her sister had hatched from the same egg, with no such thing as a mother.
Amber had an explanation for that too.
She said that during the rebellion against the “Emperor God,” to prevent her bloodline from dying out, she used a special ability to create an egg.
That war killed too many angels, and after it ended, they all vanished without a trace—presumed extinct.
As for why they rebelled against the Emperor God, it was simply because the Emperor God stopped protecting humanity, opened a passage connecting the Moon and the land through the heavens, and the beings on the Moon were destined to clash with the land’s creatures.
Later, the force that came from the Moon was called the “Demon Race.”
The story’s end was that the angels wiped each other out through infighting, nearly annihilating themselves. Afterward, the near-death Emperor God fled to the Moon and, through self-destruction, slaughtered the entire Demon Race…
After hearing the story, Avira summed up two very bizarre points.
First, why did the Emperor God suddenly start a war between humans and the Moon’s Demon Race by opening the bridge, only to then destroy the Moon’s Demon Race?
Second, why were the Demon Race and humans destined to conflict?
Third…
If the Emperor God had died long ago as Amber said, then why hadn’t the Holy Church been destroyed? Why had it survived intact, even creating many heroes?
