Chapter 1185: Home Again
<span style="font-weight:400">A ck-haired kitsune let out a sigh as he wandered the streets of Ashtanu, his eyes looking at the various buildings around him. In the back of his mind, he tried to estimate how long it had been since he hadst been home. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Fifty years? No, maybe it was closer to a century.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought to himself. Even before being captured by the Collector, he was always traveling.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Perhaps that was why Her Highness did not notice my absence.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> He mused, a wry smile on his face. It was not umon for Sinir to go decades at a time without reporting in, despite being one of Udona’s Holy Knights. If Udona had been busy with other matters, it would bepletely understandable if his extended absence didn’t feel unusual to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Furthermore, he was not able to send her his prayers while he was trapped in that collection. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Admittedly, that Collector must have been extremely bold to capture a personal knight of Udona for his collection.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">He thought back to the time of his capture, when he was wandering a remote world. He had been taking in the sights, shuttling from to with no real destination in mind. At one point, he had passed by a strange doll shop, and his curiosity had been piqued. At the time, there were few such shops in the outer colonies, and he did not have a real destination to begin with, so he entered the store to take a look.
<span style="font-weight:400">The store owner, who he wouldtere to know was the Collector, seemed nice enough, though Sinir didn’t purchase anything. That night, while he was resting at his inn room, that same man hade and collected him while his guard was down. Ever since then, Sinir had been a silent observer from within the man’s shelves.
<span style="font-weight:400">As he reached the pce, Sinir was surprised to find a chef casually leaving the premises. Sinir vaguely remembered him as the head chef of the pce, but he had only just been recruited back when Sinirst left. He couldn’t even remember the man’s name.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Given the time of day, perhaps he displeased Her Highness, and was fired? If it was simply a matter of procuring ingredients, there are other people that could be sent out, no?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> He asked himself, before shaking his head. He offered a silent prayer for the man, entering the pce.
<span style="font-weight:400">Soon after entering, he found Udona sitting upon her throne, and knelt down on one knee. “Your Highness, Sinir Song has returned to your service.” He reported, and Udona looked at him with an apologetic smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Sinir. I’m sorry about what happened to you, truly. I only just learned myself that you had been taken like that. I always thought that you had just gotten yourself lost on one of your adventures again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Hearing that, Sinir gave a somewhat bitter smile. She wasn’t wrong to think that. Sinir’s divine domain made him something simr to a god of travel, but… he could only travel to ces he had never been with his divinity. Every time he used his domain, he could think of the <em><span style="font-weight:400">type</em><span style="font-weight:400"> of ce he wanted to go, but he would always have to spend time after arriving trying to figure out where he had ended up.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om
<span style="font-weight:400">In the most extreme situation, he had once tried to overly specify his destination, wanting to arrive at Ashtanu’s pce directly. However, what happened was a sick twist of fate where he appeared in an alternate universe entirely. This alternate universe physically resembled Deckan, but was ravaged by powerful monsters, the city resembling Ashtanu left in ruins.
<span style="font-weight:400">With no natural way back, Sinir had been forced to ask the Goddess Aurivy for help bringing him home. Since then, he had learned not to try to force his divinity to take him to a familiar location. “That is perfectly understandable, Your Highness.” Sinir finally answered, his head lowered.
<span style="font-weight:400">Udona hummed thoughtfully, leaning back on her throne. ‘If you had arrived a few minutes earlier, I would have had you meet my husband before he left.” She muttered, and Sinir blinked in confusion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your… husband?” He asked, having never heard anything about Udona getting married. “Oh, did you join your sister in matrimony with the Keeper? That is great news!” He smiled brightly, but this time it was Udona’s turn to blink.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-What? No! No no, I’m not married to the Keeper.” She said with an embarrassedugh, quickly shaking her head. “My husband is Aznod. I don’t remember if you ever had the chance to meet him or not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aznod?” Sinir tilted his head, searching through his memories to try and ce the name to a face. Eventually, he remembered this as the name of the chef that he had seen leaving the pce on his way in. “The <em><span style="font-weight:400">chef?</em><span style="font-weight:400">” Sinir’s eyes widened in astonishment, and Udona chuckled. <em><span style="font-weight:400">I guess the way to a woman’s heart truly is through her stomach…</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Udona’s eye twitched, her smile spreading a bit wider. “I have the feeling you just thought something incredibly rude… You wouldn’t have done that, right Sinir?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“O-of course not.” Sinir shook his head, quickly clearing his throat. “Still, I would like to offer my congrattions. Had I known in advance, I would have prepared a suitable gift.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Udona’s gaze softened, and she shook her head. “Did the news never reach you in your captivity?” She asked in a softer tone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sinir could only shrug his shoulders. “The Collector rarely brought me out of containment. Since my capture, I believe I only saw the outside world… three times? And one of those was when the Blood Empress had me freed. If I were to venture a guess, he kept contact with me to a minimum in order to avoid any information making its way to you. Having a direct knight of the Greater Pantheon surely gave him arge amount of divinity, but it was also a major risk if he allowed the fact to be discovered.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Slowly, Udona rose from her throne, walking over to crouch down in front of Sinir, putting the two at eye level. With a far kinder expression on her face, she ced a hand on his shoulder. “I truly am sorry that you had to go through that. Had I known that one of my knights had been captured in such a way, there is no force in this world that would have kept that man from harm.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sinir nodded his head, a smile returning to his face as well. “I have no doubt, Your Highness. Would you like me to organize a team to bring him to justice?” He asked. However, to his surprise, Udona shook her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That won’t be necessary.” She said, rising back to her feet. “Someone else has already made a move. There is no longer any need to worry about the Collector anymore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sinir paused, but ultimately nodded his head. He could only assume that the Blood Empress had decided not to let him off so easily after freeing those that he had captured. “I understand. In that case, do you have any other assignments for me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Udona thought about that for a moment, before smiling as she returned to her throne. “You have been gone for quite some time, Sinir Song. The world has changed in your absence. As such, you should take the time to explore the city, and understand the new world that you have found yourself in. However, do try to avoid using your domain for the time being. The space outside the inhabited systems is not as safe as it used to be.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sinir wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but did not argue with her words. He rose to his feet and bowed. “I will keep that in mind, Your Highness.” He said, before turning to leave the throne room.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Udona watched Sinir leave, a sad smile on her face. She truly had been busy since his departure. At first, she just thought that he was traveling. However, when he hadn’t reported in again even after the invasion of void beasts that nearly destroyed all of Deckan, she had assumed that he was among the many killed. He would certainly not have been the only god to have fallen in that invasion.
<span style="font-weight:400">She felt somewhat guilty for never having confirmed his death for certain, but with the reconstruction of Deckan, it had simply slipped her mind. Now that she knew that he had been alive all along, and simply captured long before the invasion ever took ce, she couldn’t help the feeling of remorse.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Lena?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Udona closed her eyes, sending out a mental message.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Yes, L-- Udona?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Lena replied, barely stopping herself from calling Udona by her formal title. Udona’s lips twitched into a small grin at that.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Please ensure that the Collector is never seen again. His actions have greatly offended me on a personal level. If I were to see him, there is no doubt that I would immediately kill him myself.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Contrary to her expression, her thoughts were cold. If it were not for the fact that she considered the Collector’s current predicament as a more fitting punishment than simple death, Udona would have already snuffed his life out.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">…I understand. Don’t worry, I have no intention of freeing him again. You have my word.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Lena responded in a firm tone. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Is there anything else that I can do for you?</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Udona thought about it for a long moment, before shaking her head. <em><span style="font-weight:400">No, that should be fine. However, I have a special training n that you might be able to benefit from, to prepare for the uing invasion. I heard that there is a good chance that we will be facing entire universes soon.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">That’s correct. If you have any advice for my training, I would happily ept.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Hearing Lena’s readiness, Udona nodded her head in approval. <em><span style="font-weight:400">You should practice with an educational stream. Use your divinity to understand the process of world creation from Chelsea’s notes, and then practice altering the properties of a world from within the void. With your domains, it should bepletely doable to change a targeted world’s systems, as long as you take the time to understand what you are changing.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">That caused Lena to pause, clearly thinking about what Udona had suggested. This was no easy feat, either practically or ethically. After all, by altering the properties of an entire world, she was essentially asking Lena to ughter a universe of living beings. Like Udona said, this was something that she could do with her domains as they were, but it would still be a heavy burden for her heart. And that was even considering all of her training to be the Golden Shadow.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">I… understand.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> She responded after a few moments. <em><span style="font-weight:400">This is something that needs to be done to save our own people. I’ll start my training right away.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Udona gave a small nod. Thankfully, everyone in Olympus had been granted the qualifications to teach others in any subject they wished, allowing them to host those educational streams. This was something that Udona personally ensured, as the Goddess of Education.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Try not to worry too much about the moral implications.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Udonamunicated in a gentle tone. <em><span style="font-weight:400">This invasion is different from any others that we have faced before. Although not everyone that arrives will be considered an enemy, searching through them to find those hostile to Dale would take years. There might be a single farmer in a remote vige on a nearly abandoned world that has hostility to the Keeper, and that alone would be able to prevent the invasion from ending.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">I understand that this is a cruel way to handle the situation, but there are no alternatives. It would be nice if we could simply convince them all to join us peacefully, but we can’t expect that to work. Even if we employ divine powers to brainwash them, there will inevitably those with the power to counter it.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Hearing this, Lena let out a long sigh. <em><span style="font-weight:400">I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll train well.</em>