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When asked her question, Caislan answered without hesitation.

“That’s right. So, Lord Sword Banner, please lead me to Her Majesty Krydella. I have a duty to tell you the truth.” He placed his hand on his chest to express his sincerity and basic respect.

“Since His Majesty is not here, there is no need for formalities. The words ‘Sword and Banner’ always remind me of my homeland that was buried in the abyss…” The woman turned around and told him her name.

"Just call me Heather, the nameless swordsman."

"If I may be so bold, you already know my name."

“You mean ‘Bai’er’? How could such a name be his real name…” Heather revealed without mercy the fact that the name he was using was an alias.

"But I won't delve into the details. Since His Majesty issued the order to pursue the fire, heroes from all over the world have offered their pledges of loyalty. What harm would it do to add one more 'White Calamity' or 'Black Calamity' among them?"

"Besides, the deep sea is dark, so isn't it perfect for hiding secrets that are inconvenient to reveal to others?"

"..." Caislana remained silent.

Aglaia lay in the bathtub, quietly enjoying this moment of tranquility.

As she looked at the familiar people and names on the screen, her memories slowly surfaced from the depths of her heart.

Back then, she wasn't obsessed with bathing, but now... well, it's quite a sad state of affairs.

Xing rubbed her chin, suddenly realizing that quite a few of her friends had rather strange names.

"Alright, nameless swordsman. Hold onto my tail and let's talk somewhere else."

"Don't you have any doubts about what I've said?" Caislana asked.

"Questioning is not my responsibility..."

"The sword in my hand dances only to satisfy Caesar's suspicions. Words are useless; prove yourself with your actions."

"Why not demonstrate your skills first and make the surging black tide stop for you?"

Upon hearing this, Caiuslana remained silent, and the power of destruction gradually began to gather in his hands, completely annihilating the emerging black tide creations.

All of this happened in an instant.

"Oh...not bad." Heather wasn't particularly surprised.

If what he says is true, this level of power is nothing more than a drop in the ocean for him.

However, before they could continue their journey, the creations of the Black Tide surged forth once more.

"I just finished rinsing, but it's coming again..."

"Ha, Kuroshio is indeed not to be underestimated."

Caislana remained silent, silently reducing them all to ashes.

He knew the Kuroshio all too well.

Just like my mother said, as long as you are capable enough, everyone will listen to your reasoning.

Chapter 127 A Savior Who Doesn't Belong to This Era

"The water flows to its end here; the person you are looking for is just beyond this point."

Heather and Caislana stopped in their tracks.

“Your Majesty Cerudela, we are finally about to meet the true self,” Caislana exclaimed, then asked, “Are there any etiquette requirements to observe?”

"Do not kneel, do not perform the old dynasty's kisses on the hands and feet, and do not kneel down—Caesar detested formalities—and even more so, she detested the heads of those higher than her bowing below her crown."

"Ha, he really is... approachable."

When you actually meet historical figures, they are indeed different from what you imagined.

"This is the second thing to be careful about: no one but a trusted confidant may approach. Keep five paces away until Caesar gives his permission."

"This sounds like another person I know."

Upon hearing this rule, Caislana couldn't help but recall his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him before the cycle of reincarnation.

"It's good to have experience. Be quick-witted, and you'll be fine."

However, hers is different from Caesar's.

Even her best friends and comrades-in-arms could not get too close to her. This was not because she didn't want others to get close, but because getting close to her would taint them with the death emanating from her…

So even today, she still can't understand the feeling of a hug.

【Cai's Lanna and Heather set off together on the road to where Caesar was, but when they were halfway there, Heather stopped.

Two figures were standing there, one tall and elegant, the other petite and cute.

"Golden-woven Lady 'Aglaia' and the hostage 'Tibo,' you've been waiting."

"It's you guys..." Upon seeing two familiar figures in this unfamiliar era, Caislana couldn't help but sigh.

"You know them? That makes things easier."

Heather didn't elaborate further.

“Before that, I was more curious about something else: where is Her Majesty Cerudela?”

Not wanting to waste time, Caiuslana once again went straight to the point.

“To avoid any misunderstanding, Nameless Swordsman: although we've had a pleasant journey, I've never said you had the right to see her.” However, Heather suddenly changed the subject, “Caesar has decreed: ‘The Savior will not appear in this era; be wary of suspicious individuals.’”

“Come on, you two, let’s do what we need to do,” she reminded Aglaia and Tibo.

"Ah...it was a trap."

Even so, Caislana remained calm, as if he didn't care about it at all.

“I had no intention of fighting. So please remember, Lady Heather: if my sword becomes dull because of pity…”

"Don't thank me—thank them instead."

Aglaia and Tibo exchanged a glance upon hearing this. From their earlier reactions, they knew the white-haired swordsman was referring to them.

Su Chang scratched her head, unable to figure it out no matter what she did.

"No, you've misunderstood."

Tibo explained gently in a soft voice.

"We don't want to see the Golden Clan hurting each other. Just give us some time to ask you a few questions."

“Then, Meneta’s ‘Golden Thread’ will make its judgment and pronounce your fate,” Aglaia added solemnly.

Even though she hasn't lost her humanity compared to the romantic demigods of a thousand years later, suspicion and wariness towards suspicious people are habits she has long since formed.

"...Do as you please."

“White-haired swordsman, if what you say is true, then you must know the fate of the world perfectly—” Tibo began to ask questions, “Then, how much do you know about the prophecies we read from the oracle?”

After a moment of silence, Caiuslana spoke of Tibo's prophecy, which was also her destiny.

"You will shatter into a thousand pieces, withering away in a foreign land."

"Is that right, Ms. Tibo?"

When Tibo heard this prophecy, which should have been known only to her, spoken from the mouth of the person before her, her expression instantly changed from a smile to astonishment.

“This…” Aglaia looked at Tibo.

“How is this possible…” Tibo said in disbelief.

"He's right?" Heather asked, turning around.

"Yes. But the prophecy never mentioned his appearance; at least... he doesn't belong to this era."

Chapter 128, but the ending has never changed.

Caislana provided an explanation for Tibo's doubts.

“You must listen to me, Aglaia, Teacher Tibo: The ‘White Calamity’ of this world has not yet been born. In the distant future, he will appear before you, guided by divine decree—”

“Don’t go to him—because ‘Recreation’ is a complete scam.” He shook his head.

“I will tell you everything truthfully, and you will surely understand why humanity must abandon divine pronouncements and find another path of ‘recreation’…”

"Because I believe: no matter how the course of history changes, the you I know—"

"The faith of all of us must remain the same."

His words were incredibly sincere, and the trust he showed in Tibo and the others was beyond compare.

He believed that this time, he could change his destiny with his own power, and even... reverse the "re-creation" scam.

"Professor, do you think he can do it?" Sand Gold suddenly turned to Dr. Truth beside him and asked, "To change his fate in this way."

"If you even need to ask me this kind of question..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I understand, you don't need to continue, Professor." Before Dr. Truth could finish speaking, Sand Gold interrupted him. Sand Gold sighed and continued:

"Sigh, perhaps I shouldn't have asked this question, after all, his failure was already destined."

If this path were truly feasible, how could reincarnation have continued for over thirty million times...?

"Thus, the rock strata began to reverse, and history was rewoven."

The creation story unfolds on the rock strata.

The white-clad savior escorted those behind him to safety, while the black-clad swordsman seized the flame of the ancient god.

Beyond this mural, Caislana, dragging the approaching dawn, wearily walked along the scroll.

"Through an old friend's introduction, I met Cerrudra, the leader of the Fire Chasing Journey. After a difficult and lengthy negotiation, we reached an agreement—"

"Caesar's allies need 'destruction,' and I am willing to give my all. And the spoils of the fire-chasing—the spark—will be sealed away for me."

"The premise is: in the upcoming battle, the conquest of 'the land'..."

"I can prove that my strength is enough to transcend fate."

"In the original history, it was a brutal war. In the end, the 'Wild Flute,' a servant of the 'Titan of the Earth' of Georia, slew the maddened Titan and took over the fire that sustained the earth."

"But this time, Onphalus faced a turning point in his fate."

"Neither side suffered casualties. When I severed the giant's head and raised the flame high, the crowd cheered thunderously around the divine remains, now consumed by golden blood—"

"—Hail the hero of 'destruction,' who first ignites the glimmer of life."

A faint light appeared in his eyes, and in that moment, he seemed to see hope.

"Yes, in the flickering light, the once gloomy road ahead seems to have a path to follow."

"I proved myself, and in the long years that followed, I brought down the rest of the Titans one by one."

"All I can do is 'wait.' When time returns to its starting point, the opportunity to change the world will emerge from between the lines of history..."

"Until the cruel future revealed by 'Rebirth' is reversed."

Yanqing felt a little regretful. Although he had already witnessed Mr. Bai'e's swordsmanship, it would be great to be able to watch a wonderful battle.

But what awaits him at the end of this eternal return... is not the ending he hoped for.

"But tell me..."

"If that's truly the case, why have we all ended up with the same fate?"

Bai Er clenched his fist silently. He had clearly changed the history and fate of Onphalus in the beginning, and everything should have been different.

And why... do they all end up with the same fate?

"The First Eternal Return to the End"

In the courtyard of the Marble Palace, Caislana gazed silently into the distance.

Behind him stood his reincarnation, Bai E, in this cycle of reincarnation.

At this moment, Bai E frowned, revealing his anger.

"People kept their promise and let you take over all the fire. In this generation, after Tirisdias, no demigod was born in Onphalus."

"Now that things have come to this, I just want to know, when their mortal bodies dissipate in the black tide..."

Bai Er stated his question almost word by word.

"Why didn't you shed a single tear?"