Episodes 171. Those Who Are Reasonable

There are about ten people standing at a distance, staring pityingly at the poor man tied up there. They didn't expect the one who started the rebellion to end up in such a miserable state.

At this moment, Vrandy was powerless and could only stare blankly at his miserable fate within the bindings of the rope. He stared vacantly at the ground he couldn't even touch. In front of him stood a well-dressed man gazing sharply in the direction of the destroyed building.

The man was named Halim, the Governor, and his rank was above Nova's, but he remained powerless than the mayor in politics power.

What Halim saw now was a display of colors there. Various elemental colors clashed and absorbed each other. He was watching something intently.

But the elemental color display was not what mattered to him; it was the two flying creatures made of ice and lightning.

Seeing those two creatures, Halim curved his lips into a sneering smile. "So, you're bringing them out again? And this time, you're not holding back!"

Whatever he was thinking, he seemed very pleased to see those two creatures.

"Rest assured, all of you over there will soon vanish in an instant! No matter how strong you are!" He turned to Vrandy with a smiling gaze. "Look at this! I have brought a sacrifice to strengthen my pure magic! Magic that will enhance the power of the artillery I created."

He attempted a ritual dance where people sat cross-legged, encircling the central point. The dancer would shout 'gak!' while shaking their body and raising both hands high.

The person in the center would be used as a sacrifice.

"What are you going to do, Halim?! Do you believe in myths?! In this day and age!" Vrandy shouted, trying to hold back his trembling.

"You know... In the past, there was a ritual to offer something to the gods. That ritual has now been abandoned because it was deemed useless and people became more rational. But... there is one question, what was the ritual for?"

He began to circle Vrandy.

"I tried to find information after information, but what I found was just trash."

"Until at one point, I got tired, my subordinate named Salwa came and handed me an ancient paper she didn't understand from her expedition."

"I tried to decipher the meaning of that old paper. And finally, I found it!"

"The meaning of this ritual!"

"This is a ritual to strengthen those with pure magic!"

He spread his arms wide under the night stars.

"While reading it, I felt sad..." He suddenly became gloomy. "I found out that the writer of that story was a very suffering person named Anitya..."

As he said that, the sound of footsteps rushed towards him.

But it didn't take long; the footsteps suddenly stopped as if they were also interested in the story.

"You all came? Well, let's listen to this story together!" he exclaimed.

"We don't have time for your story, old man!" Xander drew his rapier, ready to stab the man.

Fortunately, Samuel held him back for a moment.

"Anitya Anjasmara... A child with great abilities who was always confined in a cage the size of a field." He pointed to the flattened building.

"He was considered holy by them, the followers of the king."

"He was worshiped but not cared for. The child was nothing more than a tool to attract followers who would die for the king."

"He wrote down several wishes on the papers he wrote there."

"He wanted many childish things... He wanted to know what it felt like to be a normal human."

"But the world was cruel, and until the end, he was just a tool! Even in death, he was nothing more than the king's weapon."

"This ritual was one used to break Anitya's body into five pure magics. When the owner of one of the five magics dies at the hands of their opponents, the killer will gain their power."

What Halim explained was similar to what Nazrul had described.

"This continued from era to era, but... Don't you find it strange? The ritual began to be abandoned. And suddenly there was a technology named after that child. What do you think...?"

Those who had just arrived were shocked and confused, the two feelings merging, not knowing what was really in their hearts.

"I... don't understand your point... However, what you are doing now is very dangerous. I will stop you...!" Widodo, pretending not to know, suddenly raised his weapon and aimed at the man.

"You know... I actually feel sorry for that child, but remember! This is the present! We can't change it, everything from the past can be altered as we please, even if it's just a metaphor!" Xander swung his rapier into the air to show he was ready to fight.

"I'm old, but I know one thing... That story has many versions, I don't even know which is true about that child!" Lodo pulled out his cards, ready to start the battle.

Those with him followed what the others did. Their weapons were active and ready to attack the man alone.

Halim could only sigh while scratching his hair. He had expected the story to be useless, but he was too excited to remember he was in the middle of a battle.

*Clap! *Clap! *Clap!

Halim clapped, causing everyone he had brought to close in and surround the teachers.

"Did you think I came here alone?" he asked, smiling.

"No, we already knew that, but we are still stronger than all your subordinates!" Zarbeth stomped his staff, creating a terrifying ice pattern on the ground.

They all showed their optimism. Both Halim and Zarbeth's sides did not try to lose at this moment.

"Then! Let's finish this here!" (Halim)

A great battle ensued; all of Halim's subordinates advanced towards the remaining teachers.

The teachers took their stance, ready to strike anyone who approached them.

The shouts of Halim's subordinates echoed; they advanced like soldiers plunging into battle.

But in the midst of the fight, just before anyone could clash weapons,

*Boom!

An explosion blurred their vision.

.......

I will end all of this, I thought to myself. All this chaos only has one way to be resolved.

This plan is risky, but it is the best. Better than having more casualties.

I flew to the mountain where the giant artillery lying.

Upon arrival, I saw familiar faces fighting against enemies whose numbers were disproportionate to theirs.

Fortunately, I arrived just before anyone got hurt.

They all stared at me with confused faces. They looked like they were seeing an angel coming to judge their actions.

It did seem that way, but I didn't care. I waved my right hand forward and made a request as the Prince(God).

"I, Rasyid Londerik... ask you to change your memories about this event. Everything will change, what was once my fault and Nova's will be only Nova's. I also command you to forget this form of mine. You must forget what the Prince Project is, what the Prince is. They are nothing more than false memories within you all."

This is the best.

If they forget this event, they will also forget the Prince Project. With Nova as the scapegoat who was already dead, their suspicions about the Prince(God)'s existence would become zero.

As for myself, I do not deserve happiness in life. Too many have died because of me, too many have suffered because of me.

I will consider those who forget me as the final atonement for my sins.

I can be anyone, acting is not something difficult for me. Not because of anything...

Because 'Nothing Real within Me' is my true nature.

My joy as a teacher has ended.

My joy as a human has ended.

My promise to my friend has been fulfilled.

The ghost of the past still haunting me will also drown within me. It will all be replaced with something more terrifying, but it doesn't matter to me.

My impression of the world has changed.

My feeling when I didn't have to kill and instead give affection as a teacher is something I never imagined in my mind. It was all like fiction. This is called enjoying life.

For the first time, I want to say... I enjoy my life.

"Isn't this what you wanted too, Anitya Anjasmara?"

Since becoming the Prince, I knew about the feelings from that past. The true story of that child. The child who wanted to feel everything I had experienced before.

I felt connected to him.

In a white world, I seemed to see an old man smiling at me. He nodded and then disappeared.

The Prince Project, Success... It seems that's what I should say.

The wish of the child from 700 years ago has been fulfilled.

The world went black, and time passed for several hours...

Everyone forgot about me and the Prince(God). The events earlier were merely a disaster caused by Nova. There was no loophole, not even the incident at the school ruins.