Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 669: The Mother Goddess

The dark corridor was slowly traversed by Roel. A path was fashioned through the chaotic expanse by means of a spatial spell, guiding him steadily toward his objective.

The scene was quite familiar. Under the cloak of night, the plains exuded an aura of profound tranquility. Dominating the center of this expanse was a towering structure, radiating an air of divine authority—this was Roel’s initial perception of the location within the Witness State.

However, this area had undergone a significant transformation since his last visit.

While the landscape and the grand tower remained unchanged, the vibrant activity had ceased. The bustling cities that once adorned these plains had vanished. Likewise, the sky, once teeming with migratory beings, was now empty.

The Moonsoul Tower, once brilliantly illuminated, now stood dimly lit. Only the numerous chambers offered a silent testament to its former liveliness. The guards, typically patrolling the hallways, were conspicuously absent.

Though he had encountered this desolation before while searching for Alicia, it still stirred a sense of unease within him.

He passed through the guest waiting area, adorned with various artworks, and entered the silver-themed banquet hall. Gazing upon the deserted room, he could somehow perceive lingering silhouettes of those who once frequented the space.

This was the very place where he had engaged in a battle of wits with the leaders of the High Elves and other races. It was solely due to the Mother Goddess’s favor that he survived that encounter, an event that prompted a revision of his strategy.

Reflecting on it now evoked a multitude of emotions. The entire experience felt dreamlike. Only the palpable pressure emanating from a distance refuted this notion, compelling him to confront the present reality.

Ascending the stairs, he reached the audience chamber at the uppermost level. Navigating the corridor, he arrived at the inner chambers. The room appeared precisely as he recalled it. It was only upon reaching the courtyard that he reflexively halted his advance.

The recognizable aura emanating from beyond the door caused his expression to darken.

A profound nervousness gripped him, as he was uncertain of what awaited him. For one thing, he was certain the Mother Goddess would not regard him with the same warmth as before.

Drawing a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

…

The sight that greeted Roel was one he knew well.

Beneath the dark expanse of night, illuminated by the moon’s gentle radiance, and within a delicate courtyard bursting with thousands of blossoms, a silver-haired figure rested at the far end.

He had witnessed this scene countless times within the Witness State, but never from this perspective. Instead of observing her from behind, he had been nestled within her embrace.

Whenever sleep eluded him during the night, the Mother Goddess would bring him to this tranquil spot. She would share tales of the cities below, patiently waiting for drowsiness to claim him. Then, she would cradle the weakened him, guiding him into slumber to mend his wounded spirit.

For this reason, his most cherished memory of the Moonsoul Tower wasn't of the tower itself, but of observing the world unfold from the Mother Goddess’s comforting arms.

Aside from that, there was the poignant moment of their separation.

It occurred during an emotional crescendo that the Witness State abruptly concluded. Since that juncture, he had not encountered the Mother Goddess. He had never anticipated meeting Her again in this fashion, especially given how drastically everything had changed.

“You have finally arrived, descendant of the traitor.”

The silver-haired woman turned, her gaze meeting his without any sign of surprise at his appearance.

Roel offered a bow and a greeting, “A pleasant eve to you, Mother.”

“Mother?” The Mother Goddess’s crimson eyes widened slightly, a flicker of disbelief dancing within them.

Roel affirmed with a nod. “Numerous misunderstandings have transpired between You and our lineage, yet I have perpetually regarded You as my mother.”

“You possess the audacity to label those transgressions as mere ‘misunderstandings’? Do you truly believe I could forget the past?”

“No, I merely speak the truth.” Roel remained unperturbed by the Mother Goddess’s cutting remark. He gazed at the silver-haired figure before him and calmly recounted the past. “Regardless of any event, the Kingmaker is Your child. You were the one who imparted this knowledge to me.”

“Indeed, I did utter those words, but that belongs to the past, to the deceitful realm you and your kin conjured with your formidable powers.” The Mother Goddess fixed Roel with a sharp, piercing look, her voice deepening with emotion. “You exploited the laws of the Witness State to temporarily usurp my memories and ensnare me, then utilized the portal to the real world to superimpose my recollections. This was the elaborate scheme devised by you and your clan, was it not? What a remarkably potent spell it was. Even I was taken completely by surprise. And you… you were the flawless instrument of its execution.”

Her voice cracked, laced with the profound pain of disappointment and simmering anger that flashed within her crimson eyes.

Her words struck Roel’s heart like a physical blow. He hastily interjected, “No, Mother. It is not as you perceive…”

“Then enlighten me. What is the truth? You would have achieved complete success had my powers not been independent of the Witness State,” the Mother Goddess retorted with a scoff, shaking her head. “At that point, I would have become your clan’s ultimate bulwark against the Savior. What would have been your subsequent action? Would you have wielded my might to subdue the power of the Six Calamities? Or would you have waited until both I and the Savior were depleted before striking us down in a single, decisive blow?”

“…” Roel found himself speechless, taken aback that his ancestors would cast such a long shadow over him.

The Mother Goddess’ perception of the Kingmaker Clan was undeniably poor, rating far below zero. After all, their betrayal of Her during a crucial battle against the Savior was an unforgivable transgression.

Through their exchange, Roel pinpointed the core of the misunderstanding.

“Mother, though I understand Your skepticism, I must impress upon You that I approached You with no hidden agenda. Our encounter was purely by chance, not by any command or directive.”

“And You claim that spell was merely a coincidence?”

“Not the spell itself, but the circumstances leading to it were not orchestrated. The ring, which acts as a conduit to that Witness State, has been a hereditary artifact within the Kingmaker Clan for ages. While I cannot deny my ancestors’ desire to atone for their past transgressions, I am uncertain if their intent extended to overwriting Your memories.”

“Uncertain? Do you take Me for a fool?” The Mother Goddess’ countenance darkened, Her formidable mana beginning to stir restlessly.

“A legacy artifact, a singular opportunity to deceive Me—and as its wielder, how could you possibly be unaware of its true purpose?”

“That is precisely because my actions were never premeditated, and I can offer proof of this assertion.”

“What proof could You possibly have?”

“I could not possibly have approached You on behalf of my people, for the Kingmaker Clan has effectively ceased to exist.”

“…” The Mother Goddess gazed at Roel, Her eyes wide with disbelief as She struggled to grasp his meaning.

Roel elaborated, “Mother, Your lack of awareness stems from Your long slumber. The Kingmaker Clan met its demise a millennium ago, vanquished by the insidious schemes and relentless encirclement orchestrated by the Savior’s devoted followers. Though survivors exist, our ancestral heritage has been utterly lost.

“Over the past thousand years, a mere three individuals from our clan have achieved awakening. I stand as the sole awakener of my generation, with the previous one emerging four centuries prior. Stripped of our bloodline powers, we are but ordinary mortals. The Ascarts, my family, are not even sovereigns, merely nobles within a foreign land.”

“This… this cannot be…” The Mother Goddess trembled, Her heart aching at the perceived downfall of Her kin. She looked at Roel, yet a lump formed in Her throat, rendering speech impossible.

“Consequently, despite inheriting the ring, Mother, I remained ignorant of its true function. Our meeting was a happenstance, and I harbor no intent to deceive You.”

“…” The Mother Goddess, despite the lack of immediate verification, found herself inclined to believe Roel’s account.

The inherent power of the Kingmaker Clan was not something that could be hidden, nor could the annals of history be rewritten. Roel would have no conceivable motive to fabricate such a blatant falsehood. Furthermore, She could sense the genuine emotions emanating from Roel as he spoke.

Following a profound silence, She finally spoke, Her voice laced with effort and a decidedly softer tone. “I acknowledge the current state of the Kingmaker Clan, but… this does not erase the past. Countless warriors from disparate races perished due to their actions, and I too was forced into hibernation.”

“I understand. The transgressions of my ancestors were indeed catastrophic, their consequences irreversible. However… Mother, would You exact vengeance upon me for their deeds?”

“I…”

“If your wrath is directed at the Kingmaker Clan, then I am the final target… No, there is also my unborn child. Will You extinguish her life as well?” Roel’s voice cracked with emotion.

“!” The Mother Goddess flinched, Her crimson eyes widening in shock. She was utterly bereft of words.

With the Kingmaker Clan now extinct, Roel represented the sole remaining vessel for the Mother Goddess’ vengeance. Yet, the notion of slaying Her beloved child to satisfy Her thirst for retribution seemed preposterous, even to the enraged deity.

Shaking Her head, She conceded that such an act was beyond Her capacity.

A heavy silence permeated the space between them before Roel broached another pivotal question: “Mother, let us set aside the matter of the Kingmaker Clan for the moment. How do You perceive humankind?”

“Humans?”

“The ancient war concluded with the demise of the Savior. Humankind has ascended to become the dominant race in this world. Will You be their guardian, or will You stand as their adversary?”

“…” The atmosphere grew thick with unspoken tension. After a beat, the Mother Goddess softly inquired, “…And if I were their enemy?”

“Then, Mother, I would have no alternative but to oppose You.”

“You would dare raise Your hand against Me? Though You have absorbed a portion of the Savior’s power, it is but a fragment. Surely You comprehend the futility of challenging Me?”

“I am acutely aware of the odds. With the return of the Black Moon, confronting You directly is virtually impossible. However, that was never my intention.”

“Hm?” The Mother Goddess appeared perplexed.

“Should such a dire circumstance arise, I will expend all my power to transform into a seal and enter hibernation alongside You,” Roel stated with unwavering calmness.

“…”

"I have to do this to protect my family, friends, and all of humanity. But I believe this is a better path than conflict between us. I will accompany you into a long hibernation, until your hatred eventually fades..."

"Enough." The Mother Goddess gazed at Roel with a complex expression before finally letting out a sigh. Her imposing aura began to dissipate.

"Mother?"

"I understand your intentions. I... no longer wish to hibernate." The Mother Goddess shook her head in resignation. "So much time has passed. The Kingmaker Clan is gone. It is time to release My hatred."

"You mean..."

"I will not become an enemy to you or humankind. You may put your mind at ease."

The Mother Goddess suddenly appeared weary. With the Savior's demise and the disappearance of her target for vengeance, she found herself adrift, lacking purpose. This plunged her into a state of confusion. She looked at Roel as if bidding him a final, eternal farewell.

However, Roel harbored greater ambitions.

"I understand, Mother. That implies you are willing to set aside the animosity between us, correct? If so, would you indulge a personal request of mine?"

"Speak."

"Do not depart... Regardless of what transpires, I implore you to remain in this world. This is my plea, as a child to his mother."

"!" The Mother Goddess stared at Roel, her eyes wide with astonishment. She had not anticipated him perceiving her inner turmoil. Observing his earnest gaze, her expression gradually softened.

After a considerable pause, she looked at him, her eyes slightly reddened, and shook her head. "Roel, you are an astute child. You must realize that maintaining equilibrium between two equally potent forces is an impossibility. Only one of us can exist here; otherwise, it is merely a matter of time before humanity fractures. Such is the immutable law of history."

"I am aware of that, but this conundrum can be resolved. In fact, my very existence presents the solution to this predicament." Roel approached the Mother Goddess and extended a radiant hand towards her.

The Mother Goddess was taken aback, for she understood the profound significance of the light emanating from his hand.

It was a singular technique of the Kingmaker Clan. Roel was extending an offer of a contract. His action illuminated his true objective.

Upon forming this contract, they would become intrinsically linked, as if a single entity, making mutual opposition impossible. While conceptually straightforward, no Kingmaker had ever succeeded in contracting the Mother Goddess due to the overwhelming disparity in their power. Nevertheless, Roel possessed a chance after absorbing the Savior's residual energies.

A subtle luminescence began to glow within the Mother Goddess's crimson eyes, while Roel steadfastly held his hand aloft.

"My ancestors may have erred greatly, but that does not negate the truth that I, the Kingmaker, am your child, and this world is your sanctuary. Mother, please remain here."

"...Such a willful child you are." The Mother Goddess gazed tenderly upon Roel before finally unveiling a smile of gentle surrender. "I cannot disregard my child's earnest plea... I shall remain with you a while longer."

The Mother Goddess clasped Roel's hand, and a dazzling brilliance enveloped the world. The long-standing conflict had finally reached its conclusive end.