Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2154: Records of creation (2)

Solista stayed silent as Aquaron posed that question.

Rather than replying right away, she fixed him with a stern gaze for several moments before declaring, "You know that we shouldn’t be discussing that."

Aquaron appeared completely unphased by Solista's retort.

Remaining composed, he simply stated, "You’re the one that’s been working closest with the ’great one’ on this project, so you should be the one that knows the most."

Switching to a tone that evoked a concerned relative, he added, "I just want to know more about the youngest."

Upon hearing those words, my brows furrowed involuntarily.

I had come across that phrase previously, after all.

The youngest god, for whom the God of Creation supposedly fashioned this entire world...

Discovering more details about the youngest through this vision could reveal secrets of this world hidden from me all along.

Yet Solista clearly had no intention of discussing the youngest with Aquaron.

Ignoring his direct query, she countered instead, "Why do you want to know more about the youngest all of a sudden? Are you sure that your intentions are pure?"

A grave expression crossed Aquaron’s features as he replied, "Naturally they are pure. Why would you even think of me like that? We’re all part of the same family, so it’s only normal that we would want to take care of each other."

Despite the gravity in his voice, Solista's glance toward him revealed her lingering distrust.

Ultimately, with a heavy sigh, Solista admitted, "Even if I wanted to tell you anything, it isn’t as if there’s anything new that’s happened."

"What do you mean?"

Solista glanced about cautiously before whispering, though her hushed words still reached my ears clearly.

"There’s no development with the youngest."

Shock flickered across Aquaron's face as he began, "Then you’re saying that the youngest is a..."

Before he finished his sentence, Solista swiftly clamped a hand over his mouth, her face turning deadly serious as she warned, "You better not say that here."

Aquaron acknowledged his error with a quick nod.

Still, his expression betrayed deep concern.

From their exchange, the youngest's significance to them was evident, yet their words offered no real insights into the youngest.

Following a prolonged pause, Aquaron inquired at last, "What will happen with the youngest now?"

Solista fell quiet, lost in contemplation.

Eventually, she responded, "It isn’t our place to worry about that."

Aquaron, however, refused to let it go, pressing, "You know what the youngest represents. If there is a problem, we all need to come together to come up with a solution."

Solista placed her hand on Aquaron’s shoulder and commanded, "Calm yourself."

Her tone left no room for defiance.

Aquaron instantly composed himself, then sheepishly said, "I’m sorry. It’s just that this matter has gotten me a bit worked up."

Letting out another sigh, Solista remarked, "You’re the oldest of us, so it’s only natural that you would feel this way. You’re our big brother who has protected us all this time."

A warmth crept into her voice as she spoke these words.

While I had guessed as much before, hearing her affirm it made it all the more real.

The gods, born from the God of Creation, shared blood ties of some sort—I knew that much. But I hadn't imagined their bonds ran deep enough for sibling titles.

Certain gods shared far closer ties than I'd ever anticipated.

Aquaron shook his head and admitted, "It’s my fault for being too worked up. I should be calmer than this as the oldest."

This time, Solista gave his shoulder a gentle pat before advising, "For now, just stop thinking about it. It’s not our place to worry about this, the ’great one’ will take care of everything."

Aquaron nodded faintly in assent.

With that, they resumed their tasks.

Their handling of the incubation chambers resembled that of scientists, which felt odd for gods. Gods weren't expected to craft in such clinical ways, yet they approached their work with utmost gravity.

Conducting tests and logging data, they truly resembled dedicated researchers.

All the while, no divine energy appeared to be in play.

But I understood the truth went deeper than that.

Though I existed like a spectral presence, the rush of energy coursed through my awareness undiminished.

Tubes linked to the incubation chamber pulsed with divine energy streaming into it, a sensation I could detect. In essence, their creations continued to draw upon divine energy.

Yet their approach carried a mechanical chill, devoid of any fantastical wonder.

Upon injecting divine energy into the cultivation chambers, the blobs within stirred in response, plain to see.

By stimulating the blobs in this manner, it looked as if they were finalizing their forms. The divine energy spurred the blobs to sprout what appeared as nascent limbs.

This spectacle unfolded akin to a mythic chronicle of the world's birth.