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Lonely night, vast expanse of sky.

Then the faint remnants of stars flickered, and the clouds and mist grew thick.

Inside the house, lights and shadows cast warm glows gently.

The infant sat facing the young man.

The lights wrinkled the young man's brow and eyes, making him especially gentle. "Otto, come here, drink the medicine!"

"... ..." Little Otto looked at Lu Mian with a smile, then at Kallen, who had been criticizing him.

The soup in the porcelain bowl was translucent, shimmering with golden light, and a flower of the same color floated on it.

That flower, however, exuded an indescribable elegance and sanctity.

Kallen wasn't sure if this was a good soup, but Lu Mian's expression while holding it definitely wasn't comforting.

Otto always felt this was just a bowl of... soul-wrenching soup?

Despite that, he still took the soup bowl, drained it in one go, and showed Lu Mian the emptied bowl with only the flower left.

"Alright, alright," Lu Mian nodded in satisfaction, then gently plucked each petal of the flower and placed it into Little Otto's mouth. "This is also a good thing, don't waste it."

Otto was forced to chew down the petals of a holy flower, finishing the entire thing under Lu Mian's quiet insistence.

And then—something changed.

After truly "drinking" the medicine, Little Otto suddenly felt a strange heat rise up all over his body, especially between his legs...

Could it be... that kind of medicine?!

Too good... no—too bad!

"What the hell is this?!"

Otto Apocalis is dead. ]

Otto Apocalis was born. ]

He cried in your arms. ]

Later on, the immaculate bishop would walk a long, long distance on his own legs, and he would recall this very scene countless times. ]

He never felt ashamed. ]

Because someone once proved to him, through actions, that the tears shed out of love are the strongest kind. ]

"Not just your legs... your bones aren't great either. I'll slowly adjust you, aiming to turn you into a double-door refrigerator."

"Suck... double-door... refrigerator?"

"All muscle. Your pecs alone will be as wide as you."

"No way!!"

"?"

Lu Mian looked at Otto, who was seriously rejecting the idea of muscle in his arms, tilted his head, then smiled lightly.

Back then, he was also a silly boy who didn't like muscles—he thought being thin like a bamboo stick made him look good.

Once Little Otto grows a bit older, maybe he'll start liking muscles too.

Thinking of that, Lu Mian smiled.

The dim light illuminated his soft expression, covering up the deep fatigue buried within him.

It was not the medicinal soup that truly healed Otto, but the power of the "Mimic God Key: Black Abyss White Flower" contained behind it. ]

It was a Creation-type Divine Key, holding both creation and decay properties. ]

The power of the Void Archives is pretty amazing, isn't it? ]

[Well, the Void Archives' abilities aren't that divine.] ]

Simulated Black Abyss White Flower can heal, but only for surface-level wounds. ]

To cure someone with paralyzed legs, that's practically the same as reviving a dying person. ]

Yet somehow, your use of the Void Archives is amazing. ]

Because when you inject your own "existence" into the mimic key, its power isn't any different from a real Divine Key. ]

The Void Archives that stole the power of all other Keys—how incredible. ]

As for your own existence, it's easy to understand. Everything that exists will erode with time. Even a Void-being cannot escape that. ]

But you've existed for too long—long enough that in the eyes of humans, you're almost immortal. ]

And now, you chose to cut off a piece of that eternal self, transform it into a white flower, and offer it to Otto—just for him to stand again. ]

In that moment, the clock started ticking on your own existence. A lifespan that had long exceeded human limits... had finally begun to end. ]

But you don't care. ]

Looking at Otto, crying with joy in your arms, you knew: this decision was completely, perfectly, absolutely right. ]

Maybe it was unprecedented. Maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was too much. But you had no regrets. ]

A distant wall of snow was erected quietly at the tip of your heart. You'd already "awakened." ]

...

Otto's legs were truly healed.

The moment he could stand, he began madly chasing after planes with Kallen, hopping and running around every day, completely losing the maturity he'd tried to maintain.

You watched them play and run with joy.

As for whether Otto would be targeted by those with hidden intentions—you didn't worry.

He was, after all, the son of a bishop. Even without that title, wouldn't you still be here?

The "mimicked someone" who had accompanied Otto's growth—though not remembered by the later generations—was a truly powerful Divine Key, born of love.

And so, in your presence, Otto and Kallen continued to grow—bit by bit.

A child becomes a youth. A girl becomes a young woman.

And you remained the same, unchanged.

You knew, perhaps one day, Otto would grow taller than you.

And Kallen... would no longer need to tilt her head to look up at you.

By then, you wouldn't be able to call them "little ones" anymore.

Such a sad truth—it makes you want to cry, yet it also makes you smile.

Ordinary. Unremarkable. But beautiful.

Those peaceful moments passed day by day—until...

1466, inside the cathedral.

Otto, only fourteen years old, stood by as Kallen knelt beside his father's coffin, sobbing uncontrollably…

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