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(Fate) Chapter 271: The Straightforward Goddess of Fate, Clotho (2.48k)
🕑 Added 2025-01-27 20:16:22 +0000 UTCIn this way, the fate of the Fairy Nation’s Rain Clan was rewritten.
Fairy Knight Lancelot, who was the strongest existence from the moment of her birth, repaid the kindness of Promise for granting her sentience by protecting the clan that was originally doomed to extinction and saving Vivian.
However, just as Vivian, overjoyed, prepared to return to Promise’s side, she discovered he had already vanished without a trace.
Even Melusine, who instinctively wanted to follow in his footsteps, found she could no longer locate him.
Because at this time, Promise had already arrived before Morgan.
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Outside the Rain Clan’s kingdom.
The faint morning light tore apart the darkness of the night, and the rays of dawn illuminated the reborn Rain Clan.
Promise, alone, came to the outskirts of the kingdom.
Sitting on a smooth stone under the morning sun, he quietly awaited her arrival.
Before long, the queen of the Lostbelt, Morgan, who had been observing him from two thousand years in the future, appeared in front him.
She was as she always was, wearing her veil.
Beneath it was a face of goddess-like beauty, her silver hair shimmering in the bright sunlight as her emotionless blue eyes gazed at the boy who looked at her with a smile.
"Were you waiting for me?"
Morgan asked coldly.
"Yes. I knew you would come to find me,” Promise replied. "After all, I’ve caused enough chaos in your past. There’s no way you’d remain indifferent... Now that the fate of the Rain Clan has been altered, and I’ve repaid Vivian for saving me, there’s really no reason for me to stay here any longer."
Hearing him say this, although Morgan didn't say anything on the surface, she was actually relieved in her heart.
After all, Promise’s existence was far too unstable.
To prevent further changes to the future, Morgan naturally couldn’t tolerate him staying in this era any longer.
In fact, the simplest and most effective solution would have been to kill Promise.
Not to mention, he appeared so fragile, as though a single touch could end everything.
But she didn't even have this thought in the first place.
Perhaps it was because Promise had already become Vivian’s friend.
In some ways, he could even be considered Morgan’s only friend at this moment.
Or perhaps it was his act of saving the Rain Clan…
Whatever the reason, Morgan’s frozen heart had softened ever so slightly.
So, without saying a word, she once again used her mirror magic to take Promise away from this era, sending him two thousand years into the future.
However, what Morgan didn’t expect was this:
When the spell ended and Promise had indeed left the era, she returned to her throne and opened her eyes, only to find that his presence was nowhere to be found.
It was as if, just as suddenly as he had appeared in her memories, Promise had vanished before her eyes.
When Morgan realized that Promise was gone, a rare feeling of panic stirred within her—a feeling she hadn’t experienced in millennia.
She didn't know whether it was because of the fear of the unknown consequences he might bring. Or because of the sudden rush of memories and emotions that surfaced in her mind.
But one this was certain..For the first time in her reign as the Queen of the Lostbelt, Morgan felt a flicker of panic.
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As Promise woke from the mirror magic’s teleportation, his dazed eyes blinked open, and he pushed himself off the ground to sit up.
Looking up at the familiar temple ceiling, it didn’t take long for him to realize where he was.
And when he did, he froze.
Inside the ancient temple, threads symbolizing the fate of all living beings intertwined seamlessly in the air above, forming an intricate web.
At the same time, Promise felt a gentle pinch on his cheek.
The force was familiar.
He turned his head with an incredible look on his face, looking at the person kneeling beside him.
The person was wearing a white ceremonial robe typical of ancient Greek rituals, with strands of white hair slipping out from under the hood.
Her eyes were blank and unseeing, gazing into the future rather than the present.
She sat quietly, her small hand gently pinching his cheek.
It was meant to punish him, yet she didn’t have the heart to use much strength.
She tried to maintain a stern expression, wanting to show him how upset and angry she was.
But the restrained annoyance in her face was overshadowed by an uncontrollable joy at his presence, mixed with a hint of grievance.
Promise’s emerald-green eyes widened gradually, his gaze filled entirely with her image.
At this moment, he couldn’t quite believe it.
She appeared so suddenly, without warning, so unexpectedly.
"...Clotho, is it really you?”
His voice trembled slightly.
In response, the small hand on his cheek pinched harder.
“You idiot,” Clotho spoke, her voice as soft and youthful as ever, laced with an effortful attempt to uphold the dignity of a goddess.
At the same time, for the first time in history, there was a sense of inexplicable grievance.
"I've been calling for you this entire time.”
"And I even asked Queen Hera to deliver a message to you... The sky as your canvas, Pegasus carrying your belongings, among which was the doll you gave me."
...Wait, what?
At that moment, Promise finally realized a few things and couldn't help bit blink softly at the delicate and adorable goddess in front of him.
"But you… you’ve been ignoring it all along.”
Saying this, Clotho, who was now kneeling in front of Promise and clearly unable to contain her frustration, reached out with her other hand.
Now with both hands, she gently tugged at Promise’s cheeks to express her dissatisfaction.
In response to this, Promise remained silent for a moment, then suddenly extended his arms, pulling Clotho into his embrace as her body stiffened, and her face showed an unmistakable panic.
"Sorry," He whispered softly.
And with just that one word, those two simple syllables, it was enough for Clotho.
For the goddess of fate, who had always known everything about Promise, who knew he would leave, who had once attempted in vain to follow him across the endless stretches of time, and who had waited for him all this while.
Clotho, the goddess from ancient Greek mythology who held the threads of future destiny, needed nothing more than this.
“...Though .....I've always known this, but I never thought that after you took off all your disguises, you would turn out to be such a fool."
Clotho, cradled in Promise’s arms, hesitantly reached out her hand, gently patting his head.
Her doll-like face, usually so stoic, couldn’t help but soften into a faint smile.
"To worry about something as trivial as not being accepted… Promise, the one I love isn’t the great hero who creates miracles time and time again."
"It’s simply you."
Clotho, the goddess of Fate, had the right to say this, more than anyone
Because, unlike others, she had always known the truth.
After all, she was the one who had held Promise’s crystal sphere of fate in her hands, cradling it carefully until, in the end, she shattered it herself.
In her eyes, Promise was never the great hero of ancient Greece but simply himself.
So what mattered to her was never the identity of a legendary hero or his ability to show her a brighter future time and time again.
What Clotho cared about, from beginning to end, was just Promise.
That soft, slightly youthful voice carried an unprecedented tenderness, she had never shown openly before, whispering gently by Promise’s ear, causing the latter, who had remained silent, to instinctively tighten his embrace around Clotho.
And then…
"These words… Did your second sister, Lachesis, teach you to say them?”
As soon as the words left his mouth—
"Ahhh, you piece of wood!"
Fueled by rising anger, Lachesis, the second sister who had been secretly observing, could no longer hold back.
With Atropos, the eldest sister, who was making no effort to stop her..or perhaps too uninterested to care—Lachesis appeared in a flash and landed a heavy knock on Promise's head.
Even Clotho fell silent at the scene.
The gentle expression on her face, who was obviously rare and fleeting, gradually disappeared as she reverted to her usual doll-like, emotionless elegance.
She reached out, gently pushing Promise away, and turned her head, as if telling him that she wasn’t planning to deal with him for the time being.
Promise scratched his head awkwardly, flashing a sheepish smile toward the fuming Lachesis, who was glaring daggers at him and gasping for breath due to her illness.
"Long time no see, Second Sister."
"Not good. Not good at all!"
Lachesis shot Promise a furious glare, exclaiming, "Do you even realize how long it's been since I've seen my little sister? Ever since you left, she fell into a deep sleep, leaving all her work to me and Big Sister..."
Before she could finish her sentence—
"Correction."
Atropos’s calm voice interrupted, "She left most of it to me. Lachesis, you talk too much. Frankly, I’ve always thought you and Clotho should have just gone to sleep together."
"Big Sister, how can you say that! I've been enduring it all this time to keep you from being lonely..."
"No, I wouldn’t feel lonely. On the contrary, I find you quite annoying."
Without a shred of emotion, Atropos cut off Lachesis mid-sentence.
She even cast her a sidelong glance and added, "Besides, the real reason you didn’t sleep is simply because you think sleeping is boring."
In ancient Greek mythology, the three Fates were known to be quite active, often descending to the mortal world to share prophecies with heroes.
Lachesis, now feeling a bit frustrated, was left speechless.
With no other outlet for her irritation, she turned her sharp glare back to Promise, staring at him as if she were ready to hit again.
The latter shrank back instinctively, trying to hide behind Clotho.
Although Clotho also wanted to give him a knock on the head, when faced with her sister's unfriendly demeanor, she silently stepped forward, placing herself between them to shield him.
"Isn’t it just like you to spoil him? Who could possibly out-pamper you?"
Lachesis rolled her eyes before turning her sharp gaze back to Promise.
"Now, don’t you have something you should be saying to us?"
"Uh... Oh! I’m very sorry!"
Promise’s response was unusually enthusiastic, his tone full of sincerity.
Well..at least he was extremely positive in admitting his mistake.
"Who told you to apologize? And besides, you’ve apologized so many times before, but you’ve never actually changed, have you?"
Lachesis, clearly unimpressed, smacked Promise on the head again as the latter glanced at her, who stood there, arms crossed as she glared at him, before he shifted his gaze to Atropos, who stood silently, her expression calm as ever.
Finally, he looked down at Clotho, who tilted her head slightly, as if gazing up at him expectantly.
It dawned on Promise what he should have said all along.
"...It’s been a long time."
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Even though countless years had passed, the moment of reunion was as seamless as if no time had gone by.
Despite the time and distance, there were no barriers between them, and the familiarity between them remained unchanged.
Regarding the events in the Lostbelt of Britain, the Three Fates had observed everything.
Because Promise had invoked Clotho’s name repeatedly, even swearing oaths in her name, their attention had naturally been drawn to his actions.
After all, the Lostbelt was a world steeped in the residual divine power of a god’s corpse.
Just as in the Age of Gods, it was forbidden to carelessly call upon a god’s name without consequences.
Lachesis didn’t miss the opportunity to tease Promise and Clotho about it.
In his attempts to rewrite the fate of Vivian and Morgan, Promise had frequently described Clotho, calling her a "slightly tsundere but utterly adorable little goddess of destiny."
This teasing persisted until Atropos finally intervened with her flat, emotionless tone, silencing Lachesis immediately.
"Promise, you should know that the Lostbelt is... a place destined to be edited out—a world not meant to continue or exist."
When the second sister heard that the eldest sister was going to talk about serious matters, she finally calmed down after making a fuss for a while.
"Yes, I know."
Promise nodded gently, his voice carrying a calm acknowledgment.
"You changed the fate of the Queen of the Lostbelt."
Atropos said as her calm gaze fixed on Promise. "So, I want to know: do you intend to rewrite the fate of the entire Lostbelt?”
Hearing this, Lachesis and Clotho both fell silent, turning their eyes to Promise and the latter even reached out and gently held his hand.
“As long as it’s you, I’m willing to witness any future,”
Clotho said softly.
Her words caused even the emotionless Atropos to show a faint trace of helplessness in her gaze, while Lachesis rolled her eyes crazily.
"Oh, right! Let me correct something,” Lachesis added with exasperation. "That thing Clotho just said to you? I didn’t teach her that... When you left, and my sister fell into that long sleep, I honestly thought her brain was broken!”
After all, that proud sister no longer has any trace of pride left.
The way she was now throwing straight balls was as casual as drinking water.
Clotho ignored Lachesis, her pale eyes quietly ‘watching’ Promise.
Back in the Age of Gods, due to Promise’s dreams, Clotho hadn’t stopped him from leaving.
But at the time, she had said they would meet again someday.
What she hadn’t said then was another promise she had made to herself...
That was.. when they meet again, she wouldn’t let him go.
Promise was also a little stunned as he looked at Clotho, before he smiled gently, turned his head to look at his eldest sister Atropos, and said: "Don't worry, eldest sister, I know what I should do, because this world was never meant to continue."
"It is a world built on lies, deceit, and slaughter. While it is undeniably beautiful, thanks to its queen... it simply should not exist.”
The reason she helped Vivian was because she was a friend and because he owed her a debt.
But after discovering the true nature of this world and witnessing it with his own eyes, Promise had understood from the very beginning that this world wasn’t meant to persist.
And so, from the start, he had known what he must do here.
Something that could elevate him to the rank of Heroic Spirit...
Erase this Lostbelt!
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