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(Fate) Chapter 232: Flawless Goddess, Will You Shed Tears for Me? (3k words)
🕑 Added 2024-12-19 16:04:10 +0000 UTCIn fact, at this moment, when he saw the arrow shot by Promise, the symbol of destruction and disaster in ancient Greece, Typhon, the ancestor of all demons, already understood in his heart.
Why did Zeus, the king of the gods, whom he regarded as his nemesis and had made many preparations for, let go now and boldly give him the thunder?
Why did Zeus laugh wildly and say that Promise would definitely win?
Because Zeus had already noticed since the villain incident on Olympus that day that when Promise comes to Typhon on the fateful day, the young man would achieve what he, even the king of the gods, could hardly achieve.
That is...
"The power of the twelve Olympian gods, not only that, but also night, magic, destiny, and judgment, all exist because of him at this moment!"
It's dawn,
The chariot of the sun was galloping in the sky, and the bright light replaced the original darkness.
And the goddess of wisdom who guided Promise here was now standing beside a ruined temple, her golden eyes looking at the young man in white standing in front of the monster Typhon as a picturesque smile appeared on her face, revealing endless joy and excitement.
After all, since that day, she made a promise with him and put all her heart on him,
Athena dreamed of this moment all the time.
"He is the weakest hero in this world."
"But only at this moment, he will be the strongest hero in this world... no, it should be said that in all ages!"
Athena announced loudly.
From the weakest to the strongest at this moment.
This was the closing stage that Athena prepared for Promise!
And there was no doubt that at this moment, holding the thunder and being able to use the power of any main god at will, including judgment, destiny, etc.
He really deserved Athena's praise!
In the entire Greek mythology, no one could surpass him!
But in fact, at the beginning, even Athena never thought that Promise could go so far, so high, so far, giving her surprises again and again.
Everything started when Pomise met Themis, the goddess of justice, Clotho, the goddess of destiny, and later Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen.
The situation got a little out of hand.
In the matter of Ares, the god of war, it was said that Athena initially asked Promise to eat the golden apple just to make him able to carry her power at this moment.
Therefore, at this moment, the goddess of wisdom, who looked at the scene in front of her, instantly understood one thing.
"Clotho, the goddess of fate, she deceived everyone; she is hiding something!"
"Promise is a being that is favored and abandoned by fate. His fate is always changing. Therefore, if it were at the beginning, he would not have been qualified to defeat Typhon."
"But at this moment, even without her sacrificing her life to offer the fruit of the Day, Promise would never have lost!"
Athena realized this in an instant.
In fact, it was easy to understand: we only need to regard reaching Typhon as the final endpoint. Promise, without a doubt, had always been running toward this goal.
Everything he did along the way can be understood as actions taken to continually increase his odds for this decisive confrontation with Typhon.
At the beginning, if he had only the support of Athena and Hera, it would indeed have been difficult for Promise to achieve victory.
But now, with the twelve Olympian gods, along with deities such as Nyx, the goddess of night; Hecate, the goddess of magic; and the Fates, not to mention the aid of almost every hero of this era—
The scales of judgment, once wavering, had undoubtedly been tipped overwhelmingly in his favor.
In fact, because of the immense resources Promise had accumulated along his journey, the balance had shifted so drastically that it was now a complete transformation.
So much so that, let alone facing Typhon, who had consumed the fruit of the Day, not to mention his peak strength, even if Zeus, the king of gods, were to join him, they would both have to seriously consider whether they should raise the white flag and hide for a while!
Thus, Athena naturally came to a realization that the destiny Clotho had glimpsed could never have been failure.
Clotho had merely exploited the gods’ habitual way of perceiving Promise.
All to conceal one crucial truth.
Thus, even she, the goddess of wisdom, had been deceived!
But… what exactly was so significant that Clotho would go so far as to conceal it, even at the risk of offending nearly all the gods?
As such thoughts flickered through Athena’s mind, reality pulled her back, forcing her to set them aside for the moment.
After all, nothing could overshadow this wondrous instant.
Before Typhon, the progenitor of all monsters, Promise, seemingly as insignificant as an ant, now stood firm with the Sword of Judgment in hand.
This was the very sword Themis, the goddess of justice, had once lent to Promise.
It had protected him through a long and arduous journey before he returned it.
Yet now, it had returned to the young man's hands once again.
At this moment, however, the power it bore was no longer the lightning of Zeus.
As Athena had just realized moments earlier, the Sword of Judgment now carried something far greater: the accumulation of everything Promise had gained on his journey, the strength of the twelve Olympian gods, the blessings of countless beings, and their watchful gazes.
In fact, Promise himself had also become keenly aware of this.
After all, at this moment, he not only stood at the highest point of the mountain, but the goddess of justice, Themis, did not say that it was just a simple loan this time!
She had entrusted it to him.
And so…
“Let us begin a grand trial.”
Dressed in immaculate white robes, Promise spoke these words.
As his voice fell, he raised the Sword of Judgment slightly and tapped it lightly against the ground.
In that instant, a pure white courtroom manifested in the world.
The courtroom sealed Typhon within it, and the most terrifying monster in ancient Greece, the destined nemesis of the God-king, Zeus himself, found that he could no longer move, not even an inch.
At the same time, the stars began to shine above the pure white courtroom.
But those stars were not merely celestial bodies.
Their essence was the very paintings Promise had created along his journey.
And since this was a trial, how could it lack witnesses to the final judgment?
Thus, when the stars lit up and the paintings emerged, gods and heroes began to appear from within them.
The Argonauts looked at each other in bewilderment, while Atalanta and Medea looked a little dazed.
There were also Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell; Argus, the hundred-eyed giant; and the sleepless dragon of Colchis, all of whom came here at this moment.
In fact, with every additional person coming out and every additional person arriving, this special pure white court became even more dazzling.
And the force that bound Typhon and suppressed him was even stronger!
Until finally, at the very forefront of the courtroom, the twelve Olympian gods arrived.
They took their positions around Typhon, surrounding the being subjected to judgment.
While the rest of the Olympians, aside from Athena, seemed somewhat confused by what was unfolding, Promise stood before Typhon, his Sword of Judgment firmly planted before him, and spoke:
"May I ask the wise goddess Athena, is this a judgment of wisdom?"
Athena's lips curved into a subtle smile as she responded, "Of course!"
With Athena's answer, all eyes instinctively turned toward the Sword of Judgment in Promise's hand.
At that moment, the gods noticed that the radiant power of Athena's divine authority was being infused into the sword!
"May I ask the noble Queen Hera, is this a judgment that upholds majesty?"
Hera lifted her head, gazing upon the terrifying, imprisoned Typhon, and nodded.
Thus, the divine authority and power of Queen Hera were also channeled into the sword.
"May I ask the goddess of the hearth, Hestia, is this a judgment of compassion?"
Hestia, too, smiled and nodded in agreement.
As the Sword of Judgment grew even more formidable in its aura, even the war god Ares began to understand what was taking place.
One by one, Promise turned to each Olympian:
"May I ask the god of light, Apollo, is this a judgment that illuminates the way?"
"May I ask the war god Ares, is this a judgment that embodies great strength?"
By the time Promise had addressed all of them, he raised the Sword of Judgment high.
Finally, his gaze turned toward Zeus, who had been observing everything intently.
Promise posed the final question:
"May I ask the most revered among the gods, the king of Olympus, the great god Zeus—do you acknowledge this trial that you have witnessed?"
When Promise asked this, even god king Zeus’s gaze toward Typhon softened, tinged with pity.
"I acknowledge it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, thunder boomed and lightning flashed, converging on the Sword of Judgment.
At that moment, Promise delivered the final judgement.
Step by step, he walked toward Typhon, the progenitor of all monsters, the embodiment of calamity and destruction, while the once-mighty Typhon could no longer even let out an enraged roar, utterly restrained.
He swung the sword in his hand!
The sharp blade flashed,
Severing Typhon's head!
The trial was over.
The pure white courtroom vanished, and everyone who had gathered returned to their original places.
They looked at each other in a daze, feeling as if they had just had a dream.
But all of this was, of course, not a dream.
On Mount Olympus, bathed in sunlight,
On the sacred mountain of Olympus, now bathed in sunlight, a rain of corrosive blood began to pour from the sky. Yet, the moment the blood touched the earth, it was purified by divine power.
Typhon's destructive force was cleansed by the power of Promise.
His enormous body began to dissipate.
The once-burned and ravaged domain of Olympus, destroyed by both Typhon’s fury and the clash with Zeus, seemed to recover in an instant, as though touched by a gentle spring breeze.
Flowers of every variety bloomed, and the vibrant green of life spread across the land.
Before long, it was as if this place had never experienced a great war, nor had it ever been destroyed.
It transformed into a paradise of eternal spring.
With light, graceful steps, a silver-haired, golden-eyed goddess in flawless white robes approached Promise as she looked at the young man, who stood firmly, the Sword of Judgment reflected in her eyes.
"You didn’t have to go this far.”
Athena couldn't help but smile at him and said,
"With the gods here, this ruin could have been rebuilt in a matter of weeks, restoring its former glory."
“But this is my final painting,” Promise replied, turning his head.
His golden eyes, now returned to their original clear emerald green, mirrored the image of the goddess walking toward him.
With a soft smile, imbued with the gentle spirit of a poet and painter, Promise said, “How could such a painting be created amidst ruins?"
She knew that Promise had this idea.
After all, this little painter from the ancient Greek gods has been committed to drawing the most beautiful paintings along the way.
"Then, may I ask my most beloved goddess," Promise said to Athena a little nervously, "Do you think my painting... is up to standard?"
“To be honest, it’s not actually perfect.”
Athena’s face turned serious as she spoke, her tone pausing slightly.
Then, looking at the nervous guy in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh.
“But in my heart, it’s not about passing or failing, but a scene I’ll never forget... Alas, my dear believer, what am I, your goddess, to do in the future?
After such an experience, I feel like I can no longer muster any interest in any future heroes or events."
As she spoke, the goddess of wisdom extended her hand towards Promise as she looked at the young man somewhat mischievously and smiled happily.
"So, you have to take responsibility for me!"
You can’t leave me for the rest of your life!
Promise, of course, heard her words and understood her meaning, but seeing her outstretched hand, he didn’t reach out to take it.
Instead, he smiled lightly and said to Athena, “My Goddess, do you know, the painting in my hand is not yet finished; it’s still missing something.”
“Oh?” Athena blinked her beautiful golden eyes, looking at Promise with a hint of surprise and confusion, and said, “What’s missing?”
Promise didn’t answer.
He just put away the Sword of Judgment, then sat down and looked at Athena expectantly.
Athena tilted her head, puzzled as she gazed at Promise for a moment.
Then, as if understanding, she froze briefly before bursting into laughter.
She didn’t refuse.
In this Garden of Eternal Bloom, transformed by the last remnants of Promise’s power, she sat down.
Then, gently, she let Promise rest his head on her lap..
Lowering her head, looking at him staring straight at her, she brushed aside her falling silver hair, revealing a stunningly beautiful smile, and said to Promise in an amused tone,
"You... are you actually acting spoiled with your goddess in this final moment?"
"But compared to me, Clotho is more suitable, right? I heard that you often act spoiled with her!"
It wasn’t just hearing it, it was clearly because she had been secretly watching all along.
The smell of jealousy at this moment was exactly the same as Hera’s.
Promise blinked innocently.
"No, it’s Goddess Clotho who often acts spoiled with me!"
Athena snorted lightly when she heard this, and poked Promise’s face with her hand.
"Liar, you’re already starting to lie to the gods!"
Will that tsundere little goddess Clotho often act like a spoiled child?
She barely dared to express herself directly, and even when she did, you’d practically wave the white flag in surrender.
If she truly acted spoiled with you, you’d have long forgotten about me, your goddess!
Just as Athena found herself both exasperated and amused, waiting for Promise to defend himself, he spoke again.
"Speaking of lies… I’ve actually been lying all along."
Athena froze slightly, looking at Promise’s now-serious expression as his smile faded.
"From the very first time we met, I told you, and everyone else, a lie."
Athena stared at the young man in her lap, who now looked at her with a serious expression as her heartbeat suddenly quickened.
It was as if something was urging her to leave, to avoid hearing what he was about to say.
Just when found herself completely unprepared for this turn of events.
Promise continued, breaking the silence.
"And, the last scene I’ve always wanted to paint isn’t this moment. But even though it may feel a little mean, I truly want to see it.”
His clear emerald eyes shimmered with both a smile and a tinge of apology as he looked at her.
"To see you, the goddess whom I chose from among all the gods.
You, the one revered as flawless, perfect in every way.
Praised by gods and mortals alike,
Their pride, their symbol of the divine."
To see that you—my most cherished, my revered goddess..."
"Would you shed tears for me?"
Promise, don’t you know this isn’t just playing with fire anymore?
Promise knew.
Of course, he knew.
But this was the goddess he had chosen among all the divine beings.
The one who had held his hand and walked with him to this very moment.
Since that was the case, being a little willful and mischievous at this moment wasn’t entirely unreasonable, right?
Besides, it's you, the goddess, who, at the beginning, only started watching him because she wanted to see some grand drama unfold?
Want to have fun.
How could Promise forget that?
He was a petty person!
If there were a "Divine Grudge Log," the first page and the first name would undoubtedly belong to none other than you, Athena, the goddess of wisdom!
And so…
Promise reached into the heavens and took out what Clotho had entrusted to him before his departure.
It was something everyone was familiar with.
The crystal orb Clotho had always cradled in her arms, always protecting and never letting go—the crystal orb that held Promise’s destiny.
Under Athena's stunned gaze, Promise gently but decisively crushed the orb in his hand as the threads of his destiny spilled out, laid bare before the goddess of wisdom.
Athena froze, her expression blank, unable to process what had just happened.
No..
Athena didn't want to see it.
She didn’t want to see, didn’t want to face whatever truth was hidden in those threads of destiny.
But despite herself, the overwhelming curiosity and her desire to know everything pushed her to glance at Promise’s fate.
And in that moment, she saw everything.
Every hidden truth, that was no longer hidden, all of it unfolded before her eyes.
Her body stiffened.
"No… this isn’t real!"
Athena’s voice broke as she cried out. She tried to stand, but even now, she was so concerned about not hurting Promise that her body stood still and did not move.
Her face, for the first time ever, showed utter desperation as she stared at Promise, pleading silently, searching for denial in his eyes.
But what she saw was only the same gentle smile Promise always wore.
As the young man reached out to her, his hand brushing against her flawless face.
“My dear goddess. Tell me, will you… shed tears for me?”
For the second time, he asked the question.
When his hand, cold and trembling, slid away from her cheek, Promise fell silent.
"Ah…"
Promise sighed, shaking his head lightly.
"Athena, next time, don’t cry anymore..because when you cry… you really don’t look good at all.”
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P.S: Finally, this volume is finished.
Thank you all so much for sticking with me.
Then, the next one is the Type-Moon volume, and the rest will be all about Type-Moon content.
Comments
paladar blade
So Promises NP would be the court summoning with all the Greek Gods passing Judgement, with it also counting as a reality marble.
Naga
The only thing for me is that there are already two grand casters already so if he joins them it creates a lot of them compared to the other classes
Jack Sheldrake
Caster does make sense, but then again… he’s a really good archer, uses the sword of Justice (depends how deeply ingrained it is in his myth), and importantly, due to how much of his myth is associated with Pegasus and even Artemis’s deer, he could very well be a Rider. Though if we look at it critically, Caster overall makes the most sense due to his paintings (kinda like Shakespeare with his writing) and the fact that undoubtedly his weak physical strength will be a huge part of his myth, sort of like a David and Goliath type moment. He could be a Ruler based on the fact that some of his greatest achievements utilise Themis’s court, so it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine his as a Ruler with his perceived image of upholding judgement on people. Hell, he even judged Gods. Finally, though I’m entirely sure of the mechanics of it, but perhaps he could be a Grand Caster? I mean, if we look at how important Solomon was to his part of the myth overall and then compare it to how important Promise is in Greek mythos, how many myths he changed and took for himself and more importantly, the fact that he is widely known as someone who can change Fate, plus the fact that the ‘fight’ with Thpyhon undoubtedly increased his Heroic spirit rank. It might be a bit far fetched, but who knows?
Naga
Damn I wonder how things will go now, also I wonder if he’s a caster or a ruler class?
God Is I, the Lord!
I hope that MC doesn't have his present time body anymore, that he is only the spirit that exist in the throne of heroes
God Is I, the Lord!
Yes
Landlord
Wdym by Type-Moon content?
Florian Traulsen
Yes
Jack Sheldrake
Damn… so how many Goddesses will come and strangle him when he ends the simulation and uses his powers?
