Chapter 41 The Birth of Wrath
The moving singing voice echoed in the dark space. The song contained the singer's desire to escape, the singer's deep affection, and the singer's final realization. — Wonderful!
The singing confession shook Sirius's soul, and the love in her heart swelled wildly. The form of love varies from person to person, taking many shapes, but for Sirius, the best and only correct way to love is — to become one.
"Fortuna, where are you?"
— My beloved is calling me!
The anger, hatred, and resistance in Sirius's heart vanished.
— That's right, now is the time to become one with you. Come, my dearest Petelgeuse, feel my love.
The blurry figure of Sirius opened her arms, she gradually approached the man formed by the black mist, and then the two embraced tightly. The surrounding scenery began to change rapidly: the small moments shared by the two Archbishops of Sin; Sirius, who madly loved Petelgeuse; and himself, who madly loved the Witch and was indifferent to Sirius's demonstrations of affection.
— Sirius, why do you like me so much?
— Because we make eye contact many times every day! Even if I nervously take your things, you don't scold me! You even allow me to eat your leftover food and breathe the air you've breathed...
Gradually, the surrounding environment stopped changing, because now Sirius could feel Geuse's mood and see Geuse's memories. She finally understood that she was not special.
— Why didn't I notice this before? Why, why... did I start liking Petelgeuse because we made eye contact many times every day? No, that's not right, it's illogical... why would I like you?
— Calm down, I'm here for you.
Gradually, the surrounding scenery changed again, but it was in a completely obscured, mosaic state, and the sound was filled with intense noise.
— Keep going, Sirius.
Geuse instantly understood that this was a contingency left by someone. While encouraging Sirius, he tried hard to retrieve the events of that time from Sirius. With their combined efforts, the visual scene gradually became high-definition, and the sound gradually cleared.
"You're awake. Although we were once enemies, I still hope you maintain a basic level of gratitude towards your savior."
Pandora stood on an ice pillar, smiling as she looked at Fortuna, who was crawling on the ground.
"Why? Didn't I die? How is Emilia? What about Geuse? What's the situation with the seal now?"
Fortuna was clearly in a state of confusion.
"Emilia and Geuse, you say? It's truly moving to care about important people even in a crisis. But you should know what that situation implies.
Your love for your important people and your anger towards me are wonderful. Speaking of which, I suddenly had an idea."
Pandora clapped her hands at Fortuna, who was staring angrily and struggling to get up, and then pulled out a familiar black box from her arms.
"Do you want to try this? It's similar to what Archbishop Romanée-Conti used to protect you. The current you should be able to display a miracle, right? You know the consequences, but with luck, you might gain considerable power, and you can also learn from me about the situation of your important people in the Elior Forest."
Although Fortuna said nothing, her murderous gaze was fixed directly on the box.
— The villagers, my beloved man, my important niece... The peaceful life was reduced to nothing because of the person in front of me. As long as I can get revenge, even if I'm utterly destroyed, I don't care.
"Well then, Miss Fortuna, I wish you a wonderful journey."
Pandora smiled and opened the box, then poured the black, mud-like substance into Fortuna's mouth. Scratch marks were left on the ground by Fortuna. A few seconds later, the sounds of pain disappeared, and fury transformed into flames that enveloped the heavily injured Fortuna, burning everything.
"Go to hell!"
The flames turned into a whip and struck the smiling Pandora.
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"Splendid! An unqualified body, yet you have absorbed the Witch Factor. In the name of the 'Witch of Vainglory,' I bestow upon you the position of 'Wrath' because of your inextinguishable vengeance."
In the ruins, Pandora's expression was delighted as she praised the immobilized, scarred Fortuna leaning against the wall.
"Right. Since you became a Sin Archbishop to avenge your beloved person, I shall grant you the family name of Romanée-Conti. Archbishop Sirius Romanée-Conti."
Pandora smiled and stood up, then walked step by step in front of Fortuna. She placed her hand on Fortuna's head.
"As promised, I will now let you know what happened after you fell."
Fortuna saw the black snake ravaging the village, saw Emilia going berserk, and saw the kind Geuse laughing madly while undergoing the Witch's Trial...
"Why, why did Emilia and Geuse turn out like that! What have you done!"
The strong Fortuna asked, tears streaming down her face.
"I didn't do anything! You are the one who caused all of this!"
"Oh?"
"To be precise, it was the love for you. Seeking vengeance for the beloved Mother Fortuna, going mad for killing the most loved Fortuna. Why didn't you retreat with Emilia as Geuse requested? ... And finally, why didn't you go to say a final farewell to Emilia instead of killing yourself?"
Pandora's words held a magic power. The spirit, already tormented by the Witch Factor, rapidly slipped towards the abyss of madness under her interrogation.
"Was it all my fault? If I had comforted Geuse back then? If I had chosen to flee with Emilia..."
Fortuna gasped in agony.
"You made no mistake. This is all because of love."
Pandora revealed a gentle smile.
"You dedicated your very soul to avenge your beloved. That is a great thing. For a long time, it is love that has sustained the Witch Cult through the long years. Your actions and your suffering are all a grace of love. It is a supremely beautiful beacon of love."
"What a joke!"
"!!!? I see. Does your hatred prevent you from accepting me? Then, although it's very sad, for the sake of the Witch Cult's long-cherished wish, I can only make you forget the past. However, without hatred and love, it will be difficult to ensure you continue as [Wrath]."
Pandora showed a thoughtful expression.
"Alright, I have specifically preserved your feelings for Archbishop Petelgeuse. Oh, right! If the person you love saw your appearance, he might go insane, so please do not reveal your true self."
From then on, the Sin Archbishop, covered in bandages and madly clinging to Petelgeuse, rampaged through the world.
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