Chapter 80: Ch-79: So Close, Yet So Far

"Kwajik–! Ha... but this farewell is really bizzare, hah-"

Romani's eyebrows and nose were almost twisted together, he grinned in pain but his signature hippy smile was still etched on his face. 

If it was King Solomon, he would definitely be able to endure the 'unnecessary' emotions of pain without changing his expressions in the slightest, but now he is not King Solomon but Romani Archaman who has become a human being.

As an 'ordinary' human, he almost fainted on seeing the blood that flowed from his chest. 

Romani decrepitly sat down on the ground and greedily gasped for air as if to wiff in every ounce of aroma flowing along with the glazes of light breeze while he can. 

"Ah, this is the end, maybe this is what people say, light at the other end of the tunnel... Our agreement is also completed."

Enduring the pain, Romani smiled broadly, sitting on the rocky terrain with his hands on his knees while letting the blood flow from his heart, he silently stared at the distant ancient city of Jerusalem frolicking in last afterglow of the setting sun.

"My friend Roy Crowley, I can't see your future but, I know that it will must be a magnificent one, I wished to see it..."

"..."

"The farewell you gave me wasn't pleasant. But even so, as my first friend I will give you a parting gift. I hope this gift of mine can help you."

"In the drawer of the table I have been using in the hotel room, there is a surprise I left for you. I believe that surprise will be useful to your ca-, cough, puuh, cough- cough, t-to your cause... the divine authority that you will usurp from me will definitely satisfy you, but this power may require you to pay something in return."

Thinking of the 'happy troubles' his friend would face, the grin etched on his face widened with a hint of schadenfreude. 

—Barrr¡

Slowly, his body began to glow with diaphanous brightness, eventually turning his figure into a collection of translucent and ethereal afterglow. 

"Beware of the 'Last King' and the 'Destiny' behind him, they are powerful. This, is the last thing I can warn you as a friend."

"Now, I am very grateful. Fortunately, I didn't abandon the 'Wisdom of God'. I don't care about these abilities myself, but these things that once restrained me can assist me to help my friend is enough to make me happy, they are finally used in the right place."

"..."

"...Roy, if I can see you again, will you buy a strawberry cake for me?"

The innocent smile seemed to be purer than a newborn child. The gentle, splendid but pessimistic man asked with expectation as his legs started to turn into specks of dusty light. 

"If we meet again. I will buy you a truck load of strawberry cakes."

Hearing Roy's final answer, he smiled contentedly as he comically opened his arms wide with a mischievous expression, his face towards the sky as he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Loli is the ultimate justice! Remember it Roy!"

 ...and left the world without reluctance with a fulfilling smile. 

Starlight floated up into the sky like twinkling fireflies. The sun in the distance was completely submerged beyond the horizon. The night came, and the man also left back to where he belonged. 

"Goodbye, Romani, goodbye, King Solomon. You have not seen the magic of oppai so I can't blame you...."

"...."

"huuu..."

Roy exhaled deeply as if to exhale together the prompting emotions, repressing the remants, his voice tinged with sadness. 

"Do I still have these emotions..?"

He is not a ruthless monster, facing with the parting of his close one, sadness also attacked his heart, giving birth to a kind of sullen feeling, urging to vent in vain.

King Solomon knows the past and future on basis of his God given wisdom, he knows the upcoming misfortunes of the world, but he would only watch with a indifferent expression, never intervene, if his goal has no such instructions. 

Romani Archaman is not a hero, he is just a normal carefree human who is filled with worldly desires, but he will do everything he can to make the misfortune of other's into happiness, even if his ability is small, even if his mentality is that of a pessimistic. 

Obviously their way of doing things is so different, but they are same one person. Like two sides of the same coin, joined together, but also the magnets of the very same poles repelling each other.

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...so close, yet so far. 

Without waiting for Roy to sort out his emotions, the call came, submerging his consciousness into darkness. 

The darkness came and promptly went flying, Roy regained his consciousness as he cross-checked his surroundings. In front of him was a slender teenage girl, with elf like features conjoined with big and clear eyes, his so-called mother, Pandora. 

"Eyy~ Little Roy is really quick to regain consciousness this time. I wasn't even hug you and take a good look at your cute and handsome face."

Without the demeanor of an Ancient Goddess, Pandora jumped around Roy, circling to and fro. She carried her hands on her back, her purple lavender pony tails swaying in coordination with her jumpy movements. 

"I have already been here a couple of times. If I am still in a slumber for so long as I was at the beginning, doesn't it mean that I have made no progress?"

Just as in the 'Terror Infinity', with progress, the time of unconsciousness after teleportation becomes shorter and shorter, the same goes for this realm of Pandora's. 

As his thoughts, ideas and knowledge grew with time, his soul and spirit became stronger with the wrestles against the 'toxins' of knowledge he gained from Aiwass, this Boundary of Life and Immortality could no longer hinder his consciousness.

Roy's tone was slightly poignant. The uncomfortable emotions from the event before kept him from clearing his distracting thoughts. 

"Little Roy is really amazing. To be able to make friends with a Heretic God, to let the Heretic God choose to commit suicide, and even let you kill him. You are unique among the Godslayers throughout the ages."

Pandora cutely clasped her hands around her cheeks. Her eyes where literally blazing in admiration and pridefulness at her son's achievements. 

But... 

Roy instead felt more and more that Pandora's EQ was downright questionable. Couldn't she see that he was in a bad mood right now?

Is is a serious level airheaded girl like Lora? 

But from Pandora's words, Roy also discerned a new finding. That is, Pandora didn't know that King Solomon he made friends with, was from another world.

The Gods of the Campione world are all based on myths compiled by mankind. Before they descend as Heretic God, these Gods are non existent, they could have not even seen each other before, even if in the myth they have a wife-husband relationship. 

There are no real Gods in this world. Gods are not a real entity until materialized as Heretic Gods, so if there had been no King Solomon in the past, nobody will come to know what exactly King Solomon looks like, creating a blind spot that can be exploited. 

Roy took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward briskly, under Pandora's astonishment, he directly grabbed her delicate chin with brute force, and the waist was bent to catch her, placing her tender butt under his lap. 

At the same time, he commanded unpleasantly: "Ceremony."

Since Pandora worsened his mood, she would be responsible for elevating it up. 

"Kyaaaa! My Roy is so 

"Pandora, do you know—bad girls should be punished."

"W-What? W, wait, wait a minute! D-Don't be so proactive.. wooming... mhm..."

Under Roy's presumptuous aggression, Pandora gradually became a little breathless as lips were sealed. Flowing with the pleasure that overwhelmed her mind from the stimulus of tongues, she blankly started the ceremony. 

Roy seemed to have heard the sound of a certain disc turning like the clogs of a clock, and then the familiar feeling came again. The essence of Romani's Godhood rushed through his body, stirred under his traits to commingle with his body. 

* * *

In a trance, Roy's consciousness returned to the material world. He lowered his head and shook his fist, his expression a little hesitant. 

"Is this the farewell gift you left me? Roman... this 'gift' is great..."

Only... 

"Now that schadenfreude look annoys me."

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