Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?-Chapter 297: Ragnarok

"...Really?" Baobhan Sith finally lifted her head as her gray eyes met his clear, emerald-green gaze.

"Of course." Promise nodded.

"The lovely Goddess of Fate has already shown you everything about me, right? So you should know by now—I never lie."

Hearing this, her eyes seemed to light up as she looked at Promise,

At that moment, she completely let down her guard, finally dropping the facade she had been putting on until now.

Other than Morgan, perhaps only Promise could make her act like this.

But now that Baobhan Sith was back to her usual self, Promise suddenly felt a headache coming on.

After all, her true nature wasn't actually....cute at all.

So, later, Promise grabbed Baobhan Sith and laid down some ground rules, setting several conditions.

Throughout the whole process, Baobhan Sith pouted the entire time, looking as if she wanted to bite into Promise's neck and suck his blood in revenge.

But in the end, she listened patiently and even agreed to everything verbally.

As for whether she would actually follow through... well, she was, after all, a fleeting hedonist who only cared about immediate pleasure—a mischievous Fairy Knight.

As long as she was enjoying herself nothing else mattered.

After dealing with Baobhan Sith, Promise took her to meet Mash and check on Ritsuka, who had already woken up.

Baobhan Sith showed great interest in Mash.

At the same time, she kept a cautious distance from Fou, the small creature perched on Mash's shoulder.

When she saw Fou, she couldn't help but turn to ask Promise why he kept such a dangerous "bomb," which seemed like it could explode at any moment, by his side.

Hearing this, Promise instinctively glanced at Fou, remembering who had tossed it here. Suddenly, as if realizing something, he sharply turned to look at Baobhan Sith beside him.

"What's wrong?" The latter, sensing his gaze, naturally tilted her head in confusion.

"...No, it's nothing. I just suddenly thought of someone."

"...I really hope it's just my imagination."

As soon as the words left his mouth,

Promise immediately regretted it.

After all, some things really shouldn't be spoken so carelessly.

....

....

That night.

Inside Promise's room.

Promise stood there, expressionless, staring at the sudden appearance of a computer.

And on that computer screen, a chat window had already lit up, cheerfully greeting him.

"Hi-hi! This is Magical Girl Merry-chan!"

"Are you happy? Are you excited? Thrilled? The beautiful and lovely Merry-chan has once again made her dazzling entrance today!"

Promise glanced at the computer and decisively pressed the power button to shut it down, only to find that it no matter what he did, it wouldn't turn off.

"This is Merry-chan's magic! It's not something that can be defeated so easily, hehe!"

As if mocking his efforts, the chatbox immediately popped up with another message.

Promise ignored it and bent down to unplug the power cord.

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Yet, the computer was still on.

"I told you, I won't be defeated that easily. Hehe, small fry~~"

Hearing this, the young man raised an eyebrow, stared at the computer with irritation and said, "If you've got the guts, why don't you come here in person? You believe I won't hand you over to Romani right now?"

"Ehh? No way! I don't want to meet that boring guy. Let Merlin deal with him instead."

As for appearing in person? Absolutely not!

After all, Merry had already been shot once by Artemis.

So, regardless of whether it had been her fault or not, she knew that if she got even slightly injured again, she would definitely be caught and beaten up in the future!

"Besides, he might be an audience member for Ritsuka, Mash and all the other kids, but I'm different! Merry-chan is your most loyal audience, Promise-kun! I've already decided—I will witness your entire journey until the very end!"

"Hearing that makes you happy, right? Excited? From now on, your travels will always be accompanied by this beautiful magician lady!"

"Not at all." Promise answered without hesitation.

Then he added, "Besides, I already have an audience. The Goddess of Night, Nyx—not only is she more beautiful and gentle than you, but she's also far stronger and more mysterious.

Tell me, what do you have to compare to a goddess like that?"

Merry fell silent.

There was no way she would dare to answer that.

Because if she even tried, she was pretty sure that the next second, the goddess of night, would grab her and lock her away in eternal night.

That goddess was one of the Five Primordial Deities from the birth of the world—the embodiment of the night itself.

To Promise, she was indeed gentle and beautiful.

After all, not only had she stopped the night countless times for him, but she had even once taken him on a chariot ride across the black sky and offered to pass her divine authority onto him, granting him immortality.

Even in the case of the goddess of crossroads, Hecate, who was practically like her daughter, as long as it involved Promise, Nyx was willing to sell her out...

Well, mainly because Hecate was way too much of a shut-in, and Nyx just wanted an excuse to drag her outside.

Plus, every time Hecate and Promise met, the endless bickering between the two of them, as if they were enemies, was enough to entertain Nyx for years.

So in short, aside from freak Promise, Merry had only one opinion about the Primordial Goddess of Night:

Stay as far away as possible!

This was someone she absolutely could not mess with!

"By the way, Promise, have you decided where your next journey will be?"

"After all, I'm really looking forward to it!"

Heh.

Facing Merry's obvious attempt to change the subject, Promise let out a mocking laugh.

But in the end, he didn't press the issue...and stopped making things difficult for her.

After all, back in Fairy Britain, she had actually helped at some points—

even if she had briefly tried to become a traitor halfway through (but failed).

"You don't know? Well, that makes sense. With all those people gathered together, even I wouldn't dare to peek at their meeting. But if nothing unexpected happens, my next journey..."

Promise's emerald-green eyes narrowed slightly.

"...Should be in the Age of Norse Gods."

After all, Odin himself had said it—

The Goddess of Wisdom had left an anchor point for him.

And Athena's stage, the one she had prepared—was already set.

No matter what scheme she had planned for the next trial, as her follower, Promise had no choice but to go.

Of course, if he really wanted to resist, it wasn't impossible after all, if he simply dragged the goddess of night, Nyx and Queen Hera into this, even Athena would have no choice but to raise the white flag and temporarily back down.

But unfortunately, there was nothing he could do, after all, Promise had indeed deceived her.

And worse, he had made her cry.

Which resulted in Athena's weeping statues being placed all over the world.

More importantly, without her, he never would have achieved the title of Grand in the Age of Greek Gods.

So in the end, both emotionally and logically, no matter how much of a trap this was—

Promise had no choice but to walk right into it.

"So it's the Age of Norse Gods after all."

On the computer screen, Merry sighed as if she had expected this all along.

After all, even though she didn't have the guts to constantly spy on them, when she glanced over, Merry had seen Odin and Athena.

In fact, at the beginning, she had planned to wait a while before contacting Promise—maybe hide for a few days.

Because after her conversation with Clotho, the Goddess of Fate, in Fairy Britain, along with her subsequent observations, Merry had keenly sensed that something was off with Athena.

Even calling it possessiveness wasn't enough to describe her obsession with Promise.

It had already reached a terrifying, pathological level.

So, Merry had originally planned to stay low for a few days, avoid the storm, and make sure she wouldn't get targeted by that terrifying Goddess of Wisdom.

But then she saw Promise bouncing around on his own—

And honestly, it was so tempting that she just couldn't hold back and ended up jumping out after all.

"So, Promise, have you decided what you'll do there? Another grand adventure? Perhaps a painting of all the gods in the sky?"

"Hmm, actually, let's not talk about it.

If you actually painted all the Norse gods, you could probably shake even the Judgment Court, right? Even figures like the King of Gods and the Creator God would be affected!"

At this point, Merry was subtly hinting at one of Athena's goals.

Possessive or not,

perhaps precisely because of that,

Athena would only give Promise the best of everything.

"Hmm... If you ask me about my objective, honestly, I just want to go there and burn that tree down."

Since Promise never lied, he answered honestly.

Merry, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded by his words.

She even sent a big question mark in the chat.

After all, this answer was too unexpected and didn't even sound like something Promise would say.

"You should know about Morgan, right? She was actually Odin's student."

That's right, the Queen of Winter, Morgan, was originally a student of the God-King Odin.

In the history of Fairy Britain, before she became queen, Morgan summoned Odin disguised as Cú Chulainn and learned magic from him.

"And you also know that Fairy Britain itself was a twisted world—built upon bloodshed, deception, and destruction, ruled with an iron grip."

"In that sense... it's eerily similar to the Age of Norse Gods!"

Which was precisely why Ragnarök had always been the destined end of Norse mythology.