The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 352

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Chapter 352

To make the situation a little better, I hastily accepted the memory of the Hall—but the final memory I inherited, from the Hall of Communion, turned out to be more of a buffer than anything else.

It dealt with the fundamental particles that make up the world—the same ones I’d used when wielding spiritual sword energy.

A powerful buffer, born from harmonizing melodies woven from spirit-energy and malice.

Of course, no matter how great that buff’s effect was, it didn’t really matter to me.

What mattered was whether it worked or not.

After all, breaking this suffocating awkwardness meant my long-endured efforts were finally paying off.

I didn’t need to perform some grand masterpiece.

It was enough if the listener simply felt at ease.

I sat down at the piano placed in the corner of the room.

The instrument hadn’t been around on the continent of Lazarus for very long, but since I had memories of my past life, I preferred the piano to the organ.

There’s a reason it’s called the king of instruments.

Luna, equally lost in the suffocating awkwardness, sat beside me and looked at me quietly.

Ding…

With a light touch on the keys, I began to play—a soft, comforting tune that spread throughout the room, carrying the buff’s energy with it.

Luna said nothing, simply listening with a serene smile.

As the beautiful melody filled not just the room but the entire mansion, others who heard it reacted—but most didn’t come near.

They just listened, enjoying it as though appreciating a piece of music.

As the tension and awkwardness melted away bit by bit, Luna slowly came closer and embraced me from behind.

The beautiful piece came to an end, and she spoke.

“I want to try too.”

“Should I teach you?”

“Yes.”

When I rose from my seat, she walked lightly to the piano bench and sat down.

Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, placing my palms gently atop her hands as I guided them onto the keys.

“You don’t need to do anything fancy. Just like this.”

A simple yet beautiful melody flowed out.

That’s the thing about piano music: great skill produces great performance—but there are plenty of songs even beginners can make sound lovely.

When she finished playing with my help, Luna let out a short, amazed sigh.

The awkwardness and tension that had once enveloped us had long since vanished.

Sitting before the piano, her hands still on the keys, Luna slowly turned her head toward me.

Then she quietly pressed her lips to mine.

“Leon.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t regret this?”

“Regret? What’s there to regret? We both suffered enough. From now on, let’s just live happily. That’s all that matters.”

She smiled faintly, pleased with my words.

Then she reached her arms out to me—as if asking to be held.

When I slowly embraced her, she rested her forehead lightly against mine, closed her eyes, and whispered,

“It’s okay now. Whatever happens.”

“Yeah.”

Complicated thoughts flickered through my mind, but I didn’t want to skip this moment.

She didn’t resist, simply nestling into my arms like a beloved doll.

* * *

Being able to sleep is a blessing.

At least, for someone who had suffered long from insomnia, I could say that from experience.

Woken early by the birds’ chirping, I turned my gaze to Luna—still asleep, her hand clasping mine tightly.

The passionate night before… her flushed breath… it all felt like a dream.

She seemed tired, so I gently laid her back down to rest comfortably, then rose and stretched my stiff body.

After throwing on an outer coat, I stepped outside.

“Oh—Brother!”

Arsha, who had been playing with Grivy since early morning, ran up to me with sparkling eyes.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. Did you and Luna sleep well too?”

“Yes! Big sister and Brother both slept well, right?”

“She’s sleeping in today.”

“Sleepyhead!”

At Grivy’s shout, Arsha giggled.

“You’re up early.”

“Grivy said we’re building a secret base today!”

“A secret base has to be secret, that’s why it’s a secret base!”

“Ah, right. My bad.”

Arsha had really matured.

Grivy, saying she had to finish her secret base, scampered off, and Arsha waved to me before following her.

They looked just like a kid playing in the dirt and an older sister looking after her.

Except, considering Grivy’s scale… I couldn’t help but worry that her “secret base” might involve digging out an enormous underground chamber.

And honestly, that seemed entirely possible—which made it even scarier.

Grivy, after all, was an earth spirit.

Not only that, but a distorted spirit—born different from normal earth elementals like gnomes.

“Yaaawn… what, you’re already up?”

As I wandered silently through the hallway, Melissa came out yawning loudly and squinted at me.

“What’re you staring at, looking like a head-butting dinosaur?”

“Starting the morning strong, huh.”

She shook her head.

“Breakfast’s ready, so go eat. Where’s Luna?”

“Sleeping.”

With a tired expression, she shuffled off somewhere.

I wasn’t particularly hungry, so I simply strolled through the Cascadia mansion.

Normally I wouldn’t have paid the scenery much mind—but today, somehow, it all felt different.

As if the whole world looked new.

I’d experienced plenty of things in Labyrinthos, but this freshness was of an entirely different kind.

“Guess I’ve been missing out on half of life.”

Letting out a laugh, I walked toward the garden—only to find Grivy poking her head out of a massive hole she’d dug.

So she really had dug a tunnel.

“Ah! I’ve been found out!”

“You have.”

“Uuugh… no helping it now. Daddy, you’re part of the secret base too!”

She grabbed my hand and pulled.

Grivy wasn’t just a child—she was an earth spirit.

A powerful one, far beyond normal standards.

There was no way her tunnel would be ordinary.

“Just how deep did you dig?”

“Heehee… Grivy worked really hard!”

What she’d made underground was more of a vast bunker than a tunnel.

Normally, digging like this would weaken the ground and collapse a building—but the soil around Grivy’s tunnels was astonishingly solid, even stronger than before.

“Not bad.”

“Right? Hehe! That’s Grivy’s play area! That’s where I keep my toys! That’s Sur’s room! That’s Serqet’s room! That’s Arsha’s room! And that’s Daddy’s room!”

As she proudly showed me around, I patted her head, and she purred happily.

Following her confident explanations, I soon realized something.

Wait… this place is way too big.

How much did she dig?

When I glanced at Arsha, she smiled awkwardly.

“Uh… about twice as big…”

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Unbelievable.

Even for an earth spirit, this kind of massive earth-moving shouldn’t be possible.

At this rate, Grivy might soon manifest power on the level of a spirit king.

—Leon Cascadia.

Then it happened.

A voice—one I recognized—spoke to me.

I stopped Grivy in his tracks.

“Grivy.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll come see it again later.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!”

Leaving her behind, I climbed out of the tunnel and looked around.

With all the effort she’d put into it, I’d have to at least make the entrance look tidy.

Otherwise someone might think it’s just a random hole and fill it in with a shovel.

Inside, it was vast, clean, and sturdy—but the entrance looked like a mole’s burrow.

Thinking that, I headed to the back of the mansion.

There stood a man with white hair, wearing a gentle smile as he looked at me.

“If Lispa Elde saw you, she’d tear you to pieces.”

“I’m aware. I know well how much the former archangel despises us.”

“What are the archangels planning to do about her?”

“Who knows. At least I have no intention of doing anything. I respect her—and the others—too much for that.”

He snapped his fingers.

And once again, the world seemed to stop.

“Leon Cascadia.”

“What is it?”

“In the past, when I had no sense of self, I acted only as a messenger of God, with almost no contact with the other archangels.”

“I’ve heard as much from the Saintess.”

“Yes. Gabriel—the archangel who bears the title of the Divine Messenger. That is my station, then and now.”

“Are you here to deliver a revelation?”

“No. The Lord remains silent. Therefore, there is nothing I can deliver.”

Born only to serve as a messenger—he had no intention of acting beyond that.

That was his answer.

“However, I understand Raphael and Remiel as well. So I intend to offer some advice.”

He met my gaze directly.

“The battle between the outer-dimensional entity and the archangels is at a stalemate. I shouldn’t even have the strength to come here—but it seems your earlier strike dealt that being a heavy blow.”

“Ah… yeah, that happened.”

Together with Sullivan and Luna, we’d really given that Outer God a beating.

“As things stand, the archangels will gradually be pushed back. If that happens, the Right Hand of God may personally retrieve Raphael and bring her back to Heaven.”

The Right Hand of God—Archangel Michael, the embodiment of divine might.

Having once faced that power in Labyrinthos, I didn’t need to say more.

“Do you have any questions?”

“Is there any danger to Luna because of this marriage?”

“I can’t say there isn’t—but I can’t say there is, either. There’s no precedent for this, neither in the past nor in the future.”

In other words—unknown.

“However, one thing is certain…”

He looked at me gravely.

“It’s unlikely you’ll ever see her with a child of your own.”

“Why?”

“Because archangels cannot reproduce. It’s not in their nature.”

They simply weren’t created for that purpose.

Ordinary angels might be able to—but archangels were an entirely different order of being.

“Still, there is one possible way to overcome all these problems.”

“What is it?”

“The Tree of Sephiroth.”

At Gabriel’s words, my eyes widened slightly.

“Seek the power of the Sephiroth. The goddess Eve—if you can find her, you might be able to obtain the power she left behind.”

“Wait…”

“However, she vanished long ago and has never reappeared. Her divinity has faded, but her body may still—”

“Uh, sorry to interrupt…”

“Yes?”

“She’s in the basement.”

He blinked at me, momentarily stunned.

“What did you say?”

“In the underground workshop. The Goddess of Life.”

Apparently, even the archangels had been unaware of the massive crystal below—where the body of the Goddess of Life lay sealed.

“What… why on earth is she here?”

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