Chapter 3
Within the flow of time that was reversing to find the being that must inevitably exist in this world, as if her existence no longer held any value, she destroyed herself without a moment’s hesitation.
When Hildegard came to her senses, she was floating in the air, feeling a strange sensation of buoyancy. Around her, she saw enormous clock hands rotating strangely, bending at incomprehensible angles.
And in the center of that clock, someone’s immense hand was reaching down towards Hildegard.
The ‘Saintess’ Hildegard instinctively recognized the owner of that hand and cried out.
“Supreme God...!”
I made you a Saintess.
“Yes, Supreme God...! You made me a Saintess...”
Could I give that child such a bothersome task as being a Saintess?
Hildegard realized who ‘that child’ referred to here.
Liv Hamelsvoort. All the gods of this world loved her.
The title of a ‘Saintess’ couldn’t be attached to Liv. A Saintess was a term used in the Holy Church to refer to someone who served the Supreme God, and Liv was a being loved by dozens, no, hundreds of gods.
I entrusted you with an important mission on her behalf, yet you failed to protect her.