The magical power that invaded Haruri's body acted up.
It was as if it wanted to pry open the true emotions in her heart.
A certain emotion that she was unwilling to face was also forced out by the torrent of magical power, gushing out from the depths of her heart.
Painful memories then surfaced in her mind.
That was the beginning of her tragedy.
—Her parents were killed by other magi, her family was completely destroyed, and the terrifying scene of the past happiness being completely shattered.
The symphony woven from blood and wails constantly echoed in her ears.
It had reached the point where she could no longer avoid it.
"Ahhh… I, I just want to get revenge…"
"Good, that is the foundation that nourishes you. Not my gift, but your own."
"I don't care what the world will become… it doesn't matter if there is mystery or not…! I just, just want them to taste the same thing! Let them know that the things they lost can never be returned!
Just like my family can't come back…
Let them experience the feeling of never being able to return after the mystery disappears…"
Haruri sobbed while shedding tears.
At the same time, feeling the strands of divine power pouring into her body, she also loathed this disgraceful and unsightly self.
However, she wanted to dedicate her life to revenge.
This was her current wish.
It was also Haruri's truest self.
Compared to the noble and sacred goddess, she was actually so ugly in front of her. Haruri's inferiority complex flared up once again.
It was precisely because she recognized this that Haruri had the courage to speak again: "I think I… I… I really… can't do it."
Ishtar said that excessive humility is courting death.
Because too much humility is a kind of pride.
As a human, daring to hold an arrogant attitude in front of a goddess is indeed an act of courting death.
But Haruri was not like that.
She recognized her own insignificance and ugliness as a human, and believed that the woman in front of her was too grand and sacred.
That light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
That's why she said it again.
"You… are… radiance… someone as… insignificant… insignificant as me… how can I be qualified… to serve you!"
Haruri choked, speaking intermittently.
Ishtar listened to these words.
She couldn't help but recall the memories of the past, the sweet appearance of when she and Moran were first in love.
—That was truly a heart-wrenching past.
—I really want to be forever mired in that.
That's exactly why, whenever she woke up from such reminiscences, her heart would ache.
Happy and fulfilling memories had become empty talk.
Only hatred filled her heart.
After burning, only endless desolation remained.
Therefore, looking at this girl.
Ishtar couldn't help but reach out her jade hand to gently caress her tear-stained cheeks.
Once, she also shed tears because of such hatred.
Even now, she yearned for revenge.
Haruri was too similar to the Ishtar of the past.
"I want to assure you, you are not insignificant."
As if responding to her past self.
Ishtar gave an affirmative answer.
Witnessing Moran crossing even the wrath of the gods, wasn't she almost heartbroken at that time?
Insignificant as she was, how sad.
Therefore, Ishtar favored Haruri, as if she was acknowledging her past self.
"Revenge… to do destructive things to reclaim injured dignity is a matter of course for those with a will."
Ishtar was also saying these words to herself.
But Haruri did not notice this.
"Goddess Ishtar…"
"Struggle as you may. No matter the outcome, I will witness the end for you humans. Whether that end is a beautiful demise or an ugly struggle, I will watch."
At this moment, Haruri had been captivated by the goddess's gentle smile, like that of a loving mother.
She couldn't help but tremble again.
But this time, it was not fear.
Rather, it was a tremor based on emotion and excitement, a surge of heat as if it was about to burst through her chest.
"I allow you to enjoy life, celebrate joy, and love this world. Use your hands to polish those joys and sorrows… give them all kinds of value and then dedicate them all to me, understand?"
Ishtar hugged Haruri in her arms once again.
She gently rested her head next to Haruri's head, while speaking softly in a motherly tone.
It was still with the arrogance and unreasonableness of a goddess.
However, upon hearing these words, Haruri.
What welled up from her heart was supreme emotion.
Her legs went weak, and she fell to her knees.
She could only curl up on the ground in an unsightly manner, and her tear glands once again uncontrollably burst.
The face that had just been wiped was wet again for the second time.
"You just try your best to struggle and struggle again, dance your limbs to your heart's content in this world. Even if you dance ugly, as long as you don't abandon your humanity, I can more or less laugh and watch."
Ishtar did not help Haruri up.
She just quietly watched her curl up and cry, as if she were a mother watching her child grow up.
"Although I can't teach you how to dance… at least I can send you a dance dress and dance shoes. Consider it a blessing to step on obstacles, okay?"
Ishtar smiled gently.
If Moran were here, he would definitely be dumbfounded.
That goddess who was as cruel as a natural disaster.
That person who could almost be said to be the embodiment of "barbarism."
That she could show such a gentle smile, as if a girl had become a mother overnight.
It was simply a jaw-dropping situation.
Not only was she so gentle and considerate to a girl.
She also bestowed all kinds of blessings.
She even made her the chief priest of her temple.
This was simply the treatment of a biological daughter.
If Moran knew about this, he would probably think that Haruri was his illegitimate daughter.
Although, this was only a conversation of less than ten minutes.
But what Ishtar changed was the worldview of this magus Haruri, and her image as a goddess was gradually returning.
This fact was solid evidence that she was gradually regaining her divinity by building a temple.