Denu went outside the of the Village of Queens. He began to move, his thoughts racing, trying to find any way to get back to the present.
Then he turned toward a girl standing near a tree.
"I will ask her the date and year."
He approached her. She looked surprised after seeing him moving toward her, then turned her head away from him.
"Payal, do you know the date and year?" he asked. Though his sentence had an error, he ignored it; he didn't even notice.
"Huh?!" Payal turned toward him, shocked. "Why are you talking to me?"
Oh… I almost forgot. In the past, I used to hate her…because she was too clingy.
Then moments of Payal clighing to him, flashed in his active memory.
"Nothing. If you know, tell me, please."
"Tch, I'm not telling unless you apologize for everything, weirdo." She shook her head in mock defense.
I don't want to apologize… Why would I? But she won't tell me anything.
He was clearly feeling annoyed.
"Fine, sorry." His arms crossed over his chest. The apology wasn't even an apology.
"The date is the third, and the year is nineteenth thousand ninety two."
She answered before turning her head away from him, although she stared at him from the corner of her left eye.
"By the way…" Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Denu, who looked unusual and scared. The horror was visible on his face.
"It's the third. Tomorrow is the fourth, right?" he asked again, exhaling slowly.
"Yeah, by the way… do you know Ruler Neues and Mr. Sinu are getting married today? Though people are saying it's a completely political marriage." She said, looking at him with concern at his unusual behavior.
"I have to go now." He swung around, dashing toward the center of the Village of Queens.
"Yeah, bye." She waved deliberately, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Denu stopped before the entrance of the village.
"But… will my actions affect the future?" He didn't move to enter, frozen in place. "Am I trapped here forever?"
"I am scared. I don't have the courage to act." His body trembled. His body was craving guidance and comfort, though he couldn't ask his parents for it. He couldn't stand their comments; he had already been facing them.
"Why am I acting different? Something changed." He questioned himself, unable to figure out the shift in himself.
Though it was because his emotional state and reasoning capacity had reverted to their past versions. He had just returned to his past self with only awareness; the second soul carried his adult emotional and logical capabilities.
Then some Lights who were holding invitation letters of the marriage stopped before Denu.
"Is your father inside?" one of them spoke.
"He is." Denu replied. Upon his response, the Lights headed inside.
My father is the village head. That's why they were asking about him… They will spread those invitations through every village head's help.
Then a memory flashed before his eyes.
Denu was sitting on the stage, exhausted.
Belly was beside him, staring at his exhausted form.
"Denu?"
"Yes?" He turned his head toward her.
"I don't want the marriage to be a big party thing… I wish for you to invite only enough people who could fit in this courtyard. No need to host the party at Niheart." She said, her fingers fidgeting anxiously.
"Why? It's not like we will be with the guests." He looked at her with a puzzled gaze, trying to grasp her intentions.
"I don't know… I feel anxious… After achieving flesh, there are so many different emotions." Her eyelids were heavy enough to make her seem like she was sleeping.
His gaze softened. He was listening not just hearing, but actually listening.
"It's overwhelming… now I feel anxious… the image of so many people… it makes my head hurt." She rubbed her temples.
"I will do as you said." He pushed himself upright into a sitting position.
In the present, 2011.
Belly was still unconscious. The bleeding had stopped. The environment was no longer as it had been before. Far from there, angels were materializing from thin air. Their quantity was uncountable; all of them shared the same appearance as Catemid.
Far from there, in Secondary Heaven, massively large angels were standing in the polluted area. Kaita was inside a house, clinging to Zaraisha's body, which was now covered with clothes. It smelled indescribably bad, yet to him there was no bad smell. He glanced outside, massively big angels were there their bodies burned no wings just hairs those were extremely sharp, darkens were hanging on them, Liyoku was being chased by the hairs though he was too fast to get caught faster then before, Akutomi and Shishuki were slashing the hairs while Liyoku acted as a bait, the angel's body was same as human just bigger in size and disturbing in looks.
"What should we do? If we hurt it, it will just become one more," Akutomi asked, failing to find a solution.
"I could have defeated it, but using any ability will just destroy the Earth. That's risky. We can just wait until a Divine appears." Liyoku said in disappointed. His abilities were useless, useless because he couldn't use them.
Then, as the angels that had the appearance of Catemid began moving in all directions, attacking people and killing them, Akarum, Kashime, and Flint were trying to defend the Heavenly Kaatoumo. Though the angels who had the same appearance as Catemid were quite weak almost as weak as an average Light or Darken.
Then, in the middle of the trees, white butterflies materialized, merging with each other as their tiny wings released white particles. It almost seemed like they were raining from the butterflies' wings.
They all merged, forming a piano. Then more began to appear, but this time something spoke.
"Everyone, silence. White Spirit is emerging."
It came from the butterflies in synchronization, so it felt almost as if it were coming from a single person.
Then, the Divine of Peace, Nara also known as White Spirit appeared as the butterflies merged into one. Her white, open hair fell all over her back. The white gown she wore didn't have a single particle of dust. Her eyes were hidden behind a white eye mask with a light-blue border, and over it was a white eye veil covering the eye mask. She was so beautiful that even the moon might feel shy before her. She wasn't the moon; the moon was she. A moon that doesn't need the sun to shine.
She placed her index finger on her lips.
"Be quiet."