I Became My Healer Elf Character-Chapter 100: The Last Light

"You don't need to fear losing me. After all, we're both already did. Do you know where the divine go when they die? It's a completely different place from the living. This freedom I was granted...I used it to the fullest. I had to watch everything. The way you suffered, I'm just finally glad all of it came to an end." The girl paused, finally remembering something. "Also, this will sound weird, but…"

"Hmm?"

"I decided to change my name. Can you call me Akami?"

"Of course, but why Akami?"

Akami smiled. "Because I realized I've a sister. Anyway, we can talk about that later! We have a lot of catching up to do."

As she said that, she finally did the thing she wanted to do the whole time. The angel leaned in to kiss her goddess.

The two sealed their long lost love with a kiss, becoming one with each other in the afterlife.

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In the capital of the Empire, several people convene in white robes. They look around at each other, and the leader of the group nods. He's an elderly man with grey hair, yet he's served the inner circle of the Dragonoids for many years.

"There can be no doubt about it. That shining star had to be the white dragon, Shiroyami."

"How can you be so sure?" One of the other members asked.

"Normal gods and goddesses cannot descend onto the land. Among this world, who has the power to become a beacon of light, seen for miles on end? It can be none but the white dragon, Shiroyami."

He pointed at a large scroll unrolled on a long wooden table. "Look at the text here. When the ancient Imperial majesty and his guards were escorted away from the Dragon Isles, it was said that Shiroyami served them as a beacon in the night. As it were, these rays of pure white had been so dazzling. That Lady Shiroyami could lead us through the darkness, there'd been no greater blessing."

The other Dragonoid appeared skeptical. He frowned and wrinkled his face. "There's a possibility that it's some other apparition. If it was Lady Shiroyami, then surely she'd have said something. She'd have communed with the Emperor, but we've heard no word about that."

"Maybe it's exactly because of this current Emperor that she dares not speak to us. She let that plague in the western sea persist. Those so-called Misty Isles. Only now does she bless us with her light, and for what reason is that?"

Another of the members who'd been silent thus far raised his hand. "I've heard that the elder brother sails out in those seas. Do you think it's all a coincidence she appears there at this time? We're already getting preliminary reports from sailors who touched the edges of the Mists, only to find nothing in their wake! There were no mists. There was not even a sign of life on the closer islands. What could it mean? All of the life was cleansed? It's all too eerie and too sudden."

The leader sighed. "There's only one way to know for sure. We have to sail to the Misty Isles ourselves. And if there is truly nothing, the Empire needs to lay claim quickly. Now that the dead region is no longer plagued, it should begin healing. And from there, we can simply travel to the dragon islands ourselves."

"Sir, you can't be serious! Nobody has even touched foot on those islands in hundreds of years. What would happen if our boats were suddenly attacked? The deeper one goes into that sea, the harsher the climate. Moreover, I'm pretty sure that most ships are ravaged by the sea monsters there."

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"Most ships...But thankfully, we have a powerhouse on our side."

They were silenced by an intruder. The doors of the cathedral were swung open, and they all turned with shocked faces towards the young Emperor, who stood alone without any guards.

The boy—Cerius Vuldragon—walked with purpose. "Surely, all of you old men don't plan to have all of the fun, do you? All of this talk of dragons and dragon ships, but first you serve me as your Emperor. Now, do you mind enlightening me on all of this ruckus? Is there some reason you all convene in secrecy?"

The elderly man chuckled nervously, sweat forming on his brow. He knew that angering the young Emperor was not something he'd dared to do. Even though it seemed like the boy was all alone, he still had the power to easily deal with all of these members if he wanted to. Finally, Elder Faedragon found his voice.

"We were simply discussing that bright light and the possibility that it was Lady Shiroyami."

The boy smiled, seemingly satisfied with his explanation. "I know. I heard it all. However, I disagree with the premise entirely. For one, this was no dragon. And for two, your idea that gods and goddesses can't act upon the world is unfounded."

"Wh-what do you mean? No sign of their influence has graced this world for hundreds of years. Even the scholars agree on that."

Cerius shrugged. "You can believe whatever you want, but I believe what's the most practical solution. My senses are telling me that a goddess did descend...Or at least someone who has the power to call herself that. Moreover, I think she cleared all of the Misty Isles. We can already call it Imperial territory. However, that doesn't mean I'm against this dragon expedition."

Elder Faedragon looked at him in bewilderment. "You're not against it?"

"No, why would I be against something as fun as that? You want to survive the voyage to the dragons? And you also want me to allow you to take our gorgeous dragon vessel? The only thing that irritates me is you didn't propose these plans to me first, but I guess I can let that slide. I'm very charitable after all."

Faedragon would have burst out laughing from such a joke if he was alone. What kind of charitable boy sends a maid to her death who had nothing to do with the desertion? No, this man is not charitable. He is not kind. He is a completely selfish narcissist, but no matter what we're forced to obey. He carries the lineage and the Rite of Succession.

The elder completely disregarded these thoughts and smiled at the boy. "We had not known that Your Excellency would be interested in these sort of endeavors. Is there anything you suggest? Some way that we can make your accommodations?"

Cerius scoffed at the old man. "Don't play me for some kind of fool. Do you think a fool could survive those assassination attempts? I can see it all in a man's eyes. You're no sympathizer of mine, yet you're a ripe little sheep, ready to be clipped. Do me a favor, don't play stupid with me. For this one trip, I'll allow such transgressions to pass, but should you consider continuing this behavior, the wolf will bare its fangs."

The elder bowed. "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Good, now, all of these details will be brought up in my court. Consider yourself lucky, old man. You'll be given one of the highest roles, and you'll be allowed to take me with you."