Chapter 20

Asclepius Point of View

When Blasphemer did, I lost my anger. My brother must have changed; that's what I'm sure of.

"Your battles with Askar are the news all over the hall," he pointedly told me while I smiled.

I know that when he said that there was a mixture of envy in his mind. But even though he also fought, we should be ashamed because he fought the Askar alone while there were four of us.

"We didn't show that much because we four other deities fought while you, you who fought alone to defend the exalted deities," I told a long story mixed with shame. "I'm sure our parents will be proud of you for the talent you've shown," I said to him, and he smiled.

"Really? Our father and mother will be proud of me," he asked. I nodded and smiled at him. I am also proud of him because he became my brother.

"Oh, why are you crying?" I asked worriedly.

"Because I just now heard that term, which seems to strengthen my body to fight again." My youngest brother was jumping for joy.

"If only our parents were alive, they would say that thing themselves," I said, holding my ladowa tightly.

"Even though my birthday is far away, I want to make a wish. I want Hikaru's father and Minerva's mother to live again," he said. My chest ached, and I felt sorry for my youngest brother.

If it is my power to raise the dead and bring a deceased Kreanian to their destination, can I ask my Ladowa to bring my mother and father back to life?

"Do you want to be with our parents?" I tearfully looked into Blasphemer's eyes.

His eyes widened, and his ear-to-ear smiles spread slightly.

"If you ask anyone who has lost a parent like that, they will have nothing else to say but 'Yes,'" he tearfully told me. Before kneeling.

"Can you bring our parents back?" he asked me. I'm not answering because the process of returning to Krea requires them to resist their dream.

When I went to the place I came to in Hesperus' dream, I almost couldn't return because there were many obstacles for you to get the important thing.

Especially Hesperus, who went through the puzzle question with a test first. 'To know who the real enemy is.'

I stopped a little and asked what was on my mind.

'To know the real enemy'

Didn't Hesperus fight against the Mapora? Who pretends to be good in the form of God, Metaia? Every dream of the deceased has a reality or will happen in the future.

Incapable?

God Metaia is our enemy.

"There are many processes of returning the deceased to Krea. This may be a gift from above. The one who is more powerful than us. The highest supreme being. Even if the one hundredth year comes to the dream and they do not pass the test, they will be imprisoned there. Over the years they will gradually forget us because of the dream." I have a long explanation here before I stand up.

"Why did you revive Hesperus when he was already dead and had arrived in his dream?" he asked accusingly. I swallowed because of his hot question.

"Because the world of Krea needs him, he has a mission to survive in Krea," I explained here, and his eyes started to sparkle.

"You brought Hesperus to life because you loved him more than our parents." He pointed his weapon at my neck, which immediately startled me.

"Don't worry about what you're saying," I said authoritatively.

"Put down your weapon; everything can be discussed in a good way. Don't rush," I ordered, but he just looked at me with glazed eyes.

"WHY CAN'T YOU SAVE MY MOTHER?" he shouted. My eyes widened when he lowered his weapon, and the whole area caught fire. He strangled her by the neck.

"I'm sorry," that's all I said and cried.

"Let me explain," I said to him with difficulty because I was running out of breath. I caressed my neck, knowing that his hand extended to my neck because of the pain.

"You are the God of death and resurrection; why can't you bring our parents back to life?" I asked while kneeling and begging.

The large fires around him also disappeared as his anger subsided.

"I want to bring our parents back to life, but no matter how hard I try to bring them home to Krea, they prefer the world of peace with the highest supreme," I explained to my brothers.

When our parents first died, I really tried to bring them home and bring them to Krea. But I was disappointed because they passed the test.

The trial was fierce; God Metaia made our parents weak. We are their five children. Agathodaemon, Hemera, Blasphemer, Hesperus, and I make their dream like ours so that it will be the way for them to never return to Krea.

While my parents were happy, I went home in tears. But I still didn't give up, and I still went back to our parents. I stopped only when my parents told me not to come back.

To not hurt anymore. They told me that if possible, I would be the parent to my siblings. I should be strong for them.

Don't let me lose hope.

Because they are happy with their lives.

While Blasphemer and I were crying, he said goodbye to me.

"I want to rest first because my heart can't handle the pain I'm feeling. I'm just homesick." He wiped his tears and looked away.

"If that's what you want, I'll let you." I held his hand again and nodded.

"We can do it; be strong," I encouraged him, and he smiled, but his eyes looked sad.

"I want you to tell the story of your fight with the soldiers," I continued.

He looked at me, but he looked away.

"I don't want to spoil your night, but I can't talk anymore because my head hurts. I think I want to rest," he said without emotion.

I didn't know, and I felt a pain in my chest. I think it's my fault because he's so quiet.

"If that's what you want, who am I to stop you?" I said. But he was gone when I finished what I was saying.

I fell to my knees on the floor because I couldn't handle my feelings anymore. I cried while looking up at the sky.

"Why can't I grant my youngest brother's passion?" I said tearfully.

"Mother, help me; you know my heart is low; I can't see my brother sad. Father, guide me. I'm not strong like you; I can't show my brothers that I can lie about my emotions; help me," I said at length.

Alright, I'll try a few thousand tests on my way to your parents' home.

I wiped my tears from my cheeks, stood up straight, and took a deep breath.

"You can do it. Asclepius only fights." Using my death power, I hid my ladowa (enchanted sword) in my palm.

I left Asotea and returned to Krea's palace. As a god, I was immediately greeted by the soldiers, and they gave me respect.

Shamra (the Lycan leader and Krea soldier) followed behind me.

"Dear God Asclepius, the next thing we will do is drink wine and eat livena (unleavened bread); this is a sign of victory in Krea," it said at length.

I nodded, a sign of agreement. I gestured to the wind to put on new clothes.

The wind immediately agreed, and I saw my new clothes coming. Everyone turned on the light so they couldn't see my naked body, and the wind quickly clothed me.

My dress is often depicted as a symbol of power, grace, and beauty. I look gorgeous, having a regal and majestic appearance, and my dress reflects a divine status.

A flowing, floor-length gown made of luxurious fabrics such as silk, satin, or velvet may be adorned with intricate embroidery, beading, or other forms of decoration that reflect the goddess's powers or attributes.

A fitted, corset-style bodice that accentuates the goddess's curves and emphasizes my femininity The bodice may be made of a stiff material, such as leather or armor, to convey the goddess's strength and protection.

A full skirt that is often layered or ruffled, giving the dress a dramatic and flowing appearance. The skirt may be made of a lightweight material, such as chiffon or organza, to create a soft, ethereal effect.

Long sleeves that are often fitted at the wrist, creating a graceful and elegant look. The sleeves may be adorned with cuffs or other forms of decoration that reflect the goddess's powers or attributes.

A high neckline that frames the goddess's face and emphasizes her beauty. The neckline may be adorned with a collar or other forms of decoration that reflect the goddess's status and power.

A crown or headdress that signifies my goddess's divine status and authority may be made of precious metals, gems, or other materials that reflect the goddess's powers or attributes.

"Is all the wine ready?" I asked Shamra, the Lycan leader and Krea soldier.

"Yes, dear deity," answered Shamra.

"Dear God, Asclepius, this is your wine." The narrator smiled as he said that.

The waiter handed me a glass of wine. It is purple in color and has a sweet smell. I don't like alcohol, but now I will drink alcohol for the rest of my life. What does it taste like? Others say that when you first taste wine, it is bitter. It's the opposite of what you smell.

"Doje Ibwa, what is your name?" I asked the waiter.

I just saw his face. Maybe it was just before serving. My former server at Krea was Queen Ram's age, but she was replaced by someone younger than me.

"My name is L-liway," he said, nervous in his speech.

"Are you my servant?" I asked again.

"Yes, god, Asclepius." She turned and looked at me. He was still smiling, as if he had no problem.

"Who are your parents?" I asked again while still looking at him.