TBATE: A True God

Why?

Arthur POV:

.....Wait what? After Sylvie told me what I truly was. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. That soon turned into a burst of laughter. "Sylvia! That was a very nice joke. But please don't joke like that." I finally said trying to not believe what she told was true and just trying to forget everything about my true identity. I didn't wanted to be true. I looked at her with a unhinged crazy smile and waited a bit for her response. Hoping what would come would just confirm my earlier outburst of questions.

But she just gave me a sad smile that told me everything she said to me was truly true. It was like a nightmare. I didn't want that to be true. It was too cruel of a fate even for a sinner like me. But I guess that's what I will get thinking that I actually had a second chance. "I will go the crevice over there for a second. Please leave me alone for a bit." I requested her and went on without hearing her response. 

"Wait Arthur!!" She said. I turned back to see her looking very worried. She took a deep breath and spoke "What you just heard was not truly your fate. It is just a prediction, if you go to the right path. Then your hope of having a normal life maybe true. Don't just give up just because of a prediction of a old lady." 

It shook me. I don't know why but her words comforted me. I couldn't just go back on my old ways. When there is a way to save me and my dream. "Thank you. Sylvia, I am truly grateful for the fact you told me and also told me the way to save me for the distant and dark future." I bowed deeply. 

Four Months Later:

I have learned a lot from Sylvia. She is literally the defination of "Never judge a book by their cover." Contrary her intimidating appearance, she was kind, gentle, patient, and warm. She reminded me of my mother, in the way that they both scolded me while being tender when I did something wrong. I mentioned how the mage that I fought, as well as the other bandits, deserved worse deaths than they had when she suddenly flicked my forehead..

Grazing my head and rubbing it off. I asked in an annoyed tone "What was that for."

Picking me up and setting me on her armored knee, she said in a soft but pained tone, "Art. Perhaps you are not wrong in that those bandits did deserve death; even I chose not to save that mage you fell with for the same reasons. However, do not let your heart be clouded with continuous thoughts of hatred and the sort. Continue on proudly with your life and gain the strength to protect your loved ones from harm. Along the way, you will come to face situations like before, maybe even worse, but don't let the grief and rage corrode your heart but move on and learn to better yourself from those experiences so it won't happen again."

With this I became speechless. Not because someone in my entire two lifespan has given me life advice after the headmaster. But because it was true. She was right.

"Thank you" I genuinely thanked. She just shrugged it off saying it was one of the perks fo being so old. I wonder what is her age. In the past four month. I have learned many things. I have learned to completly seal my presence around me by matching the mana same as the atmosphere. Sylvia told me to name it [Mirage Walk]. I have also created a new technique using the purple thing. Or Aether as Sylvia called it. She said that it was the cup that holded the water that being mana. But I knew deep down. It was flawed because it is co-existing with mana instad of holding it. 

I have named my cognitive senses [Realmhart]. Sylvia also named this technique as she was very suprised when I said that I can turn it on or off. She said that I was truly a diety. But after seeing me uncomfortable she stopped calling me that. 

One day sylvia suddenly collasped. It was clear that her wound was getting worse due to the fact she was opening the portal. 

"Sylvia, please tell me what's happening to your wound? Why is it getting worse? It wasn't like this before! You saying it was only a fester every now and then was clearly a lie! This isn't going to go away on it's own, it's actually getting worse!" I frustratingly voiced my concern one especially bad night after she had vomited a pool of blood.