Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1132

To any mortal, a feather capable of reviving the dead would be priceless. But Jenkins himself was an Undying Man; his need for it was minimal. The question on his mind wasn't whether to use it, but on whom.

Jenkins had genuinely considered it. If Louise had met an unfortunate end, just as in Finney's dream, he would have used the feather to bring her back without hesitation. But resurrecting Miss Brolignans was the more pressing matter. Even though the feather was his, he felt he owed Finney an explanation.

"Sir, the very fact that you thought of Louise is an immense kindness to us."

Finney gazed at Jenkins through a veil of tears. She was young, but a life of hardship had granted her a wisdom beyond her years. She understood what he was trying to say.

"I still don't fully understand everything that's happening, but I know that what you're holding is an incredible treasure. The fact that you thought of Louise, that you brought me here through the storm... it's more than we could have ever dared to imagine..."

Her voice broke, and she began to cry again. Jenkins couldn't tell if she was weeping for her friend or for the cruelty of fate.

But Jenkins was powerless to change the situation. He wasn't a true god, after all. If he were, he wouldn't be facing this agonizing choice.

"Finney, listen to me."

He set the feather on the coffee table, then knelt before Finney on one knee. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gently compelled her to meet his gaze.

Fighting back tears, she looked at him, her eyes stubborn as she willed them not to spill over. She seemed small, but that was a consequence of years of malnutrition. In truth, Finney was only six years younger than Jenkins, and by the standards of this world, not far from adulthood.

"Finney, I promise you. One day, I will bring your friend back to you. And even if I can't, I will spend the rest of my life trying..."

He would dedicate his life to pursuing godhood. Once he ascended, resurrecting a mortal would be a simple matter; the gods had done such things before. His promise to Finney was, in fact, the truth.

"I swear to you, Finney."

Jenkins repeated, his gaze fixed seriously on the girl's eyes.

Kneeling on the carpet by the sofa, Audrey watched the scene through a blur of tears. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. After all, Jenkins was ultimately choosing to resurrect her teacher.

"Sir, you don't have to do this. It was never your burden to bear," she sobbed. "I know people die every day... it just so happens this time it was someone we both knew. You don't need to take on this responsibility... Louise would be heartbroken if she knew. We know... you're a truly good person..."

Her voice trailed off into quiet sobs, and Jenkins couldn't make out the rest of her words.

But Jenkins had never considered himself a good person. Most of what he did was simply for his own satisfaction. Finney was right; every day, people crossed his path, exchanged a few words with him. He couldn't possibly be responsible for the life and death of every single one.

And yet, he genuinely cared for the hardworking, kind little flower girl who was so devoted to her friend. While he had mentally accepted the possibility of Louise's death, he also knew he might be able to do something about it. That was why he had made such a vow to Finney. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI[F]ire.net

Besides, the vow changed nothing. He had already resolved to do it.

"Finney, this is my decision. If it were Louise who had come for help today, and you were the one in peril, I would be saying these exact same words to her."

The cat, which had been dozing, suddenly rose to its feet. Its large amber eyes fixed on Jenkins with a serious expression. It sensed that as the conversation unfolded, something was stirring to life within Jenkins's soul.

Finney clutched Jenkins's arm tightly, tears now streaming freely down her face. She had always known he was no ordinary gentleman.

Jenkins's assessment had been correct. Finney Faithford's talent as a Benefactor was exceptional. She could faintly perceive how different Jenkins was from everyone else, just as she could sense the kindness radiating from him.

From the very beginning, Finney had never regarded Jenkins as an ordinary person. In her mind, not the bishop, not the esteemed gentlemen from City Hall, not even the formidable woman at the church could ever compare to him.

From the start, she had held him in the same reverence as the sacred statues and holy emblems that stood in churches all across the world.

A flicker of excitement lit up the cat's eyes. It truly saw it. Yes, that was...

"Sir, why are you so good to us?"

the girl asked between sobs, wiping away her tears.

Jenkins's lips parted. He wanted to give the simple, honest answer in his heart—'Because I care about you'—but he worried those present might misinterpret his innocent words and tarnish his image.

So, after a moment's thought, he spoke from the heart:

"Because I feel a sense of kindness toward all the girls who sell flowers. You're like angels the gods left behind in the mortal realm, like the most beautiful flower buds in this tainted world. I want to help you, protect you, and guide you. I see it as my responsibility. There is no reason. It is simply what I must do."

A clap of thunder boomed through the sky, though it seemed unrelated to the angel outside. The flash illuminated the living room again, casting Jenkins's shadow upon the wall. It looked like a figure with arms outstretched, welcoming the small silhouette before it.

In the unseen currents of fate, something magnificent was being born in that ordinary living room, though it had yet to take its final form.

"Then... what do you ask for in return?"

Finney lifted her face to ask, her voice a soft whisper. An incredibly complex expression played across her youthful features.

Another bolt of lightning split the sky. The white flash lit up the entire room for a split second, illuminating Audrey's astonished face.

A possibility struck her—an impossible one, surely. And yet, given the circumstances...

"I require no reward."

Jenkins said softly, oblivious to the faint golden light that had begun to emanate from him. He rested a hand on Finney's shoulder, offering a kind smile to soothe her troubled heart.

A third bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. On the windowsill, the cat wore an expression of such comical excitement it was absurd.

Reflected in Finney's eyes was the image of the young man kneeling before her, his form bathed in a golden aura like some great being from myth. His handsome face, his immense power, his pure heart, his selfless devotion...

The girl nodded slowly. She reached out with both hands, took Jenkins's right hand, and pressed it to her own forehead. Her voice was timid, barely a whisper, yet firm. She did not know much of the world, but she knew what she must say:

"Sir... we have nothing. All we can offer you is our eternal loyalty."

A blinding, golden bolt of lightning tore through the darkness. Behind the storm clouds, the purple star of destiny flared with an astonishing brilliance.

A new god and his first believer had made their first covenant.