LIGHTNOVELONLINE chapter 1008
28. They have all returned
The review of the new book is painfully slow; it will probably take until tonight or tomorrow. In any case, I will update my old book three times first.
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Becoming the Fairy Queen Nilu of the Rodema Empire in this era, and being her Scroll Artist, is a rare but absolutely challenging task. After all, before me, I had seen many interviewees go in happily, only to return home dejected.
However, as long as one is fortunate enough to be “chosen,” everything that follows is bound to be of the “highest treatment.” At the very least… I wouldn’t have to worry about trivial matters of daily life anymore . In this “queen’s” mind, the Scroll Artist is meant to always be by her side, recording every significant event, big or small, of the Rodema Empire and her as the queen, whether in glory or failure—everything must be documented, without exception.
Before officially becoming Nilu’s “Scroll Artist,” I was first “arranged” by her fairies for a meal—they stuffed me into a room to wait and then left. Although no fairies came to “monitor me” or anything, what these servants of Nilu were doing was undoubtedly to verify my identity and “danger level,” likely turning over the identities of my ancestors for scrutiny.
Searching? Let them search. Unfortunately… these fairies will find nothing. Whether it’s my identity, my experiences, my relatives, or my birth… what they will uncover is surely just a blank, as if this “Scroll Artist” had suddenly “appeared” in this world.
But the truth is somewhat similar; I did indeed “appear.” In this era, I don’t even need a proper name; I simply manifested here to become Nilu’s “Scroll Artist.”
And this is also what I wrote down in the script about myself after I “erased” Nilu—to find her again, I chose to use the power of the script to return to the time when Nilu was still the Fairy Queen of Rodema. After all, although Nilu had completely vanished in “my era,” fortunately, she was different from ordinary people. As the “protagonist in the script,” she still existed in a situation akin to a “previous life,” that is, the queen in this “Rodema Empire” where I currently find myself.
If I cannot save her in my time, then I will return to Nilu’s original era to change the ending she was meant to have, along with rewriting every action and word of hers, as if constructing bones and flesh, as the Scroll Artist in the script. Perhaps… this way, I can “bring back” the Nilu that I had destroyed back then.
And this, I fear, is my only opportunity moving forward.
Now, the first step, the “beginning” of recording Nilu, has been completed: this era undoubtedly belongs to Nilu as the “only protagonist.” The fairies of the Rodema Empire have just expanded their territory across the continent, and those self- disciplined fairies of Nilu are setting off to govern their respective regions.
At this moment, Nilu is a genuine “king,” spirited, noble, and majestic, possessing the powerful strength of the fairies, holding what can be considered supreme power in this era. What she hopes for next is: to have the Scroll Artist write down this glorious history, record every word and action of her as “king.”
Thus, I appeared. Even without the power of the script, I could easily “succeed in the interview” and stand out. The reason is simple: I understand every word and action of Nilu, all her likes and dislikes—how could I fail ?
I cannot fail, for I come with immense regret. I… must make amends for the irreparable wrongs I did to Nilu; I must… rewrite her story.
And this time, I no longer have to be “alone.”
“The methods to win Nilu over are still as sharp as ever, O’Kili De.”
A familiar figure floated beside me; it was Kfeir, the real one, the “Kfeir” from my memories, not some order fairy.
Not only because of the nostalgic “sourness” she brought to me, but more importantly: the intuition in my mind told me that this moment, floating before me, was no longer that fairy who used order and the script to deceive me, but my dear wife.
The reason is not hard to guess: Kfeir is the “order of our era,” and now I have arrived in the era of Nilu’s Rodema Empire. Somewhere in the current Rodema Empire, there must also exist the “order of this era.” Thus, the “essence” of the order fairy must have uncontrollably gone there, which naturally means that Kfeir, who followed me, has been “separated.”
“It’s not winning over… it’s applying for a job. Nilu in this era is even less likely to know who I am, right?”
As my gaze fell, I saw a familiar face, and at this moment, I felt a long-lost sense of peace. At
Still, it was my doing.
“I’m sorry, Oujilide, before… I knew what I was doing. It was me who made you…”
“It wasn’t you, it was the Order Fairy.”
I interrupted Kefier’s apology because she didn’t need to at all, “You are different from that fairy, not one person… I won’t treat you as one.”
“But…”
“And besides, I should be the one apologizing. I clearly wanted to ‘correct’ this all along, but in the end, out of impatience… I made some wrong moves.”
Although impatience was indeed a factor, that power I had once been intoxicated by—the power of the “script” that could control all order—was undeniably deadly alluring. If I fell silent for just a moment, and if no one was there to “remind” me, I might never shake it off.
Nilu reminded me of her “existence” in that era, so this time, I couldn’t allow myself to be obsessed with that power anymore.
“Don’t think about that anymore; we’ve already arrived in this era, and… there’s still one last chance.”
I forced a smile, and Kefier, as if to “emphasize,” kept reminding me by my ear.
“Yes, go ‘save’ Nilu, Oujilide. This time… don’t hold any attachment to the Order Fairy. Deal with her, even if… she is me.”
I… will. This time I won’t hesitate because “you are the Order Fairy,” nor will I believe the Order Fairy’s words. This is my last chance, the final way to bring Nilu back, the last time to break free from the script and regain the power to fight against the Order Fairy.
“…”
I will be decisive, even if… Kefier, one day, you will become the Order Fairy.