Chapter 110
'Her old necklace still hangs around her neck—the very necklace she has worn since her betrayal of the Almighty long ago.
It's impossible for me to touch that. So she should be the one to remove it if she wants.'
Fhhhh!
'As a result, there is no obligation for me.
None.'
Theo held himself back for a moment, realizing that Aldraya's request for him to put the necklace on her was not a duty he was required to fulfill.
He assessed the situation calmly, recalling all his past experiences, including moments in Flo Viva Mythology where every action carried hidden consequences.
Refusing was not merely out of reluctance, but a conscious recognition that the necklace truly belonged to Aldraya—a piece that had accompanied her for so long.
Even during her betrayal of the Almighty.
The decision not to place the necklace on her arose from a mix of logical consideration and experience, where Theo knew that such responsibility was neither his right nor obligation.
Every movement Aldraya made was observed carefully; the girl's posture remained firm, her face expressionless as usual, yet there was a silent determination in the way she waited for Theo's response.
Theo followed the direction of her gaze, noticing how she asserted her desire without words, using subtle yet effective body language.
He weighed every possibility, considering that Aldraya's old necklace had become a part of her, and replacing it was not merely a physical act, but a symbolic one that might hold deeper meaning for the girl.
Theo's reluctance was not simply a rejection of Aldraya, but a reflection of principles and lessons he had understood long ago.
He realized that in interactions like this, sometimes the best step was to give Aldraya space to decide for herself, allowing her to control these small shifts in her life.
The toy necklace he had just bought remained in Theo's hand, ready for the moment Aldraya decided on her own to replace it—waiting for a choice that must arise from her will, not from someone else's pressure or obligation.
Aldraya's old necklace remained hanging around her neck, a symbol of resilience and the personal choices she still held onto.
'I've seen that necklace so often that I've memorized every detail.
Whether it's the color, the emblem, or the engraving in the center—I've examined it long before this date ever happened.'
Goooooh!
'Naturally, far too long to be simplified into a centuries-old box.
Even when she betrayed the Almighty, the object remained.
And as someone wise—I swore I would never touch it.'
Theo stared at the old necklace hanging around Aldraya's neck, examining every detail that set it apart from any ordinary object.
Its dark-silver hue looked like metal oxidized by time—not black nor pure silver—but resembling celestial material scorched by sin or rebellion.
Pale-blue and milky-white accents glimmered softly from its surface, giving it an imperfect, dimmed divine aura.
The rounded angular emblem at the center resembled an angelic sigil or symbol of heavenly authority, yet tiny cracks and scar-like patterns marked a history of conflict and defiance—something understandable only through sharp observation and experience.
At the center of the emblem, a small opal or moonstone radiated a gentle glow, containing remnants of faith or conviction unacknowledged by Aldraya.
The stone seemed alive, reflecting light subtly yet meaningfully, affirming that the necklace was not mere adornment, but a symbol of journey, rejection, and endurance.
Theo observed all of it closely, feeling the weight of history embedded in the object, realizing that every curve, crack, and glimmer held untold stories.
The necklace stayed on Aldraya's neck, a silent witness to the past and the complex identity she carried—an object not easily replaced by something new.
'So that's the reason? Or perhaps—'
Tsraaak!
'Wait, you're taking off the necklace without hesitation?'
"...."
'W-what are you doing now?'
"Give me the toy necklace."
"Here…"
'What exactly is this girl planning?
What is she intending?'
Buuuum!
Theo watched Aldraya's every move closely, trying to understand the motivation behind her decision to allow the toy necklace he bought to be placed around her neck.
He weighed the possibility that the action was not merely playing with an object, but a conscious choice from a girl who rarely showed emotion and always restrained herself.
As Aldraya swiftly opened the old necklace that had accompanied her for so long, Theo felt a mixture of amazement and confusion.
Her movement was quick yet calm, demonstrating precise, disciplined skill, marking an unusual moment of transition—when the symbolic old object was replaced by something new, simple, seemingly trivial, yet laden with meaning for its owner.
Then Aldraya asked for the necklace Theo had bought.
And carefully, Theo handed the toy necklace over to her, his mind still racing to understand the purpose behind her action.
Both necklaces were now in their respective positions—Aldraya holding them, with the old necklace placed on top and the toy necklace underneath, touching each other in a way that signaled symbolic influence and a subtle hierarchy.
In other words, overlapping.
A faint tension emanated from the interaction between the two objects—something only a perceptive observer could understand.
Theo felt the symbolic weight of that simple gesture, realizing that although it seemed small and trivial, the old necklace still held dominance over the unfolding story.
When the two necklaces touched, a golden-yellow light suddenly spread around them. Its glow was so intense that Theo's vision was swallowed by dazzling radiance, filling the space with an indescribable energy.
'She's deliberately holding back the effect—and her control is that fine.'
Fuuuuh!
'Damn, it stings. But even blinking feels risky, because I'm certain I'll miss something important.
Aldraya, explain what's happening!'
Hhhh!
'It's all because of the necklace. Look at it.'
The golden light that had illuminated the area slowly faded, leaving Theo standing frozen in place.
Oddly, the effect of the light was felt only by Aldraya and himself, as if she had adjusted the energy so it wouldn't draw the attention of the other visitors at the nearby park.
Theo forced his eyes open despite the sting and difficulty, resisting the urge to look away or ignore the phenomenon.
And when the radiance vanished completely, the world looked normal again to Theo, though awe and confusion continued to cling to him.
His eyes remained fixed on the necklace now held in Aldraya's right hand, observing the object with uncontrollable intensity.
'The necklaces fused?'
"...."
Theo stared at the necklace in Aldraya's hand with increasing intensity, trying to understand the unique combination that had formed.
The necklace's outer layer retained its oxidized dark-silver sheen, radiating a cracked celestial aura—marking its long history of rebellion and spiritual scars bound to its owner.
Every crack and pale-blue or milky accent glowed faintly, remnants of lingering but unacknowledged faith, giving the necklace a sacred yet cold impression.
The opal or moonstone at its center still glimmered softly, adding a mysterious aura to the object, as though it held secrets perceivable only to those observant enough to notice.
To be continued…