Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The next day.

As the sun rises, the goddess of dawn dances in the sky, welcoming the arrival of Apollo, the god of the sun.

Winter has passed, and everything in the world is growing again.

In Sparta, Paris walked in the palace.

Some of the soldiers passing by were shirtless, revealing their scars; some were wrestling with each other, and it was unclear what they were fighting for.

As a nation that worships strength, when the king led his people away, the people left behind could only vent their energy in this way.

But without exception, none of them found any trace of Paris's passing.

Holding the Elder Wand, the prince felt like a god whose wishes could come true.

So far, he has not encountered anything that he cannot do.

The only thing that limits his performance is probably his imagination.

After all, imagination is not just wishful thinking. Paris can imagine the sea flooding the continent, but he has no idea what the scene would be like, let alone testing his own strength to see if he can do it.

Therefore, although reason told the prince that his power definitely had its limits.

But at least from Paris' current perspective, he is an omnipotent being.

And now, the prince thinks that he is only one step away from perfection in his life.

"Helen... you should agree to leave with me today."

Walking through the corridor, he seemed to be familiar with the route.

Whenever Paris thought of his recent experiences, he felt a surge of emotion.

Just a dozen days ago, just as the prince had done, he successfully entered the Kingdom of Sparta and met Helen, whom he had been thinking about day and night.

My beloved, my everything, she is still so beautiful, so intoxicating...

Suppressing his excitement, Paris tried his best in just a few days.

From an unexpected "chance encounter" to a soul-touching conversation, through his understanding of Helen, every word the prince said was so in tune.

No one can refuse a soul mate whose values ​​perfectly match his or hers. If there is one, then give this soul mate a perfect face.

If the above two things still cannot impress you, then give him powerful strength, the wealth of the enemy country, noble blood and extraordinary status.

Paris didn't have these in the past, but he still won Helen's heart.

And now when the prince who has everything comes here again, he naturally wins the favor of the beauty again.

In just a dozen days, Paris took Helen to experience all kinds of new experiences.

They watched the sunrise over the sea of ​​clouds together and strolled on the lake under the moon together.

The prince created a sea of ​​flowers for Helen, and then built a tall building with snowflakes.

Paris could feel that his relationship with Helen was getting closer with each passing day.

After all, such means have no rivals in this era, and even the prince himself admires his own creativity.

As of yesterday, Paris finally felt that the time was ripe.

He asked his beloved to leave the city with her and go far away.

There was no need to elope or run away. He would march into Sparta openly and let these barbarians know how powerful he was.

But at this last step, the prince encountered a problem.

Because even though Helen was willing to go with him, she was still a little worried.

Squeak——

"Helen, my moon!"

"I come to see you again. Only when I see you will my life have meaning!"

Push open the door and walk into the bedroom filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Paris shook his wrist gently and a bunch of colorful roses appeared.

And as if hearing some movement at the door, a charming figure walked out of the house.

Looking at the handsome prince holding flowers, a hint of surprise flashed across Helen's eyes, and then a hint of cunning emerged.

"Ah--Mr. Paris, you are here again, and you have brought me a bouquet of roses."

"But I have heard that roses are the embodiment of love and beauty, and are the favorite flowers of the goddesses on Mount Olympus."

"Then dear prince, please tell me honestly and objectively - if we stand together with that noble goddess, who is more beautiful?"

Maybe it was because Helen was still young at that time, she was much more energetic than she was later... Paris sighed in his heart and smiled even more.

This is a difficult question to answer because everyone knows it anyway.

Whether it is for God or for man, to think that she has beauty comparable to that of the goddess of beauty is already the limit.

After all, no matter what, from the concept of beauty alone, Aphrodite's appearance is indeed impeccable.

You can belittle her based on her morality and temperament, but you cannot criticize her based on her appearance alone.

In this case, the prince's compliments are either less than honest or they can get away with being merely superficial.

But obviously, this doesn't really bother Paris.

"Ma'am, beauty is a subjective concept. I cannot guarantee that my answer is objective enough. But if you insist that I give you a conclusion, then this is the only answer I can give you."

"The goddess of beauty is indeed worthy of her title. In my eyes, her back is unique in the world."

"And you are everything to me. When you look at me, you are so beautiful that there is no other beauty in the world."

It seems that nothing was said, and it seems that everything was said.

Looking at the girl who seemed a little embarrassed by his words, Paris suppressed some thoughts in his mind.

By now, Helen was destined to be his.

What the prince wanted most at this moment was to leave with the other party openly.

Thinking of this, Paris stepped forward and said in a gentle tone:

"Helen, listen to me."

"Nothing in this world can compare to your position in my heart, and you don't deserve to stay in this barbaric kingdom."

"Come away with me, no one can separate us, just like I said yesterday."

"This kingdom cannot stop me. I am far more powerful than you think."

"...Paris, it's not that I don't want to leave with you, but this is the royal city of a country after all."

"Although I believe you won't lie to me, this is still too dangerous. If you..."

"I'll be fine!"

Paris was touched. He knew that Helen was worried about his safety, but it was completely unnecessary.

Taking a deep breath, the prince drew out his wand, an extremely powerful confidence gushing out of his chest.

“Helen, I’m not trying to comfort you, and I’m not taking any chances.”

"In fact, I have already defeated the destiny of death."

"Fate can't kill me, it has already been trampled under my feet - Helen, please believe me!"

"I……"

Paris forced a smile and looked at the thin wooden stick. Although he tried to appear trusting, he could still see Helen's worry.

Although the prince had demonstrated the magic of the Elder Wand more than once in the past ten days, Helen obviously attributed this to Paris's own strength.

In today's world, legends of powerful heroes are common.

But if you say that you can defeat a kingdom with just a wooden stick, it would be hard for people to accept it in any way.

He felt a little annoyed, but looking at Helen who was organizing her words to persuade him, Paris couldn't get angry at all.

The other party is only thinking about himself, and if he hadn't experienced it himself, would he really believe in the idea of ​​'overcoming fate' or 'an omnipotent magic wand'?

Putting herself in other people's shoes, it is only natural for Helen to have some doubts about this.

However, normality is normal, and one's own strength is real.

Thinking of this, the prince made a decision.

"Helen, I know you don't believe me yet, but it doesn't matter, I will make you believe it."

"All the lies in this world will be shattered in the face of facts. I will tell you the iron truth. There is nothing I cannot share with you, and every word I say is true and sincere."

He spoke in a deep voice, his left hand unconsciously stroking the shaft of the staff that was like finger joints, and Paris finally stretched out his right hand.

He turned the Elder Wand over and handed the handle to the other party.

Helen was obviously stunned for a moment, then took the wand that Paris handed to her.

"This is……"

"Hold it. It is the most powerful weapon in the world. Not long ago, a god was even put to sleep by it."

"This is my sacred object, proof of my victory over fate. Helen, it would be meaningless for ordinary people even if they got it, but it's different for you."

"I handed this to you personally, and you are the only one in the entire world who can 'subdue' me."

With a slight smile, Paris spoke of the 'future' which, in his opinion, Helen probably had no chance to know.

The prince didn't think there was anything wrong with being 'defeated' by Helen.

"Come, feel his power, the gift gained from defeating fate."

“As long as you want, it can turn imagination into reality.”

"This is the most powerful and perfect witchcraft in the world."

“We don’t need to learn anything, just hold it and we can make our dreams come true.”

Watching Helen's transition from confusion to curiosity, and then to novelty and excitement, Paris stepped back and turned to look out the window.

At this moment, there were no clouds in Sparta and the sky was blue.

The prince pointed to the sky and said without turning his head:

"Come, test your strength."

"With a wave of your wand, you can call down clouds and rain, and tear down city walls."

"OK then."

A soft voice came from behind him, and the prince couldn't help but smile.

Helen is just like this, gentle and perfect as always...

Thinking this in his mind, Paris felt that his vision seemed a little blurry for some reason.

From light to dark, everything in the field of vision turned into dark tones and finally returned to darkness.

The prince wanted to reach out and pat his head, but his thinking became slower and slower.

Maybe it's a day, or maybe it's a moment.

At one point, Paris felt himself falling into darkness.

Other than that, there is no feeling.

thump--

Retracting her right hand, Lachesis looked at the fallen prince calmly.

Behind him, a black wound was clearly visible.

If the prince was still conscious at this moment, he would probably be surprised to find that the wound on his body was exactly the same as the wound he left on Atropos.

Neither the location nor the size makes any difference.

"This is the response that fate has given you, human."

"Since you have done something you shouldn't have done, we will return everything that has affected us."

In the dark, the backlash of fate fell again.

Although this was an equal response, what caused all this in the first place was the failure of the three goddesses to maintain a fixed destiny.

Although in the final analysis, this was not caused by the three goddesses who were born not long ago, the world itself still would not sympathize with them.

However, feeling that the backlash was much less than expected, Laxus couldn't help but be glad of her choice of candidate.

As fate would have it, Paris died because of Helen, and now he also died because of Helen.

Although the cause, process and result were different, it still saved her some trouble.

So what we need to do now is to find the real mastermind behind the scenes.

"Let me take a look..."

Holding the magic wand and using Paris as a guide, Lachesis began to search for the real culprit behind the scene.

It is impossible for this ridiculous prince to make such a thing. There must be someone else who caused all this.

"This is……"

"An Athenian?"

After a long time, it seemed that the answer was finally found, but the result surprised the goddess.

Is that human the one who caused all this? But what right does he have?

I was confused and a little hesitant.

Laxus knew that either she had not chosen the right target, or the other party actually had some hidden extraordinary qualities.

Maybe she should find someone to test it, but for the goddess of fate, the answer from fate itself cannot be told to those who are not supposed to know it.

If this action is intended to put the other person on the right track of destiny, then it can be done.

But no matter how you look at it, asking a spirit to test a human being has absolutely nothing to do with this.

"call……"

"Be careful and cautious, and take it one step at a time."

The hand holding the Elder Wand waved gently, and words appeared on a silk scarf, which turned into a little bird and flew to the north.

Laxus had no intention of hiding her discovery from her sister.

If something happened to me, I couldn't let her start from scratch without knowing anything... But then again, this so-called magic wand was really useful.

The power of destiny was mixed with many other things, and ultimately the power of destiny, which originally could not directly interfere with the world, greatly enhanced the power of other parts in an ingenious way.

Indistinctly, it seems as if a world is actually inseparable from the existence of fate. When the power of fate is born, the material and spirituality built on the void also undergo a certain intersection and sublimation.

Unfortunately, he couldn't use it all the time, because in fact, the person who really qualified to use the Elder Wand was not Lachesis, but Helen.

Even the goddess of fate herself has no ability to change this.

She shook her head gently for just a moment, and Laxus no longer felt any regrets.

If she could deal with the guy who caused Atropos' disappearance, then she might be able to get a second wand similar to this one.

But if she can't solve it, there will be no future.

After all, as long as she was on guard, it would be difficult for her to defeat the other person with his weapons.

So in this case, it doesn’t matter whether you can use this magic wand or not.