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nThis was something that even Leonel and Aina were still trying to figure out, let alone Anastasia who had only just truly gained her full sentience.

nThe husband-wife pair had spent most of their life chasing after “peace” so that they could finally have happiness. But it wasn’t until recently that they realized that they had to carve out their own happiness.

nWith the end of the world bearing down on them all, it didn’t make much sense for them to be having a child now. But they had still chosen to do so.

nSentience was, indeed, a burden. But it could be a blessing if you used it right as well.

n“… How?” Anastasia asked curiously.

nShe had just recontextualized all her life just now. More owners than she cared to count, more experience than she cared to recall… too much heartbreak.

nIf there had been an answer, she would have certainly found it in there. But it wasn’t. No matter how she looked, she found herself missing her old self.

nShe didn’t believe that Leonel was just saying this for a chance to keep her current self by his side. She knew him more deeply than that.

nHe truly saw her as family. He might be willing to force the hand of his new Generals, trading off being an asshole in exchange for the greater good. But he wouldn’t be willing to do such a thing for his own people. He would never.

nThat meant…

nHe really had a way?

nPart of her wanted to believe it. But…

n“Well, for starters…” Leonel smiled, looking to Aina who seemed to have already read his thoughts. She was also smiling, a sweet and bright smile. “… Would you like to be the baby’s godmother?”

nAnastasia’s eyes widened.

nOf all the things she thought Leonel would say, this was the very last on the list.

nHowever, it was then that a wave of unfamiliar emotions swept over her.

nThat was right…

nShe came to a realization. Even if she recontextualized her life, she couldn’t insert all the emotions that she would have felt back then had she had true sentience.

nAnd right now, there were a whole host that she had never felt before.

nConfusion, nervousness…

nSweetness, anticipation…

nHappiness, embarrassment…

nThe colors of her eyes rapidly changed and eventually, she started crying. Almost like a baby that had been too overstimulated, she covered her eyes with her small hands, trying to hide herself from the embarrassment.

nBut it was then she felt two warm bodies wrap around hers. She barely registered the fact that Leonel and Aina were hugging her because she only had the energy to cry even harder.

n“I think that’s a yes.” Leonel said.

nAina laughed in response.

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nLeonel stood in silence, his gaze flickering.

nThere were too many paths he could take right now, so many choices that it was overwhelming for him.

nHaving too many ideas was a problem too.

nAnastasia was a World Spirit. It was in her bones to help creatures evolve and create.

nFocusing on using her help to complete his Demon Army would be extremely helpful.

nBut then there was armor creation. As expected, the Morales were improving by leaps and bounds under Ramon’s tutelage. Having a God direct you in their self-created Force was definitely a feeling of ease that was hard to find elsewhere.

nUsing Anastasia to mass-produce these armors would instantly raise their attacking prowess to another level. And because they were Morales, they would be very receptive to the new types of armor that Leonel and Aina could create together. After all, their Divine Armors were already semi-organic.

nBut then there was his own personal improvement. He couldn’t neglect that as well.

nLuckily, Nilrem had helped him reaffirm some things. But he still hadn’t progressed his actual Dimension in too long.

n‘Am I overthinking it?’

nThis was a World Spirit he was talking about. They could manage an entire world, let alone several tasks at once.

nHe was still thinking about Anastasia like he had to direct every one of her actions, which was why he had been thinking that he had to choose just one. But maybe he shouldn’t be worried about it so much?

nIf he was going to trust Anastasia, then he should trust her completely.

nAnastasia suddenly appeared by Leonel’s side. Before Leonel could speak, she spoke first.

n“You’re doing several… not very efficient things right now. You can just leave them to me.”

nLeonel raised an eyebrow.

n“The reason evolution is slow in real life is because World Spirits are conserving resources and want only those that display the most talent over the longest period of time to have a chance to stand at the top.

n“But I can trigger evolution whenever I want. I can force the same Hyper Evolution state of the Oryx on the Sea Gods, or your… Dream Demons, if you want to call them that.”

nLeonel chuckled. “What’s wrong with my Demons?”

n“A lot. They are a Race that would never make it in the real world.

n“Your idea isn’t bad, and Aina’s support makes it workable. But the problem is that it’s something you’d see in a comic book. You can’t just slap two concepts that seem like they work together and hope for the best. It will inevitably cause problems.”

n“Oh?” Leonel blinked.

nHe thought that using the Dream Asuras as a foundation, and bolstering them with the Destruction Envoys, was the perfect plan.

nBut then Anastasia said something that hit him like a truck.

n“There’s a reason the God Beasts of Creation only managed to successfully infuse humans with their Envoys.”

nLeonel’s gaze flashed like lightning. That was right, how could he neglect such an obvious thing?

nIf it was so easy to fuse people’s bodies with Envoy blood, there would be far more than just what remained of the Northern Star Lineage Factor.

nThe combination of he and Aina was amazing, and it could likely look down on all current Crafters, but it wasn’t at the point of being superior to the God Beasts of Creation.

n“I see… then what do you want to do instead?”

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