Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Not only did he refine such a pill, he actually refined two of them, then casually gave one to his daughter after proclaiming that the Sprite Alliance would be under the control of Luna Sacharro and the Sacharro Clan from now on!"

"What did you just say?"

Before the instigator could continue his soliloquy, a small figure flashed before him. The weaker of the two beauties had moved without the stronger of the two.

"Hm?" The instigator tilted his giant head. "What do you want to know little human girl?"

"That name, what did you say his name was?"

"Oh, his name?" The giant blinked, thinking for a bit. He seemed to have forgotten before his eyes flashed with remembrance. "Ah, that's right. His name was Dyon Sacharro. Though, I don't think the Nephilim Elders take him very seriously, or else they would have added him to the Seats of Honor…"

The beauty froze as though she had been struck. In fact, the stronger beauty was also frozen in place.

Who could they be if not Jade and Rose?

Jade didn't know how to respond, but this was even more so for Rose who had a deep hatred for Dyon.

She could never understand why her master sacrificed so much for him, even to the point of death, especially when Dyon never did anything for her.

Of course, these thoughts were only Rose's conjectures. Jade never told Dyon the whole truth for fear his body wasn't strong enough to withstand it, so how could she tell these same truths to Rose? Even though the impact on her would be lesser due to the fact those timeline related matters weren't directly linked to her, the danger would still very much be there.

In truth, Rose didn't initially hate Dyon. When she first met him, even though she was nothing but a 12 year old servant girl – considering her status as Jade's disciple was hidden back then – he treated her well.

Rose was an orphan, so before she was taken in by Jade, she had experienced many cruelties of the world. She was quite well aware that the kindness Dyon displayed was rare and not something she could come by whenever she wanted.

However, even though Dyon was kind, Jade was like a mother to her. There were simply too many tiers between the two relationships. How could she not side with Jade?

Listening to her master talk about how she had to help Dyon well, clearly holding a deep affection for a man who hardly cared for her, it pierced Rose's heart in ways she wasn't willing to forgive.

Even though she never took action against Dyon despite the massive boost in strength her master's Faith Seed gave her, she was determined to use her master's final wisps in this world to show Dyon just what he had ignored.

In her mind, if she rose to the top of the Mortal Plane, it would be just like Jade doing so. This would be enough for Dyon to regret his actions to his core.

But, as time passed, Rose came to find that the secrets were deeper than she originally thought. This Jade she took as a disciple wasn't just like her master… Often times, she believed they were the same exact person. This belief became even fiercer when Jade finally perfected her manifestation by mutating it through awakening an undefeatable spirit.

When her hair turned from silver to gold… Rose felt as though she had been struck by a lightning bolt.

The story Jade told her before she passed away came rushing back and Rose suddenly remembered everything. But, even to this day, she didn't know was 'sin' it was that her master committed…

Unfortunately, Rose was simply too biased. She denied those matters.

Her master said the man she loved was undefeatable, that he united the whole mortal plane, that he only failed at the very last step before he managed to save them all… Such a man, there was no way he could be Dyon!

But the words of this giant here shattered those thoughts.

Defeated 13 Fallen with ease? Conquered the Sprite Alliance? Had four Celestial Beasts and a Dragon under his control? Refined a half-step immortal grade pill?!

Each one of these feats was more shocking than the last. The more she heard, the more difficult she found to deny the words of her master.

The pent-up resentment in her chest festered and clawed through her heart, unwilling to let her go.

This younger version of her master simply wasn't her master… Even though she should have felt better knowing that Jade lived on in some form, she couldn't bring herself to…

This Jade was still young, immature, emotional… She was nothing like the calm, steady, confident master she knew… The woman who seemed to have the world in the palm in her hand…

How could she replace her master?!

To say that Rose was blinded was correct.

The Jade Dyon first met was also confident and steady, her witty banter was no less profound than his own. However, this immature and emotional Jade was also her. Even though her memories from that day had been sealed, the lingering effects in her subconscious remained.

Wasn't the elder Jade also emotional on the day she passed away? But Rose simply didn't see this… She chose to accept the evidence that suited her narrative and ignored everything else.

It was no surprise then that instead of accepting Dyon's feats and realizing he was worthy of her master's praise, her gaze instead turned cold.

"Jade. Let's go."

"Master…!" Jade obviously wanted to hear more, she felt that the giant had left out many details for the sake of keeping things entertaining. But seeing the cold look in her master's eyes, she could help but feel suffocated.

'Just why does she hate Dyon so much…'

Jade was grateful to Rose, but Dyon's position in her heart would always be higher. Quite frankly, she was getting very tired of her master's resentment toward him.