Your mission is to kill Razz huh?" Victoria smiled as she rose to her feet, turning away from him and walking toward the quiet garden before her. Soft light filtered through the leaves, brushing against stone and petals alike, giving the moment an almost fragile calm.

Enzo had already explained what he planned to do. He never called it his final goal for the voyage, only something unavoidable, a path he would have to walk whether he wanted to or not.

"Yes. From these memories, he has caused too much havoc. Not just to my family, but to countless others." Enzo let out a slow breath. "Killing him is something I don't have a choice in."

Razz had tried to kill her too, more than once. Even so, Enzo could tell that Victoria hesitated. It lingered in the way she slowed her steps, in the faint tightening of her shoulders. But choice was a luxury he no longer had.

"Do you even know how to kill a god like Razz?" Victoria asked.

She had been imprisoned in Galafray for longer than most lifetimes could measure, all because killing an immortal like herself was nearly impossible. Razz was not the same, but the distance between them was not as wide as one might hope.

Killing him would be extremely hard.

Enzo fell silent, the garden's stillness pressing in on him. After a moment, he sighed, the sound heavy with honesty.

Of course he did not know how to kill a god. He was not even sure he could, even if the method were laid bare before him. Still, he had hoped. Hoped that Victoria might show him a path.

"Hm." Victoria plucked a red flower from its stem and lifted it to her lips. One pale finger rested against the petal, and slowly the color bled away, leaving it dull and lifeless.

"I can teach you how to defeat him," she said at last. "That alone is difficult. But to kill him, you will need more than training. You will need an immortal killing divine weapon."

Her voice was controlled, distant, as if she were pulling herself away from the weight of her own words. Killing a divine was one thing. It required destroying a divine concept body, and no amount of power could accomplish that without a divine source.

Such a feat demanded a weapon born of divinity.

But killing an immortal divine being was an entirely different matter.

Most of them were bound to concepts themselves, truths that endured even when flesh and form were reduced to nothing.

Her father had once told her that killing one of them through ordinary means was meaningless. Death would only fold back on itself, birthing a new incarnation shaped from the same memories but warped by altered instincts, desires, and intent. The soul remembered, even if the will did not.

There was no way to predict what that reborn version would become. It might awaken calmer, or it might emerge sharper, crueler, and far more dangerous than before. Because of that, the only true way to end one of their kind was not to kill the body, but to erase the concept that anchored them within the domain they existed.

She was the daughter of the Monarch of Life, the Red God, an incarnation born from the liquid essence of existence itself. Even if she were slain by an immortal divine weapon, her concept and essence would inevitably surface again within a neighboring domain, whether liquid, creation, or fate. Life always found another path.

The same law applied to her brother. Because of that, killing him was not simply forbidden. It was considered a grave crime among divinities, an act that could ripple through domains and unsettle ancient balances. The divine poison that had afflicted her could only restrain him, bind him, and force incarceration. What Enzo was proposing went far beyond that.

"How do I get that?" Enzo asked.

He did not fully grasp the consequences of what he was suggesting. Victoria had yet to explain them, had yet to place the full weight of it before him. Still, he understood enough to know that this path would invite immense trouble, the kind that lingered long after blood was spilled.

"Patience. Let me first teach you how to kill a god," Victoria muttered softly.

She turned away from him, her gaze settling on the vast Greenwood Forest stretching endlessly before them, its canopy breathing with quiet menace and ancient life.

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Time passed.

With the poison purged from her body, Victoria healed steadily. Color returned to her skin, strength to her limbs, and clarity to her eyes. As she recovered, she began teaching Enzo, not through words alone, but through movement, instinct, and repetition.

She taught him how to hunt.

More precisely, how to hunt and kill demigod creatures that roamed Greenwood Forest.

-woosh

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Enzo moved through the trees like a phantom, his figure weaving between trunks and roots. Light clung to him in brief flashes, shadows following close behind, folding over his form until he seemed to melt into the forest itself.

Ahead of him thundered a creature nearly seven feet tall, deer-like but twisted, its massive hooves gouging the earth with each stride. Its eyes burned with feral intelligence, its antlers thick and scarred from countless territorial battles.

Greenwood Forest bordered Rune City and several other settlements within the Divine Kingdom of Life. It was vast beyond mortal comprehension, home to a countless variety of creatures, including a dense population of demigods that treated the land as their domain.

Despite being called the King of the Forest, Kilgar was only a stand-in. A shadow cast by his father, a true divine being who now stood among the royal court of the Monarch of Life.

For Kilgar, managing this place had never been a simple duty. Greenwood Forest was not something one ruled through strength alone. It demanded constant attention, restraint, and an understanding of creatures that obeyed instinct more than law. Alone, it was a burden he could never truly shoulder.

If not for his family lineage and the silent pressure exerted by Lady Victoria's supporters, he would have long ago bowed his head and asked the Monarch of Life to appoint another guardian. Pride kept him standing, but the forest never let him forget how fragile that pride was.

"You little shit, I was there when you were born, you dare hunt me?!!"

The deer-like creature thundered forward, its hooves striking tree trunks as stepping stones. It bounded from bark to bark, landing hundreds of meters away in a blur of motion that shattered leaves and shook branches loose.

Fighting a demigod was nothing like anything Enzo had faced before. The gap in raw power was undeniable. Still, he was far from helpless, and he had no intention of playing prey.

He drew his profane rank crossbow in one smooth motion, already calculating angles and trajectories. Several shots rang out in rapid succession, each bolt screaming through the air toward where the beast would be, not where it was.

Against an enemy even a single realm higher, speed and strength alone meant nothing. You would always lose that contest. Survival depended on foresight.

Where would it dodge. From where would it strike. What was it hiding beneath instinct and rage.

Enzo had come to call this approach his own doctrine. "Enzo's guide to hunting abominations."

It was a crude name, but effective. A fusion of Victoria's teachings and lessons carved painfully into him through trial and error.

The first profane arrow struck the creature's joint, snapping with a sharp crack as it barely pierced the skin. A heartbeat later, more bolts followed, embedding themselves around the wound and forcing divine blood to spill.

In that brief instant, Enzo had injured a demigod.

"Fucker!!! I shouldn't have trusted that old bastard father of yours!"

The creature howled as it limped forward, still forcing itself into motion despite the damage.

"Hmp. Yeah right," Enzo sneered.

The demigod spoke as if it were the victim, as though Enzo hunted it without cause. The hypocrisy almost amused him.

Since rumors of Kilgar's death had spread, many demigod creatures had begun to run rampant through Greenwood. With the forest's authority weakened, they bullied nearby communities, trampling villages and extorting offerings through sheer force.

For the past few weeks, Enzo had been hunting them relentlessly. Each chase sharpened his instincts.

""Don't let it get away. We are approaching the right number."

Victoria's voice suddenly echoed in Enzo's ear, calm yet carrying an edge that made his focus sharpen instantly. His eyes flicked toward the distance where the wounded demigod vanished between the trees.

Hunting, capturing, subduing, and killing the demigod creatures scattered throughout Greenwood Forest had never been simple training. Every chase, every wound inflicted, every life taken was part of something larger. A process measured carefully, deliberately.

It was a preparation.

Each fallen demigod fed into a silent tally, one that only Victoria seemed fully aware of. A threshold that could not be crossed casually, nor reached without consequence.

This count existed for a single purpose.

To grant Enzo access to something forbidden even among the divine.

An immortal divine weapon.

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