058: For You, Teacher, I Can Do Anything, Right?
Novia instructed John to compile what he had said into a scroll. Once completed, it would serve as the concluding chapter of the New Testament.
The only requirement was that until it was finished, John could not tell anyone other than Novia.
"The Apocalypse... what in the world..."
Novia, who usually always wore a smile, now seemed too weary to mind his demeanor. He leaned against a tree outside his home, gazing at everything before his eyes.
Reflected were the clear blue sky, the green earth, and the gentle morning sun shining upon every inch of this land.
"...The Holy Spirit..."
Haa— Novia let out a sigh.
He could clearly tell that the "Holy Spirit" in the content of John's Prelude to the Apocalypse was, without a doubt, himself.
The matching silver hair and blue eyes, and "reconnecting the Son and the Father" likely referred to the promoted concept of the duality of the Father and the Son.
"Causing the flame of Vesta to never burn again" probably referred to Christianity replacing Roman polytheism. The Roman hearth goddess Vesta, the Romanized name of the Greek goddess Hestia—it was said that the eternal flame of Vesta must never be extinguished, or it would signify disaster for Rome.
The subsequent "Calamity" was even more obvious. Called the "Antichrist King," wasn't that the one who utilized Solomon's remains?
Then it mentioned Novia destroying Jerusalem with a spear.
All indications pointed to the fact that the most likely true identity of the "Holy Spirit" John spoke of was Novia himself.
But why? When did I become the Holy Spirit? Novia couldn't help but feel perplexed.
He understood the Holy Spirit of the Trinity well. But the reason he had only promoted the duality of the Father and the Son in recent years was because Christianity was still in a stage of being "easily understood by people." As for the Holy Spirit, which could only be discovered through deep study of the scriptures, Novia intended to leave it for future generations to discuss. There was no need for him to define the nature of a "mysterious" entity.
After all, the Holy Spirit is not an impersonal force or power. Within the Trinity, the Holy Spirit is neither the Father nor the Son, for these three are eternally distinct. There is only one God, so the Holy Spirit is identical to the Father and the Son in being or essence, but in terms of personhood, He is irreducibly distinct from the Father and the Son.
This relationship does not imply any subordination, inferiority, or temporal priority, but refers to a relational and personal order.
"Mmm, Teacher, even though I'm about to leave for the Greek peninsula, if you don't come to see me off, I'll be angry."
Amidst the beauty of the lush green trees, the gentle sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves onto the ground. Each time the leaves swayed in the wind, it was like a girl giggling.
The golden-haired girl named Nero gazed at Novia with both ardor and attachment, utterly enchanted.
She was originally supposed to leave today, but during the farewell ceremony that was about to begin, she couldn't find her teacher anywhere. So she immediately postponed it until the next day and hurried to her teacher's home, wanting to know if something had happened to Novia, and why he hadn't even sent her a message.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I—"
"I don't want you to call me 'Your Majesty,' Teacher. Please keep calling me Nero. Domitius is fine too. Please, Teacher."
Nero sat down, unabashedly embracing Novia around the waist and covering his mouth with one hand, her expression pleading.
"...I'm sorry, Teacher, I shouldn't have done this..."
Novia stared at her, not moving a muscle. Thinking she had made a mistake, the girl immediately looked at him anxiously.
This rose-like girl before him was immensely fond of him. Novia knew this well. Over the years, he hadn't done anything particularly bad to her. In all aspects, he had hoped she would act from a place of goodness. And now, it was unlikely she would be seen as the 'Enemy of God,' '666,' or turn into the Beast of Calamity, Draco...
But according to John's account, beneath her lively exterior, Nero actually desired, like Albion, to drink his blood and eat his flesh. The ultimate result would be that one day he would be made to drink the wine of her overflowing desire and suffer... Could it be that he had taught her incorrectly in some way?
But he hadn't excessively restrained her desires; he always allowed her to vent appropriately. Did she need even more?
"No, it's nothing. I was just a bit distracted."
Novia shook his head.
"...Really, really? You're really not angry with me...?"
Her words lacked confidence. Sensing her mood, Novia calmly and firmly asserted:
"Not at all... That's the truth, Nero."
"Teacher, I am the Emperor, you know."
This response instantly brightened Nero's mood. She smiled again, her tone both chiding and coy.
"As the Emperor, even you, Teacher, must properly remember what I say, right?"
Nero's words sounded somewhat unreasonable, but upon hearing them, Novia neither smiled nor grew angry. He simply responded with a calm and matter-of-fact tone.
"Your words, regardless of whether they come from this identity or not, I will always keep in my heart."
"Then, Teacher—"
In the girl's eyes and words, there was not a hint of falsehood, only a passion capable of devouring all things.
"If it's to be with you, I can do anything, right?"
Eyes burning with passion, and words made all the more frightening precisely because of their beauty.
The next instant, in Nero's eyes, her teacher gently shook his head, and then—
Unlike last time when she had sought a reward, Novia took the initiative to kiss her lips. It lasted so long she felt she might suffocate, yet her body instinctively brimmed with countless sensations of pleasure.
"Nero, you don't need to do any of the things you mentioned. As long as you listen to me, that is enough."
Novia gazed at the girl, who had turned completely flushed and even seemed dazed from her kiss, and holding her, she spoke.
"O-okay, Teacher… I'll always listen to you…"
For a girl, Nero was incredibly adorable like this. But her following words, perhaps due to some shyness, grew softer and softer.
"But, but… I think… maybe pulling the hair harder, or something like that… I've only heard about it… I've never thought of it myself…"
She only hoped that during future kisses, Novia would hold her hair. Novia naturally wouldn't hesitate and fulfilled Nero's request.
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