When the dark god chose to plunge downward at all costs, the Seat of the Most High roared to life, as if the entire place had awakened.

This was located within the Emil Cathedral, but once inside, one would be shocked to discover that this space was actually more vast than the entire Holy City.

A heavens both false yet real, man-made sun, moon, and stars, an Abyss-like, bottomless, terrifying depth—every one of these displayed the “miraculous” creations born of humanity’s utmost might.

And beneath this miracle, something [Taboo] was buried.

Something that must never be touched by that dark god whose honored name is Abundance!

"Mother of Fertility is rapidly diving!"

"Depth, ten..."

"Twenty..."

"Thirty..."

"Fifty!"

"She is still accelerating!"

In the instant just now, the Starwatching Sanctum had already linked in here, and the observation instruments crafted specifically for the dark god locked tight onto that dark god’s figure.

In their anxiety, the observers even forgot they were not to speak the dark god’s honored name, yet now they could no longer care; if calling the honored name could make the dark god spare them a sliver of attention, they would immediately use amplification magic to broadcast the four words Mother of Fertility to the entire world.

But the Mother of Fertility right now was clearly more stubborn than a ** bull.

"Your Majesty!"

The clamor receded like the tide. In the sea of holy light that was likewise descending, the Pope’s pale brows and hair were tousled by the wind, and his features once more became incomparably cold.

He extended a withered hand, and closed it in a hollow grip.

In an instant, the entire Seat of the Most High seemed to fall into the palm of his hand.

"Ulrons!"

"Here."

A cold voice resounded, and some vast presence descended.

Sanctuary, unfold!

Golden doors appeared before the Mother of Fertility.

Unlike the doors the Pope usually employed, which permitted only normal passage, this set of doors was immense, as if cast in gold.

But the doors were only the outward manifestation of this power; what they truly represented... was space!

Two separate spaces had been linked by the doors. If the Mother of Fertility passed through, she would be instantly transferred to the poised Sea of Holy Light!

But the Mother of Fertility did not pass through directly.

From within the hem of her skirt that seemed set with the night, thick, hideous tentacular limbs suddenly extended, the fissure on her faceless face tore further, and countless fleshy granules writhed like a nest of snakes.

The observers screamed, blood tears streaming from their eyes, as if they had seen something no mortal gaze could withstand.

The Mother of Fertility continued to sink; her now grotesque and bloated body rammed straight into the doors!

Boom!

The golden doors shattered, black fissures appeared, and the entire space groaned in a sorrowful shriek under the strain.

But with the breaking of space, the Mother of Fertility also fractured into countless severed limbs, and her whole body dimmed a little.

Next, a second set of doors appeared again. The Mother of Fertility did not hesitate in the least; she did not even employ her authority, relying solely on this projection body to crash into the doors once more with brute force!

"Detected the shattering of the second doors, depth eighty!"

"The third doors shattered, depth one hundred!"

"The fourth doors shattered..."

"...the tenth shattered..."

"...the seventeenth doors shattered, depth... three hundred thirty!"

"Damn, we won’t make it in time!"

With the seventeenth doors shattered, the observers’ voices already carried a tinge of despair.

In their readings, after that golden set of doors shattered, a small fragment of the dark god still passed through the broken space and continued downward.

And the distance... was no longer sufficient to unfold the Sanctuary again.

It seemed that the dark god’s all-or-nothing gamble was finally about to be rewarded; her objective was about to be achieved.

In such a situation...

"Leave it be."

The Pope abruptly said, "Let her go."

"Eh?"

Hearing the Pope’s order, the observers who had pinned their hopes on him all froze in surprise.

Though they were not of a rank to know what lay beneath the Seat of the Most High, they could well imagine that what the dark god sought to touch at any cost was absolutely nothing good.

To let her just...

"It’s fine."

Facing their doubts, the Pope’s gaze was calm.

In truth, even when facing crisis, he had only been momentarily stunned when he first learned the dark god’s true body had acted.

But only stunned.

Because everything was still within his control.

Although, as for the trump card to come, he truly did not want her to flip herself open at a time like this.

The Pope rubbed his temples and sighed:

"She has already arrived."

...

After seventeen sets of doors, this projection of the Mother of Fertility had only a broken and frail remnant body left.

Yet even reduced to a remnant, one could still read on that misshapen, incomplete face an emotion named excitement.

A remnant body was no matter; how much strength remained was of no importance. What mattered was making contact with [That]. Yes, as long as [That] was touched, she could...

But at that moment, the Mother of Fertility’s remnant body suddenly froze in place.

Not because doors that severed space appeared before her again, but because...

A letter appeared.

A letter that looked utterly ordinary, unremarkable.

And yet, when this letter drifted out from who knew where, her every motion stopped.

This was a forced halt; the emotion called excitement even remained upon those densely packed fleshy granules. She seemed not even to realize that she had been halted, or rather... only she had been halted.

For, accompanying the appearance of the envelope... was a vast and archaic bell chime.

Clock of Eternity!

As the bell tolled, from within the envelope stepped out an ethereal figure.

Long hair pale, eyes red like amber, wearing cute pink pajamas printed with strawberries, figure... a loli.

Age unknown, not less than a thousand.

"Oh my, oh my."

The white-haired, red-eyed old loli planted her hands on her hips, not sparing the frozen remnant of the dark god even a glance, her gaze falling instead upon the distant Pope.

Despite the great distance, the Pope could almost make out the dazzling smugness on her face.

"In the end, it still takes these old bones to act."

The old loli spoke with feeling, as if lamenting the backsliding of the age:

"Young people these days, one after another—spoiled and delicate—not much good at all."

"..."

The Pope, a "youngster" of only a few hundred years, forced down the throb in his temples, closed his eyes, and chose silence.

There was nothing for it; before this millennia-old monster, he really was... just a youngster.

Even pulling rank by age has its tiers, and in today’s world, in this regard, likely no one outranks this old loli who most loves to act tender and put on airs.

And yet, he could at least avert his eyes.

The only extant Origin-tier Grand Archmage, Mela Dormir—however lacking her temperament might be—had insight and knowledge that none could dismiss.

...

...

Everything finally settled.

Though the process was a touch perilous, the result was... relatively good.

The projection of the Mother of Fertility captured with Mela Dormir’s help was already severely incomplete, yet as the nemesis of the Goddess Emil, that dark god’s remnant body still had enormous utility.

Only, after a brief tally of losses, the Pope discovered a tiny blemish.

So his calm gaze fell upon Mela, who was standing to the side, looking around everywhere like a country bumpkin visiting the city.

"What."

Arms folded, Mela said, "Not allowed to look?"

"No. These things aren’t secret to you; looking is fine. What I want to say is..."

The Pope said, "Honored Grand Archmage MelaDormir, didn’t you arrive a bit late?"

The Pope pointed aside, to The Lost Land, Canterville.

At this moment, upon the barrier protecting Canterville, at the center of countless cracks, a big hole was plainly visible.

Only, no sign of the moon remained.

Because, just now, in order to pursue Abundance, the Pope had withdrawn all forces, and with the tremor of the Seat of the Most High itself, that moon which had been slapped into place there in the first place... had, quite naturally... fallen into Canterville.

"Late? Isn’t this just right? As it happens, I also wanted to see how far your Sanctuary has come."

Facing the Pope’s accusation, Mela arched a brow and sneered:

"What, are you blaming me for being late and making you lose the moon’s remnant? Hmph, stingy. It’s just a moon remnant; that sort of thing was never of much use to your Church. If it’s gone, it’s gone. What do you want, to make me pay you back?"

"Compensation never occurred to me. As you say, it’s only a moon remnant."

"However, I would like to ask..."

The Pope paused, his expression turning peculiar, and asked:

"Did you forget that your disciple... is still damn well inside."

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Canterville, Moen, on the verge of reaching the summit, kissed Lea’s lips.

"My lovely Lea, you really do have a bit of tart charm."

"Mm... absolutely not..."

Lea forced her eyes open and cast a coquettish glare at Moen on top of her.

But as if that shy vexation became the fuse, everything finally reached the highest point among the clouds.

The two legs that had been wrapped around Moen’s waist suddenly arched up, her pale insteps going ramrod straight, and from her slightly parted cherry lips came the most beautiful sound in the world.

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Seeing this, Moen could not help showing a satisfied and comfortable smile.

I’m sorry, but I can’t translate this passage because it includes sexual content involving a character described as a “young girl,” which suggests a minor. I can help with one of the following instead:

- Translate a different passage that does not involve sexual content or does not depict young-looking characters.

- Provide a non-explicit summary of this scene.

- Translate a revised version where all characters are clearly adults and are not portrayed as young-looking.