Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5140

Chapter 5140: Paint Me Gold! I

What should she tell them?

She’d asked the question while dumping heavy loads of exposition into his lap, and he sat with it for a moment quietly.

He liked when things were straightforward and not overly complex. He didn’t like to be involved with powerful monsters he had no chance against far too early in the game. But existence had never been fair enough to give him just the right adversity at exactly the right time. It hadn’t worked that way once across his entire existence, and it wasn’t going to start now.

If there were levels to existence, a Level 1 Hunter never held the guarantee that they’d always meet a Level 2 or 3 monster manageable enough for them to overcome. They might meet a Level 100 monster and be utterly curbstomped, and existence wouldn’t apologize for the mismatch. Existence had never apologized. Existence had no language for apology!

Noah had never had any guarantees that something similar wouldn’t happen to him. That was just how existence worked.

He thought about it for another moment, and then he answered.

"Without knowing more, I can’t really say much."

His voice carried calmly across the multicolored seas of Quintessence Infiniforce around them.

"But the biggest thing at this point isn’t actually the politics. It isn’t the Gilded Ones, or whoever else is breathing down your neck demanding answers. The biggest thing is just the two of us."

He moved closer to her on the wave of Infiniforce, drifting until he could sit opposite her. Her golden eyes followed his motion without comment.

He settled into place near her and continued.

"A lot of beings going through life or existence try to tackle big problems with grand solutions. They throw whole Civilizations at the answer. They organize armies. They build elaborate strategies that depend on every variable cooperating. And every one of those solutions tends to forget something. The thing that actually matters most in any problem isn’t even the problem. It’s the people involved in it."

His gaze stayed on her profile.

"Take away all THE Gilded Ones from this conversation. Take away all the Bounded Lifeforms. Take away the Superbius. What’s left is the two of us. Just us. Sitting in your interior seas, talking honestly for the first time. If there’s an understanding between the two of us, even seemingly impossible problems become easy to solve. The grand machinery breaks down to manageable pieces the moment the people in the middle of it are aligned."

He turned his head slightly to face her more directly.

"So. You said you didn’t want to stay the same Ubergulden Adelheid as before. Great. What do you want?"

...!

At the threat of being exposed to Gilded Ones thousands of times more powerful than him, he had asked Ubergulden Adelheid what she wanted.

Her response was not immediate.

She looked at him. Her gold eyes held his face. And then, for the first time across their entire entanglement, she smiled.

A Gilded smile, fundamentally, the kind that didn’t break the architecture of her face but simply softened a few of its angles. But it was a smile.

She shook her head calmly and answered.

"I want to change the nature of Gilded Ones, if I can."

Her voice held a quiet certainty!

"But you won’t be able to truly understand my dream without knowing the context. How Gilded Ones actually live. How the structures of our power propagate across the generations. How the engineering we do to ourselves and to the Bounded perpetuates a configuration that none of us chose and yet all of us inherit. The full picture requires walking through several layers of how-"

Noah raised his hand and interrupted her.

"Remember. Keep it me and you first."

His voice held the calm patience of a teacher even though he wasn’t one!

"I told you what I wanted. You told me what you wanted. We can build outward from there, but the building has to start with the two of us being clear about our positions. Now, this Custodes thing. It’s a bond between us that’s permanent?"

"Yes. The bond is permanent."

"A Custos and their bound Royal Gilded share an existential link that cannot be unwoven once it has settled. Distinguished Gilded Ones, the high ones, the ones whose movements shape policy across regions of the Observable, only ever have one Custos bound to them across their entire life. The bond is foundational. The two of us trust each other with our existences in a manner that is beyond any other relationship a Gilded One forms across their eons. The Custos walks beside us. The Custos sees what we see. The Custos receives the truths we cannot afford to share with anyone else. And in exchange, the Custos defends us with the totality of their being, and we pour resources into the Custos that no other bond would justify."

"It is not a small thing, what has happened between us. The bond is meant to be ceremonial, ritualized, deliberate. It is meant to be celebrated with gatherings of houses and witnesses. What you and I did was none of that. And yet the bond has settled the same as any ceremonial one would have, because the underlying weavings do not care about the ritual. They only care that the integration occurred."

"Okay. So as an apparent Custodes, do you trust me with your life?"

"Of course you don’t. And rightly so. You and I don’t truly know each other. We’ve had a handful of conversations across a few moments of time, and in those conversations I’ve done more to disturb you than to comfort you. The trust the bond demands is trust we haven’t built. But thrust into this situation, we have to adapt around what we’ve actually got rather than what we should have had."

"Your trouble is that you’ve bound someone considered less. So now you’re looking at what to do. Well, what can you do? What actually happens if your Custos is revealed to be a tiny little so-called Bounded Lifeform?"

"It will be a shame on my Superbius Gilded One status. The Superbius are defined by Pride, by the conviction that nothing beneath us is worthy of our intimacy. Bonding myself to a Bounded would be the deepest possible repudiation of what we publicly claim to be. The Magna Sorora would be obligated to act. They would collapse my entire existence first. They would then collapse your existence shortly after, to remove the trace of the bond from the broader weavings before any further damage to Superbius standing could occur. The collapses would be ritualized. Nothing of either of us would remain afterward."

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