“What’s with you, calling us so suddenly, Cere?” Pira says, appearing in flames on his red-flaming throne

“I would have appreciated it, if you did not attend, Pira,” Cere says, fixing her glasses, sitting on her throne made out of steel and stone

“What? I’m still a part of the family.” He says, raising his voice. Pira is now wearing a common adventurer’s outfit, with a flaming crown on his head.

“Your actions say otherwise.” Cere, on the other hand, is wearing something similar to a victorian-era horseback riding uniform.

“Cut the crap, and get your shit straight. What do you need from us?” He says with an annoyed tone, sitting laid back on the throne.

“I’m here! You interrupted my fun times, but it’s alright. What’s up?” a naked Libertad appears with a gust of wind. He is covered with sweat and other bodily fluids.

“We need to wait for the others, Libert. You’re sweating, and covered… is that what I think it is?” Cere says, looking at him.

“Don’t sweat it~! Ba dum tsh! The sweat is not mine.” Libertad smiles as Cere’s smile turns to a disgusted expression. “And the squirt I’m covered? You don’t have to worry about it.” Cere’s disgusted expression worsened. Libertad blows all the sweat and the liquid off of him with a strong wind. ”See? I’m all cool! With that out of the way, I have an idea to propose to apply in Art.” Libertad smiles back, as a robe appears on his body out of thin air.

“Later, Libert. I think I have an Idea where father is.” She sighs as she rubs the bridge of her nose.

“I have no idea why you’re still searching for his sorry ass, He’s been gone for more or less one thousand and five hundred years. It's time to get off his dick.” Pira says with a smirk.

“I have no idea why I even called you here.” Cere raises an eyebrow, totally offended by what Pira said.

“Well, if that’s the only thing we’re going to discuss… I’m out, I’ll be in Terre if anyone needs me.” Pira disappears, leaving only cinders on his burning throne.

“What, what! Lucy in the house! What’s up guys?” A bright flash appears, and when the light settled, Lucerna is sitting in the air, floating upside down, their legs in a lotus position.

“Cere says she has an Idea where Dad is,” Libertad says.

“Really? Spill it! Let’s go to him right now! Please?!” They turn right side up and lower themselves on the throne made of hard light.

“Geez Luz, calm down. We need to wait for Nameless and Rennie.” Libertad smiles at Lucerna, and they return the smile, giggling.

“Okay!” She gives a thumbs up.

“Sorry for my late arrival. There were a couple of prayers that needed tending to.” Nameless appears from the shadow underneath her shadow throne, in a human form, she disperses the human form, and remains in a smoke-like form, like her father.

“Yeesh, I tolds you that you should stop doing that, answering prayers from uhh… wherever. And do it like me! Descending and helping!” Lucerna waves to Nameless, and they do the same too.

“Lucerna, I told you that religion should not be taken lightly. There needs to be a balance in things. As you are the light that descends, bringing joy to everyone, I am the darkness lurking behind you, waiting for those who die, comforting those who are despairing. Death is everyone’s companion.” Nameless sits on her throne, but it looks like she’s hovering above it.

“Well said! I love that! I’ll write that down, and I can show it to everyone!” Libertad claps, then a a large sheet of paper appears out of thin air, he then takes it and writes what Nameless said on it with an ink and a brush.

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“Everyone? What do you mean?” Lucerna tilts their head.

“In Art, I run an entertainment palace in the eastern continent. Music, Dancing, Poetry, Painting, Calligraphy, Martial Arts, and more. I do run some nasty things at night too.” He shows an image of the palace using his wind powers. It’s a traditional palace, with mix-match features of a Japanese Pagoda, a Korean Palace, and a Chinese Temple.

“Oooh, how nasty?” Lucerna says with a grin, thinking nasty things similar to mud and the like.

“Brothel, slave trading, illegal auctions, that kind of nasty.” The paper Libertad was writing on suddenly disappeared into thin air, and so did the image he made.

“As the God of Freedom, isn’t that against you?”

“Lucy, my dear. Freedom is subjective.” He runs his hand through his hair. “One might think Freedom is being unbounded by laws of man, another; law of nature, and another; law of god. What one thinks to be restrictive, might be freeing for another.” He says with gusto. “And just like perfection, there is no such thing as true freedom, or free will, as everything is bound by certain laws. We can’t force humans to live like fishmen and vice versa.”

“But they can? With the help of magic or aura?” Lucerna replies, looking confused.

“Exactly! Would you consider a person who creates their magic, their own technique as their own if there are already the resources and means to do it? Let me put it this way. There is no such thing as pioneers.”

“I don’t get it.” Lucerna shakes their head.

“Let me help you understand the Libert’s ramblings. The actions of someone are predetermined by the past actions of others. There is no such thing as random. And so the idea of true freedom is irrational.”

“… Nope! I still don’t get it.” They shake their head once more.

“Well, I commend you for trying.” Cere looks at Lucerna affectionately, while Libertad shrugs.

“I have arrived. Where’s Pira?” Serenitas appears as a large blob of water, before morphing into her natural human form.

“He left,” Libertad says.

“Oh. Why?”

“The discussion we’re having is about Dad.”

“Oh. I see. He’ll be spoiling the mood anyway.”

“Great! Now that everyone’s here, let me start.” She clears her throat. “Father is summoned to another world.”

“And?”

“That’s all I got.” There’s confusion on both Serenitas and Libertad’s faces.

“How did you come to that conclusion?” Nameless asks

“Well, let me tell you about the book of knowledge first.” She says as the Book of Knowledge appears in her hands.

“What about it?” Libertad asks, crossing his arms.

“I learned that it is flawed. The Book of Knowledge does not write down all information, but rather an information that is known between two or more beings, information that would be considered as–“

“Common knowledge,” Nameless says as Cere nods.

“Exactly. A few months ago, I noticed something that was off in some of the descriptions of certain monsters and beasts. They are detailed. Too detailed. As if someone has been testing all of them, and writing the information directly in the book of knowledge, but that’s impossible. You can’t write or rewrite any information in the book.”

“Their habits, their limits, abilities, their common traits, everything. From the undead to hybrid beasts. I went to Terre, Paradisus, and Art to search for someone capable of doing that, but to no avail. Since I found the clue in the book, there should be other clues somewhere.”

“And? Come on, just continue explaining, stop edging us.”

“There were.”

“Oooh~! What did it say?”

“I found an entire section of pages telling a story that doesn’t exist.”

“A story that doesn’t exist?”

“Sorry, what I meant is, I found a story that never happened. The story is about a planet with seven continents, with seven god-like mortals. Let me tell you the story.”