“My father is a hero, the strongest of the group. He is renowned and well-known for his swordplay and magic.
Normally, it’s nearly impossible for the child of a hero to become a hero, but I turned out to be one, and the immediate pressure came on me.
My father is a man who works based on results. He doesn’t care about the stress and strain that is put on me, his child.
But I have to follow, and follow, regardless of what I feel. All I have to do is become a hero that will match his reputation.
So, like the people here, you offer them a good life, and they just have to listen to you. But there’s a difference: you actually give the people here genuine happiness, so they can easily follow you.
But my father—my father just chooses for me. I have no happiness in it,” Meg said.
“You are facing a lot, but then again, life’s hard until you step up to fix it,” Silva said.
“So you’re saying if anyone is against you, they should just step up and fix it, which can mean killing you,” Meg said.
“Well, if they can kill me, that is. No one is stopping them. But remember that I am the worst hypocrite in the world—I do what I want.
The faster people understand that, the quicker they would know that I’m the least unpredictable thing. There is only one person I listen to.
She is a being that I respect, and if you ask me why, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I feel indebted to her. She saved my life, and I have always felt good towards her,” Silva said.
“She sounds like a seriously great person,” Meg said.
“I can’t say she is great; that’s because she uses me as she will. She tells me what to do all the time.
Normally, for a dragon, they would never do that—listen to anyone else. But I do for her,” Silva said and looked up.
“So, what’s your dream? What is it that you want to do—all these adventures and everything you have gone through—what do you do them for?” she asked.
“Freedom, just freedom. All I want is to be able to do what I want, when I want, and where I want. But to do that, I need power, real power.
Beyond everything that already exists, and that’s why I’ll keep going every day, trying to find a way to be free.
No one should have the right to tell me what to do. No one should try to cage me. If there were no one trying to cage me, I would have no need to kill, no need to waste all the lives I have wasted,” Silva said.
“I also want this, but if we do this, there would be chaos and destruction. There would be no order, and people would do what they want,” Meg said.
“If that’s what it will take for me to be free, then I’ll do it,” Silva said and stretched out his hands to the sky.
“I’ll break the order, break the chaos. I’ll break everything that exists to chain me. And then I’ll float in the nothingness of freedom.
I’ll be free. I’ll be unchained. I’ll be truly all-powerful,” Silva said.
“You sound crazy, yet I like it,” Meg said.
“Haha, well, that’s what it is. Have you ever heard of the paradox of the Almighty? It’s a fun statement that tickles the brain—a paradox with nearly no answers.
Can an all-powerful being make a sword so strong that even it cannot lift or break it? If it can, then it’s not truly all-powerful because it can’t lift or break the sword. If it can’t, then it’s not truly all-powerful because it can’t make the sword.”
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The Almighty making the sword no one can lift—but if He lifts it, He is not the Almighty because He couldn’t make a sword no one could lift. But if He can’t lift the sword, then He isn’t the Almighty because He can’t lift the sword.
Meg thought about it for a while, but she could not find an answer, so she looked at Silva for an answer.
“So, what is it? How can the Almighty be truly Almighty?” Meg asked.
“By existing outside order and the times of reality. Until the Almighty lives in an image outside order, then He can never be truly Almighty.
So, in essence, the only Almighty being is order itself, and that’s just what it is. There is no real answer that you can understand.
In fact, there isn’t a real answer that a human mind can understand for this paradox. But me hoping that there is an answer to that makes me want to keep going because then—true freedom,” Silva said. He got up and walked a little distance, then looked back at Meg.
“Hero or demon king, if you choose to be an ally, I’ll stand and help you fight.
Also, what they asked you to do is risky. Think twice before you make that choice. I might be a nice guy at times, but I’ll never look back if I kill an enemy that came for my life,” Silva said and walked away.
Meg was shocked when she heard that. Was that Silva telling her that he knew what she was coming to do? If he did, then why didn’t he kill her already?
Was she just acting paranoid? It was possible that what he was talking about was an entirely different thing.
She stayed there for a bit before getting up and walking away. Her mind in turmoil, she headed back to her room. She just wanted to rest now; she didn’t want to be bothered by all the things she had to digest.
But there was still a thought in her mind, and that was: just who was Silva?