The Fake Sin Of Fallen God
Chapters 12. The Desire He inherited

The next day, but at night. Dyze had the same dream he had two days earlier.

But this time he did not wake up in the labyrinth like before he actually directly met the woman under the dark sky, as if wrapping them.

“You again!? Really, it's not like the dream I heard from Chronoa.”

After grumbling, he heard the woman say something. He thought it would be the same dream he had before, but it was something different.

“Not much time left. Quick.. Pass on your ultimate Space Time Control skill to him...! To the most appropriate person in your mind! L'm.. Believed in... Your choice. So anyway.. With himself... “

His voice slowly faded along with the rupture of the entire limb which returned into that blue light again.

Although he had experienced this 3 times before, but he was not used to the feeling when the woman disappeared.

“AAARKHH!”

Dyze shouted louder than before, as she woke up her heavy and irregular breathing. Chronoa awakens to the cry of Dyze.

“What the hell is uncle!? Why are you yelling every night again and again? Did you experience that dream again for the third time?”

Chronoa was visibly upset while asking about it. He looked very sleepy and buried his face in a soft pillow. After that, no sound from him was heard from him.

“.. If that day does not count then it is true this is the third time I have experienced this.”

Dyze then returned to the sleeping position and crossed her hands behind her head while looking up at the sky.

‘Optional yes? What flashed through my head at the thought of that was only this brat inside. Is that really the right choice?’

There's no answer. He could not find his answer, because his head was too burdened, he decided to think about it tomorrow only, when he woke up from his slumber.

***

In the morning, Dyze made up her mind.

He walked down the aisle and began to descend the steps looking for the whereabouts of the Chronoa who had built much earlier than him.

But when he got there, Dyze frowned, not finding anyone around him. Claire who is usually enjoying a cup of warm tea in the living room while reading the newspaper was also not visible.

Dyze screeched, he then passed through the hallway to the backyard, where Chronoa and Eiria played normally.

As expected, Dyze finds Chronoa and Eiria competing in archery. It seems that Eiria is far ahead of Chronoa, she looks upset about it

It is not strange because Claire collects arrows and swords in her house, she sometimes practices swordsmanship and arrows, but still, she has no talent for mastering them.

Dyze walked up to them.

Eiria sees Dyze coming. Chronoa who realized it stopped his activity.  When he turned around

“What you want to do here. –“

Dyze first placed his index finger on Chronoa's forehead, and muttered a sentence.

“On my permission, I appoint you as the next heir to Time Space Control.”

As if triggered by that sentence, Chronoa's forehead emitted a dazzling light.

“-Huh.?”

Chronoa felt something strange as the light shone.

His breath is panting.

His brain feels dizzy.

The world in his view was like spinning and twisting.

“H-hey! You why?”

Dyze shakes Chronoa's shoulder.

Although Dyze's voice was so close to him, Chronoa was like hearing that voice from a distance and echoed.

Chronoa lost consciousness.

The sight he saw before the end of his consciousness was Eiria, a close friend of Chronoa who was worrying about him. The figure of the young man with gray-black hair also looked at him with an anxious look.

“Kuhh, my head.”

Chronoa awoke under a lush black tree with rest of the dizziness on his head. A cold wind that was like it pierced through the bone blew which made the black leaves of the tree become swaying.

Chronoa began to stand.

From a distance, he squinted his eyes to sharpen his vision.

And Chronoa found the

Chronoa swiftly ran over to the figure sitting on top of the pile

Corpses. Chronoa was shocked to death when he found out that such a huge pile like this mountain was a corpse.

The figure that had been at the top of this pile of corpses descended with gravity that had no influence on him, as if he was the one who governed their world now.

While at the bottom, and they stared at each other.

Chronoa felt strange when he saw a figure so similar to his. Black hair was like an endless unraveling night made to fly by the blowing wind.

What distinguishes the figure from himself is the empty red eyes that are like having experienced real hell.

“K. Our.. Has failed..”

Us ? Isn't it just the two of us here? But Chronoa only kept that in his mind.

“Do not. Till.. Make feel... Hell. That again.. “

The figure spoke like it was crying, yet there was no expression whatsoever attached to its pale face.

Suddenly there was a huge and dense sound echoing around them.

“True.“

“Do not. Till.. We're... Will fail again. This time.“.

“You are our light of hope.”

“Do not. Till.. Regretting... “

Chronoa didn't want to believe this, but that's exactly what happened.

Chronoa sat down and kept holding his head aloud, hoping the voice in his head would stop.

As his loud voice reverberated over and over in his voice, he shouted as loud as he could.

Dan—

Chronoa gasped from his sleep, he was relieved to see the sky sky made of high quality wood—Dalbergia, which he was very familiar with.

‘Dreams?.’ After thinking about it for a moment, he looked at the entire room.

He found no one there, only a cloth in a bowl of water.

Looks like the cloth was used by Claire to compress her. Because the wet bed can be concluded that while he was in ‘dream' he was very sweaty.

He got out of his bed, and opened his door.

The door starts opening.

When it was fully opened, he walked out of his room and closed the door again.

But he was surprised when he turned to his right side. Dyze who was asleep leaned against the wall of her room.

Chronoa is seen smiling at first glance because he knows that Dyze is actually worried about him.

But that smile he threw away when he woke him up.

“Hey, is our God this time asleep like this?”

He put on his naughty smile.

“Hm.?”

Dyze who is still not so aware still rubs his eye.

Feeling neglected Chronoa shook Dyze's yawning shoulder.

“Mmh.. Hm? Ah, Chronoa yes.”

He widened his eyes when he found out the figure in front of him was Chronoa.

All the questions that had been lodged in Dyze's head were thrown to Chronoa.

“You are! What is really going on!?”

“I'm not worried about you but a little surprised me when the skill inheritance process has an impact like this.”

“.. Inheritance skill?”

The sentence accidentally came out of Chronoa's mouth after wondering in his mind.

“Ah.. Skill inheritance is a method of giving or rewarding skills to the desired individual. This knowledge may be new in your world.”

The skill?  Does it have anything to do with the dream?

“Skill what did you pass on to me?”

“You've seen it twice. And feel very clearly during the first experience.”

Hearing that, only this word flashed in Chronoa's head now.

“Time Space Control: Decelerate?”

“-real!”

As it was triggered by that sentence a wave burst out from his body, making the world around him become ashes to lose its color.

“Wow! Amazing, when this is the first time you tried.”

Dyze looked out of the window.

But not to mention, Dyze has resistance to time control skills, if the person is still far below Him.

“What? What happened?”

“Come and see!”

Dyze invites Chronoa to see the city with him.

No, no, that's not what happened, is it? A wild thought appeared in Chronoa--'s mind

“.. Just right!?”

And that wild thinking is now a reality, the whole town is losing its color. Their movements became very slow.

“What really happened?”

Chronoa was more confused than enthusiastic about what he was doing.

“That's because you can't control it.”

Dyze crossed his arms to the back of his head.

“.. Huh?”

Dyze showed a finger-picking motion at the Chronoa.

Without saying anything, he went down the stairs.

Chronoa tried the moves Dyze showed. As the flick of his finger rang out, a wave suddenly shrank and returned into his body.

The city is back in color, and the activities of the entire city are back to normal.

Still unable to fully digest it, he fell into a daydream. Until the voice of Claire on the ground floor wakes her up to the real world.

“Dyze?! Sure enough, I thought you were still upstairs asleep!”

Chronoa smiled, then went down the stairs. Eiria who saw Chronoa, immediately approached and asked his circumstances.

And so did Claire, who asked the same question. As for Dyze, he just leaned against the wall and stared out the window, looking at the outside world.

I hope this togetherness will not end.

“I'm fine.”

Chronoa smiled sincerely for the first time in his life.