Find the One Who Abandoned Me - Chapter 110

After seeing her younger sister’s tears, Melpomene finally, after a long time, secretly divided the world in two and gave one half to her. It was a serious act that required permission from the One God, their mother. But Melpomene went against the rules for the sake of her sister. Her disobedience, however, caused the One God to become furious.

“But the One God, who still loved her daughter, gave her one more chance.”

Calliope slowly continued reading the story. She flipped through the pages quickly, her eyes scanning each line.

“Yet after some time, Melpomene caused another problem. Though she was a daughter of the gods, she fell in love with a mere human…”

She descended into the world as a human and gave birth to a child with him. When the One God found out, she was filled with anger and could not forgive her. Melpomene was punished. She lost her role as the guardian of the world and was cast down into the human realm, where she gave birth to the child of the man she loved.

But humans grow old and fall ill. When a plague swept across the continent, her husband and child died. In despair, she begged the One God to bring them back. She pleaded from the depths of her heart. But the One God’s anger had not yet faded, and she ignored the prayer. Filled with grief and resentment, Melpomene eventually turned against her mother. In the end…

“She was locked away deep underground. She lost most of her power and was left with only anger and sorrow. Cursed, she now returns to life every five hundred years, unable to rest even in death.”

That was the eternal punishment given to her by the One God. Calliope frowned. The One God was described here as distant and heartless.

In the temple, the One God was portrayed as a warm, loving mother who embraced all beings. But the version in this book seemed cold and selfish. Instead, it was Thalia who seemed like the kind and gentle goddess.

“Left alone, Thalia cried for her sister. She tried to find a way to lessen her pain, even if only a little. That way was to create humans who could help her sister fall asleep again every five hundred years.”

Calliope’s eyes moved quickly from side to side as she read.

“When Melpomene is defeated, the burst of divine power can help ease her pain and put her to sleep. That power comes from the One God, so even Thalia couldn’t remove it.”

Then, near the final lines, Calliope found something important.

“The power of the gods responds to the wishes of their creations. But the power is so vast that a single wish cannot destroy it. So, five humans chosen by Thalia came together. They gathered the hopes of all people and wished for one thing: to seal Melpomene. Using that power, they were able to put her to sleep again.”

Calliope stared at the sentence. Divine power that responds to wishes. A demon lord who resurrects and is sealed again each time. It was clear the demon lord in the story referred to Melpomene.

“If the demon lord is defeated and the divine power is used separately, Melpomene may finally find eternal rest…”

Would it be possible to turn back time too? Calliope’s eyes sparkled with desire. Just then, there was a knock at her door. She lifted her head. A maid called from outside.

“Miss, you have a visitor.”

Calliope replied with confusion.

“I don’t have any plans today.”

“The Saintess of the Empire is here. She said she didn’t have an appointment, but it didn’t seem right to send her away.”

Hearing that, Calliope pushed the translated book aside and stood up. The Saintess? No wonder she was let go so easily last time. So, this is why. Calliope pressed a hand to her temple.

She had been sitting at her desk for two full days, lost in study, and the fatigue had piled up. And now, someone who made her tired just by showing up had come. But this wasn’t just anyone—it was the Saintess of the Empire. She couldn’t just turn her away at the door.

“Bring her to the drawing room. Tell her I’ll come down after I get ready.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Leaving the fainted Susan where she was, Calliope went to her dressing room and changed her clothes. She threw a thick shawl over her shoulders and, without even taking Jack, headed to the drawing room. It was obvious the conversation to come wasn’t something others should hear.

She took a deep breath in front of the drawing room door, then opened it without knocking. Inside, she saw two faces that irritated her just by being there: Clementia and Wolfgang. The Saintess sat calmly on the sofa, and her loyal knight stood behind her with his hands behind his back.

Without saying hello, Calliope walked in and sat down, crossing her legs. Clementia watched her with a strange expression.

“Since your visit wasn’t planned, I won’t be serving tea. I assume you came to talk about something we can’t let others overhear.”

The Saintess’s face looked even more complicated. Calliope thought she might complain about her rudeness, but the words she spoke were completely unexpected.

“You’re so much like your fiancé.”

At those words, Calliope’s eyes widened. She slammed her hand on the table and leaned forward.

“Did you meet with Isaac?”

The arrogance that had been on her face disappeared completely. Her red eyes glowed with an eerie light as she stared. Clementia felt a sudden wave of tension and swallowed dryly. It wasn’t something you saw every day—a perfectly sane woman suddenly looking like she had lost her mind.

“Yes, I did,” Clementia said.

“Why? Why did you do that? Didn’t I tell you he had nothing to do with the Hero?”

“Please, calm down.”

Clementia raised her hand slowly, as if trying to soothe a wild animal. Calliope glared at her for a long moment, then finally sat back down.

“So, what did you say to Isaac when you met him?”

“I asked him to join us as the Hero.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because I am the Saintess.”

“You really are full of yourself.”

Calliope scoffed. No matter how hard she had tried to stop it, Clementia had gone to Isaac as if nothing could change fate. Calliope raised her hand and ran it down her face, then let out a bitter laugh.

“No matter what I do, nothing changes. So, tell me, Why are you here? To apologize for stealing someone else’s fiancé?”

She was far more on edge than usual. Clementia tried to remain calm in response, sensing how fragile the moment was. But Calliope only mocked her efforts.

“Or are you here to apologize for dragging my fiancé toward his death?”

Calliope didn’t care if she looked insane. All she wanted was to push the Saintess to the edge. In the past, Clementia had simply offered condolences about Isaac’s death, acting like she had no idea it would happen. Maybe even now, she didn’t know what was coming. But then, Clementia looked genuinely shocked.

“How did you know that?”

“What did you just say?”

“How did you know he would die if he went to defeat the Demon King? And how did you know we came to tell you about the Demon King’s resurrection? That’s what I came here to ask. I needed to be sure.”

“You knew Isaac was going to die?”

Calliope’s red eyes burned with rage. She slammed the table with her palm. Her eyes, blazing with emotion, locked onto Clementia.

“You knew my Isaac, my man, my fiancé, was going to die, and you still took him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Answer me!”

She lunged forward and grabbed Clementia by the collar. With a startled cry, Clementia’s upper body was pulled toward her. Wolfgang rushed forward, trying to free Calliope’s hand, his face filled with alarm. But fury gave her unexpected strength.

“You knew he was going to die and still dragged him into this? Then you had the nerve to say you didn’t know, with that smug look on your face? How can you live with yourself?”

“My lady, please calm down. What are you talking about?”

“Because of you, he left me.”

Then, suddenly, Calliope stopped.

“He left me. That’s why he left me.”

Her hand loosened. For so long, she had struggled to understand why Isaac, who once loved her deeply, had walked away. Could this really be the reason? She couldn’t be completely certain. But if the Saintess had known about his death, and Isaac had still chosen to go…

“He left me because he knew he was going to die?”

A hollow laugh escaped her lips. So that was the reason?

“Doesn’t this sound like something from a cheap novel?”

She burst out laughing. She couldn’t stop herself. Sitting on the sofa, she clutched her stomach and bent over, laughing uncontrollably. Then, just like that, she stopped. When she raised her head, her hair was wild, but her eyes were sharp again.

“So, what’s the real reason you came to see me?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you from the start.”

“Stop holding it in like a coward and say it already.”

The Saintess took a deep breath, then began to speak slowly.

“First, let me explain. As you may know, I am known for having the ability to see far into the distance. But lately, I’ve been seeing something different. I keep having visions of the future.”

“Visions of the future?”

Calliope narrowed her eyes. It sounded oddly similar to what she had been experiencing.

“At first, I thought I was just imagining things because of the pressure I was under. But the visions were too detailed to ignore. They only showed things related to the Hero and the Demon King, which made me realize they weren’t just illusions. And in one of those visions…”

“You saw my Isaac die.”

Calliope fell silent. The Saintess from the past had never had the ability to see the future. If she had, the temple would have used it. But the Saintess in front of her now was claiming she could.

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