Chapter 188: Revelation — The Son of God from the Parallel Realm
"So he's Solomon?"
The words hung in the air like the final note of a fading hymn.
Kuroka's lips curled into a feline smirk. "Now that's what I call interesting, nya. He saved his own life—literally."
Sona Shitori frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
Kuroka leaned lazily against the backrest, tail flicking. "At the time, the Solomon of this timeline really did die. But he returned. Not through resurrection—but by being reborn in another form. He's genuine. And he's the same."
It felt almost like he'd hijacked the original Solomon's place… except he was Solomon.
The room fell silent.
And then another voice broke the tension—not Sona, not Akeno, not Rias, not even White Yin.
It was Ravel Phoenix.
Rias glanced over, surprised to see her. She had arrived at Kuoh Academy the day prior, chasing a lead regarding Kuroka.
"What's on your mind, Ravel?"
Ravel hesitated. "You told me everything, Rias. About Solomon, the temporal cannon, the infant in ancient Israel… But there's one thing you all seem to be ignoring."
Everyone turned toward her.
Ravel's voice was low, precise. "Before Solomon revealed himself, Haziel—Rahu's Second Moon King—reacted with uncharacteristic violence. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"
Sona nodded. "You're saying his outburst suggested recognition?"
Rias thought back. "And the priestess claimed humanity had won the final war. Which means Solomon lived. But Haziel insisted he died."
Kuroka purred thoughtfully. "So one of them is lying."
"I think it's the priestess," Ravel said firmly. "Haziel's rage felt real. She, on the other hand, had every reason to mislead us—especially if she came here to gather intelligence."
Still, that wasn't the full scope of Ravel's concern.
The next day brought new light.
Xenovia, the Church's sword-bearer, arrived with updated intel. The priestess had awoken again and provided new context.
In the alternate world, Solomon had indeed led humanity in a climactic war against the gods. He slew Beelzebub—one of the most powerful divine entities—and perished alongside Satan in a mutual annihilation.
Victory, yes.
But at a cost.
It was enough to confirm Solomon's legend.
And enough to make Ravel's lingering suspicion curdle into dread.
"Then... it's true?" she whispered, nearly to herself. "Could it really be…?"
Chapter 188 (continued): The Other Side's Son of God
The priestess named their world's greatest threat: EvisEtourute, a parallel realm ruled by divine monsters. That world had already marked Solomon as an anomaly. If Solomon existed here—strong, aware, and unwilling to bend—he'd become a target.
Their strategy?
Elimination.
Not just of Solomon, but of anyone here who mirrored heroes from the other side. Anyone fated to impact history.
And if assassinating such individuals proved too complex… they'd rewrite history itself.
Enter Lumaydora, one of Rezoroado's Four Generals.
He held the ability to launch cannonfire across spacetime—his payload wasn't just destructive, it was revisionist. A single blast aimed into the past could disfigure entire timelines. With it, EvisEtourute could unravel this world's stability by erasing pivotal figures before they even existed.
The process had begun.
Azazel's scouts had found dimensional residues—unfamiliar technologies hidden in spacefold seams. The priestess identified one such device immediately: a temporal translator used to decode the structure of this world's spacetime.
Meaning?
The enemy had acquired sufficient data.
The cannon could fire anytime.
Xenovia reported all this grimly. And Ravel's reaction was as severe as expected—this was her first time hearing such revelations. She hadn't attended the earlier Tri-Alliance summit and now stood frozen in horror.
"This Solomon," Ravel whispered, "Could he be that Solomon?"
Rias turned to her. "You've noticed something, haven't you?"
Ravel glanced at Xenovia, hesitant to speak openly in front of the Church knight. Xenovia read the hesitation and stiffened.
"If you have intel," she said coldly, "Now's not the time for secrets."
And with one lingering glare, Xenovia turned and left.
Only after confirming the room was sealed did Rias repeat her question. "Tell us, Ravel. What did you see?"
"I know it sounds insane. But what if our Solomon… is that Solomon. The same one from the other world."
White Yin blinked. "Huh? What does that even mean?"
"The Solomon of this world isn't just similar. He's identical. One soul—two worlds."
The silence that followed was profound.
Even Rias and Akeno—normally composed—seemed visibly affected. Their expressions didn't signal disbelief. They signaled something worse.
Uncertainty.
"Why would you think that?" Rias asked. She reinforced the room's barrier spell, silencing even ambient magic.
"Here's my deduction…" Ravel began quietly.
In the other world, Solomon supposedly died.
But what if—due to some metaphysical accident—his soul traversed dimensions?
And what if he revived here… by using this world's infant Solomon's corpse as a vessel?
That would explain everything.
His distrust of the Church.
His refusal to align with angels.
Even the priestess said it: the other world's God betrayed the pantheon—creating Satan, seeding corruption. Solomon ended that divine madness.
So of course, that Solomon wouldn't trust any god. Not here. Not now.
Ravel pointed at another clue.
"When Solomon killed Haziel, he didn't interrogate. Didn't delay. He struck fast. As if… he feared Haziel might reveal something."
"And the Moon King did say something odd," Rias murmured. "'You can't be Solomon. You died in the war against the gods!'"
It had been overlooked at the time.
Too much chaos.
Too much fear.
They hadn't listened.
But the Moon King hadn't merely been confused. He had recognized the palace. The spellwork. Even the aura surrounding the Time Temple.
Because it was all from the other world.
And it had his signature.
"I was too stunned then," Rias admitted. "That oppressive pressure—I thought it was Haziel's doing."
But now, they understood.
It had belonged to Solomon.
None of them had registered the Moon King's full message. They'd only caught fragments—Solomon… Magic King… War of Gods…
Too broken to interpret.
And the priestess, once she appeared, gave enough alternate context to redirect their theories.
"Now it makes sense," Sona whispered. "That's why he knew so much. That's why he wasn't surprised by parallel world data."
Rias nodded slowly.
She hadn't told Sona everything during the summit—especially the part about the other world's God being a traitor. She worried it might hurt her friend's beliefs.
But Sona already knew.
Which meant…
Either he'd heard the summit.
Or…
Ravel's theory held water.
He was the other Solomon.
Chapter 189: The Two New Pillars — The Cat Sisters Ascend
After forging a covenant with Solomon, they'd felt it—something delicate yet immense. As if the magic they wielded didn't quite belong here.
A hint of foreignness.
A pulse of divinity.
And then the revelation came.
They had inherited seats among the divine pantheon.
Rias, in particular, had become the Demon God of Baal.
Along with power came knowledge. Baal wasn't a devil. Not in the traditional sense. In Canaanite religion, Baal was a city-protector god of the Northwest Semitic tribes—patron of storms, fertility, resurrection, and the sun.
He ruled lightning and harvest. Life and death.
But such a god had never existed in this world.
No Canaanite rites. No temples. No records.
Which meant—
These gods weren't products of devil ascension.
They were real gods.
From the other world.
At first, Rias had assumed the demon pillars were refinements of the original seventy-two noble devils. A natural evolution.
Now?
She understood.
They weren't upgrades.
They were intrusions.
True gods—ancient gods—entering through Solomon's pact.
Each bearer received fragments of power not native to this reality.
And behind each power was a name.
A name from scripture, myth, or another reality altogether.
What came next?
Only Solomon knew.
And he was no longer simply a mage or king.
He was something older.
Something that transcended boundaries.
The gods of EvisEtourute feared him.
Which meant…
He hadn't just survived.
He had returned.
And this time?
He had allies.
Cat-eyed. crimson-haired.
Ready to rewrite fate alongside him.