novelraw Chapter 134.5 : The Goddess Next Door
Chapter 134.5 : The Goddess Next Door
(Selene’s POV)
When I was young, I used to dream of peace.
Of waking up in a quiet house, hearing my children laugh, watching the sun rise over calm lands.
I never imagined peace would look like this — my backyard turning into a city of elves.
From the balcony of our estate, the view no longer ended at the hill.
Lanterns dotted the valley like stars, soft lights swaying from new homes woven into trees that hadn’t existed a week ago.
Magic shimmered over the grass, forming paths where roots had broken through soil.
The air itself felt different.
Gentler.
Alive.
The elves sang every evening — beautiful, haunting songs that made even the wind sound reverent.
And though I told myself it was fine, that it was all part of the new world my son helped build…
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was watching our home vanish into something larger than us.
Lyra had been right to be annoyed.
The elves weren’t just visiting — they were planting themselves
.Every day more arrived.
Families, priests, even artisans who spoke in mana instead of words.
They didn’t ask permission; they simply flowed into the land, as though the very earth welcomed them.
And maybe it did.
Since Maori awakened, the land had followed her will — and now, the elves followed her song.
But for me, it was still strange.
Every time I looked out from this balcony, I saw less of the old Borderlands and more of something new.
Roots had become roads.
Homes sprouted like flowers.
And through it all, I kept asking myself the same quiet question:
“How did my family’s farm become a nation?”
The night air carried their singing again.
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Voices rose and fell in a harmony that made the stars flicker brighter.
It was beautiful — too beautiful.
So beautiful it almost hurt.
Down below, near the grove, I saw Rooga walking with her
again.Lunaria.
The Seer of the Veil.
The child who smiled like she’d been waiting her whole life to find someone, and the moment she did, my son became her entire world.
I should’ve been wary.
I should’ve felt the same spark of jealousy I once did when another woman got too close to him — that instinct to protect him from everything, even love.
But tonight… I didn’t.
Maybe it was because of the way he looked at her — calm, not enchanted.
Or maybe because when she looked at him, she didn’t see a savior or a legend.
She just saw Rooga.
The same boy who carved wooden toys for village children, who smiled even when the world called him lazy.
The one who gave his heart to everything without realizing how much it changed people.
I rested my hand on the balcony rail and smiled faintly.
He was no longer my little boy hiding behind my robes.
He was becoming the person he was always meant to be.
And somehow, that realization made my chest ache worse than any wound I’d ever suffered in battle.
A sudden flash of green light caught my attention.
I leaned forward, watching as a great oak rose from the far edge of the valley.
Its branches twisted upward, glowing faintly with runes.
Homes began to weave themselves along its trunk, like a city growing in real time.
The elves cheered softly below.
Lyra had called it a merger.
Theoran had called it prophecy.
But standing here now, all I could think was —
“My backyard just became a kingdom.”
A small laugh escaped me, tired and disbelieving.
What would the nobles of Asterion say if they saw this?
That Selene Valemont, the once-feared Grand Mage, now hosted an entire elven nation behind her garden?
I sighed. “At least they’re tidy.”
The wind shifted, carrying the faint scent of blooming mana.
Somewhere deep in the grove, I felt Maori’s presence stir — content, amused, alive.
And though part of me still feared what all this meant, another part whispered that maybe this was always supposed to happen.
That all the pain, the loss, the miracles — they’d led to this moment.
Where the world wasn’t fighting to survive anymore, but learning how to live together.
I looked again at Rooga and Luna, their silhouettes framed by the glowing forest.
They stood close, not touching, just… connected.
Two lights that made even the divine seem human again.
A smile tugged at my lips.
“Maybe peace doesn’t mean quiet,” I murmured.
“Maybe it just means… not being alone anymore.”