331 – Traces of the Gods – 3
Sometimes instinctive action takes precedence over rational judgment. And the instinct that precedes reason is usually the survival instinct.
That’s why I didn’t roll my head and acted on my instincts.
“Sorry.”
The smiling woman jumped before she could continue.
Right now, rather than grasping the situation, it is more important to bow down. If you hesitate for nothing, a big twist can evolve into a seriously twisted thing. Even though I couldn’t even say hello to who the woman was, it was obvious even if I didn’t listen. The situation has come to this point, but if you don’t know, that’s an idiot.
Of course, an apology that is only verbal is not sincere, so I quickly nailed it. In the native language, it is gypsum daesin, and in the language across the water, it is doggeja. You have to show sincerity to see the sincerity.
“Aha! That’s cool!”
I can’t see his face because I lower my head, but I can hear him giggling, so he seems to be satisfied. I don’t know if that satisfaction is the satisfaction of an apology or the satisfaction of watching a show that puts heads on each other.
“Still, keep your head up. We had a hard time meeting each other, but we should talk face-to-face.”
“Sorry—”
“It’s okay, listen.”
I quickly raised my head at the words close to the command. Fortunately, looking at the reactions so far, ‘You unbeliever bastard!’ It doesn’t sound like he’s trying to kill me. At least, he seems generous enough to give him time to brush his teeth.
And as soon as she looked up, she saw a woman who had just put a leather bag to her mouth.
‘Isn’t it?’
I get anxious for no reason. Looking at the exciting throat, it seems like he is drinking alcohol, but seeing that look reminded me of a historical drama I watched before being possessed. Didn’t she ask you to raise your head to talk, did you mean to cut her throat?
I’m afraid. I’m afraid that the alcohol in my mouth will fly into my face. I hate dying, but I hate dying while misting alcohol.
“Keuuu! Do you want a drink too?”
“No, it’s fine.
“Really? Actually, it might not suit the mouths of southerners.”
Whether she knows such a horror or not, a woman who once offered a drink emptied her bag as soon as she was refused. It was a fairly large bag, but it was emptied at once, so it’s a horsemanship.
Anyway, the woman who showed off her drinking from the first meeting with her looked at me hardened and she let out a big smile.
“You seem to know it already, but it’s the first time I’m seeing it, so I’ll say hello. You guys call it the eternal blue sky. It’s a sky god in its own right.”
She bit her lip subtly when it was revealed that she had guessed, that she hoped not at the same time. She was a being she met while arguing with fairies, so she might be a god called Constantina——and she also escaped from reality, but it wasn’t either.
“It’s an honor to meet God.”
“What is glory? It’s a deity that has already fallen.”
It was a response mixed with laughter rather than an angry voice, but it was rather like dying. It’s because I have a significant share in the ruins.
I’m going crazy. If I get angry, it’s an assumed disaster, so I’d humbly handle it, but this is an unexpected atmosphere, so I don’t know how to react. No, I never thought that I would meet God in the first place.
“Kheu, are you sorry?”
The eternal blue sky laughed again as I could not spit out an appropriate answer and just looked at it.
“Thank you, but you overestimated yourself! It was only a matter of time before the gods of nomads fell from the moment settlers were created. It’s just that the timing was delayed a bit, it’s not your fault!”
So the eternal blue sky pats my back, telling me to straighten my shoulders. It was like a big-hearted mother patting her downtrodden son.
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That’s why I’m going crazy. Why this reaction?
‘Wasn’t his eyes gone?’
Obviously Bedler said that God was enraged and was involved in my wounds. Having gone through all the killings of apostles, desecration of temples, and insults to sacred objects, it is only natural for a god to be angry, and I have never doubted that the eternal blue sky is in a state of rage.
I just admired myself in many ways for achieving the unbeliever Grand Slam in a world where God actually exists.
‘Was it a misunderstanding?’
For a moment, I even had that thought. In fact, wouldn’t the eternal blue sky have no feelings for me?
Yes, how can humans understand the mind of a god? It was just a coincidence that the energy of God was thick in my wounds, and it could be Kagan’s own evil act. The sudden appearance in front of me could also have been because he felt sorry for me who was shoveling and praying alone.
Let’s reflect. I don’t even know Mother Heaven’s generous heart–
“Well, I was a bit pissed because it was drawn so flashily than I expected.”
No.
‘It’s f*cked up.’
From the mouth of the person concerned, ‘I was angry.’ It’s sincere enough to say that. How sincere is it that such words come out of God’s mouth?
“I killed the apostle I cherished, put the sacred objects I bestowed on me with utmost care in a corner, and even destroyed my temple. I wondered if there were all of these guys. Even during the religious wars, people like you were rare. .”
“Sorry…”
The scolding that I didn’t do something like you even in the days when religions fought sincerely. I felt like I had committed a war crime all of a sudden, so I couldn’t bear to raise my head.
“It’s okay. If you punished it, that’s it. In fact, if a god whose faith has been damaged doesn’t give any punishment, it’s easy to see, so there were some show-offs…”
The eternal blue sky, which had said that far, shut its mouth tightly and scratched its cheek as if it were embarrassing.
I feel anxious. What the hell are you trying to say by reacting like that?
“You wonder why I’m in your body?”
“Oh, yes.”
I instinctively nodded at those words. Of course I’m curious.
A saint called the son of God, no matter how faithful a priest, receives the power of a god, and does not share a body with a god. If God itself is a body that dwells in it, isn’t that person itself God?
But I have nothing to do with faith, and it is too much to say that it is simply to punish. Isn’t it too serious an obsession if it’s attached to that person’s body to punish?
“I’m trapped.”
“…Yes?”
“I’m trapped.”
The everlasting blue sky slightly lowering my gaze, I hardened as it is.
A chilling silence fell.
I could hear the full details from the blushing eternal blue sky.
When I was cut by Kagan, it is said that all the divine power contained in the divine object was transferred to my wound. In normal attacks, he tends to ask for remnants, but the problem is that Kagan’s attack at the time was the last attack with full power. Thanks to that, the divine power contained in the divine object also moved with full force to kill me.
Of course, it was Kagan who died, and the sacred power that should be in the sacred object disappears on its own when it leaves the sacred object—
“At that time, I fixed the divine power. Since the apostle inflicted the wound, there was no need to inflict any other damage, and I thought that the punishment would be enough even if the wound lasted a long time.”
Due to the divine intervention, the divine power that would disappear if left unattended suddenly turned into immortal energy. As much as the god directly touched it, the mortal could not get rid of the energy, and since the god’s energy could not be removed, the wound would not heal. That bizarre situation lasted for three years.
“I was thinking of reaping after about a year…”
The eternal blue sky, which kindly explained it, closed again, but it didn’t take long before it spoke again.
“In the meantime, my place to stay has disappeared.”
“Yes?”
It’s strange. I’m trying to explain, but I don’t understand. Does God have a concept of a place to stay? Doesn’t it feel a bit heavenly or something?
“Does God have a house too?”
I couldn’t understand it at all, so when I asked back, the eternal blue sky let out a small sigh.
“Yes. A place containing divine power, that’s a temple and house of a god.”
There was no reaction to that.
If a temple is a house of a god, then it is understandable to say that a place to stay is gone.
“But since you destroyed everything, only your body remains with the holy power.”
I felt like I was going to laugh at the eternal blue sky glaring at me as if I was a little resentful. The Temple of the Eternal Blue Sky was also swept away while destroying the center of the nomads in the north, and it seems that the nomads in the north have not yet been able to rebuild the temple.
Thanks to this, there is no place in the world that contains the divine power of the eternal blue sky. Only I, who possessed the divine power of the divine being, became the one who possessed and contained the power of the eternal blue sky.
‘What.’
What a dog situation this is. I am also embarrassed, and the eternal blue sky is also embarrassing.
“Then why did you stay still until now and suddenly come out—”
“If the fairies take away my strength now, I will die…”
I shut my mouth again at that earnest statement. It was the last struggle of a person at the crossroads of life and death when the eternal blue sky lived holding its breath and then jumped out.
It’s a pity. It seems that the death of a god is different from the death of a human being, but it must not be a very good thing given that he is reluctant to do so.
‘I should have done it in moderation.’
After hearing the circumstances, I regret it. If I had left at least one temple, there would be no reason for the eternal blue sky to be trapped in my body, and the energy of the wound would have been taken by itself a year later.
Of course, you can think of it as self-defense from the point of view of being plagued by nomads.
“If the war hadn’t broken out, this wouldn’t have happened…”
“Isn’t that what you instructed? The apostle took the lead, so I thought it was natural.”
“That’s because he’s faithful! I don’t issue war orders! It’s hard when the few believers die fighting!”
“If you win, won’t the number of followers increase?”
“I will believe in the god I was forced to serve!”
It’s a bit hard to resent God after hearing these words. From God’s point of view, it means that he suffered splash damage from the followers’ shoveling.
Besides, since there are more cases of nomads fanning nomads than nomadic fans history, we are at a disadvantage when it comes to self-defense.
“Hey, so, I called because I really wanted to ask you something.”
Anyway, the eternal blue sky cleared its throat and opened its mouth cautiously, as if it was ashamed to vomit sad emotions.
But I think I found the wrong place to ask. Wouldn’t it be a saint Tanian, would it make any difference if I asked the swordsman about divine matters?
“I’m not even a priest. Can you help me?”
“It’s okay. Just tell the fairies what I’m saying.”
Fortunately, that much can be done.
When I closed my eyes and opened them, I saw the elder’s house, not a pure white space.
“Sky lady, you were here.”
“It’s real, it’s real.”
“Energy, it’s heavy. Energy, I can’t take it…”
Even listening to the conversations of the fairies, it didn’t seem like time had passed while I was in the pure white space.
I felt sad about not having a home or being locked up because of me, but God is God. It just transcends time and space.
“Guys.”
Anyway, since you’re back, let’s do what we’ve been asked to do. If I ignore the request for no reason and the eternal blue sky with no place to retreat asks me to die together, only my body will be in trouble.
“Let’s go out for a minute.”
“Get out? Get out?”
“Outside? Why?”
“There’s nothing out there. Lady Elf, live a boring life.”
I could see that the elder who had been shot suddenly flinched, but he tried to pat the fairies. This is a request, but it’s a request that wouldn’t be bad for fairies either.
“You may see your mother again.”
As soon as she said that, she knew that even kids the size of a thumb are strong if they stick together in groups of over ten.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!”
“Mom, Mom, Mom!”
“Really? Real mother? Isn’t that a lie? Isn’t it?”
“Lies, bad! If it’s a lie, I’ll cry!”
I didn’t want to know that while holding her hair.
Guys, holding on to the hem of your clothes is enough, but isn’t it too much to drag by holding on to your hair…