188. The stars in the night sky
At last, we are ready to hear the story. However, Cream brought out the words of beating candles from the beginning.
“Right now, all, say, can’t.”
[Yes, yes. After all, I have to go to his Four Seasons Tower, right?]
“Yes.”
I’m dying of frustration, really. Still, seeing that Cream has prepared a place like this, it seems that he intends to shed some light on his curiosity.
But wait a minute. I looked at the chocolate and muffins sandwiched together in the subspace with a puzzled face.
[This story shouldn’t go into the ears of God?]
Actually, it’s funny that a god listens to each mortal’s conversation, but Cream is a warrior, and he’s caused a lot of trouble so far, so I can understand that.
The holy sword must have been sent inevitably for that reason. Even if God’s eyes are covered, if anyone else hears the story, it will be a problem.
And, in that respect, aren’t chocolate and muffins also sold out? Rather than a sacred sword that deals only with the divine power of the source and has no connection with the gods, they have a closer relationship with a specific god.
“What, are you doubting me?”
[Yes.]
“Ha, there is no way I would betray my master!”
[Because it’s not simply that kind of problem.]
Of course, the power bestowed by the gods is not free. Even a priest of the Dark Church dyes his stigma dark in order to sever his link with God, but what about a saint?
Choco’s own will doesn’t matter. There is no way that a mere mortal can stop her divine will. She would be able to eavesdrop on this conversation through him whenever the star god wanted.
I don’t know much about holy relics because I’ve never been one, but I wonder if they feel similar? Anyway, it’s too dangerous to talk about the two of them.
“It’s okay.”
[What?]
But Cream said so. No matter how many strange talents Cream has, it would be impossible to block God’s gaze itself?
“There is no time.”
But I kept my mouth shut at what Cream said while pointing to the subspace. That’s right. It was definitely a temporary space, so we didn’t have much conversation.
Without noticing, the space is crumbling little by little. Looking at the speed at which the space disappears through the snow, the allowed time was about ten minutes.
Whew, yes. Since when did I care about such trivial things? If the cream is okay, then it’s okay.
[Then tell me now.]
Since I only covered my eyes for a moment, all I can hear is a small amount of talk. Besides, the really important story seems to be told after reaching the Tower of the Four Seasons.
I brought up a topic that had been implicit until now.
[Your······. No, what are we trying to do?]
I recall the cream I saw in my memory of coffee. She did not reveal her identity immediately after becoming her hero. She just quietly retired in her own room.
However, only her body stayed still, and from then on, Cream steadily showed herself to find something about her through her superior’s information power. And when she started looking for the owner of the Transference Holy Sword instead.
Cream started moving only then. She set herself up as her champion and instead entered the deepest depths of the battle, where she finally found what she was looking for.
So, I mean.
‘Once upon a time, story, in, I saw it.’
Everything Cream did was like that. She seemed to just go her own way as she pleased, but she was always walking her own ‘way’.
······No. Come to think of it, do you think I just bought it roughly? Even so, it was clear that she had a purpose. And that the world helped Cream in that way.
The remnants of the Dark Church that we met too much to call it a coincidence. Holy relics of evil spirits gathered naturally without having to look for them. And the conclusions drawn from it all.
“Yes.”
As if my guess was correct, Cream smiled brightly.
Her It is said that her emotional expression has become a lot richer lately, but even so, it doesn’t match her usual, and I wince. The voice that came out was as expressionless as usual, making it even more disjointed.
“I, this, my God, will, again, bring back the night.”
[·······Night?]
I didn’t have a hard time figuring out what it meant.
[No, wait. Isn’t that the same purpose as the Dark Church?]
Didn’t the Dark Church also make the resurrection of evil spirits their mission? But up until now, instead of helping them, we’d often disrupted their plans by beating them all up.
“It’s different.”
[Huh?]
“That, the way, no. Wrong. That, calling, thing…”
Cream smiled and frowned slightly.
“Twilight…”
[No, I’m sorry, but I can’t understand a thing.]
“My head hurts.”
No, wait a minute. You don’t have to explain properly. As I was about to say something, another voice cut in between us.
[Don’t push the child too hard. Think of her usual appearance. What kind of plan do you think Cream can come up with and execute?]
Isn’t this cursing cream? But sadly I found myself unable to deny her words.
Obviously, Cream had a clear goal. However, just because the goal is clear doesn’t mean that the process is the same.
She was innocent as a child, impulsive, sometimes violent, but sometimes kind. But she wasn’t smart.
[What do you mean?]
[I’ll explain the rest. Are you okay?]
“Yes.”
Cream nodded her head, still frowning. Nailed to space, Muffin tired as usual
[Isn’t that strange?]
[What.]
[I was sure you would ask. Can you really become a god by collecting holy relics?]
I was stunned when the core was stabbed at the moment. Yeah, that was one of the things I would ask. There were certainly significant changes by swallowing the holy relic, but that was limited to the realm of the mortal.
[Why, as if the fate of the world is turning in your favor, you pick up the dark church’s sacred dance everywhere you go, and how can you, who was just an ordinary human, become the god of this world-]
As if reading my thoughts, Muffin lined up what I was worried about. Okay. To be honest, it’s strange that I, an ordinary earthling, suddenly become a god in another world.
Not even becoming a god in the future, but “Being” A god in the past. But I’m not stupid. Muffin guessed what I was trying to say, so I’ll try to guess what Muffin is trying to say too.
It’s a simple matter if you think about it with the common sense of another world. Who controls the destiny of this world, and who spins the wheel of reincarnation in this world?
[Is that what you want to say?]
Cream’s purpose is to bring night back into the world. If you say it plainly without lyrical expressions, you are reviving evil spirits.
And it’s kind of funny for me to say this, but the evil god in mythology was literally the source of all evil. The source of all disasters and the root cause of the destruction of this world.
Nevertheless, Cream was chosen as a warrior.
[It is God who helps us.]
Yes, no matter how much I think about it, I can only come to this conclusion. Why does the hero dream of the resurrection of the evil spirit? The premise is wrong. You should think the opposite.
How could a person who dreams of the resurrection of an evil spirit become a warrior? It is the authority of the three gods to select a hero, and couldn’t they, the ascended ones, have looked into the inside of a mere mortal?
Not all three gods participated. If so, it wouldn’t be done in such a secretive way, avoiding the eyes of the gods. Most likely, one of them blinded the other gods.
And if you’ve come this far, inferring who the god is becomes really simple.
[The sun breathes new life into the world, and the moon reaps the souls of the dead.]
Unlike the two, a god whose proper role is unknown. Said Muffin to my dock.
[The stars cast a curtain over the distant universe, hiding this small world from cosmic horror.]
If you can blind the planet predator, then blinding the planet god will be just as easy.
Above all, the star saint and the star relic are with us now. Nevertheless, Cream said, “It’s okay.” That was the biggest proof.
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[Your prediction is correct. Karbal. No, ■■ ■■■ ■.]
[······Ha, did this mean that you were together on the hero’s journey?]
The holy sword is curious about Muffin’s identity, but in the end, she won’t know until the end. The battle saintess is also a saint. Her every move would also be seen by her god.
And if you know all the actions, memories, and experiences of the target, it’s not easy to disguise it. That’s how Muffin borrowed the Shinto name and stayed by our side.
[······That’s funny. When you cut me to pieces, what’s the point of coming to help now?]
[No, no.]
[What?]
[You are not ‘Night’ yet. It’s just garbage.]
[What did you just say?]
My head throbs with the flood of information that rushes in like waves. Yes, even though I had a clear awareness that I was a god, my soul was still only a mortal. That’s just an incomplete defragmentation.
[Don’t be angry. Because this is also an answer to your other question.]
[Question? Ah, can I become a god again?]
[Yes. In conclusion, it can be.]
The ‘star’ that landed on the ground spoke.
[The size of the power is not important. Since you are the owner of the table called this world, everything in this world is no different from being inside your stomach.]
[·······.]
[The important thing is to get you back.]
Get me back.
Recovers the soul by swallowing the holy relics of evil spirits, and restores the body by swallowing the flesh of the gods. Yes, before I was even aware of it, I was getting closer to myself little by little.
[The moment you regain your throne, your powers will naturally return.]
It is an encouragement that we are doing well now, and it was also a milestone for the future. Yeah, nothing changes
As I thought at first, I search for Solium and the last holy object, the Secret Bell. Then I can naturally become a god. It’s a really perfect story.
[Let’s say yes. Then, one question remains.]
[Huh?]
[Why are you helping us?]
If the storyteller wasn’t one of the three gods who ripped out my soul himself.