Chapter 264 – Tomb (2)
I explained the flow of the fight with Enrir.
It was not my taste to brag about my martial arts to my wives, so the main point of the story was about what he was talking about excitedly.
“… It’s something that leaves you speechless. My dear Even when he managed to see such an enemy, he did not go crazy and fought well.”
After that damn long TMI, Veronica scratched her horn. This is the habit of our attendant when he is upset.
“Honestly, when I was fighting, I didn’t know about that, and I just thought I had to finish it quickly, but now that I think about it, it’s amazing.”
As I said that, I remembered Enrir’s transformation.
‘What did you say? Blah blah Thor?’
Didn’t he suddenly become a super saiyan by himself while saying that and shoot 1 million volts?
You’re not even an Earth Hero, but you dare to imitate transformation! If he had grown to a gigantic size like a monster, I would have admitted it. Even though it was a bit small, Tabula was in that category.
“What does 〈 Human Dei 〉 mean?”
It was Fran’s question. The answer was from Veronica.
“It is a kind of idiom. It refers to beings that are 〈 Hominum 〉 and 〈 Deus 〉. Human who became a god. God who became human. Two completely different meanings can be imagined, but they must be expressions written with the former meaning.”
Human who became a god. A human and a new being.
So human beings.
“Hey, Veronica. Isn’t that what 〈 human body 〉 means? Narmer – rulers of the Nile. It’s a Romanian translation of that word.”
Dana asked as she ran over my wounds with a touch of healing magic.
Veronica’s eyes widened and she smiled awkwardly.
“That… I know very little about Narmer-Nile. Most of the human knowledge I know is biased toward Romania and Germania.”
I bet it is. Veronica only traveled to the world of humans to lift the curse.
From that point of view, it would be fair to say that it was amazing that she knew this much, since she couldn’t even talk to other races.
“Ah! Me! I know! Are you talking about the pharaoh?”
Then, Lalilura raised her hand.
“Narmer-Nile is a theocracy, so I had to know about religious views before performing! Didn’t the captain tell me with great care?”
“That is you.”
“Senior, be quiet!”
Don’t massage the soles of your feet.
Lalilura torments my feet. Her fran twisted her head in a corner.
“Pharaoh… ? I’ve heard of it, what are they doing?”
“You have that? Narmer-Nile said that the ‘incarnation of a living god’ called the pharaoh governs the country on behalf of the king.”
“… King? You mean the incarnation of a god?”
“Yeah. Exactly what it is is not known because it is a state secret? It is clear that he has greater divine power than the Popes of the Romanian Church.”
Lalilura, who squeezes her head as if reading the description in a tourist guidebook.
“What, what did you say? Horu… Whistle? Horololo?”
“It must be Horus, this one.”
I did the sharpening Horus. It is a name that often appeared on the cards I used while playing Ttakjigame in the old days of Jammin.
Narmer-Nile… Egypt… Pharaoh… The fun of darkness… Ugh, the head.
“Aha♡! Yes! Maybe that’s it! That Horus? They say that your incarnation is called Pharaoh from generation to generation.”
“Huh. Is there a generational change? A living god has a lifespan?”
Veronica was not trustworthy. She is like a pious Christian nun who has heard the doctrines of a cult.
‘A king who claimed to be the Winged Dragon of Ra in an age when the gods were destroyed.’
Well, when I listened to it roughly, no matter how I looked at it, it felt like a pseudonym.
“Yeah, that’s it. The term translated from the Romanian treatise for the king of the pharaonic dynasty was 〈 human body 〉. It must have been the record I saw in the thesis.”
Dana muttered, sweating as she treated me.
Veronica wiped the sweat with her handkerchief.
“It means that the term was originally used. I can’t comment on the deity of the Pharaohs because I haven’t seen them myself, but it’s clear what they meant.”
“I want to rule as a king while being revered as a god♡, that’s it!”
“There circus girl. My true heart came out, my true heart.”
It didn’t seem wrong though. Fran frowned at her.
“You mean to become the successor of God? It’s something I’ve heard a lot about.”
“… Like the successor of Heavenly God?”
At that, the wives gathered by my bedside looked at me.
Fran muttered.
“Excluding Norhagu and that Enril, can we say that there are about 8 or 7 people left?”
“I don’t know. If you had known about the doom in advance, you would have had time to arrange a successor selection… It’s hard to believe that all the rescuers were like that.”
“Conversely, it is possible that other gods also left arrangements. The Gods of Germania weren’t the only ones who had Gusin.”
Wives who talk a lot.
The godhead, called the Nine Gods, is the representative of the Germanian gods.
Of course, being a representative is only possible when there are other members who want to act on their behalf.
‘If you look at it closely, the bicorns are also gods, so even if you count that alone, there must be dozens of them already.’
If you add all the small gods together, there will be dozens and hundreds of them.
After Odin and Thor, weren’t there other gods who expected their successor besides the famous Norse gods like Loki and Freya?
“Uh~. By the way, isn’t there something strange?”
Lalilura crossed her arms as if something was bothering her. Dana brushed her hair on the side of her as she moved her chair toward her legs after treating her upper body.
“Strange? What?”
“Is that it? It’s my feeling, but… That man named Enrir is the successor of Lord Thor! Didn’t you feel like you were stuck?”
“… Do you feel stuck?”
“Yeah. Well, it might be similar in appearance, weapons, and magic. So it’s just ‘imitation’, right?
Mjolnir is as precious to Thor as Mjolnir to me, isn’t Ringling as precious as issue 3.5 or Crown Crown’s book? Would you give something like that to someone with such a bad personality?”
“… Uh?”
… Did you hear it?
Our eyes widened at the feeling of being stabbed to the core from an unexpected perspective.
Compared to Deutsch, who sang the Song of the Dragon, saying that he was an heir only in words, did Enrir, Thor’s successor (self-proclaimed), receive a fake Mjolnir?
The thought of re-enchanting my spear now gives me headaches.
Fucking bitch Odin will give me a spear.
“If it were me, when choosing my successor, I would look at personality and attitude as important as abilities.”
Lalilura made an X with her index fingers on both hands.
“If it’s a senior, I can happily teach you the technique and give you a first-class Ralilura. But don’t you hate to treat Enrir well before he deserves anything? Even if that person has the greatest talent in the world.”
“——That’s right. You are absolutely right, Lalilura.”
Veronica frowned as she touched her chin.
“Dwarves are the race that made Mjolnir for the Thunder God. Enrir was the one who sprinkled poisonous substances on the descendants of that race. Considering the nature of the Thunder God that has been handed down orally, there is no way he would have made such a bastard his successor just because he was qualified.”
“That means…”
Fran muttered inadvertently, sparing her words. But we understood what followed.
──Doesn’t that mean that Enrir got his power in a different way from Odin and me?
‘Even Odin, the god of magic, only left behind an alter ego that had little effect on the present world.’
I wonder if I borrowed the image of my mother and appeared in my dream.
The Thor I know doesn’t have the image of being a master of magic.
It was the same even with a clumsy image at the level of watermelon. Isn’t Thor the god of warriors?
As much as Thor was such a forager, it was unlikely that he would have been able to leave a proper successor selection system in modern times even with the help of Loki or Odin.
And then.
“—Is it fate?”
In a small whisper, Veronica snapped her fingers as if surprised by her own words.
“That’s it! Fate! It is destiny, my dear! Didn’t the prophet also say it! Destiny exhibits the nature of self-contradiction!”
Excited, Veronica didn’t even listen to my answer and poured out her words like a rapid-fire cannon.
“Didn’t that elf named Yerna leave behind the word ‘Goddess’ before she died? That’s a clue! It is certain that those who are qualified to ascend to the throne of an extinct god will be able to download at least a portion of the god’s power!!”
“Teeeng… ?”
What are you talking about, Tetch?
You should be able to understand what he’s talking about because he’s just stepping on the sudden acceleration. It’s going too fast, sir.
“Ugh… That’s what you mean? Humans often use the metaphor of ‘fighting for the throne’, don’t they?”
Veronica folded her neck like a beaten cat, then calmly explained.
“But usually the throne has no power. If you catch a passing beggar and put him on a splendid chair, isn’t the kingship transferred?”
“Right.”
“The new throne is in the same context as him. It means that when a person with the qualifications ascends to the throne of God, he or she can truly become the successor of a god! And that ‘qualification’ alone gives you some authority!”
“… Just like how a prince or princess gains power as a royal family thanks to the succession right?”
“Yes! What a wonderful metaphor, Fran!”
At Fran’s example, Veronica jumped like a rabbit.
Oh yeah. Our Veronica originally had a personality that would break down when she got excited. I forgot.
Rather, it is ‘qualified’.
‘Is God’s successor like a unique job in game fantasy novels?’
Well, you can think of it roughly the same.
It means that the power is unlocked by fulfilling the quest condition, so it should be roughly similar even if it feels a bit too intuitive.
When I thought that, I sighed.
‘Fuck the kid. It also needed to have a status window.’
If I had a status window, something like Title: Odin’s successor (1st job advancement) would be written there.
‘It’s only a day or two to film a pseudo-mystery that will be plagued in another world all of a sudden. It’s a headache and I’m going to die.’
What if I sighed? Who would suffer if everything in the world went smoothly like that?
“This kind of fate will usually have a successor determined like a prophecy or revelation, but if you recall the words of the prophet, the story will change!”
As I was grieving, Veronica said.
“The human race is said to be the favorite child of chaos who defies fate! Surely Enrir and the others are taking advantage of that to take the place of the old god’s successor!”
“Was Enrir a candidate for Thor’s successor among them?”
“I bet! Even if it was clumsy, the fact that I handled some of Mjolnir’s power is proof!”
Veronica is indignant at the motherfuckers she doesn’t even know.
Doing the treatment, Dana leaned against her back as if to briefly catch her breath.
“So what? Is it a kick of a seven prince?
“… Uhm. With the nuance of lack of qualifications, it will be like that.”
Veronica, who calmed her excitement, answered her calm question.
“However, if you look at him in terms of strength, he was real. I don’t think a writer with that skill is very common.”
“Nearly? Oh, indeed. That bastard said he was in the 7th place? There must be 5 or 6 stronger ones above him.”
Dana said reassuringly. She listened, and I was also relieved.
It must be said that there is no need for mass-produced fake Thors to gather around and do house party protocols.
In that case anyway, it’s a national rule to become a mob like a lie.
“Veronica, you look happy for some reason.”
As Fran laughed, Veronica stomped her foot as if asking why not.
“You have no choice but to do that! It’s a story that reveals some of the dangers of the enemy, and also has an advantage for us!”
“Our advantage,” I guess. It was because it was as if a policy had been created, even without looking through the memories of the Deutsches Superman.
Moreover, this hypothesis will later serve as a compass when examining Odin’s memories.
‘If you don’t know anything, it’s only right to rely on hypotheses.’
It worked well for me too. I don’t even know how long Odin has lived, but it was very difficult to blindly search through his memories.
– Pair!
While I was thinking that, Dana suddenly threw a smash with the palm of my hand.
Tears pricked my eyes at the heartfelt smash of Sargadis Spicy Fist.
“Mmm? Why is she beating her husband to no avail? Implying that you are the patriarchal wife of the world of gender reversal?”
“What the fuck. That treatment is over. Wake up before I charge for treatment.”
Oh, Glkun. I woke up and checked my body and admired it.
My chest and back, which had been densely lined with veins like leaves on a grill, became almost smooth. If this is enough, drink some scar treatment potion and it will be all right.
It’s our eyes too. I said thanks.
“Oh, fuck. Joe was perfectly fine. Madame. Is this a cash receipt?”
“If you want to pay for treatment, you have to pay it off from three years ago, so it’s not possible. My fucking husband is about to file for bankruptcy and return to slavery.”
“Uh huh. Where are you going to eat alone? Let’s go to the common property between the couple.”
“This bastard from Sangtora is now aiming for a creative economy that goes beyond the creative economy. When the dripping water effect explodes in a family, how is that different from a flood, damn it?”
“Rather than a flood, how about calling it a water park of love? I pay the medical bills with my body. Just fucking.”
Dana giggled as I ironically tried to hug her and pushed my face with the soles of her feet.
“Kuk-kuk. Oh, get out of here, you sick bastard. It looks like your older sister is going to search around.”
“Yeah, our honey has suffered a lot. Thanks.”
As I woke up and was stretching, Ralilura said.
“By the way, Dana’s sister’s wounds can’t be healed all at once, so I don’t think she died because of our senior.”
“Originally, Zealots don’t die with a single hit from Yamato.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s probably just nonsense like usual, so I won’t say much! Because patients need consideration☆! Huheung~♡ There is no other warm-hearted and cute junior, right?”
“It’s not a little warm, it looks like it’s burned.”
Anyways. It seemed like it would be better to refrain from rough training for a few days, but the degree of movement would be fine. I said while hanging the clothes over the top box.
“Now, learn the clone magic and tell the lord, and when my armor is done, let’s go back together with Ursilla. Because my work in Germania is over.”
“Yaho♡! We are finally going home!”
“Isn’t your house Romania?”
I laughed at her favorite lari lura while shaking her head.
The journey has become more complicated than expected, but now you can go back and look into the memories of Odin and Yerna with Shade.
‘That will be a clue to 〈 Compilation Battalion 〉.’
Neither the Chamber Chairman nor Enrir thoroughly left their souls behind.
No wonder. I am not the only psychic or necromancer.
In particular, it was inevitable that the 〈 Immortalis 〉, a group of black magicians, and the 〈 Compilation Battalion 〉, who would be hostile to them, would be thorough in handling souls.
Anyway, after that, I’ll spend it in Sargadis until spring and go to the auction in Romania.
‘If possible, discuss with Fran in the meantime——’
That was exactly what I was thinking. Fran said as if he had read my thoughts.
“—Nor. Would it be okay for a little bit?”
“Oh, huh? Why?”
As I was planning my return, I asked without much thought, and Fran seemed to be a little worried.
“Franc. Don’t think hard and tell me. All urgent fires are turned off.”
Did I gain courage from what I said? Fran came up to me, buttoned up her jacket, and said shyly.
“… My parents’ grave, can you stop by for a moment?”
