Chapter 487 – Alban Eiler (4)
“Catch up. Eat enough to get older, and that’s a bit.”
I smiled bitterly. Men say they are children even when they are grown up, and it might be fun to play with them, but that only applies to playing with people of the same age. A married man in his 30s gets used to playing with little kids.
And that would be true of this 30,000-year-old god (who has long since died).
“If the kids later know the whole story and get traumatized, why are they stuck there?”
“Playing with spirits has been a child’s privilege since ancient times. It’s been like this since before the village where those kids were born was even created.”
Then, he keeps appearing in front of me who is not a child.
Are you pretending to be a child and playing with children without the adults knowing? When you were young, you didn’t even kidnap and do something like changeling, right? It doesn’t look that evil bitch, but…
At that time, the remains of the god of Erinn, with the face of a girl, spoke.
“Are you increasing females again? Beast of Prophecy.”
“No, because there is something wrong with my marriage, you hit me in the stomach out of nowhere.”
“Just curious? It’s amazing You who crossed the sea of stars and started a family in this world.”
“A sea of stars?”
Come to think of it, did this guy call me the ‘Beast of the Holy Sea’ from the first meeting with her?
Sea of stars.
In other words, the star sea.
‘… Are you saying you know everything?’
I thought of the cosmic sky Odin looked up with the water giant.
The earth is this 【middle branch】… It is a backup copy of the other world, which is also called Manaheim, the home of humans.
But now, it was said that it was another world that had evolved into a world of its own, out of the category of a mere save file.
Then, like the outer space between planets, the sea of stars must exist between the two worlds.
──And, perhaps, the gods who make that darkness their home.
“Hey, wait. Nor. Then that… Is this kid ‘that’?”
Dana noticed the identity of the kid who was playing tag and her expression became strange. It must be because she is a very ordinary-looking neighborhood girl to be surprised or wary of the sudden appearance of a gun. I know very well.
‘No, isn’t it an unexpected appearance?’
The ceremony was held at the beginning of the year, on the day of wishing for God’s blessing. Since the invitations were sent out without our knowledge, it would be natural for them to appear.
It is as natural a result as the last time he came to warn of disaster.
“That’s right. I am a god of the past whose name has been forgotten by myself and by your ancestors who served me.”
The remains of the nameless god looked at my glass and said.
“It’s like a ghost that lost its body on the day the twilight of the gods arrived, and now its name is completely forgotten in the world.”
“Ghost… ? It’s too lively for something like that.”
I held out her glass, listening to Dana’s murmur. But the god of the past, who looked like a girl, passed through my glass as if it were really a ghost. Hmmm, that’s creepy.
She laughed joyfully as she looked in her eyes saying it was a pity that she couldn’t drink.
“There is bound to be a sense of vitality. Most gods were born before the world tree was even created, when the giants and cows of the Holy Sea died and painted the world with color. So even if you die, it won’t disappear easily.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Incredible lehu.”
Listening monkey Fading time concept.
It’s also on a different level from the longevity races of mankind.
“It was a very, very long time ago.”
The girl eagerly spread her dainty arms.
“It’s like an apple falling from a tree or the sun setting. Since we were born, we have been attributed to the foundation of the world. So, just as soil remains when a mountain collapses, maybe I can still exist like this.”
“Awesome. The scale is different.”
“Is that so? Having your roots at the foundation of the world means you can’t resist the larger flow that’s happening in that world.”
The girl looked at me.
“That’s why we can’t go against the great current of destiny. Even after death, only corpses remain and voyeurize the world in a dirty way. How many gods are still alive today? There are probably a lot of guys who didn’t even leave a throne.”
“… So if we give you a new name and faith, will you regain your original powers?”
“No. Even if I change my name, there won’t be any proof that I’m me, right? That’s not salvation. I’d rather kill for confirmation.”
Said the girl firmly.
“More than being forgotten, death is a distortion of existence. Just as after the death of that hammer-wielding Thunder God, the starlight in his throne turned completely different and then went out again.”
“… Maybe that’s what I did?”
“Really? Good job. I was sad every time I looked at the sky.”
I was praised. Wow- I feel bad.
Jokes aside, that’s probably about the bastard Enrir I killed at Twostars.
The amateur
‘It seems like I can get a feel for it.’
No matter what kind of rhetoric you put on the dead, in the end they are just dead.
It is the same with God. Because he was such a powerful being, he could leave behind his ego after death, but that’s all.
Even though the body and soul are gone, it feels so damn transcendent from the fact that only the ego remains. I wet my mouth with alcohol and said.
“So what? It’s impossible to bring back a dead god, and if you give up your throne, all you have to do is leave your name behind?”
“I got it right. And I forgot even that name.”
What would happen if a god with only a soul left after dying, even his existence was forgotten?
It was a question that could be answered without much thought.
‘Life and traces of existence will disappear.’
In other words, the death of the gods boils down to one of two things.
1. The body and soul must completely disappear during life.
2. To be deprived of the throne that proved one’s existence.
It goes like this.
“Hmm. What would happen if the body and soul were intact and only the throne was taken away?”
“Well? I don’t know. Will it turn into a human or a creature equivalent to it? From my point of view, that is very enviable.”
“Glucman.”
I understood.
If there are exceptions to that rule, the very few gods who survived to modern times without being predicted destruction in Ragnarok… Was it just some crazy god who had already been halfway behind with only his neck left from that time?
“Actually, it’s very strange that I, whose name has been forgotten, remains in the world like this.”
The being who was once a god smiled with his hands behind his back.
“We won’t be able to see each other anymore by next spring, but if you come to the forest and you can’t see me, will you just pray for peace? Then I think I’ll be very grateful.”
Is it good luck? We were devastated to understand the meaning of the words.
“I was happy to be able to share even meaningless conversations. I enjoy playing with my children, but I also like these conversations.”
With her hands behind her back, the girl closed her eyes as if merging into nature.
As she did so, even though the girl was right in front of her eyes, it seemed that in a few seconds she would disappear like a picture drawn in sand.
In the night sky, which was sloppily cut off by overgrown trees, the stars were hard to see, even though it was a village that was perfectly clear. The hazy sky was dark as if even the moonlight of the old moon was hidden somewhere.
The vitality of the villagers swaying in the back did not seem to reach this place, and the space divided by invisible boundaries made me sympathize with the feelings of someone who must have been watching people here.
Dana, who was with me, probably felt the same way.
“… Wait a minute, wait a minute. Don’t go anywhere, just wait!”
Dana struggled to open her mouth and ran to the village, revealing the hem of her skirt.
No matter why, I was able to see my wife, who had just returned with something in her arms. What she brought was a small amulet. A textile amulet woven from threads dyed in color.
“This, my father made it!”
“… This? A child of this age?”
The girl opened her eyes and looked bewildered as she took in her hand the amulet her father-in-law had given me.
Yes. She didn’t go through like when she was drinking, but was handed it over.
A pattern created by interweaving colored threads.
I had used it as proof that ogres and trolls were descended from Ulster people, left it at my wife’s house and forgot about it, but Dana didn’t seem to be the case.
“… I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve seen it.”
The girl’s eyes languished like a homesick traveler.
“This decoration is a gift made by the children who served me. I’ve always liked colorful and twisted things like this.”
“My father said that trolls are talismans for meeting spirits.”
Dana said to her as she stroked the amulet in her hand.
“There. I’m sure we lost our traditions, and we may have even forgotten the names of the gods we worshiped in the wake of the war… “
Dana said, catching her breath.
“… Still, there are things I still remember.”
That amulet was proof of that.
Even though the name of her god and the way she served her have been forgotten, her heart, which was still immersed in her past beliefs, is still being passed on.
“… What you remember.”
The girl repeated Dana’s words, then nodded her head.
“Everyone… You were remembering That’s why I haven’t completely disappeared yet.”
“… Even a god whose name I don’t know can make an offering.”
─ Squeak.
I poured cider into a new glass and served it again.
“No matter what the method or knowledge, wouldn’t it be enough if the heart was conveyed properly? Just like this town has been for hundreds of years.”
“… …”
The girl quietly took the glass.
Is it because it is an offering to the good god? This time, her hand did not pass through, and the traditional style cup touched her lips.
… Gulp.
The contents of the cup disappeared.
The girl’s breath stopped as if in surprise, and then she emptied a glass of cider.
The small face hidden behind the glass reappeared as if the eclipse had ended. She parted her lips curiously.
“… Don’t wear any It’s different from what I drank before.”
“Because a lot has changed.”
The age of the gods is over.
Even the prophecies of the era when everything was as it should have been turned into treasure maps that follow justification and practical interests in the era of humans.
First of all, from the successor of the god Odin, you still don’t have the realization that Ji will lead the new era. What is Wolfheddin, bitch. There are many things you want from the advanced monkey cub.
“If sweet alcohol is good, would you like some honey?”
“Done. Because I liked it too.”
After deftly refusing the evil monkey’s temptation to get her child to drink, the girl confidently crossed her arms.
“Great. I am also known as God. I received a meal for the first time in hundreds of years, but I can’t just wipe my mouth and leave.”
The girl smiled and took Dana’s hand.
Dana, who did not refuse, flinched greatly in not even a second. Even without Odin’s eyes, I could see the glowing mass of mana pulsating and growing like a soul.
Of course, Dana, who did not have the mental capacity to feel such a thing, was embarrassed and could not bear to shake God’s hand.
“What, what are you doing?”
“Your spirit… It’s about developing your talents. Even in the current country, this much is possible.”
Did he notice the look in our eyes as if that was possible? The girl stuck out her tongue.
“A priest is someone who can become spiritually one with the god they serve. It’s not difficult. It should be enough to grow dishes and prevent the intervention of trivial gods.”
No, I can say for sure. It was never going to be as simple as she said.
As evidence of that, isn’t her body, holding Dana’s hand, gradually blurring from her feet?
This nameless goddess is using what little time she has left to awaken and nurture her vessel of Dana.
Woo woo woo woo…
But at the cost of her own immortality, we were speechless.
For her sweet smile was benevolent and contented, like a mother leaving her legacy to her own child, overshadowing her girlish youthful appearance.
“Sometimes death is a more valuable salvation than anything else for those who carry on a miserable lifeline like me.”
After a few minutes, the girl removed her hand from Dana.
“And that’s why you can purify the souls of those who have fallen into beasts or share mana from them.”
As if this were enough for her own last job, she waved her hand at me too.
“That’s why the beast of prophecy is eventually the king of all beasts. A king must save his subjects who have gone astray.”
“… Does that beast include bicorns?”
“If those who have turned into beasts are opponents, they are all the same. Although the form of salvation you will receive will be different for each person.”
Without saying a word, I nodded my head, indicating that I knew it well.
Hobgoblins, trolls, ogres.
And the golems of warlocks who have lost their original form and their souls have been defiled, or those like Tabula who have corrupted themselves.
Finally, even the bicorn or unicorn cursed by the old gods.
It seems that my ability to lift their curses and the mana succession phenomenon that comes when I purify their souls were based on my power as Odin’s successor.
“Then now, it’s a real goodbye.”
As if the girl had said everything with this, she innocently waved her hand.
It’s like greeting a friend who is moving and breaking up.
Oh oh oh oh-!!
The grandiose spirit that had been overlooking the Pictish forest soared into the sky, building a pillar of light. A brilliance incomparable to that of human-raised firewood burst out as if condensed starlight.
[Farewell, chaotic favorite who will draw his destiny! Work hard! How wonderful it is to be able to draw the future of you and your wife with your own power!]
Could the transparent white aurora be seen by villagers far away? The awe-inspiring pillars of light stopped what they were doing and took their eyes off them.
The religious priests put their hands together and prayed, regardless of who said it first.
The girl smiled broadly as if she was happy about it.
[Even if another star of the Age of Gods sets in the sky, there is no sin for life on earth! Blessings to the children of the new age!]
Kuung-!!
Leaving behind her blessing, the girl’s body disappeared. The pillar of light that overflowed with her spirit also narrowed little by little at some point, turning into a seven-colored rainbow that was no different.
But she never went away.
Even if her disappearance became a trivial spectacle without any features, those present will remember that momentary end.
A mysterious phenomenon that occurred on the night of the reenactment of the ancestral festival.
You could proudly pass it on to someone, leave it in writing for future generations, and maybe even make it into a song to sing while dancing with your back to that campfire.
So, that end deserves to be called a miracle worthy of the name of a god.
I lifted the glass she had emptied and threw her head back to break her neck.
The rainbow that shook the earth’s axis soared beyond the boundless sea of stars and stretched endlessly—and endlessly.
