We were sitting on a hill, eating a sandwich that my mom had made for us.
At first glance, the sandwich looked ordinary, but first of all, the bread was terribly soft. The moment you put it in your mouth, you are assaulted by its fluffy texture, and your teeth, even before you taste it, complain of its deliciousness. It's mom's homemade bread.
There are various ingredients such as cured ham, cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, etc., but I recommend the omelet. The omelet has a faint aroma of butter and exquisite saltiness, and when you think the flavor of the baked egg hits your tongue, the soft bread catches it.
The key to the flavor is the omelet's abyss, or dashi. I don't know what the broth is that's mixed in with the egg before it's cooked, but it's so good that it melts on your tongue.
I ate a succession of omelette sandwiches to explore the depths of the dashi, but I still had no idea what it was. I devoured all of my portions.
Misha offers me a sandwich of his own.
The filling is an omelette.
'In exchange for a tomato?'
"...hmmm. You don't have to worry about it, Misha. Those eggs are the best.
'I like tomatoes.'
It would be bad enough to say no when you say so.
'Then I'll be grateful for the exchange.
Misha and I trade sandwiches and I go deep into the abyss of eggs.
'There's something I need to tell you,'
When he finished eating roughly, Arcana suddenly said.
Gadeisiola is currently without a king.
The High King Viaflea has been handed over to the Geordal Order as the source of the attempt to corrupt the canopy. He is imprisoned in a prison in the Cathedral of Georheise.
The Knights of the Phantom Name without Celis disappeared without a trace, and the magical wall that covered the country disappeared.
Father and mother. I'm going to have a long talk with you.
I told them both that and we left for a bit.
There was still some sandwiches left, so we decided to take the basket with us.
'The children the High King left behind are still in that country. They have no teaching to believe in God. They are haters of God. It would be preferable if they had no resentment, but I am sure that they need that country in the depths of the earth.
Arcana is right, some will not be able to be saved by the teachings of Agaha and Geordal.
There is nothing better than having a place to receive the dragonmen who have lost faith in God.
The nation I originally created. I will return once again to be the god of that land as a treacherous god.
What about the dragonborn?
Misha asked gently.
'You don't have to go back. I promised my brother that I would bring the selection judges to an end. I will not betray that, will I?
If I'm the winner of the selection judges, the order that Arcana has will be mine, and she will be relieved of her role as an agent. That was her original purpose.
'Just because I lead the Selection Judge to his demise, doesn't mean there isn't a way to turn you back into a dragonborn.
Clearly, Arcana shook her head from side to side.
'I have made you wait so long. But I've made up my mind.
Arcana looked straight at me with eyes that had no hesitation.
'At the first Selection Judgment, Militia, the Creator God, chose me to be the Selector. She knew that there was an unquenchable hatred within me. Knowing that I was irredeemable, she still reached out to me.
Sasha listened to her words with a serious expression, while Misha watched her gently.
'I would not listen to the words of Militia, with whom I had made a pact. "I did not listen to the words of Militia with whom I had made a pact, because my heart was filled with hatred and I wanted to feel better. I was being carried away by the easy way. I thought she was my enemy, and I killed her.
As if to regret it, Arcana says
'But I suppose her order has been watching over me all along. At the last moment, Militia said. 'Because one day, the Demon King will come here to burn even that fiery hatred...'
Arcana nodded at Sasha's words.
'Militia believed that her brother would save me. Maybe that is why he dared me to kill him. ＜When the Moon of Creation dwells in me, my brother will be interested in me as a god of creation. And so her order in me would have led me to this point.
＜The Moon of Creation led Arcana to me.
Maybe it was Militia's message to me to save her.
Maybe that's what I really knew. ＜"Maybe I really knew that," he said, "when I became a nameless god in the Moon of Creation, my hope was certainly to become like Militia. It is the one who tries to give salvation to the irredeemable. I suppose he thought that figure was God.
That's why you reached out to that inconsiderate man and made the Yagami selection.
Yes, but I couldn't save him well. But I didn't save him well.
Heartbreakingly, Arcana spits out.
'I didn't want to give him a future where he would be sacrificed as a sacrifice to the king dragon and turn into a baby dragon. He thought that the punishment of honor was more painful to him than anything else.
It was probably because he himself suffered from it that Arcana killed him.
'I still don't know if it was the right thing to do. But I let nature take its course and hoped that its roots would reincarnate again.
''Hey. I was wondering, if the root cause didn't die out, would it reincarnate again like the magic of ?
Sasha asks with interest.
''The magic of
'Hmmm, it doesn't feel like a rebirth when you've changed that much...'
Still, the source is the same. Maybe something remains.
Sasha twists her head.
'What is it?'
I don't know.
That is the only way to answer this question.
It's a small comfort to know that someone who is dead may live happily ever after.
Oh, I'm sorry. So what was it about?
Sasha returns to the subject.
I thought that if I was to be God's representative, I would be like Militia. I wish I could be like her. But the hatred of the people of the earth and of God also always tormented me.
The hatred of not being able to forgive the subterranean people who betrayed him, and to take revenge as a treacherous god.
And the desire to live as the representative of the creator god who reached out to her to the end.
The two thoughts were fighting each other in her heart.
I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to find a place for you to live. I'm sure that I will continue to protect the role of God's representative who has become my salvation.
Do you want to continue to protect a country where you can live without believing in God, a place for those who no longer believe in God?
Arcana said in a serene voice.
'Until Militia returns, I am also its deputy.
What happened to Militia, after all this time?
'Militia was about to be reincarnated. I was holding the Universal Thunder Sword Gaudgemon in my hand, and it was enchanted to disturb it. They say it makes it different from its original incarnation.
Misha said as Sasha floated the question.
'Did Cerys do this?'
'Yes. Celis's magic interfered with Militia's reincarnation. But even he would not have been able to block the reincarnation itself. Militia would be reincarnated in a way she would most likely not want.
Misha nods her head.
I don't know. That's what he said.
'Hmm. Would it have been better to keep Cerys alive? Then you could ask me a lot of questions.
'No, not that,'
Misha denied it.
'Well, there's no point in saying too much. If they're reincarnating, even if it's in an unwanted form, we'll just have to find them and help them.'
'Of course we cannot leave them behind. The thoughts of the people of the earth's depths have now turned into the pillar of the sky, Verevim, and are supporting the canopy, but the power of destruction may be strengthened by the Selection Judgment.
That's it, isn't it? If we destroy the order of Elrolarielom, the god of alignment in Arcana, the Selection Judge will be finished, won't he?
Curtly Misha nodded.
'But all things will not be in alignment.
The order of the Militia, the celestial pillar support sword that supports the canopy, would also be affected by the order of the Consistent God.
The different orders influence each other and intricately make up the reasoning of the world.
''In other words, we should only destroy the Selective Judge without destroying the Consistent God?''
Easy for you to say, but what are you going to do? Selection judges are the order of a consistent God, right? Is there a way to destroy it by that much choice?
'Militia was trying to bring the Selection Judge to an end. And it would have succeeded if Arcana hadn't stopped it.
Sasha shouts out, as if she's noticed.
'Arcana. What was Militia trying to do?'
Turning over to explore the memories, Arcana eventually said.
''........ He was using Artyrtnore. He said he would swallow the God of Harmony into the moon and go into a deep sleep, along with his own order.
With the order of the Creator God, the order of the Consistent God falls asleep, or is it?
'Elolarielom said that if the order perishes, the world's destruction is inevitable.
Hmm. Was Militia trying to destroy the order?
Still, he believed that the world would not be destroyed, is that it?
Other than that?
I can't remember. I think that was the whole thing.
Well, I'm sure there were many things Arcana didn't understand.
'Then let's look for traces of Militia first. Although it's very likely that Cerys would have known about it.
Do you want to see Via Flare?
'Ah. 'Just so you know, there is Gorloana in Geordal. The God of Traces has been destroyed, but with the Book of Traces, we may be able to see some of the past to some extent. It's about time the subterranean reconstruction settled down.
I throw the sandwich into my mouth and swallow it.
I turn around and call out to my mom.
"Mom. I'm sorry, but I'm going underground now.
'Oh, really? On your day off? Did someone call you?
I wasn't invited to be a part of it.
Well, I guess I'll just have to wait a bit longer...? It's my occasional day off...
Mom's shoulders slump with a sad look on her face.
It's a little distressing.
"Don't bother Anos so much, Isabella. There are many things a man can do, you know.
My dad comes over and whispers to me.
Dad winked meaningfully.
'Did you hear me?'
Dad nodded with a mysterious look on his face.
'Yeah, I've heard most of it. No wonder Anos is in such a hurry. As it turns out, the sooner we find out, the better. We can always have a picnic, you know.
Hmm. Well, we'll get to that.
But, Anos. Dad. Father, there's just one thing that caught my attention.
Dad asks with a look on his face, as if to say that this is the most important thing.
'Is that what you call Mr. Militia? That's it, isn't it? From what I've heard, the old Anos... well... met... or rather... met...
As he did so, my dad turned himself upside down as if he were startled and made a warlike expression on his face.
'....Okay. Dad, I understand now. What, don't worry. I'll explain it to your mother as clearly as I can. It's a very misleading quality.
Hmm. Well, if they think it's another divorce case or something, the consequences are too much trouble.
"Go ahead, Anos. Men have a history to settle.
There was a hint of uncertainty there, but, well, it was inconsequential.
I'll take care of it.
'Oh! Dad, I believe in you! I know Anos will get it right! I'll be waiting for you! A man's promise!
Mom looks at Dad as he sends me off with a curious look on his face.
"Hmm. Well, let's get going.
I move to Sasha and the others and we all hold hands.
Sasha says with concern.
'What? I'm used to my dad saying crazy things.
The misunderstandings are getting worse as you get used to them.
While listening to Sasha's blurbs, we draw the magic circle of and we transition.
When our vision turns completely white--
Father........what have you been listening to halfway through....