I have four fathers and mothers.
I have four fathers and mothers who found me as an abandoned child and raised me.

More than ten years ago, when I was still a baby, I was abandoned in the mountains where the gods lived.

I don't know why.

It was said that there was a famine and wars were raging nearby.

Perhaps the famine made it impossible to feed the children, or the war made it too impoverished, or perhaps both.

It was the all-powerful god Reus who found me.

He disguised himself as a peasant and found me on his way back from touring the city in the foothills.

While walking along the riverbank, feeling tipsy, he finds me drifting down from upstream.

They say I was in a small boat and was crying softly.

My cries were so natural that they were almost seen off, Reus said.

But I was swept downstream and didn't fall into the waterfall.

It was Reus who saved me.

As he transformed into a giant eagle, he grabbed me and flapped his wings into the sky.

He went straight to the mountain of the gods, Table Mountain, and showed me to his friends.

Ronin, the sword god, looks into my face and says.

Why a human baby? I thought it was a snack.

Stroking the stubble and lamenting. In her hand she holds a bottle of wine.

Milia, the goddess of healing, says.

Indeed, that's why men are like this. Look at this little baby, he looks like a marshmallow.

Milia took me in her arms and smiled soothingly.

It was Vandal, the god of magic, who stared at it boredly.

He lets out a hoarse voice.

...... I don't like children. They're fussy and selfish.

He took one look at my face and returned his gaze to the grimoire.

There were three different attitudes, but Reus, the all-powerful god, knew that they liked me as a baby. That they liked me, a baby.

In fact, when Reus announced that he was going to raise this baby, they had some difficulty, but they didn't object.

On the contrary, they started coming to me as a baby for whatever reason.

When Ronin had completed his daily routine of 10,000 swings, he came to me and whispered, "Your hands are so small.

You've got tiny hands. Well, when you're a little older I'll let you hold the sword and become my apprentice. Soon I'll have the pressure of the sword to put out the candle.

When Miria, the goddess of healing, finished talking to the earth, she came to me and took me in her arms.

What a sweet baby. Oh, my maternal instincts are tingling.

When she says that, she pops her breasts out and tries to feed them, but the goddess who has never been pregnant cannot feed them.

When she gives up, she puts her breasts away and kisses me on the cheek instead.

She is the sweetest girl in the world and I will make her the best healer one day.

When Militia puts me back in my cradle, the Vandal, god of magic, comes in.

The white-haired old man looks bored.

He stares at me with a frown on his face, then his expression falls apart and he looks dumb.

Seeing that face, I chuckle.
The old man's eyebrows droop.

...... You're a baby with a great sense of humor.

The old man murmurs and makes up his mind.

"Very well. Will you take the boy as my apprentice?

The vandal looks at me and murmurs, "This boy will become a powerful sorcerer.

"This boy will become the greatest magician of all. He will be my successor.

Thus, the three gods took a liking to me.
Four if you include the all-powerful god who took me in.

They became my father, my mother and my teacher.

Selfish and selfish, they will be my strict and gentle teacher.

They gave me a name, and unusually, the four of them, who fought over everything, agreed on the naming.

They decided on my name with a single discussion without fighting.

Thus I was saved and I had my name.

The gods gave me a name.

"Will

That was the name.

But it will take some time before I can perceive that I am Will.

After all, I'm just a newborn baby.
All I was good at was crying and rolling over.
There was nothing else I could do.