Table Mountain is also known as the Mountain of the Gods.

Abandoned on that mountain, I was picked up by the gods who lived there and raised by them.


First of all, Reus, the main god who picked me up, a god known as the all-powerful god and the faceless god, who is always transforming into something else, so no one knows his real face.

I, his son, don't even know his real face.
Next, I'll introduce you to the god of swords, Ronin.

He is a samurai from the far east who became a god when he was mastering swordsmanship, and is a true swordsmanship fool.

I studied swordsmanship with him and honed my skills. He also forced me to drink alcohol even though I was a child, so I learned the taste of alcohol.

They are both male gods, by the way, but not all of them are male.

I have a mother, too.

Her name is Milia, the goddess of healing. The crimson of the Table Mountain gods and my mother.

She's a beautiful goddess, but she's overprotective.

She always spoils me and holds me close with her ample breasts.

She always says, "If you do anything to my Will, I'll kill you.

She's an overbearing mother and not a great cook, but I loved her very much.

Finally, I would like to introduce you to Vandal, the god of magic, a one-eyed sorcerer with a wide-brimmed hat.

An eccentric who has long ago holed himself up in the mountains to pursue the truth of magic.

He was the one who taught me to write, to cultivate, and to practice magic.

He was a great sorcerer and I think that's why I can cast magic now without chanting.

But I guess it's also his fault that I've gone a little out of my league.

--Is it the other gods' fault too?

As I'm remembering these gods, the priestess who brought me to this world smiles at me.

Her name is Luna Maria.
She is a priestess to the Mother Goddess.


She is a blind woman who offered her light to the goddess at an early age and has lived according to the teachings of the earth mother goddess ever since.

She received an oracle from the Mother Goddess and came to Table Mountain and invited me to the lower realm.

I traveled with her through the kingdom of Midonia and learned many things together.

I became friends with a beautiful woman in men's clothing called the Swordsman, and I made friends with the daughter of Anaheim merchants, all thanks to her in a way.

Thanking the woman who taught me that this world is big, I asked her as she walked in front of me.

I heard there is a sacred shield in the east, where is it?

Me unfolding the map.

The kingdom of Midonia stretches from east to west, north to south, east to west, with Table Mountain at its center, and in the north is the city of the Northwoods, where the Anaheim Chamber of Commerce is located, and the Lost Forest, where the Holy Sword is located.

I checked the map to see what was in the east, but there were no landmarks there.

East of Midonia is the plains. There's nothing to see here.

Then it's hard to find a dungeon with a holy shield.

The sacred shield is in the dungeon where the prairie people are enshrined. Let's contact the grasslanders first.

It's a good idea.

And look around, but the road extends forever. I can't see the horizon.

"I grew up in the mountains, so I'm not used to seeing the horizon.

Table Mountain is trapezoidal in shape, but you can't see the horizon very well because of the lush greenery.

If you go to the periphery, you can see far away, but we never went to the periphery.

It's somehow unsettling to see the mountains back home so far away.
When I looked back, Table Mountain had gotten much smaller. If you keep walking like this, you'll be completely out of sight.
"I guess we should have gone home on the way.

Seeing through my mind, Lunamaria asks me out of the blue.

It's a tempting proposition, but I shake my head.

I swore to my mom and dad I wouldn't go back until I was a big boy. They'll laugh at me if I leave in less than a month.

I joke when I continue, "Besides," I say.

"If I go back to the mountains now, I'm pretty sure my mom would have me tied up. Physically. They'll make you drink a potion that will make you lose consciousness and memory, and you'll be locked up in the woods for the rest of your life.

You may be right.

Perhaps remembering the caustic nature of Milia, the god of healing, Lunamaría smiled and agreed.

We headed east on the road, talking about the affairs of Mother Militia.