Chapter 169 Gentle god

"Who knows?"

Looking at the characters engraved on the wall, Misha asked.

"... Hmm. I guess you know, but this alone doesn't tell who you are."

Then Misha stares into my eyes. I'm trying to measure my heart, but it's an insulting glance.

"……I fall in love……"

"It says so."

"Also"

Misha said plainly. Indeed, it says it will fall in love again. Tr ans l ate d b y jpm tl.ｃo m

"I fell in love two thousand years ago."

"In mythological times, it's rare."

Misha cocks her little neck.

"Did anyone like Anos?"

"Well, I don't know. This time wasn't the point. It's an honor to be in love with me, but I probably couldn't say it."

"Is it the Demon King of violence?"

I nod. T ransl a ted b y ｊp ｍ t l .c o ｍ

"Because it wasn't peace. I can't even speak of my thoughts. I wrote my secret thoughts here secretly."

Slowly approach the wall and gently touch the letters. I felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"It's magical"

If you do not understand at first glance, you will be a considerable operator. I use my evil eye and look into the abyss hidden in the character.

"Hmm. I see. This seems to have to wait until night."

"Look for the Death King first?"

"What, I don't have time until the sunset is over. Let's rest for a while."

With the wall behind, sit down. Misha came next to me and sat down.

"What about Shin and Reno?"

"Shin still seems to be swinging around, but Reno seems to be struggling too.

From the view shared with Rei and Sasha, I watch the exchange between Shin and Reno in Ahartohern, and I throat and I laugh.

"... can Shin get love?"

"It would be possible if that man really wanted it."

T ran s l a t ed by ｊpm t l .ｃoｍ Pichi Pichi and Misha blink.

"His root is a magic sword"

Misha mutters intuitively.

"Are you still fine?"

"Did you think you can't love a person just because it's a magic sword?"

Misha rounds her eyes, astonished by my words.

"If you can't get what you really wanted from the bottom of your heart, then that world should be destroyed."

I continued to Misha, who looked uneasy.

"The creation god Militia said so."

"... created a gentle world?"

"Yes. The world she created was warm, full of love and hope. Originally it was very kind."

"What's changed?"

"Now, there are many deities, not only Militia, in the world, but even if the king of the demons wants to make a nation, that nation will not be the one king's own. It's turning around with will "

Misha seriously listens to me as she nods.

"But what is at the heart of this world, the foundation of this world, is the loving order of Militia. From the bottom of my heart, this world she has created will surely respond. `` How long is the struggle going? ''

Misha's gentle gaze strokes my face. Tran sl ate d by Ｊp ｍt l.c om

"Believe?"

"Militia is lamenting."

As he said, Misha shook his head curiously.

"This world is being unreasonable by gods and tragedy is rampant. She once bowed to me to create a sad world."

Only slightly, Misha smiles.

"There are various gods"

"Yes, until I met Militia, I thought of the tribe as something that couldn't be thought of as a demons, humans, or spirits. No matter how much we pray, it wouldn't happen miracles. Bringing only convenient miracles to the world and preserving only convenient order. Regardless of the circumstances of living things in this world, "

In the past, to me all gods were just unreasonable. But some are not.

"Does Militia perform miracles for the demons?"

"She's power is the creation of the world. There's only so much you can do about this world that has already been created. Recreating a new world is synonymous with breaking what is in this world now."

You can't create new things without bound. If we keep order and reason because this world is this world, we need to lose something to get something.

"A great miracle loses another great miracle. Creating something destroys something. In most cases, the creation god Militia can only watch the world and hope. Let this already created world go on a gentle path. "

Misha thought and said.

"Was it best to do nothing?"

"It will be. God's power is the order of the world itself, the rules of the world itself. Therefore, exercising a miracle will distort the order itself. Descending in the form of unreasonableness, but many other deities used their power regardless, but Militia did not. " Tr a n sla t ed b y Jpm t l.c om

The creation god feared that by using miracles his order would be distorted. If the creative order is out of order, the impact on the world will be enormous.

Militia couldn't do anything. Doing nothing was her hardest resistance.

"I made a promise with her."

"What promise?"

"If other gods bring tragedy and unreasonability that can't be helped, I'll destroy it."

Huh, Misha laughed.

"friendly"

"It was a big deal, but I really wanted to teach a gentle, benevolent, and healthy god. This world she created was born out of this world, I have to lose to such things. ''

I wanted to prove that the world she created was kind. That is what you can do because you are not God.

"So, did you make a wall?"

"One of the reasons. I wanted peace."

Misha tilts her head gently and leaves her head on my shoulder.

"Anos"

"what?"

"Is the world peaceful?"

"It's better than before, but it looks like it's still missing."

Misha stared into the window, leaving her weight behind. The sun is shining on the inside of the tower.

Watching the sunset, we rested for a while and waited for time to pass. Eventually, the sun will set completely and the moon will illuminate the ground.

A hazy cold light came down into the tower.

"It's time."

Me and Misha woke up and stared at the wall. Through the magical windows, the reflected moonlight pours on the letters on the wall.

Then, the engraved letters changed.

To the Devil King Anos

The Evil Made King of the Death is in a cemetery house dedicated to the war dead.

With the magic of decay, the door is opened.

then--

I hope peace will come to the future of the gentle demon king who fought until he was called violence.

I am always watching by my side.

Until the last minute.

"……Strange……"

Misha stared at the text on the wall, and uttered it.

Going back time "If you do not know that Anos uses <>, you can not write this character ..."

Going back in time "Probably Militia. She's looking at the world. You may have noticed that I'm coming from today to <> in this age."

"What is the extinction sword ...?"

"It might be Militia's work, but how about it? God couldn't do anything. I thought it was impossible for the creator God to manipulate Venezdonoa, which had the power of the destruction god ... ...? "

But I don't know everything about God. At least, I don't think I could send this message to anyone other than the Creator God.

There's no reason to send it.

"Is the Creation God not here?"

Going back in time "Oh, if you're in Delzogade and know <>, you'll come to see me. Originally, the tribes would appear on earth according to their own order. The absence means that you are in the world of God now. ''

"... Sorry?"

Misha says something strange.

"Why?"

Think, she says.

"I felt like that"

"If I could meet my old friend, I wouldn't have beaten it, but they gave me enough souvenirs. If I wanted more, I would be punished."

The whereabouts of the extinction sword and erudomade. Well, I'm not sure of the sword. Indeed, Militia's thoughts were received.

"let's go"

With reverse growth <>, he shrinks his body again to the age of six, prepares clothes of that size, and wears it. Leaving the tower, we headed for a graveyard dedicated to the war dead.