After finishing "Chronicles of Deities' Demise," I leaned back and took a well-deserved breather.
My mind was filled with questions, each one fighting for an elusive answer.
What caused the gods to wake up?
What caused the forgotten continent's seal to break apart exactly at the end of the first part of the game?
Was there a connection between these occurrences and my own death in the game?
As I contemplated these issues, a sense of irritation welled up within me.
I massaged my brow, feeling both interested and annoyed.
The waking of the gods may have been a plot device to help the protagonists grow stronger in the game, but the collapse of the seal on the forgotten continent still remained a puzzle.
The human god's unexpected presence and great strength contributed to the confusion.
He appeared from nowhere, carrying the power of both a knight and a mage.
The gods were envious of his powerful bloodline ability.
How did he gain such strength while humans were just beginning out as knights and mages?
His unexpected appearance puzzled everybody and left them wondering about where he came from.
I was hit by tremors in my heart as I exhaled deeply, attempting to clear my mind.
I was out of breath with the weight of the riddles and the intensity of my pondering.
"huff.....huff..."
I grabbed my chest and concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths to calm my racing heart.
I regained my composure after a few moments. My desire to read was dwindling as I looked at the remaining books in my hands.
I took the remaining books to read later because I don't need to register them because, as a direct descendant, I can take pretty much anything from here, but the news will be relayed to my father, who I doubt will say anything about it.
as he would never have guessed I was preparing to flee here.
As I imagined his reaction, a cheeky smile pulled at my lips. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, I was unable to witness his reaction firsthand.
"Click".
The library door clicked open, showing Sarah, the head maid, still clothed in her maid uniform.
'Now that I think about it, I've never seen her in anything other than the maid's attire.'
She exuded dedication to her job, almost as if the maid uniform were an integral part of her identity.
"We need to talk, young master" .
She spoke this with seriousness and purpose in her tone.
'Are we going to break up now?'.
My mind couldn't resist the desire to give a comic spin to the scenario, visualizing a tragic breakup scene.
[You've never been in a relationship, and show some respect; she's your mother's age].
'Milf for life, Edda,
Milf for life.'
"I am listening" .
I nodded in agreement towards Sarah, indicating that I was all ears. Despite my discontent with Edda, I kept focused on Sarah's upcoming conversation.
"Not here; let's go to your room" .
"Okay".
I followed her even though I wasn't sure what she wanted to talk about in private.
'Does she intend to-'
[pervert!].
Edda yelled that in my head, and I choked on my own words.
'Please let me finish my words.'
I groaned as she called me a pervert before I could finish my sentence.
[Oh, sorry].
'Where was I?,' I wondered.
'Yes, is she possibly going to talk about my awakening?'.
I questioned myself because my awakening will be quite different from the awakenings of others.
"click."
The door swung open, and Sarah and I stepped inside. I sat on the bed and put the books I'd brought with me to the side.
"Please,"
I invited Sara to join me with a sweep of my hand.
I wasn't keen on having her stand while we talked, especially since I was seated.
"I am fine, young master,"
She muttered, her words accompanied by a small bow.
I realized she wouldn't want to be on the same level as me, so I dropped the idea of insisting she stay standing.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
I brought the conversation back to the topic at hand—the reason she had brought me here.
"It's about your awakening,"
She stated it without further ado, getting right to the issue.
'So it's about my awakening'.
I pondered internally. I had assumed as much when she requested a private conversation.
"Alright, then. What about my awakening?"
I inquired for more information. I was aware that my awakening had been unique, but the details remained a mystery to me.
"Your awakening will be held within the household rather than in the church, and Saintess Olivia will also be present to assist."
Sarah elaborated.
"Why?"
Because of the unexpected change in tradition, I couldn't help but ask.
"The master had ordered it. I don't know why, and all he said was that your awakening will be special and generate a great uproar, which isn't appropriate to be performed in church."
Because of the agonizing process needed, most awakenings occurred in the church.
Awakening modifies the body to accept mana, resulting in the formation of a mana core within the heart.
Things occasionally went wrong and spiraled out of control.
To avoid unnecessary deaths, awakenings were held in the church, where urgent treatment could be provided if necessary.
Humans accept various religions, each associated with a particular deity.
Meanwhile, each race had its own patron god, giving their traditions a rich hue.
The great dragons, for example, devoutly followed the dragon god, their devotion as ferocious as their flaming breath.
Dwarves, with their strong bodies and resolute spirits, revered the dwarf god. Many secrets concerning these gods, however, remained buried in mystery.
Surprisingly, the dragons and dwarves had decided to live on distant islands, abandoning the four major continents after the war between the gods.
The Sun God religion, which the humans of the Eve continent worship, was the dominant religion on this continent. Its adherents were many and loyal, like stars in the night sky. This religion's beliefs and ceremonies blended effortlessly into the kingdom's daily life, bathed in the soft glow of hope.
The Sun God's presence was obvious, from majestic temples to humble houses, a guiding beacon for its people.
It was interesting to note that corruption inside the church remained limited, as people's fear of the gods was maintained.
The disastrous effects of the previous war of the gods, in which humanity suffered terribly, taught a reluctance to use the gods' names for personal advantage.
Despite this, some people continued to use the church for their own gain.
"But why are you telling me all of this, Sarah? Shouldn't it be my father who informs me?"
I couldn't help but voice my disappointment.
Merging with Eden had brought me into contact with his emotions, and discovering this important information via Sara rather than my father was disturbing.
"You were trying to ignore your father and your other family members for the past few days, so the master thought—"
"He was the one who started to ignore me,"
Sarah flinched slightly when I interjected her words in a cold voice, which shouldn't belong to a child.
"I am sorry,"
I exhaled, understanding that my outburst was not her fault. I didn't want to scare her away because she has been the closest person to me since I arrived in this world.
Closing my eyes, I was unable to avoid becoming emotionally unstable since merging with Eden's memories.
Aside from Sarah and Edda, I had made few attempts to interact with others.
'I miss my calmness,'
I thought to myself, hoping for the peace that felt so far away.
My train of thought was broken when something soft brushed my face and a warm hand began to gently pat my back.
I let it happen because I needed the comfort it provided.
"Everything will be alright,"
Sara's soothing voice entered my ears as she hugged me and patted my back.
"Yeah".