What's the problem? So you can't sleep?
Then let this ol' grandpa tell you a story, okay? Grandpa's story is long and boring, so you can sleep nicely soon.
Alright, grandpa will tell you a story about an astrology group.
Ah, yes, that's what it was called, but there's not much difference to what it does now. We were helping others like what brats like you are doing now. Basically, we were a Christian magic group that followed others, and after understanding the situation, we'd use magic to settle it — it was that kind of an organization.
But there were a lot of people relying on us in the past. I'm not bluffing; there were many people within the country who were looking for us. Afterwards, as we had too many people relying on us, we couldn't even stop at a single place. Us grandpas spent quite a few years slowly walking through the whole of Russia just to live.
After that, well, this thing called problems, it can happen anywhere.
Though I don't know whether it's because it's troublesome or because we can't help but interfere.
No, no, no, I'll explain to you first, the Russian Orthodox Church is all made up of bad people. However, that idiot wanted to turn a part of the Russian Orthodox Church as one part of him. Thus, the grandpas were forced to run away from those battle groups that were pursuing us.
What's that idiot's name?
What would happen if grandpa got caught?
I can't tell a brat like you all of that. Even if it's twisted, we're still a hidden part of the country. Though it's easy for me to say this, they won't even let children off. This isn't something you'd normally hear.
Anyway, our Russian Orthodox pursuers were really dangerous. They were true monsters gathered together to fight ghosts and fairies and other things beyond the realm of humanity. Old men who were just helping out couldn't hope to face them head on. It was overwhelming.
Therefore, us grandpas decided to leave the country. Luckily, they were the Russian Orthodox, and so in other words, it means that we only needed to run away from Russia. It's terrifying to wish for it, but no matter what, any human would do his utmost to grab onto this little ray of hope.
However, our surroundings were the -50 degrees Celsius of human Hell. It was a tough time. How should I say it, it was no longer a world that could be described through physical pain. Our feet were starting to sink, and we continued to walk on. There were people as old as grandpa and brats that were younger than you, everyone was the same. At that time, you were still in your mother's womb, and I believe your mum got her shapeshifting ability because of that.
Under this situation, the pursuers should act properly even though they're the Russian Orthodox, right?
But no, they're real professional soldiers that were specially trained to move along in the eternal arctic terrain. They were like robots that were made into puppets, moving around in a rhythmic manner, and not only were they top-notch soldiers, their weapons were top notch as well. They had horses made of metal, and those were 8-legged horses, you know. Oh yes, they had a spiritual item called the Sleipnir[3].
The difference in speed between the grandpas and the Russian Orthodox Church was apparent by first glance.
We could see the border in the snowstorm, but everyone knew that our pursuers would catch up to us before we could reach there. It was right in front of us, and we couldn't reach out and grab it, but after looking back to see our pursuers, we didn't have any other thought except to give up. Compared to working hard in a futile way, it's better to give up easily. But then again, we couldn't do it; the border that represented our hope was there, so how could we give up there?
Hm?
Then what happened next?
Of course we escaped. Otherwise, how could you be born? Grandpa couldn't possibly be here telling this story to you. You're saying that we did something?
Really? Really?
Seems like you don't understand how we escaped from the elites of the Russian Orthodox Church.
It's simple.
'That man' appeared in front of the grandpas.
That person was William Orville.