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A God's Repose
Deep within a dense forest, where trees grew in thick clusters, a manâSpassâsat in a clearing barely illuminated by the faint sunlight filtering through the canopy. He was resting on a bed of fallen leaves, his back against the base of a massive tree, eyes closed. What was the Creator God of the world doing in such a place?
"...zzzz... zzzz..."
He was asleep, utterly defenseless and unguarded. A faint smile seemed to play on his lips. One couldn't return to the past, but one could recall it. Was the dream Spasswas experiencing a blessing, or something else...?
The Ancient City of Ishvaldi---- Years Ago.
The divine nation of Ishvaldi.
Boasting an eight-hundred-year history since its founding, it was the oldest and most advanced city in human history. It was also the first nation where humanity established a firm foundation for a country. The vast city was primarily divided into thirteen districts, each specializing in a different function such as commercial, urban, or administrative. Most buildings were made of brick, giving the city a medieval European feel. Main streets stretched across each district, leading directly to the Divine Castle at the city's heart.
In one corner of the city, in the commercial district, a massive market thrived with activity, offering various goods from both domestic and foreign sources. Today, however, it was exceptionally bustling.
"Creator God! Please look at my vegetables! Thanks to your miracle, this year's harvest is the best!"
"Look at this boar! I caught it in the eastern forest; it's quite a fine specimen!"
"Our new product isâ"
"The other day, I was helped byâ"
Not only merchants but also residents who came to shop swarmed an old man. The old man was swallowed by the crowd, unable to move forward properly. However, seemingly unbothered, he courteously attended to each person with a smile.
"Oh, this is excellent. It looks so fresh and delicious."
"You did well to catch such game."
"What beautiful decorations. I like this one."
"Ah, it was you."
Those who received words from the old man wore ecstatic expressions, as if being spoken to was a miracle. And it was no wonder. The old man they saw before them was none other than the Creator God who had shaped this world and founded the divine nation of Ishvaldiâthe Creator God incarnate on Earth.
As residents continued to clamor to speak with him, and he responded without a hint of displeasure, a voice suddenly cut through the din.
"ââCreator God-sama."
"!!"
The moment a clear, yet weighty voice sounded, the old man's shoulders twitched. Realizing the speaker's identity, the surrounding people hastily parted, creating a path from the man to the speaker as if the sea had parted for Moses. The man, with his refined features, golden hair, and blue eyes, elicited excited squeals, especially from the noblewomen among the gathered residents. Without a glance at their fervent gazes, the man walked directly toward the old man.
"E-Elyshifan-kun..."
Elyshifan A. Ishvaldi.
The First Prince of the Divine Nation of Ishvaldi. The eldest son of the King of Ishvaldi, and one of the legitimate heirs to the throne of this nation.
His purpose in making such a rare appearance in the castle town was singular:
"I have come to escort you. My God."
"Ha, haha, thank you..."
It was to bring back the light-footed God who had slipped out of the castle without his guards.
Return to the Castle
The scene shifted to the heart of the nation: Divine Castle Merkurdalus, the colossal castle symbolizing Ishvaldi. With maids and knights bowing their heads, the two proceeded toward the Throne Room, where the King awaited.
This was not the Creator God's first escape from the castle. This old man had a peculiar habit of always exploiting a lapse in security, slipping out of the castle without informing anyone, and venturing into the castle town. There would be no reason to stop him if he simply took an escort, but that had only happened once. What Elyshifan didn't know was that with an escort, the journey would be plagued by concerns of danger and demands for food tasters, making a leisurely stroll through the city impossible. Thus, the old man always snuck out alone, despite knowing he would be reprimanded each time.
(They even suggested Elyshifan-kun serve as escort, but he's needlessly serious, isn't he?)
Elyshifan was a man of impeccable appearance, brilliant mind, and a swordsman whose skill ranked among the top five in the nation. His magical talent had already surpassed that of his father, the King, establishing him as Ishvaldi's strongest in both name and reality. The saying "heaven grants but one gift" seemed to scoff at him; he was a true superhuman. However, even if he was granted multiple gifts, his flaws weren't taken away. His overly serious personality was a detriment, making him incredibly inflexible. It would certainly be more troublesome than having a regular escort.
As he pondered this, a majestic grand door appeared before them. On either side stood two exquisitely crafted angel statues, so lifelike they seemed poised to move. When Elyshifan stood before the door, it opened on its own.
"Father, I have returned."
"Oh, Creator God-sama! Welcome back!"
Beyond the door, a crimson carpet stretched straight down the center, flanked by numerous knights and civil officials. At its end stood a resplendent throne, adorned with crystal carvings reaching the ceiling, and a figure beside it.
Graciano A. Ishvaldi.
The elderly man served as the current King of Ishvaldi. Despite his advanced age, his physique exuded a presence and dignity surprising for an old man. Graciano, upon seeing him, approached with a smile.
"My apologies, Graciano-kun. It seems I've caused trouble again..."
"Please don't worry. As long as you return, there's no problem. Now, you must be tired, aren't you? Please, take the throne."
"...Yes."
His gaze fell upon the throne Graciano indicated, a seat that seemed to gather all the world's wealth and beauty. He couldn't help but sigh. A throne was typically for a nation's king, but not in this country. It was a divine chair created not for Graciano, who managed and governed the nation, but literally for the God who had built it. It was a nation where God reigned above the King through generations, hence the Divine Nation. This throne had been crafted centuries ago by the then-King and people of Ishvaldi, and honestly, every time he saw it, he felt an indescribable emotion. He was genuinely pleased they had given him a gift. He was happy, but...
(It's just not my taste~)
Yes, it simply didn't suit his taste. They had apparently designed it to be opulent and majestic, but he wasn't fond of overly flashy things. Personally, a wooden bench on a pleasant terrace overlooking the castle town would suffice. However, the throne's creation had been a surprise, done in secret from him, and there was no way he could say "It's not my taste" about something that clearly took a considerable amount of effort and time to create.
He reluctantly sat on the throne, finding its comfort surprisingly goodâeven too good. If only the design had been simpler, he would have had no complaints.
"Creator God-sama. Regarding the matter we spoke of earlier..."
Graciano asked, subtly gauging his mood.
(Earlier? ...Ah, yes, that's right.)
"The item is complete."
As he extended his right hand forward, a dazzling light enveloped the Throne Room. Everyone present instinctively covered their faces with their arms. As the light gradually subsided, a pure white sword stood revealed.
"Ohh!"
Even sheathed, the sword emitted an indescribable pressure and divine power, causing an unconscious gasp to escape Graciano's lips.
"Divine Sword Fragarachââthat is the name of this sword."
This sword, meaning "The Answerer" and "The Avenger," possessed a straightforward ability:
ââAbsolute Deathââ
As its name suggested, it had the power to reap the life of any target it cut. No matter what magic the opponent wielded, even if they possessed power beyond human comprehension, it would kill them. No power, no matter how great, could heal or resurrect them.
ââNot even the power of a God.
Why had such a sword been created? The reason was simple: for the defense of this nation. He had long been concerned about a specific scenario: the emergence of another being identical to himself. He had simply appeared, without knowing how or why he was born. But he was born. So, what guaranteed that something similar wouldn't happen again? If another emerged, what if it was hostile? Would he be on their side then? Was a countermeasure necessary if he wasn't there? This sword was born for such reasons. In other words, with this sword, humans could kill a god.
"This is..."
"However, it cannot be wielded by just anyone, at any time."
Graciano, with trembling hands, was about to take the sword, but before he could, he explained a few restrictions.
First, only those with the blood of the Ishvaldi royal family could wield the sword. Second, the sword could only be drawn against entities that the owner truly judged to bring calamity upon the nation. Third, activating the sword's power required the consent of thirty percent of all Ishvaldi citizens.
The "Divine Sword" was created to protect the nation, but due to the immense power of its ability, it couldn't be easily brought out. These restrictions were established for that reason: limitations on the wielder, on its conditions of use, and on individual privatization. These measures were to prevent the "Divine Sword Fragarach" from being misused, should such a terrible event ever occur.
(Well, they would never do such a thing.)
Nevertheless, it was still a power beyond human control, so these were precautionary measures.
"Please keep it stored within the castle, except in emergencies."
"Of course."
Graciano, upon receiving the sword, gazed at it with an ecstatic expression. The surrounding knights and civil officials also cheered with delight.
"By the way, Graciano-kun. Is there anything I should be doing?"
"No, you just performed the 'Hakuka Rosnowar' for the new recruits the other day. Creator God-sama, please take your time and relax."
"Hakuka Rosnowar"ââthat was the name of the ritual where God bestowed divine power upon all soldiers of Ishvaldi. By sharing divine power with each soldier and unlocking their potential, they could gain incomparable strength. Ishvaldi's soldiers were considered full-fledged only after undergoing this ritual when they transitioned from trainees to regular soldiers. However, not everyone gained the same amount of power. Each person's capacity to contain power varied, and exceeding that capacity would cause their body to collapse. To assess this limit and transfer power within a safe range, the ritual, for safety reasons and depending on the number of people, took a considerable amount of time. Incidentally, within the last century or so, the one who absorbed the most divine power was Elyshifan, renowned as Ishvaldi's strongest.
"...I see. Then, I shall spend the day resting in the castle."
"Yes. If you have any need, please inform us immediately."
Graciano bowed deeply to him and quickly disappeared from the Throne Room with his attendant carrying the "Divine Sword Fragarach." He was likely heading to store the sword.
Watching their backs, he leaned deeply into the throne and let out a sigh.
(Since it's their kind gesture, perhaps I'll spend the day relaxing.)
An Escape and a New Encounter
Several hours later. Under a perfectly clear blue sky, the Creator God walked along a long, straight road across a plain, muttering softly, "...Alright, I've successfully slipped away." There was no one in sight. This old man, incorrigible as ever, had snuck out of the castle again. Given the colossal city visible behind him, it seemed he had escaped not just the castle, but the entire nation. By now, the castle would surely be in a panic upon realizing his absence.
He had just decided to spend the day relaxing, but having nothing to do quickly became boring, and he grew tired of it. He considered strolling through the city as usual, but having been brought back once, the chances of being spotted by patrolling soldiers were high. So, he decided to venture outside the nation instead. Although various information from different regions reached him through the nation, there were always omissions. About ten years ago, a delay in response due to such an omission had resulted in casualties.
"Well, now that I'm out, where should I go...? Perhaps just wandering wherever the wind takes me would be good. I don't seem to have anything to do, and it might be nice to travel the world again after a long time. It should be fine even if I don't return for a day or two."
It would not be fine at all. While Graciano might have told him to relax, that was only for today. Furthermore, he had no idea that simply being bored would lead him to leave the nation. If the God they worshipped suddenly vanished, the nation's confusion would be immense. Despite eight centuries passing since its founding, his inability to grasp such circumstances suggested a vast difference in values between God and humans.
"...Hmm, the wind is blowing south. Then, let's head south."
Unaware of the potential chaos, the Creator God leisurely began walking across the plain.
The Lake and Rosheeda
"Oh, what a magnificent lake. To think such a place existed here..."
Wandering aimlessly wherever the wind took him, he arrived at a beautiful lakeside, sparkling like jewels under the sunlight filtering through the trees. He had discovered it after following an animal trailâa natural masterpiece. The castle town viewed from above was not bad, but such a landscape also had its own charm.
"Grrrrr..."
"Hm?"
Suddenly, a beast's growl came from behind him. When he turned, a large bear, at least two meters tall, was glaring at him, teeth bared. It seemed he had unknowingly trespassed into its territory.
"My apologies. It seems I have sullied your territory with my presence. I will leave immediatelyâ"
"ROOAARRRR!!"
He apologized and was about to leave, but the bear charged with a roar, giving him no time. A wild bear couldn't harm his body, but he was the one who had broken the rules of the natural world. He couldn't harm living beings for his own selfishness. Just as he was about to retreat, a voice spoke.
"Stop!!"
He turned towards the voice, and there stood a girl, looking at him anxiously. As he wondered why a child was so deep in the forest, he noticed a change in the bear's behavior.
"...The bear stopped?"
The large bear, which had been standing on its hind legs, about to swing its sharp claws, froze instantly. It then turned its back to him and rubbed against the girl.
"I'm glad I made it in time. Are you okay, old man?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Still, it's quite tame, isn't it?"
The girl, with pure white hair cut to her shoulders and wearing a matching white dress, appeared to be in her early teens.
"It's unusual for anyone other than me to come here, so everyone was cautious."
"...Everyone?"
As he tilted his head, the girl looked around. Following her gaze, he saw animals peeking from between the trees, cautiously watching them. He had sensed something was there, but... I see, this lake was their haven, so to speak.
"My apologies, it seems I intruded uninvited."
"No, it's okay, it just startled them a bit, but they weren't bothered. More importantly, I'm sorry about this one. He was just trying to protect everyone in the forest."
"Grrr."
When the girl scolded, "No, don't do that!" the large bear curled its massive body into a small, cowering ball. The surreal sight of the little girl scolding the huge bear brought a smile to his face.
"Hehe, it was my fault, so please don't scold him too much."
"Hmm, if you say so, old man... So? Why are you here alone?"
"Just taking a walk, something like that. And you... um, may I ask your name?"
"Me? My name is Rosheeda. What about you, old man?"
The girl tilted her head charmingly.
ââThat was his encounter with Rosheeda, the girl who would profoundly change his destiny.
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