I really thought about it a lot, but I couldn’t play a gura in front of the divinity of one race, so the result of telling the truth was much more favorable than I expected.
The overall mood is that mortals are the problem, and what’s wrong with the gods who want to look down on them. I don’t know if the war was declared in the name of the demon god, but it doesn’t matter because the demon king stepped in?
The story seemed obvious at first glance, but it was very foreign, so I urgently asked the priest who brought it up.
“Wasn’t the Demon God foretelling the Demon King just as the Ete of Light fortook the hero?”
“Of course. The existence that the gods directly determine is always the hero or the great warrior. The same goes for demons. A demon king is a demon king, and a warrior is a warrior. Just like the king and the warrior are separate.”
It was an extremely simple logic and obvious story, so I had to feel like I was beaten in the back of the head.
Based on the memories of the previous life and the current situation, I lived naturally thinking that it was the composition of the hero and the demon king in the story, but in fact, it was no different from the story that it was not.
Even the other elves who listened to the story responded as if it were only the priest of the World Tree’s thoughts.
“So, are you saying that the demon king is just a strong demon tribe?”
“That’s right. He is literally the king of the demons. Due to the nature of the species, the demons are beings whose individual strength is comparable to that of a dragon, but that does not mean that they have received fortunes or blessings from demons. Oh, of course, such cases are not unheard of, but I mean, it wasn’t necessarily like that.”
“Then… why does the hero appear and why does the Demon King declare war on the human race?”
To my question, the priest opened his eyes wide and answered slowly as if he had heard a really unexpected question.
“That’s right… A hero is a divination to save the human race from danger because the Ete of Light has mercy on them, and war…isn’t that what it used to be? It’s not really only targeting the human race. It was just that the human nation was there first on the way forward.”
I had to feel my eyes go round when I saw the priest reacting as if he were seeing someone asking why 1+1 is 2. What’s even more surprising is that it’s not incorrect.
That’s right. That’s what war is all about. It was so large that I firmly believed that there must be some other reason.
But… So the long war is really just a war of conquest? All the wars that have been repeated countless times in the history of humans and demons? That’s why the oracle also said, ‘We will drive out the demon king and bring stability to mankind.’ was it?
At the moment when I was about to twist my eyebrows at the story that the great war, which I thought was a matter of life and death, might actually be just a simple world war, the priest added an explanation.
“Of course, we also do not know the exact reason why the demon king is causing the war. The demons may have records, but they do not have frequent exchanges. But we know that all demon kings did not start a war. Even for the Demon King of the Great Age, exchanges with all races were greatly encouraged, and there were results, even though the goal of emotion was not completely resolved.”
As history has gone by, so is the present. To sum up the priest’s story, it was like that.
In one era, the hero of Lubiska, in another era, the warrior of the fire and anvil of Bazkal served by the dwarves, and in another era, the child of the World Tree faced the threat of the continent and restored peace.
A warrior established a kingdom, a warrior disappeared, a warrior took off for peace with the demon king, and a warrior defeated the demon king and suppressed the demon tribe, but was punished by the demon warrior.
“I’m not saying to just accept everything aloof, but in the end, it’s a mortal life that’s nothing special in the big circle… I think.”
Maybe it’s just Jangsaengjong’s point of view, but it wasn’t a story that could be ignored, so I quietly nodded my head.
Then the priest smiled softly and continued.
“I too am not a sage who knows everything, but a mere priest. The story just now is simply a chatter based on what I have seen and experienced. This can also be called an opportunity, so through this prayer, the question you have Why don’t you ask the World Tree? It might not give you an answer, but it might give you a clue.”
The prayer that I was going to post for the purpose of simple greeting suddenly came to a purpose… but it was not a bad opinion.
“…please.”
I didn’t ask the obvious question if I was okay with such a selfish prayer. Because prayer is accompanied by a desire to seek answers. The priest also nodded as if he was satisfied with my answer and gestured inward.
It was a bit awkward for all the elves around me to respond and cheer for my answer, which was no different from preparing for a prayer in earnest, but first I followed the priest to the altar in the temple.
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It was an expected result to some extent, but the prayers of the elves did not require a high level of posture or great penance.
It just requires a level of concentration and mindset comparable to those in the priesthood receiving blessings or revelations. Of course, that’s difficult.
To put it simply, it is like meditation in a previous life. It could be a Buddhist meditation.
If you say it like this, you may think that it is difficult, but it is not as easy as it sounds to empty your thoughts and push away distractions while maintaining concentration enough to hear the voice of God immediately if God wants it.
Concentrating to the limit and reaching the point where all senses disappear and only the inner state is recognized is the ‘prayer’ that the elves say is the most basic, but personally, it seemed easier to slow down time at the crossroads of life and death. .
After going through a process similar to being tested on etiquette before meeting the king several times, when it was time for him to come up with a posture that he thought was okay, the priest who introduced himself as Hias nodded his head with a gentle smile
. Let’s look up.”
The simplest posture is to put your equipment down on one side, wear as light as possible, kneel down, and put your hands together. The prayers of the elves, which continued from the beginning of the prayer method, without putting on a little flesh.
He sat down in front of the altar Hias had shown him, took a posture, closed his eyes, and began to recite a prayer in the language of the elves. The prayers that were sung in a low, low-pitched voice made people sleepy by themselves, but… I couldn’t sleep on the subject I said I would voluntarily pray for, so I concentrated my mind as much as possible.
In fact, the words were easy, so I had already practiced for more than four hours several times, so just correcting my posture was tiring and tiring. Strengthening one’s body with magical powers while praying was ridiculous, so it was the result of enduring by using one’s stamina.
As is often said, it was a state of ‘out of energy and out of spirit’, but apart from that, concentration was much easier.
And soon after, I experienced a phenomenon where my eyes went white even though I closed them.
What you feel at the same time is the intense glare and floating feeling as if you were falling from the sky. I don’t know anything else, but this was certain because I often jumped from the flying dragon. Even so, the reason I was able to maintain my posture was not because I was smart, but because I was simply unable to move.
As if being pressed by scissors.
Well, it’s clear that I’m accepting God, but comparing it to a ghost might have been a bit harsh, but that’s the metaphor that comes to mind, so I can’t help
it …
.
“Huh?!”
Unknowingly, my closed eyes flashed open, and I jumped up, shaking my arms and legs.
No, I was mistaken that it happened. I was just in the posture of praying, with my eyes wide open and my head raised.
Is it true that consciousness… was blown away? I’m sure I thought everything was clear until just now, but in an instant, it became a situation where I didn’t know what was what.
“Gwa, are you okay?”
Hias hurriedly approached me and looked at my complexion. When I came to my senses, not only him, but also other elves around me were looking at me with a look of surprise. Judging by the fact that I did not notice their approach, I must have maintained my prayers well up to a point.
“Oh, sorry. I think I was distracted for a moment.”
It was a bit embarrassing because there were so many people watching, but when he answered with a smile, not only Hias, but all the other elves opened their eyes even wider in surprise.
“Wait a minute? Two days have passed!”
“…yes?”
“Look at your body!”
I looked down to see what kind of bad joke this was…
“Roots…?”
Small tree roots were entangled in my body, holding me firmly in place. Judging by the color, it was clear that it belonged to the World Tree. It was only then that I realized that I hadn’t just held my head up with superhuman patience.
It just couldn’t move because of the roots. I’m still giving it strength, but it doesn’t show any signs of moving.
“How do I solve this?”
I gazed at the pure white roots that were firmly fixed even with my two hands tightly folded together, then raised my head and asked a question.
“It’s roots have gone down a lot since before you opened your eyes. Originally, it went all the way up to your face. I think it will disappear naturally as time goes on like this.”
I was dumbfounded as well.
I thought it was only tens of seconds, not a few minutes, but two days? There is a certain degree to the legend that time passes differently in the country of fairies. Fortunately, as Hias said, the roots were rapidly sinking to the ground.
“…do you know what this is?”
Only after my hands were free did I notice that something was gripped in my grasp. If it was true that two days had passed, I moved my slightly sore hand and checked my palm, and there was a white seed with a very weak light pink color placed there.
“This… is a seed that falls from the bud of the World Tree.”
“…the seed of the world tree?”
“Ah, it’s a little different. The world tree doesn’t grow when you plant it. Normally, it doesn’t even leave a shape like this. By the time it lands on the ground, it disappears like pollen scattering.”
“That means…”
Hias confirmed while nodding his head with a serious face while feeling a slight dizziness.
“It means that the World Tree gave it to me directly. I don’t know what the intention was.”
Yem disease.
I think the intention is the most important, but it’s a big deal that I don’t know.
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