episode_0209

“Huheouh… Huhuhuh….”

After the rebellion, he ran away from Stella, who seemed satisfied and let him go, and returned to the underworld.

The body was obviously resting here, but it was extremely tired, as if it had been an intense workout.

“Are you okay? It seemed like my health was getting worse in real time.”

Unlike the long time spent above, the time in the lower world had not passed, so Wayne looked at me curiously.

“Uh, well… I sparred with Stella for a while.”

There’s almost nothing in common other than the fact that it’s an act of draining each other’s power, but I couldn’t say it honestly, so I expressed it in an indirect way.

“No matter how intense the sparring was… go in and rest.”

“Huh? huh. okay. Thank you.”

I feel guilty for receiving consideration. I went into my room and sorted out the situation, feeling ‘tired’ for the first time in a long time.

‘Akasha… I don’t know for a hundred years, but at least she won’t be able to come out until Arjen regains his strength.’

Since he said it was 100 years, I thought it would be at least half of that, 50 years.

Of course, as Stella said, you can’t let down your guard, so you had to think about the possibility that Akasha might show up right away.

‘But that guy has more pressing things to do than kicking me.’

This time, I was once again defeated by Stella. Of course, it was Akasha’s skill that caused Stella to be ejected for targeting Orha, but she also had to endure considerable damage.

Above all, such a number was possible because this is the lower world, but in the universe it would be impossible.

Akasha, who is greedy for faith, will definitely attack the gods himself, and eventually he will have to keep turning the altar.

If that’s the case, you won’t have time to chase me for at least a few decades. In the meantime, what I would do was naturally decided.

‘You need to increase your faith.’

This is what I felt after receiving new faith from the dwarves, and I felt like I would never be defeated by Akasha if I had faith that was more than enough and overflowing.

Since it is such an almost omnipotent power, Prinia must have been wary of the altar that blocked its source itself.

Even now, we are still fulfilling the prayers of people who come to us whenever we have time.

Couples who are infertile from the Earth’s perspective.

In other words, efforts are being made to help couples who can no longer have children naturally to have children.

To those who know it, there is no miracle greater than this, but from the perspective of those who prayed, the miracle cannot help but be felt indirectly.

Even if the child who had not been born no matter how hard one tried was born through prayer, it was not as if I would personally appear and give a blessing.

Therefore, faith also comes in lightly. Of course, faith alone is enough to exist as a god.

However, the faith that came to the dwarves was qualitatively different from that. A much purer faith is coming in.

This is because I personally went out of my way to protect their village from the dragon.

Also, interestingly, the Earth’s whiskey manufacturing method, which I learned through Kaela, also created a belief that was comparable to that.

Since the new alcohol tastes so good, from the perspective of the drunkards, I have literally become the god of alcohol and ecstasy. Long live Scotland.

“…Now is not the time to save on recipes.”

From the optimal ripening period according to climatic conditions to the mash bill, there was a lot of know-how that had not yet been revealed to the dwarves.

If you have 40 years, you can reproduce any whiskey. Everyone here is a dwarf, so building a distillery is no problem.

That’s how selling whiskey for my faith began. It’s a bonus that all the dwarves were so happy when I told them this story.

First year. A distillery was built. In this area of mixed mines and real mountains, with few rivers, valleys, or lakes, the location for the distillery was quickly decided.

Three years later, the first whiskey made by the dwarves was completed. Perhaps because it was not aged well, it had a strong alcoholic scent, but the dwarves said it was good and drank it.

After five more years, the Red Diamond, the main reason I came here, was discovered. They said it would be found quickly, but it took a whopping 9 years.

After an additional 7 years, the ring I had envisioned was completed and a truly edible Scotch whiskey was born.

I didn’t know it would take 7 years to make the ring. From what I heard, the best craftsmen put their all into co-producing it for me.

Even though it was just one ring, the craftsmanship of the dwarves was amazing.

In fact, the dwarves were even more amazed by the taste of the whiskey produced at the same time.

Whiskey and a ring were born into the world at the same time. Shamefully, the whiskey was named ‘Confession of God’.

This was the result of the dwarves pushing for a change even though they had told them to change it since it was a name that was only suitable for alcohol like rum.

That’s stupid. They don’t know that the moment Arjen finds out that the drink is named that way, their chance to drink it will disappear forever.

Arjen would have bought them all even if he had to give them a thousand gold… Well, wouldn’t it be their karma?

After 14 more years, it has reached a point where the dwarves change the recipe and make various drinks without me having to tell them.

I have been planning a proposal to Arjen. Actually, the planning was finished quickly, and I just practiced the song I would sing when confessing.

A whiskey called ‘Serenade’ was created after a dwarf caught him singing for no reason.

Alcohol that cannot be consumed has been added. It’s like working hard to make a drink and then making the wrong name, so it’s all in vain. You idiots.

After 15 more years, the dwarves’ navigational abilities had improved to the point where I no longer needed to be here, and their faith in me had grown greatly.

It was difficult to practice how to use my strength to adapt to the ever-increasing faith, but at least now I am confident that I can properly deal with Akasha.

Of course, when he appears again, he will come with unexpected means, so I can’t afford to take my time.

A total of 45 years have passed since defeating Akasha. It has been 48 years since Arjen became pregnant. I quickly sensed that the moment to leave had come.

When I quietly called the elder of the dwarven village and conveyed my intentions, the dwarves were sad but happily let me go, telling me to come back at any time.

45 years is not a short time even for dwarves. The only thing that hasn’t changed at all is me and Wayne. And Orha was sleeping peacefully.

The fact that Orha, who originally should have aged over time, remained the same meant that Araz was still using his strength.

After parting ways with the dwarves, I went to Araz separately to express my gratitude.

“What, human… no, god.”

“I came to express my gratitude. Who would have thought that for 45 years, I would really not do anything for Orha.”

“Hmph. Dragons don’t repeat words. Since you came here, did you find a solution?”

“Actually, there was already a solution. It’s just that we haven’t been able to resolve it for some reason.”

“I see. So you’ve been hitting on the dwarven village until now.”

“What is it? He looks somewhat disappointed.”

“No. I thought you were protecting the dwarf village for me, who couldn’t move again.”

“Aha. Then I shouldn’t have told you.”

“That’s it. Anyway, the fact that you came to me now means that I don’t have much time left to stay locked up like this, right?”

“Yes.”

I handed him a tool called a resonance stone that was given to me by the dwarves.

“It is a stone called Gongmyeongseok. If one stone breaks, the other stone breaks equally no matter where it is. When the time comes, I will break the stones I have.”

“Hmm. Then, after this rock breaks, I can unlock the ability.”

“That’s right. I’m really going now.”

It didn’t start out well, but by the end, we had a good relationship with Araj.

When fighting Akasha, I also learned how much he values the dwarven village.

Now that I think about it, I still have something left to say.

“Don’t bother the dwarves too much. Because now they are believers who send their faith to me.”

“Che, I got it.”

“And don’t do something stupid like banning alcohol. To them, alcohol is a medicine that brings ecstasy and inspiration, not a poison that ruins their work.”

“Okay, so I can go quickly. Tsk, it’s unmanly and difficult to break up.”

After that conversation, I began my journey to Eletrobe.

It was like a hometown that I returned to after a long time.

Of course, there was still time left. About 2 years. No one could enter the lair until Arjen laid an egg.

Therefore, Wayne and I headed to Plane first. I should have reported Saint Orha’s condition a long time ago, but it was too late.

“Hero…? And, you are Eugene……”

The Pope, whom I had not seen in a long time, had aged dramatically. Still, it was fortunate that the Pope did not change.

If he had not become pope at a very young age, in his 30s, 45 years would have been enough time for a generational change in the pope.

“You’re still the Pope.”

The Pope smiled broadly at Wayne’s question.

“Hehe… I was planning on doing it until this year. Perhaps because the world was peaceful, the believers held on to this old man and would not let him go.”

“You haven’t corrected it yet.”

“Even the hero said that… But, I thought there were three of them when they left…”

The Pope hinted at Orha’s story. I revealed our whereabouts in detail without hiding anything.

“Hehe… I see, the saint… You all took truly great steps.”

As the Pope said that, he took out a ring from his pocket and handed it to me.

“Is this… the ring of Venus?”

A sign of sainthood. This is the highest praise the Pope can give to someone who has performed something that can be called a miracle twice.

Since it is nearly impossible to perform a miracle twice in one’s life, it is actually an item only handed down to those who have been martyred.

In fact, I’m the only one alive who has this. Orha became the second living saint in history.

“Being appointed as a saint by Stella is itself a miracle, and exercising her ministry to bring God down to this earth is a miracle that cannot be compared.”

The Pope himself lists the miracles performed by the saint. It was revealed that this was a full-fledged appointment ceremony.

“Also, the virtue of ‘dedication’ that has purified countless corrupt facilities that exist in the world… When the saint wakes up, please give her this ring.”

“Okay.”

“And if possible, I would like to keep the saint in Plane for about a year and hold a funeral ceremony…”

A funeral is a ceremony held for a dead person. It looked like the Pope was going to announce to the public that the saint no longer existed.

In other words, it also meant that Orha would no longer be forced to perform her duties as a saint.

I told Orha that I would try to negotiate a compromise with the Pope myself, but she was given freedom without any need for that.

There was still time left until I met Arjen. Spending a year at Plane seemed like a perfect fit.

After being erased from the world for a year, the time has come.

I crossed over Eletrobe and entered the green land. It was quick to reach Argen’s Lair.

Even after 50 years, I felt like my eyes were watering at the sight of the surrounding scenery that I had never forgotten.

After arriving at Lair, I had a crazy desire to see Arjen.

“It won’t work. Wayne. I have to go first.”

“Hehe, I can’t stop you. okay. Go first.”

I left Orha and the carriage to Wayne and rushed out to Lair in an instant.

50 years ago, there was a barrier at the entrance of the lair that seemed resistant to any external force, but now there is no such thing.

After entering the rare, I moved even faster.

Perhaps it was because it had been a while since I had come, or perhaps it was because I wanted to see Arjen, but the road to Arjen’s room felt long for no reason.

“Arjen!”

I burst open the door.

There, the face I had longed to see for so long was looking at me, holding two eggs the size of a human body in its arms.

A gentle smile. She also smiled at me.

“I’ve been there… Arzen.”

“Welcome, Eugene.”

The 50 years that had not flowed by like crazy were suddenly forgotten, and it felt like time was moving again.