Dream Life - 485 Lesson 25

The tumultuous year 325 ended and the year 326 dawned.

We celebrated the new year in the village of Natalis on Gilsor Island, but things haven’t changed much since a month ago.

A month ago, on December 11th, I met and talked to Raia Gyneth, the clergyman of the Temple of the Creative God (Creatore), alone. At that time, although I did not reveal that I had come from another world, I told him that Luna had been summoned by the eleven pillars of the gods to seal the gods of nothingness (Vanitas) and requested his cooperation.

But the Chief Cleric didn’t believe my words easily.

Though it is an absurd story, even though it is a cleric who serves Claretor, and I can understand that we cannot welcome him into the back of a temple where only the special can enter.

He has told us that there may be other Lunas coming, and he asks us to cooperate in doing so, but he was also put on hold about it.

For that reason, I immediately rode the suggestion that she wanted to talk to me until she could believe my story. Perhaps you don’t want to hear about it, you want to make sure it’s my people.

It’s not just that, it’s probably making sure that Vanitas isn’t influencing him.

I was not allowed access to the temple, but I was cooperative in other things.

It is clear one after the other that it has been questionable, especially since he has been with Professor Kittry Erbain in every way possible.

First I found out that this temple is called the “Divine Domain”. Although I had anticipated it, I heard that the heavenly gods (frogs) and the eleven other pillars of the gods were also places to visit, and it turns out that I was not wrong.

A month ago, I hung a sickle on the chief cleric saying, “The gods will appear because this place is safe.” At that time, she admits it.

It was also found that Lucio Brillare, the founder of Phototheism, was about to visit the temple.

This is information found from an old journal, but although Brillare visited the village of Natalis to visit the temple, she allegedly left without entering the village.

“Are you saying you couldn’t get into the village?,” the chief cleric shook his head to the side,

“It cannot be forbidden by the temple, nor will it be obstructed by the people of the village. Wouldn’t you have been able to get in if you wanted to?”

“Can’t you think that if you wanted to come in, you couldn’t because it had something to do with Vanitas? Isn’t there something like a bond so you can’t keep dangerous people close to the Divine Zone?

“I’ve never heard of a bond around a village, but you can’t deny the possibility that God did that”

I didn’t clarify why, but I showed an understanding of the hypothesis that I and Mr. Kitley had in mind.

I don’t know about Brillare’s subsequent footsteps, but at least it turns out that it doesn’t just mean something happened at the Temple of Creatore.

And it turns out to be important.

That’s what the Chief Cleric thinks this temple is where it was abandoned by the gods of Creators and Eleven Columns.

He hasn’t clearly said it, but he has repeatedly said that he can no longer hear the gods.

Moreover, the question arose as to whether she might have lived for more than four thousand years.

This is also something we felt as we continued our discussion, but there have been many stories that have made us wonder if we know in real life when ancient civilizations perished.

For example, the previous civilization was destroyed by Vanitas, but in doing so, we hear stories about the clerics of each temple being targeted first and taken in by Vanitas, or about the fact that the gods were angry and distrustful of the clergy.

The material was scattered, he said, and it was an immersive way of speaking, even if I heard it in an oral.

The first thing I felt when I heard that story was like I’d seen it. This is the same impression not only of me, but of Liddy and the others as well.

And there were questions about the priests.

Firstly, the fact that only those of late twenties and mid-thirties are of age. It’s a historic temple, so it’s not strange to have an elderly cleric or a teenage apprentice. But all the clerics we met were of the same age.

He also said they would not use magic, in that Liddy’s standpoint is a high-ranking magician who can use all his attributes.

“It goes as well with the spirits as you do. It’s all eight attributes.”

I asked the clergymen about it, but they only replied, “I don’t use magic (…),” and they don’t mention the point of “usable”.

Thinking about them, the clergy came to the conclusion that they were not only survivors of ancient civilization, but also special beings.

The soul of the researchers who met in the ruins of the Saeum Mountains said that the life expectancy of the ancient civilizations was about the same as that of the elves. If that word is correct, I am assuming that clerics with more longevity than that are not survivors of ancient civilization, but of another race. In fact, the grievances (ghosts) that struck at the ruins ranged from children to old men.

I tried hitting the chief cleric about it, but she didn’t give me a clear answer just to make fun of it.

I have not spoken to Mr Kitley about this. Because I don’t want researchers to hear uncertain reasoning.

On January 9th, the Cleric Chief finally gave me permission to enter the underground temple. Only I was summoned and told about it.

“We talked a lot, and I convinced you that you were the one entrusted with the mission by the gods. We will allow you to enter the underground temple, including Professor Erbain”

And I’m coming to the temple this morning.

Yesterday, when I told Mr. Kitley about it, she said, “Really!” He was so excited to take my hand and dance after shouting. You didn’t wake up to that excitement, your eyes are a little red due to lack of sleep. Even less than yesterday’s date, the tension was still high.

“You finally let me in, in the” Divine Domain ”. Maybe I’ll see God…”

“Right. I wish I could see you,” she replies, “but she hardly heard me.

When I entered the temple, the clergyman waited as usual.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Well, let’s come.”

The Chief Cleric proceeds to the back with a slow foothold.

Turn around where you stood in front of one door,

“Ahead will be the underground temple. Unlike normal spaces, there is no danger”

“What does it mean to be different from normal space?,” Mr. Kitley asked,

“I think I feel a thin membrane-like resistance when entering. It’s like a junction, but a little uncomfortable, no harm done.”

“Does it mean that we are united so that God’s power doesn’t leak,” I hear.

“I don’t think so, but you haven’t asked why”

And slowly opened the door.

The stone staircase leading to the basement reveals itself. Lights are installed at equal intervals, but so deep that you don’t know how long they last.

“Unlike what it looks like, you get to your destination right away. You may also feel uncomfortable at that time.”

As we nodded, the Chief Cleric began to descend the stairs in slow steps.

As I followed her, I felt slight resistance. It was the expression thin membrane, but it was certainly weak enough to feel for a moment, and it also felt like the air quality had just changed.

It seemed infinite, but the door suddenly appeared about thirty seconds down.

“Ahead is the true temple. I think it’s as uncomfortable as it was earlier.”

When the door was opened, it was in a room about ten meters square, with something like an altar in the back. Before that, is it used when praying, or is a carpet-like cloth laid?

“Okay, let’s go in,” the clergyman goes in.

I’m the one leading the way, but I felt slight hesitation. It doesn’t feel like it’s dangerous, but it’s because I felt powerful.

Still, it soon follows the clergyman inside.

There was a stronger discomfort than when I went down the stairs. Because the air inside felt more dense.

I felt nature and spirit calm when I went completely inside. We don’t hear anything but the sound of our own breathing and clothing rubbing, and although there is an atmosphere of Rin, we also feel strongly at peace.

Upon confirmation that everyone had entered, the clergyman began to explain.

“It is an altar dedicated to the claretore. Nothing like an idol in particular.”

On the altar was placed a large demonic crystal stone equivalent to the first degree. It feels like a shrine shrine in Japan, and it doesn’t have beautiful decorations.

“Do you talk to God through this Demonic Stone?,” Mr. Kitley asks.

“No. I have never heard of such an intention. I hear it’s hard to pray for nothing, so I just keep it.”

It’s obvious because there’s no magic formation on the platform, but I certainly don’t feel the power from the Demonic Crystal Stone.

I thought praying to the Demonic Stone was like praying to the dead.

“This is no place to talk, so let’s pray”

So he knelt before the altar, and began praying with his hands together in front of his chest.

Mr. Kitley seems to want to look around a lot, but it is a space where there is nothing but an altar, giving up and starting praying in the same way.

We both knelt down and began to pray.

It was a strange feeling when I meditated on my eyes.

I feel fluffy even though my knees are poking tightly. If I open my eyes, nothing has changed, but when I meditate on my eyes again, I feel the same.

When I get used to that feeling too, I now feel warm from inside my body and relaxed like I’m on a hot spring.

(It feels like I want to do this all the time. I guess it would feel good if I slept like this…)

I was so relaxed, but I heard voices from afar.

“… can you… can you hear me…”

The voice gradually grows louder and unwittingly opens its eyes.

“What!” I shouted to my surprise.

The underground temple had turned into a completely different room. He didn’t even look like the Liddies he was around, but he quickly regained his composure. Because he looked familiar in front of me.

“God of Heaven (Caerm) …”

“Ruri. I have something to tell you, and I asked you to move to another room.”

“Is that what you want to tell me? Does that mean I’m interfering too much?”

If God were to say anything, he was putting on a hit that he would be looking into Vanitas and coming to the Temple of Creatore.

“No, I’m not influential enough to allow Vanitas to act.”

“So what’s it like?”

“The son of the Dark God (Noctis) fell into the hands of those who were manipulated by Vanitas. Trying to get east of Aquila.”

I was shocked by the words and could only say, “Luna has been captured…”

East of Aquila is the land of the demons called “eternal darkness (Kwaedam Tenebre)”.

Kwaedam Tenebre is more than two thousand kilometers away from here. It takes more than two months to travel by boat and horse. Furthermore, the land of the devil tribe has no map, and we have no idea where it will be taken. Chasing after the dark clouds would be impossible to help.

“The Son of the God of Light (Lucidus) is already on his way to salvation. There’s nothing I can do.”

I wondered if I needed to bother telling them even though I couldn’t do anything.

“So why did you come to tell me that?”

“The son of Lucidus and the son of Noctis have already met. I left the rest to them to tell them to watch out for any further interference.”

Apparently, you came to stab me with a nail.

“Isn’t it intrusive to look into it? If I don’t make contact with them, I don’t think it’s a problem.”

“No. The investigation itself did not interfere, but I don’t think it would be satisfactory. You should try to move yourself sooner or later. I came to advise you not to do that.”

“That may be true, but I don’t think I’d interfere if I moved to avoid meeting you,”

Though I’ve tried to tell you, it’s impossible to get information in real time in this world, so I can’t deny the possibility of stumbling into each other.

“Then it is forbidden to enter an empire that bears my name before the fifth month”

“The Empire will also enter Finnish Island. Technically, the city of Aurelia is also an empire…”

“Finis Island is good. Also, it doesn’t matter if it’s not a controlled area”

I somehow figured out what Caerm cared about in that word.

If Luna were to return from Kwaedam Tenebre and head here, he would use Ars Street, Oriental Street. There is also a sea route ahead of Ezarrington, but you will not stop at Gartbrek on Finnish Island.

(Are you still coming to Jill Sole…)

You must be hearing my heart, but the frog won’t say anything.

“Okay. I will keep that promise.”

“Then fine. Allow me to satisfy your curiosity.”

So the frog was about to disappear, so I panic to call it off.

“Please wait. I need to ask you something.”

“Something”

“Twenty years ago, when I showed up in my dreams, there was a word I couldn’t hear. I’m curious about the word that preceded the word” must. ”

“If that’s the word, we have to maintain equilibrium.”

It doesn’t come with a pin when it’s said to maintain equilibrium.

“Is it equilibrium…… what equilibrium must be maintained?

“The world is maintained by our power. The disequilibrium (balance) of its power, that is, it is nothing more than the collapse of the world. Vanitas is trying to upset our balance of power.”

Even the myth of this world assumes that the God of heaven (Caerm), the God of earth (Mons) and the God of man (Wita), the Three Lord God, create the backbone of the world, and that the Eight Attributes God shapes the world.

It is understandable that that imbalance is the collapse of the world.

But I don’t know how to get out of balance.

For example, the god of fire (Ignis) conducts fire and heat, but the question arises as to whether its power can become weaker or stronger.

You conveyed the voice of my heart,

“Our eleven gods exist by the faith of men. The strength of faith makes you strong and weak.”

I somehow understood that explanation.

If you are gaining strength by faith, your strength will be weakened if you let your faith heart be lost. In fact, the Dark God (Noctis), as the God the Demons believe in, rarely prays except when they mourn the dead. I don’t even give a prayer, especially in Luke’s Holy Kingdom, because Light God certifies me as an evil god.

(Think about it, you see why Wita, the God of men, is in the Three Lord God. I couldn’t really understand that people were the backbone of the world, but now it’s neat…)

I have long wondered about the Three Lord God.

When it comes to the elements that make up the world, I wonder if it is not heaven, earth or sea. The god of the sea in this world is Fonce, the god of the water of the Eight Classes God. Greek mythology made me uncomfortable because Zeus, Poseidon and Hades reigned as kings of their respective worlds.

“The sons of Lucidus and Noctis did not summon him to fight Vanitas directly, but to maintain that equilibrium. Most likely face Vanitas in the process.”

Apparently, the mission imposed on the Lunas is to protect the world, that is, to maintain the relationship of the power of the gods in their present state.

“Now, don’t forget your earlier promise. Depending on what you do, you will not only cause great harm to this world, but you will also endanger the lives of the son of Noctis.”

The frog disappeared after stabbing the nail one last time.

Shortly after God disappeared, the surrounding landscape had changed and was returning to the underground temple. Around, I started a clergyman, and the Liddies are praying, but nothing particularly unusual happened.