It’s not like there was no limit to the number of new things she could create.
If order and reason were to be maintained for this world to be as we knew it, something had to be lost in order to gain some other thing.
“Perform one great miracle, and another one will be lost. Create something new, and something else is destroyed. In most cases, all the Goddess of Creation Militia could do was watch over the world and hope. Hope that this already existing world goes on a gentle path.” (Anos)
Misha pondered and spoke up
“Was it for the best that she did nothing?” (Misha)
“I guess so. The power of a god is the very order and rules of this world themselves. Therefore, if they performed miracles, their own orders would be distorted. Those distortions befall the people of this world in the form of chaos. Even so, many other gods have used their powers that way, regardless, but Militia never did.” (Anos)
The Goddess of Creation feared that by performing miracles, she would distort her own order.
And if the order of creation was distorted, the impact on the world would be monumental.
Which is why Militia couldn’t do anything.
Doing nothing was the best she could manage.
“I made a promise to her.” (Anos)
“What kind of promise?” (Misha)
“That if the gods ever bring uncontrollable tragedy and chaos, I will destroy them.” (Anos)
Misha giggled at that.
“You’re kind.” (Anos)
“It’s a tall order, though. I wanted to show that kind, compassionate, and praiseworthy goddess, no matter what, that neither this world she created, nor I who was born in it, would ever lose to something like chaos.” (Anos)
I wanted to prove to her that the world she created was kind.
And it was precisely because I wasn’t a god that I could do it.
“That’s why you built the wall?” (Misha)
“That’s one of the reasons. I wanted peace too.” (Anos)
Misha quietly cocked her head and rested it on my shoulder.
“Has the world become more peaceful?” (Misha)
“More than in the past. But apparently, it’s still not enough.” (Anos)
As she leaned on me, Misha hazily glanced at the window.
The light of the sunset illuminated the interior of the tower.
We rested for some time while gazing at the sunset, waiting for the time to pass.
Eventually, the sun set completely, and the moon illuminated the ground.
A dim, cold light fell into the tower.
“It’s time.” (Anos)
Misha and I stood up and stared at the wall.
Through the enchanted window, the reflected moonlight illuminated the writing on the wall.
At that moment, the inscriptions began to change.
To the Demon King Anos.
The Conflagration King Eldmed
Is in the cemetery hall dedicated to the war dead.
The door can be opened via the Rotten Death spell.
O kind-hearted Demon King
who continued to fight until he was called tyrannical,
I pray for peace to come in your future.
I will always be by your side,
Watching over you.
Until the end,
“…Strange…” Misha uttered while staring dumbfounded at the letters on the wall.
“No one could’ve written this unless they knew you used …” (Misha)
“In all likelihood, it was Militia who wrote this. She watches over the world. So she must’ve noticed that we traveled from the present to this time period using .” (Anos)
“And the Abolisher of Reason…?” (Misha)
“Militia must’ve been the one who left it here for me, but I doubt it. Even if she’s a goddess, she’s not omnipotent. I thought it was impossible for the Goddess of Creation to control Venuzdonoa, which possesses the power of the Goddess of Destruction, but…” (Anos)
On the other hand, it’s not like I knew everything about gods.
At the very least, I was convinced that no one but the Goddess of Creation could’ve sent me this message.
Nor would they have any reason to.
“The Goddess of Creation isn’t here?” (Misha)
“No. But if she’s in Delsgade, and she knows about me using , then she’ll probably come to see me. By nature, gods would descend upon earth according to their own order. If she can’t come to see me, then she must be in the divine realm right now.” (Anos)
“…Are you feeling down?” (Misha)
Misha asked me a strange question.
“Why do you ask?” (Anos)
She thought for a moment, then answered.
“That’s the impression I got.” (Misha)
“Nothing would’ve made me happier than to meet an old friend, but she left me more than enough parting gifts. It would be sinful of me to ask for more.” (Anos)
The Abolisher of Reason, and Eldmed’s whereabouts. Although, I wasn’t sure if the former did come from her.
In any case, I accepted her feelings.
“Let’s go.” (Anos)
Using , I shrunk my body back into that of a six-year-old, and put on clothes of the appropriate size.