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A man’s voice echoed from all directions.
At the clear yet strangely resonant sound, the heated battlefield instantly cooled down.
“L-Lord God?”
It seemed this kind of situation was not common. Sirenne showed a flustered expression, then immediately dropped to one knee.
“I apologize for letting it drag on! I will deal with the one who is defiling Your Holiness’s sanctuary at once—!”
“Sirenne. My beloved and only child. I have seen with my own eyes how you exerted yourself for me and for my sanctuary. But this is enough.”
“But, Lord God! This man treated Your Holiness’s sanctuary as nothing more than a target for grave robbing—!”
“That was merely an excuse. That boy came here to meet me, and in order to meet me, he simply teased my beloved child.”
“H-Hey, could you choose your words a bit better…?”
The wording sounded really questionable, so Glen frowned.
Sirenne immediately glared at Glen, blue killing intent flaring in her eyes.
“You wretch…! How dare you speak such blasphemous words before the Lord God who has descended upon the sanctuary!”
Glen let out a dry laugh.
The way she suddenly fixed her manner of speech just because her god was present was quite a sight. Just earlier, she had been cursing him left and right.
“Your crime will be judged right here—!”
“Sirenne.”
At the quiet voice, Sirenne flinched and lowered her head.
“In any case, that boy will not withdraw easily until he achieves his purpose. So open the way and let him pass.”
“…I receive Your Holiness’s command.”
Sirenne bit down hard on her lip.
Only then did Glen put away Ainheria and walk past her.
“Good work. You fought well, though.”
As a bonus, he even lightly patted her shoulder in a carefree well, I had fun kind of tone.
Sirenne’s blue eyes burned with rage, but Glen passed by as if it didn’t matter.
As he moved forward, Sirenne followed behind him, her sharp gaze making the back of his head feel painfully prickly.
Naturally, she didn’t attack him from behind. Though in her mind, she had probably imagined shooting an arrow into the back of his head dozens of times.
‘Either way, I got guided inside, so it worked out.’
As expected, after tormenting Sirenne—the sole follower Mirmias cherished obsessively—the god opened the way and called him in.
There might be retaliation for bullying Sirenne, but a god wasn’t that petty.
After all, he had already seen through the fact that Glen did it to meet him.
Of course, if some real grave robber had come and harassed Sirenne, divine punishment would have struck long ago.
‘At least he knows I’m not that kind of guy. He’s a god, after all.’
Whatever the god’s mindset, what mattered was that Glen was now going to meet the god waiting at the end of this long crystal corridor.
And from here on, he had to negotiate and obtain the hidden piece the god possessed.
At the end of the long crystal corridor was a vast circular chamber known as the Crystal Sanctuary.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and twelve crystal statues surrounded the chamber. Compared to the corridor, the sanctuary was far more magnificent and splendid.
Even a low-ranking god was still a god—he sure built things lavishly.
‘With only one follower, no less.’
Recalling Mirmias’s eccentric and peculiar personality from the original story, Glen slowly shook his head.
“Welcome.”
The voice echoed throughout the sanctuary.
Unlike before, the source of the sound was clear.
At the front of the sanctuary, atop dozens of crystal steps, sat a beautiful crystal throne—and the one seated upon it.
“My beloved child, Sirenne. And the son of Miniss and Nox.”
Transparent, crystal-like hair shining brilliantly, eyes of the same color, and a beautiful man dressed in relatively simple white robes.
The god of crystal and mirrors.
Mirmias, who had descended upon the mortal world, looked down at Sirenne and Glen with a gentle, benevolent smile.
Step—
Sirenne moved ahead of Glen, stopped below the steps, knelt on one knee, and bowed her head.
“I greet You, Lord God.”
So different from her cold first impression, Sirenne now looked deeply reverent.
Mirmias gazed at her with warm eyes.
“Ha… how can you be this beautiful?”
With a shamelessly light tone, he instantly shattered the sacred, solemn atmosphere he had built up.
“Whoever chose you really had good taste. Don’t you think so too?”
“Y-Yes… Since You chose me, Lord God, I do not believe it could be wrong.”
Agreeing that she was beautiful, Sirenne’s face flushed with embarrassment.
Mirmias looked at her with an expression that clearly said he found her unbearably adorable.
It was supposed to be a sacred scene of divine favor, but Glen could only watch with a face like he had bitten into something unpleasant.
“More importantly, Lord God.”
With a cough, Sirenne shifted the mood. Only then did Mirmias turn his gaze to Glen.
“Ah, right. You were here too.”
“I am Glen Wordsworth, a follower of Miniss, the god of light and the sun. I greet Mirmias, god of crystal and mirrors.”
Even if he was a low-ranking god, a god was still a god.
Glen bowed his head with proper respect.
“As expected of Miniss’s son, you at least know basic manners. Just don’t say that in front of Nox.”
“…I will keep that in mind.”
‘Definitely a god.’
Seeing that Glen possessed both holy power and demonic power, Mirmias seemed to think the breath of both gods rested upon him.
It was because of Glen’s unique potential, but Mirmias wasn’t wrong either.
‘Having both holy and demonic power did mean I belonged to both sides.’
He wasn’t omniscient, but he was still a god, so he instantly noticed Glen’s holy and demonic energies.
“Anyway, if you’re a Wordsworth, you must have come quite a long way by human standards just to meet me. But before that, there’s something we should address first, isn’t there?”
Mirmias glanced briefly at Sirenne, his eyes turning serious.
“The price for tormenting my one and only cherished follower.”
