A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

Meanwhile, at Table Mountain.

"I kill the king and I die too!"

Hysterically rampaging was the goddess of cure, Milia.

Although not a remarkable goddess of healing, Ronin, the sword god, did not understand his feelings.

However, if this goddess breaks out, Ronin will have to play a role.

Either one always cuts first, but at the top of the list, Milia cuts first. Be emotional.

Although it is a detrimental role, she is poisoned and draws the goddess' attention.

"Cool, thick makeup. Gods are forbidden to interfere on the ground."

"Who is the thick makeup bus!"

Milia's spin kicks fly, but dodge with a piece of paper, says Ronin.

"Interference is more interesting"

"I know that one hundred times. I'm not doing God longer than you."

"If it's a flail, let's get rid of it."

"I can't do this, I want to see the king's brain plasma."

"So don't say fuss"

Milia stares at Ronin with tears and grudges.

"... What are you doing as an adult? Is it OK? Will Will be a child in this state?"

"I'm not alone. I'm a king. I'm a royal."

"It's the same, if it's no longer our child, whether it's a king or a beggar, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter. We're not originally connected to blood."

"What a sad man"

"That's right, we're parents and kids if we weren't connected with blood. It won't be replaced."

Miria who sniffs her nose. Apparently, he admitted it was correct.

However, blow up your nose with Ronin's clothing sleeve to get upset. Sounds like a goddess.

Ronin was amazed, but another person took notice.

――No, he also scolds Ronin.

The magic god Vandal says.

"Yeah, fly in May! I've come to my room from a while ago

I'm not a couple! An old magician who does not give a chance to fight back with.

"You've been arguing a while ago, but you're doing something futile based on information from a few days ago."

The information a few days ago refers to the recent state of Will, as seen by the gods in this room.

Surely then, Will, is the king's deceased, a royal family? The situation was deeply suspected of .

Earlier, it was decided that the information transmitted from the crystal palace of Vandal would reinforce it.

Will grabs the king's hand and sends a message to the gods, saying "Dad".

Looking at the video alone, it seems that Will is a child of the king and suggests that he may be a royal family, but Vandal knew the essence of things.

Still, Milia says, but Vandal sighs and supplements.

"... Be assured, Milia, Will is not a royal family."

"... I'm a lie. I wasn't a king's child. I'm sure he'll be a child of them."

"Let's say it's not. Or you, don't you remember when you were a kid?"

"I remember from one to ten. I can remember the day when Will laughed for the first time, the day she first cried, the day she first stood, and the date."

"If so, do you remember that Will has no star-shaped mole on his right shoulder?"

For the first time in that word Milia,

"Ah……"

He looked surprised.

"It looks like you remember that face."

"That's right. I was with Will, counting the moles on her whole body."

"One-sided"

Ronin supplements with.

But, Ronin touches the stubble chin.

"Well, why did Will's become a King's child?"

Ronin is seriously worried, but Milia also puts a question mark above her head.

Seeing that, Vandal said, stunned.

"Are you really a god, I don't think your brain is jammed"

"If you say so much, you can explain Will's actions."

"It's obvious. Who do you think I am?"

"Wandal, the magic god?"

"Wrong"

The old man said that he would shake his head slowly.

"I'm Will's father."

He asserted that he was the son of the gods, not the king.

Will monitors the king's death.

Two girls behind them.

The blind shrine maiden Luna Maria is the tree hero Anastasia.

Anastasia clears the evildoers along the way and comes to the king's bedroom.

He saw the king called in heaven and the boy watching over him.

A member of the Knights, a subordinate, tries to approach the king, but Anastasia gently stops.

The members of the Knights of the Guard swiftly nod.

"--It was imprudent. It seems that your Majesty, the Father, was upset by being slain."

He cuts a cross to God and prays.

"--Her Majesty suffered from illness, but it was good to see my son at the end."

When the Knights of the Guards said so, Anastasia said so without changing her expression.

"... Yeah, I'm glad I met 'Son'"

Luna Maria who heard the word comes.

She asks a question.

"... Anastasia, haven't you told the truth yet to your subordinates?"

"... well"

Anastasia answers. A member of the Knights of the Guards asks strangely.

"What do you mean?-What are you talking about?"

The answer was not Luna Maria, but Anastasia.

"What Luna Maria wants to say is that Will is not a child of the king."

"What !?"

The Knights of the Guards with a startling look.

"What do you mean? Wasn't the mirror of truth that William turned out to be William?"

Anastasia shakes his head.

"The other way around, the mirror of truth proved that Will was not a child of His Majesty."

"That's it."

"Truth.-Well, I don't care about it.

Luna Maria nods, and she supplements.

"--The King was not so, so Will would have lied at the very last moment. He removed the long-standing whirlwind from his impending death and sent him out to heaven. is"

"In other words, Will gave his King a 'soft lie' to save his heart."

"Yes, yes. Will is a very kind person."

The two nodded at the same time, but did not continue, "What is the true prince?

Now, in this place, or in the future, the most important thing is that there is a kind boy like Will in this world.

He was to stand in the good camp and wield his sword.

It promises a glorious future for this country.

The king's symbol of the king died, but neither Luna Maria nor Anastasia were pessimistic.

As long as there was a boy named Will, I thought that this world would not be evil.

And perhaps the inference is correct.

It was unquestionable for everyone here.