Manowa

◎ City Central Arena Top Spectator Room in Lisalekt

"Chihuahua. I've been called."

The sound of the wind enters the most spectacular audience room in this arena, as if it were a student who had been summoned to the Student Guidance Room and eaten. It's a room like the one used mainly by the royal marquis, where only VIPs during the VIP are allowed to enter.

But only one child was there. I was just sitting on the couch alone waiting for the wind to sound.

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Windy Sound."

That said, the child urged him to invite wind noises to sit on the couch opposite him with himself.

"Uh-uh. Sorry to bother you."

There is no wind noise or particular rebellion, and I sit in that seat and see a godlike figure.

"You're God?

"Yes, I say Norman. We are gods of this land of Heyvern."

Though the boy who speaks so has some ambition, he looked like a normal boy.

(Hmm, I feel like I'm just a kid. Doesn't it look real? Well, I'm also the one who left them inviting me to do that)

That was after the wind noise won the semifinals. A receptionist from the Adventurer's Guild came all the way to the wind noise and said that God was calling this great martial arts club to see. Honestly, I had a strong feeling that it was frigid, but it's hard to think that the person calling through the Adventurer's Guild is a fraud.

So for one thing, I accepted. And I came to see him after the bowflower game because the time to see him was convenient.

"You look suspicious... Surely all the players unfamiliar with these forms of God will react like that every time."

Norman said that to the wind with an emotionless look.

"You know about us."

"Because it's God."

"Mm."

"And I've seen your brother before. That's a good boy."

It was frigid. To be honest, it was frigid. It's also frigid to call Naoki a good boy. But Naoki, who doesn't know the sound of the wind, is usually a good boy. It's only weird in front of my sister. But the sound of the wind is my sister, so I don't know such a fact. When I was dating, bowflowers were beta praising straight trees, and I was shivering at the blindness addition and subtraction of the maiden I fell in love with, and the bowflower stupidity after the debacle said, "Right?" He was restating and returning the certainty of his perception. Well, it's hard to add or subtract a teaspoon because he's also a cute little brother because he's a badly made idiot for wind noise.

"Fair enough. I know what you're thinking."

The wind sounded slightly outraged at the words. Because I thought they said "I know" that my brother was stupid and poorly made. It was naturally irrational anger because it was the word Norman returned in the sense that he also found himself frigid. And Norman ignores and proceeds to talk about whether or not he knows how to sound like that.

"I just decided to meet you like this because I wanted to save you the trouble."

"When you say labor?

The wind sounds contemplate the meaning of the word and ask carefully. The dialogue of the first person to bring the kindness of the outfit is still frigid.

"You would have thought to come into contact with us soon."

"Mmm, right."

The feeling of being spotted has been there for some time, but if it is really spotted, there is no point in rebelling. It is true that the wind sounds were intended to meet those who are called gods, and that is what they were planning to do.

"Tomorrow I will disappear from this land. And if you miss this opportunity today, you won't see many other gods, so it's long before you ask questions. So if you want to ask me something, I think you should ask me today."

(Goes away tomorrow? Well, the tournament's over. Right, I'll be home soon)

Yes, I think the wind sounds. But there are a number of questions that I would like to ask, but there are some things that I need to ask you before I do.

"Uh, is that a good thing to ask a bunch of questions?

"If it's something you can answer with this body"

Apparently the question itself was unlimited in number. I wondered what I would do if the current question told me to end it or something, but that didn't happen.

"Bye, hmm. Right."

The wind sounds like the first thing I was going to hear when I met him for now.

"First of all, is it God who brought us into this world?

"Ladies and gentlemen, you're going to hear that," Norman says to the wind noise question.

"To do that, first answer this question, and then I asked you. Are you sure?

The question was returned with a question.

"Fine, what?

"First of all, did you throw the cat away before you came here and let him escape outside the room without killing the spider?

"No, you didn't."

I didn't see the throwaway cat and the spider ran away. I mean, I was afraid to touch it, so I said, "I got away -" and I missed going under the bed.

"So do you remember Odysan in a narrow mood or rushing to help her sisters?

"None"

Even if a stranger speaks to you, you won't follow. Not really. Brick? Who's that?

"Have you ever clicked an ad banner on a suicide site or been slapped by a relative with a hammer?

"Without."

I haven't been cornered enough to have to look at a suicide site and I don't have a DV creepy cousin. So much so that my brother steals his pants.

"So have you ever been towed by a truck or plowed by a tractor?

I don't know what that means.

Refreshing. Did some people have such miserable eyes as being plowed? He's a solid situation thriller. It's a horrible story.

"That doesn't mean that the planet is a popular spot, so it's not hard to reborn, or if it's in another world, it's reborn with service."

"Yeah."

I don't remember from after I was playing the game in the first place until I got here.

"Well, I guess God didn't call you."

"Why not!

I couldn't help but notice the wind. It was a question that seemed partly divinely unrelated, but irrelevant.

"Whatever you say, we're not basically like that, or we can't deny that there's another god."

"Tell me it's different from the beginning."

"I'm just kidding."

Norman did not change his complexion at all to the words of the wind sound so he returned.

"Well, I can only say that you don't know as far as I can answer."

"Even though it's God?

Norman shook his head sideways at the question of the wind sound.

"When I say God, I'm just a part of it. It's like a witch who connects the existence of God with man. I have no power whatsoever."

When they say witch, they don't really understand the existence of the boy in front of them. So I think the wind sounds that people are speaking for God's word......

"God, aren't you?

But Norman also shook his head to the side of the question.

"No, that's not a mistake. It means it's part of it. The composition of this body is identical to that of a human being, but it was also not born of a mother. In your words, I am a communication tool that connects God with men. A human-shaped interface, or translator, created by God to interact with people. Elsewhere, they called you communicators, terminals, etc."

The wind roars at that Norman explanation. I mean, it's in human form and it's made the same way as humans, but it seems to be a device for conversing with humans made by God.

"Uh, when I say interface, it's like a smartphone screen?

to the words of the wind. Now Norman's neck moved vertically. And I also found out that you seem to know the word smartphone.

"Yeah, it's similar to what you guys call a window. Because conversations and disputes have to be on the same level. The direct interaction between superior and inferior beings can probably only be coercive."

But as Norman put it, the wind whispered his eyebrows.

"It sounds like they're saying they're special in their own way."

"I'm sorry if I offended you."

Norman honestly apologizes for guessing from the look of the wind noise, but then says "but".

"God is already something separate from what people are. God is the very system that runs this world, and self-perception is far too far apart in man and God. That's why you need to be like me."

The sound of the wind is heard silently in the words. The story is so confusing that I simply can't get into it, but I hid it and made him roar "uhm".

"What I want you to understand is that that's what I'm saying, and I can send you the questions you type in the form, but it doesn't matter if you can reply or not."

The meaning of the word was also understood by the wind.

"So you're saying you can't reply to my question?

"That's right for this one. Excuse me."

That's what they said and I thought the wind sounds (which doesn't help), but Norman says other gods are similar. It seems that the content of the answers is quite limited. And while many of the other touchy questions were also dashed, clouded or ignored, some of the answers were clearly returned.

"Yeah, 'Return Wedge (Returner's Staker)' definitely works even when you go to other worlds."

"Seriously?

"As long as the hole is connected somewhere, no problem. At this point, you won't be able to get back and forth unless you destroy the very mechanism of dungeon."

The information is very useful. That meant it was possible to come back even if you accidentally jumped into the hole.

But then again, the wind sounds asked a number of questions, but few were clearly returned. Well, basically, it was a harvest to be able to confirm that player information could not be communicated.

"Hmm. I don't have any more."

Few answers were given, so the wind sounds were spoken of as easy.

"Really?"

Norman saw the wind noise as he nodded facelessly. I can't tell from the look on his face whether this meeting meant anything to God either.

"So can I finish with a question from this one?

And in anticipation of the wind noise question being exhausted, Norman threw the question at the wind noise.

"What?"

"As you know, many of the players who came down to this world don't know the truth about why they were suddenly dropped into this world…"

The wind sounds eyes open. That's a word close to certainty. Something felt open.

"But you, you're the only person I've ever chosen."

I don't know what that word means in the wind noise right now.

"Though it was necessary to sacrifice countless lives, you alone had the 'right' to have it. The right to live that time. But here you are."

But before the memory of the wind sounds, what lies deep in the soul reacts to the words.

"Do you still have no regrets about that choice?

I don't know anything about the sound of the wind, but only the words I give back are decided.

"I don't."

It can't be a choice that takes away a friend's future and only helps himself. Daliang and I have separated, but now that we are all alive, it is the crystal of an undesirable miracle that the wind sounds have acquired. There is no future I can hope for more than that.

"So tell him thank you."

And by nature, this meeting was meant to hear this. I guess I did understand something through Norman that the promises I made a long time ago were fulfilled here. Satisfied with the words, Norman bowed his head deeply.

"Then have a good trip. Gentiles from far away."

The wind sounds leave the room without even turning to God who speaks so.

"Ha?"

And out the door, in the third step, the wind sounded backwards.

I was out of the room when I realized it.

"Um, did you get out of the momentum?

I remember having some kind of interaction with Norman and leaving. Nevertheless, I heard what you wanted to hear. Well, the response wasn't fragrant, but I decided I must have left for a purpose, and the wind noise rushed to my people. I don't have to look back again. Just look forward.