The Traveling Hero Won’t Let the Innkeeper’s Son Escape

The mythology passed down to Celestialism depicted them, the four gods with power beyond imagination, as they destroyed the scourge that covered the earth and built the world so that creatures could live. It just seemed like a story made by people, and it was just a story that I didn't think was realistic.

Zenobia, who broke the mountains and tore the earth apart and fought for years without sleep, Citstiadis, who sealed the immense calamity to the earth, Aristotle, who brought millions of people back to life, Fance, who solved the signs of life and unified communication and language, and many other miraculous stories are passed down to Celestialism. Most humans took it truly and worshipped the Four Gods.

But Ruth, not keen on prayer, was a little skeptical in the first place because of the presence of the Four Gods. Of course, it was possible that the existence of 'God' was closer than in previous life because it was a world where there was magic or there were spirits, but I was not often offering prayers because I really thought there were four gods.

Even if there was a 'God' for that reason, he thought that the Four Gods were heroes made for religion. I always thought it was a story followed by all the martial arts and anecdotes so that people could easily believe.

"... No, I am. Impossible. Yeah."

So whether he felt the brilliance of life or saw two melons in the painting, Ruth didn't immediately think it was real.

(There is no guarantee that the painting that was painted on the church painted the real thing in the first place. I'm in a place that looks more or less like it, so the woman in this glass case is supposed to be a "person" but not an "Aristotle")

That's what I thought and convinced myself that someone was just locking a woman resembling a painting in here.

"Has this person not responded either......?

Ruth, finally calmed down, looked up at the woman in front of her. I'll tap on the glass case and try to speak up, just like the other two, but I still don't get a response back. It's a mystery who did this for, why and why.

I noticed that there was still a glass case lined up next to the woman's right as well, trying to find out if she would be able to get it out of there or at least have a conversation or something, including the two earlier. It's just like surrounding the roots of the upper light.

I look up to see if anyone else is still in there and lose the word again.

"…………… Ze, Novia?

Aristotle Theresia--like woman was next to Zenobia, a stylish goddess with shallow black skin on dark hair - a woman who looked just like her. As brave as the painting was, she had her eyes closed while still having a brave look that seemed to move.

(…… no way)

Ruth hurries to the right back of a woman who looks just like Zenobia, just opposite the Aristotle woman on her back.

There was hair as long as a light green waist, no flashy but neat face, and a man with a text on the side of his left eye closed his eyes and was in a glass case filled with the same blue liquid.

(Masculinity/Fance………)

Ruth goes straight around to the right, just to the left of a woman like Aristotle.

"Citstiadis."

The tall man with light black skin with black hair everywhere in the short silver had a scratch on his left eye, just like the painting, and literature on his right arm.

"... why do all four gods have it all?

It is still understandable that a person similar to a single painting has been locked up, but when there are four of them, the story becomes different. Also, other than Aristotle Theresia, characteristic characters may be depicted on the body, so it would not be a big deal of noise when looking for similar people. There is also the possibility of paint, but then I don't know why I'm trapping someone in such a place in the first place who made me look that much like him.

I also wondered why there was a difference between the first two and the position of the case in these four people. It's like saying that only four people are special.

(Four………)

You shouldn't have to think about it. You don't know the answer. But a lot of things happened today went around my head and pulled out the words I needed on my own.

[…… four powerful young people……]

Remembering what I heard on the broadcast at the commercial establishment, Zowazova and the unpleasant idea struck me.

On the broadcast that Ruth heard seemed to be a thousand years old, he said four heroes were planning to deal with the problem in order to save the world. And I guess it was a well-known fact at world level that they were young and powerful people because they were encouraging people to hope. But as a result, the culture of the past has perished. That can also be seen from the fact that only a melting demon exists in this place.

(... but I'm alive, right?

I thought the culture of the past was doomed because the four of us didn't have the power - but on good terms, the Ruths now live in this world. We live in a world that should have perished once.

Considering why, one possibility came to mind - the Celestial story of “the Four Gods sealed up disaster and built the world into a place where people could live”.

"Four Heroes A Thousand Years Ago - The Four Gods Who Built The World A Thousand Years Ago"

I worshipped four heroes as four gods - and that was likely. In other words, the four gods of Celestialism are “ex-humans" who have become gods “by word. Real people. Nothing is strange when there are signs of existence as a person.

And this place doesn't feel connected to modern times from a cultural level. Then, unless Ruth demonstrates the great skill of flying beyond the times and into the future, it will mean that it is a building of the past that perished more than a thousand years ago, before the teachings of Celestialism.

Then could it be possible to decorate this place, which is supposed to be a building of the past, by imitating the Celestial God that spread after its destruction? Past humans made future predictions and adorned later gods - too weird. Normally...

"Normally, the opposite is true."

The question remains of when, where, and who, but in turn, it is normal that the events of a thousand years ago were told to future generations by humans in later times.

And then they're in a building a thousand years ago, just like a painting.

"No way......?

Ruth once again stood in front of a woman similar to Aristotle. I didn't notice it at first, but I noticed it even said 'Aristotle Theresia Catrie' and her last name on the bottom of the case. God doesn't have a last name, that was proof that he was a person.

"What happened?"

It was the moment Ruth tried to touch the glass case, upset by the conclusion he had reached.

- Who's there?

A cold voice echoed from behind me, like instantly covering everything with darkness.

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(voice, not……………)

The moment he heard the voice called from behind, Ruth's entire body stiffened from his survival instincts. If it moved at all, it was because I felt intimidation from behind me that would smash my head in an instant. It's hard to breathe, enough to think that if you hadn't turned your back, you would have lost your mind.

"Why is just a human being here..."

With a low voice, the person approaches behind Ruth. Footsteps spacing, from the low voice. Maybe it's a man.

As I approached him one step closer, he felt his life eroded by strengthening the chills that sting his skin. I would have liked to have met someone who could have made sense of the word, but at this time I wanted to have passed out.

"Slowly, turn around. If you try anything, I'll take out your brain and ask you."

A man who stood about ten steps away ordered him with an outrageous threat. Ruth's body is not supposed to have been deprived of liberty, but he slowly follows the instructions and heads behind each body. What came into view was the appearance of the man behind it.

A neat face with black shoes, black clothes, white hands, dark hair, and red eyes, terribly powerful and luscious - something Ruth had seen many times.

"You, Ruth?

Dark-haired man - Hashi Village neighbor Wonok narrowed his brow after instantly giving Ruth a look that surprised him when he met him. Apparently, now, he's not a doll-like face, he's who he really is. Because of this, he seems to have felt so strong a fear.

Wonok shut up waiting for the answer, but when Ruth complained with his eyes alone because he didn't have a voice, he rang his finger, saying 'Oh, I'm sorry'.

"- Uh-huh."

As soon as the heat returned to the body, Ruth collapsed on the spot. Once he laid his whole body on the floor, he raised his face only, but his body could not move properly without freedom as if he had been paralyzed.

As Ruth was unable to get up, he was grabbed in the jaw and looked at Wonock. Red eyes glow strongly and I feel like I've been peeked into my head.

"Is that low magic power, the real Ruth? Did the intimidation work so well?"

Wonok grabs Ruth's head unconstitutionally. Then the body, which had been paralyzed and unable to move until earlier, gradually regained its strength. When I came to the point of waking up my body without Wonok's hand, my hand went away. The laziness remains but the paralysis seems to have disappeared. Apparently, he treated me.

As Ruth sat on the ground and repeatedly breathed rough, Wonock crouched down and grabbed his arm. be forced to stand as it is.

"So, why are you here? How did you get here in the first place?

While releasing Ruth's arm, Wonok asks the arrow heir. When I saw the eyes glow slightly red, I felt the frustration of Wonok, so Ruth also had a heap of questions to ask, but now I just had to answer them first.

"... Well, I'm not sure."

"What do you mean you don't know? This isn't an easy place to get in. Not to mention that a magic force like yours shouldn't even react to doors."

Wonok's eyes sharpen. Apparently, this place can't even get in without someone with the power of a wono-level. That's why they suspect Ruth might have used a hell of a method.

"I really don't know. Before I got here, I was in a dungeon near the village. But weird demons (?) I was fooled like that and when I realized I was in this building..."

"Deceived by demons? So, you're saying you came from above?

"Yes, it is, but... come on up... can it be here, under the dungeon?"

When Ruth questioned the unexpected story half-heartedly, Wonock gave her a slightly sinister face before taking a deep sigh. Maybe he thought he couldn't escape the pursuit of Ruth, but it just made him annoying to delude himself.

"... right. This is deep in that dungeon close to the village of the beginning. To be precise, this is the main unit, and the place you treat as a tourist attraction in the village is a pseudo-monument made for camouflage, just like that. Well, it's been quite a while, so it can't be called a fake nowadays."

Ruth could not hide his surprise in the content of the impact. I thought it was an historic dungeon long after I was born, but apparently not.

In fact, the interior of the dungeon, which I thought was a historic stone wall, seems to contain the same kind of magic as this one, and it seems to have an automatic repair function even though it is scratch-resistant. So the dungeon seems to stay beautiful forever. I was a little saddened by the crystal of the villagers' efforts, not the fact that it was simply the normal function of the Au Parts product.

"More than that, Ruth, what kind of guy is this demon that tricked you into bringing him here?

"What do you mean... the figure looked like a human girl. It just didn't have any color, shadow, or float, so I wonder if it was someone with a real body..."

"I see. First of all, you're not a person... even a demon. Besides, it's not a sane shack, such as bringing a human to this point without a key.... Anything else?

"In addition...... things were strange in the dungeon today as well. Killshades that aren't supposed to come out, lights are out, roads are changing..."

"Up there too…………"

Wonok started talking to himself with a bump when he rarely put his hand on his mouth. For the most part, it's unusual to have the same attitude that you always knew from the beginning.

But after a while of thinking, Ruth and I accidentally looked at each other and took our hands off our mouths.

"Well, let's think about it later. It's a better way to get you back up."

"- Wait a minute, please. I have a lot to ask you, too. We can't just leave yet."

As Wonock reached out, Ruth took a short distance. Because if they grabbed me, I felt like I was going to be forcibly deported upstairs.

Ruth turned her gaze to a woman named Aristotle Catherine who meditated her eyes behind her back. And look back at Wonok again.

His red eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, stared at Ruth's movements in cold blood.