Chapter 365

Divinity cannot be received by anyone.

There is a difference between simply feeling the presence of a god in the process of praying and hearing the voice of a god directly as if receiving an oracle.

For this reason, saints and saints are special, and it is not easy for even them to fully endure divinity, so oracles are rare.

That’s exactly what I experienced.

Hias, who listened to the story with a serious face, explained that this was the reason why my consciousness flew with a strong shock as soon as I heard the voice of the world tree, albeit vaguely.

“I think it’s hard to assume that the words we didn’t hear properly could have important meanings. If there were, you would have been able to talk about them through us. It’s very likely that it was a kind of test.”

“A test?”

“Yes, a test of whether you are ready to face the divine. If you think so, you can guess why he gave you the seed.”

It doesn’t have any ability, and it doesn’t mean that trees will grow just by planting it, but it’s definitely a divine object.

Hias guessed that he would gradually become accustomed to divinity just by holding it, and if that happened, he might be able to hear his voice when certain conditions were met.

“Does this happen often?”

“This is unprecedented.”

Hias, who answered with a single knife, seemed quite happy with this situation. It was the same for other elves, but it was not an area I could understand.

They say that it is fun simply to witness what the god they worship has done... If they were human, they would not have been able to see that they had given grace to a stone that rolled in from nowhere, rather than to them who had faithfully served them. If it were me, I think I would have been a little dissatisfied.

“Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with your health, and you don’t understand right now, but you seem to have got a clue to the question. It’s good.”

Well, the parties said they liked it and I liked it, so it was a win-win.

With the help of Hias, I gathered my equipment again and left the temple. Celebian, who heard the news from afar and hurriedly ran to greet me.

“You have a knack for surprising people in so many ways.”

“That’s right.”

I didn’t know it was like this either.

Even though he seemed to have a lot to say, Celebian just nodded, saying that he was relieved.

“Come to think of it, I can’t see the others. Did you die first?”

“That’s right. I figured it would be better to go back to the village in advance and convey the story related to you to create a friendly atmosphere than to stay here.”

“Oh...”

It was a reasonable decision indeed. Even a vicious elf hunter, his patron burst, prayed to the world tree, and even received a sick object. If they hear this news, even those who value my visit, as Celebian said, will not openly show their displeasure.

The Celebians who talked happily as if it were their own business and the elves who looked at me alternately nodded slightly stiffly and took an example.

“Nice to meet you, Eldmia Ega. We welcome you to the name of the Green Vine Tribe who have crossed the World Tree and arrived here.”

“I’ve heard about the story that happened in the territory of the World Tree. The village chief wanted to talk about it, but we’re not ready to welcome guests yet, so we need to ask for your understanding.”

I was going to do it even if I said it all, but I was a little surprised that it was a much more polite reaction than expected. Still, I couldn’t openly show it, so when I reacted appropriately, Celebian took the lead in the story.

“Then let’s go to Enderinia’s house until you’re ready.”

“Mr. Arwell will be delighted. Then I will tell you not to rush your preparations too much. There will be many things you want to hear...

” Their village was strange in many ways.

The buildings, which were neither flashy nor modest, were built in a style I had never seen before in my life in another world, and some were so mysterious that I wondered if they were really built by human hands.

Should it be called a nature-friendly artificial building? There is something that catches my eye, though.

The doubt that it was built with the help of magic or spirits was resolved sooner than expected. As I entered the village with Celebian, I passed exactly that peculiarly mysterious structure.

As if the bark was peeled off and only the inner kernels were melted and stretched, the neat timbers are intertwined like the bars of an antique birdcage and wrapped around the tree fragments giving off a soft white light. It was beautiful.

“You can think of it as a small temple enshrining the fragments of the World Tree. It is definitely located in the center of the elves’ village.”

Celebian, who explained in a laughing voice while looking at me, walked for about 5 more minutes, and people gradually started to gather, just like they had experienced in the territory of the World Tree.

Most of them were friendly and curious, but as Celebian said, there were also strange distance and hostile gazes. There was no way I did anything wrong with them, so I had a lot of trouble with the elven hunters, so it seemed that I was the kind of person who couldn’t take good care of the human race.

Like narrow-minded gnomes.

While kicking his tongue inwardly at the owners, who clearly looked old, they arrived at a house slightly larger than other private houses in the vicinity.

Was that house a gift from the tribe for a couple with five children, or was it naturally expanded because there were many families?

“Arwell! Are you inside!”

While I was thinking about things to somehow disguise my calmness, Celebian knocked on the wooden door and mentioned the name Arwell, which I had heard earlier. Then someone hurriedly ran and opened the door with a tremendous sound of crackling in the house.

Ah, this man is definitely Asilie’s father. The eyes are completely alike.

As Celebian said, as Celebian said, the middle-aged woman with a hard impression and Asilie’s slightly drooping eyes must have had a lot of trouble sleeping at night.

At first, her gaze, which was fixed on Celebian who knocked on the door, quickly moved to me, who was slightly behind.

And once towards my earring, face once. After looking at the earrings one more time, the middle-aged middle-aged man strode towards me and hugged me.

“Call me your father-in-law!”

Thanks to that, I closed my eyes tightly without realizing it.