Chapter 33.1

Lydis the Bride and the Vessel of the Goddess 1 (5)

I turned the pages of a thick book labelled “Genesis/Scripture.”

Only the cover looked new and the paper had a different texture. The pages inside looked old, as if they would crumble into tatters when turned.

The writings resembled letters I knew, but there were also letters I had never seen before mixed in here and there. Perhaps they were ancient words.

“The world is built on a flat, round… ?”

The text began with such a passage.

“Was …… the world made …… at the beginning of the world?”

Skipping over the unfamiliar words, it makes no sense at all.

I let out a small sigh. It was giving me a headache to think that it’s going to be like this all the way through.

After taking my time to read a few dozen pages, I looked up at the skylight. Sunset was approaching. The pale moon was visible.

The world is flat and round and huge, built on a soup plate.

In the end I didn’t understand it, so I went back to the very first page.

As I wondered if there were any dictionaries of ancient languages, I heard a voice from directly behind me that reminded me of cold ice cut from a snowy mountain with no inflection.

There was no sign of anyone approaching at all. When I turned around, there was a small young man standing there, his face half hidden by a hood.

He is probably taller than I am, but his thin body and the large robe he wore made  him look even smaller than he was.

The grey robe that hid his face had long sleeves and hem and covered his hands. His eyes, which could be seen through the large robe, were beautiful sky blue. His smooth white hair was adorned in places with what looks like jewellery.

Perhaps he was Chuzel, the king of the Nymphs.

I thought I would not be able to see him, but once he saw me, it was natural for him to want to exchange words with me. It is impossible to shut oneself away from my presence.

” Chuzel-sama, isn’t it? My name is Lydith.”

“Gilbert’s bride.”

“Yes, it seems so.”

It tickled me when a stranger said it again.

Chuzel came in front of me without a sound and sat where Camisile-sama was earlier.

“There is a residue of a strong force here. Were you talking to someone?”

“I was alone”

I can’t go ahead and tell him what I didn’t even tell Gilbert-sama.

I denied it, even though it would be obvious that it was a lie.

Chüzel nodded his head, without any particular change in expression.

“Yes. No matter…  why ancient history?”

“In my country, …… Human race country, the past great wars, you and your people, the Goddess Elvisa, have become stories in the majority of people’s minds. There are no such books recording it left. That’s why I wanted to find out about it.”

“That’s because the ghost of Lucis continues to pursue Elvisa, who has disappeared.”

“That’s one reason. It would be cruel to ask Gilbert why. Besides, it’s important to know history, but I only want to know history, and I think a book without emotion is most suitable.”

Chuzel’s eyebrows and mouth are covered by a hood, so it is difficult to read his expression, but his quiet gaze did not give the impression that he was particularly uncomfortable.

He was so quiet and somewhat rarefied that I feel as if I am sitting alone, even though we were together.

“Gilbert, had inherited the king’s memory. Lucis’s delusion, Yule’s lament. Then there’s… Aria’s despair”

“Aria-sama…”’

“Before disappearing, Aria entrusted Gilbert with her magical powers. Aria’s magical power is filled with desire. Anger against the vessel of the goddess, an intense hatred to kill Elvisa so that she will never be able to revive again.”

“It’s like a curse, isn’t it?”

*Yes. A curse.”

“Rest assured, the curse is powerless in the face of my motherly love.”

Gilbert-sama’s suffering ended when he met me.

Chuzel tilted his head and the small red and blue jewels scattered in his hair glittered.

“The letters, can’t you read them?”

“I can make out some parts, but they seem to be ancient letters.”

“Yes. This book contains the earliest, oldest things written.”

The pages flutter open with Chuzel’s words.

“The story of a certain god who created the world. He filled a soup plate with the sea and floated the earth on it. Seven lands, seven goddesses. It is the daughters of God. The one who landed in the kingdom of Evandia was the eldest daughter, Elvisa.”

I remembered Camisile-sama, with whom I had just had a conversation with.

It seemed that Cami-sama was not only close to Elvisa-sama, but that their relationship was that of parent and child.

It’s no wonder he’s always been so different. I think it might be a little different from what we call a parent and child relationship, but emotionally it might be similar.

I declined, but it was his own daughter, so perhaps there was something he wanted to talk about.

“Seven goddesses, seven kings. Eventually, a city was established in each of the lands. In the centre of the connected lands, a king of a non-human race. Master Heinzolde made up the non-human race that looked like men and mingled with them.”

Master Heinzolde, king of the ancient demon tribe.

After all, that seems to be the mythical one. From what Chuzel says, he is more like a god.

“So it was Lady Elvisa and the first King of Evandia who founded my country, the Kingdom of Evandia.”

“The name of the first human king was indeed Evandia. I don’t know much about it.”

“Are you and the others the first people created by Heinzolde-sama?”

“I, Astaroth, Ria and Aria, and Clive are the oldest of many races. At one point, Master Heinzolde entrusted everything to Lucis and disappeared. Lucis wanted the goddess Elvisa.”

This may be what Chuzel had seen, but he spoke in a straightforward manner, as if he was talking about someone else.

It sounded as if he was just reading from a book.

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