Chapter 562: Section 385: The Art of Language (Part 4)
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"The records in the Church are almost all correct," Matilda was the first to speak among them, "I always thought our Church’s records differed because our Lord came later... I never expected, He is the greatest existence."
As she spoke, Malin could see the sanctity emanating from the Paladin before him. She looked at Malin, "Mr. Malin, it turns out, every word and deed of yours has been in compliance with our Lord’s oath, and only by standing under the same banner can we accomplish anything..."
At this moment, Malin looked at Matilda before him, and she had advanced in her Paladin rank.
Malin and Matilda embraced briefly. She smiled at Malin, "Please command me, Mr. Malin, it is my honor to fight for you, and my family will be proud of me, for I know I stand on the side of Truth."
"...I won’t let you down, Matilda," Malin said with a very serious tone.
It had been a long while since Malin had experienced such anticipation from someone.
Moving with such emotion, Malin saw Lillim, the little lamb, choking up, "I, I don’t know what to say, I am just a believer from a small Church... It turns out, even Deity was once human... Mr. Malin, will you become a god in the future?"
"I won’t become a god," Malin shook his head.
"Why?" Lillim was curious.
"Because becoming a god would mean losing humanity; one day, I will forget every one of you... What’s the difference between that and death? If there is no difference in the end, whether as a human or as a god, then why should I become a god? Remembering you all is far more beautiful than an eternal life devoid of everything," Malin said and opened his arms, ready to receive the little lamb’s leap—this time, she didn’t instinctively bow her head, and thus spared her ribs and both lungs from a mishap.
Jessica came over, and after Lillim left Malin’s embrace, she reached out for a hug with Malin, "I... I never thought about the stories of the past, because those were just history to me, but when they unfold before me... I was wrong because history turned into stories; they took over my mind... Mr. Malin, you are the favorite of Nameless, please lead us."