Chapter 1430
Chapter 1430
Even though Moderation and Si-Woo were pretty close friends, their wishes were drastically different.Neltarid had said he'd grant Moderation’s wish, but couldn't stop the headache from coming on. “Creating life? That's seriously not as simple as it sounds.”
Neltarid could create consciousness, sure. Using the memories of his predecessor, he could break off a piece of his power to create beings like Rinne or the valkyries. However, it was hard to say whether a consciousness born that way truly had free will.
Unlike the golems Davey made, if the being Neltarid created had a consciousness and emotions, it could potentially live a sad life. Of course, he knew Moderation wasn’t the kind of person who'd be neglectful and let that happen.
On the other hand, Neltarid also felt relieved.
‘I bet Si-Woo’s wish isn’t a cakewalk either.’
Willow chimed in, “Come on, look on the bright side! It's not like he asked for three thousand court ladies like some king.[1].”
Neltarid muttered, “Senior, you're pretty knowledgeable about Earth's history.”
“Historical dramas are just interesting.”
Neltarid sighed deeply and glanced at where Si-Woo and Moderation had been.
“I guess I'd better accept the circumstances. I need to think about this and brainstorm, so I'll get going first.”
Just as he was about to return to his sanctuary, the door opened, and someone walked in.
They were clearly startled when they saw Neltarid, who also got a fright.
“Saintess...”
“Umm... Yes... Yes, my god Neltarid?”
Sporting the most benevolent smile he could manage, Neltarid replied, “That's right, Agatha. I'm your god.”
Yet as soon as Agatha saw that, she began to sob and collapsed onto the floor, weeping, “Sob... sniffle... Lord God...”
He had no idea what to even say at her sudden outburst.
“I don’t like it!” she cried. “That appearance... I think I'm gonna start hating that flying squirrel and that chicken.”
Neltarid completely froze. If he were a god without emotions, such an indignity wouldn't have happened. Or rather, he wouldn't have even gotten involved with his creations in the first place.
However, being he was still a young god with newfound emotions, Neltarid was inexperienced. He couldn't say a thing.
It might’ve been less painful if his ordeal had ended there.
After Agatha ran away, Frelia and Kain, valkyries who had entered to manage the sanctuary, similarly wailed as soon as they saw their god, prostrating themselves.
“AHHH!! Oh, God! Why...”
“Sob...”
Neltarid felt a twisting pain deep in his consciousness, despondently muttering, “Alone...”
The two mortals immediately lifted their heads to listen.
“Speak, Lord God. Sniffle.”
“I want to be alone, so everyone get out.”
* * *
Given the similarities between their wishes, it was clear why Moderation and Si-Woo made for such great friends.
Willow walked through the air with light steps. She grumbled, “Hmm. I think maybe a mature woman is his type, eh? I should at least consider his preferences, but I can't figure out who exactly qualifies as his type. My pride would be hurt if I asked for every little detail...”
Of course, she wasn't without clues. Since her eyes could see the souls of others, she could get a rough idea of the image of the person he desired.
The only problem was ensuring there was nothing that would destroy both of their happiness.
“It'd be tough to find someone on Earth, right? I should check out Tionis first.”
Surely, among the countless dimensions, there'd be someone who'd be a good match for Si-Woo.
Neltarid invited Davey to his sanctuary and asked for a favor.
He was surprised to hear the request. “You want me to make a body like Dirro's?”
“Yes. But unlike the Dirro you have, I want it to be much tougher. I'm going to implant consciousness into it.”