Only God

Another century had passed.

For the exceptionally long-lived Logos people, a hundred years was neither short nor long.

My mother passed away during this century, and Dertulian became even more taciturn.

Ever since both of my parents had passed away, he had learned to isolate himself from the world, to observe it coldly, watching over the kingdom as it prospered more with each passing year.

Under the rule of my brother, King Yarlessto, who serves as king, the glory of the Logos Kingdom today far surpasses that of the Sapo King’s reign.

Now, amidst the prosperity of agriculture and animal husbandry, the kingdom had grown into a nation housing nearly a hundred thousand people. The Logos people formed several city-states, and towns rose one after another along the fences that divided the farmland.

Within the Logos Kingdom, social changes were emerging endlessly among the people. Under the guidance of King Yarlessto, the writing system, which had been simplified from painting, was first used for religious services. As time passed, it gradually became common to every Logos person.

People engraved their writing on clay tablets and then fired the inscribed tablets to preserve them forever. As a byproduct of brickmaking, the Logos people discovered bricks, which were soon embellishing the streets and alleys.

Due to the high demand for inscribed clay tablets, the Logos people began to excavate the mountains within the kingdom, and thus, forty years ago, they discovered copper within the earth.

The elder sages cherished copper dearly, promoting it as a gift from God, an idea that quickly spread throughout the Logos Kingdom.

Hence, over these years, the Logos people began mass-producing brass. Despite the lack of know-how, the brass they produced, small in size, was only suitable for decorative or ritual purposes, but this was undoubtedly the best proof of a flourishing civilization.