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Chapter 439 Can God Love?

Chapter 439 Can God Love? (6.4K views, please subscribe!)
Although Hecaias was determined to see Herbert, she still hesitated before setting off.

"Hmm...how do I bring it up with him?"

I'm a little confused.

"Sigh, what should I do?"

As a goddess whom Herbert "praised" as "exceptionally intelligent," but in reality... she wasn't that intelligent.

Incidentally, this "secret" is known to everyone in the entire pantheon of nature gods, except for the person involved.

Everyone knows that the Ice Goddess, that little cat, is clumsy and doesn't seem very smart...

However, Hecaias, this little fool, was lucky enough not to be bullied by any god, nor was he treated harshly by anyone.

On the one hand, it was because of the all-encompassing care of a certain maternal goddess that nipped all possible possibilities in the bud.

On the other hand, it is because people in the nature pantheon are very tolerant of a pantheon's mascot.

Anyway, the natural pantheon is large and powerful, and the lingering influence of the Lord of Nature is still strong, so not many people dare to come here and cause trouble.

When a pantheon is harmonious internally and faces no external threats, conflicts naturally decrease, leading to a more Zen-like mindset.

Anyway, the Ice Goddess doesn't need to go out and fight, nor does she need to go to work to earn money. She can just be a little cat that occasionally goes out to wander around and eventually brings back strange things.

Cute, pleasing to the eye, and able to provide everyone with a little bit of emotional pleasure, that's enough.

but!

This mascot, whose decorative function outweighs its practical value, was recently entrusted with an important mission!
After learning about the relationship between Hecaias and Herbert, the Forest Goddess assigned Him a task that was neither particularly difficult nor particularly easy.

That is—to subtly convey the goodwill of the natural pantheon to Herbert, and then relay his reaction back to the pantheon.

Simply put, the Ice Goddess was sent by the organization to act as a messenger for Herbert.

The Ice Goddess initially strongly opposed this task and lodged a protest.

Wait!
I'm a goddess!

Do you understand, goddess?

She is—a—goddess—!

I have dignity and class!
How can you do such an easy errand?
This is a small matter; a pastor could handle it, or at most, a chosen one of God could be sent out of respect—that would be enough to give him face.

If I were to do it myself, wouldn't that be beneath me?
No way! No way! No way!

The Ice Goddess refused the task on the spot, feeling that it did not reflect her value at all and did not allow her to use her intelligence and wit.

"Don't make me do such simple things! There should be things that are more suitable for my intelligence, right?"

Finally, He could no longer bear it and complained, and then—He was looked at by the crowd with loving eyes mixed with a little pity.

Then, the Goddess of Winter stepped forward, gently patted the kitten's head, and smiled without saying a word.

He said nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

Hecaias: ?
But before He could retaliate, the goddesses, who had been holding back for a while, all rushed over and, with one person using both hands, gave Him a good beating.

"Yes, yes, you're the best, be good."

"Don't worry, this is the task that best suits your intelligence, hehe..."

"..." (Just keep rubbing vigorously)

"Seriously, what an adorable reaction."

The goddess of ice and snow initially resisted their offensive actions, feeling that they were insulting her dignity as a noble goddess.

Don't touch me like that!

You mustn't...

However, these goddesses' techniques were too good; their fingers were too nimble.

He persisted, and he also resisted.

Hecaias held out for a full half minute before being forced to submit to their tyranny.

That’s all.

I can't beat them in a fight, and I can't breathe on them either.

Let them be.

He simply collapsed, exposing his belly, and half-closed his eyes to enjoy their service, a gurgling sound like an engine coming from his throat.

However, at certain moments, Hecaias would still vaguely sense that something was wrong.

What is going on here?

Everyone is so gentle, but I feel like they're all being so unreasonable!

Are they... looking down on me?

Do they think I can't even do this right?!
Sensing something was wrong, the Ice Goddess finally escaped the clutches, baring her teeth at the goddesses with her fur standing on end.

He accepted the task.

Isn't it just a simple task?
You doubt me?

Okay, I'll show you!

snort!
With me personally handling it, this matter was naturally a piece of cake, requiring no effort at all!
Just you wait, I'll make Herbert kneel at my tail very soon!

Hecaias had boasted about his achievements at the time, but as soon as he left that secret realm, he regretted it.

No, it's not exactly regret, uh, it's more like, um, I had a little bit of hesitation.

He didn't know what to do...

Should we just ask?
That won't do.

He's not stupid.

Hecaias keenly perceived the real difficulty of the mission—the real key lay in that "obscurity."

For some unknown reason, the Goddess of the Forest seemed to have no intention of directly expressing her opinion to Herbert.

The nature pantheon needs to understand Herbert's attitude toward nature before making any specific decisions.

Therefore, what we need to do is not to make a strong statement right away, but to test the waters first before showing the goodwill of the natural pantheon.

"...Tsk!"

After thinking about it for a while, it feels so complicated!
This is getting a bit troublesome!

Thoughts of resignation 1.0
Moreover, the goodwill that the nature pantheon intends to express is also quite unique.

The Goddess of the Forest took great care of this boy who was "valued" by the Lord of Nature, and strived to do her best in every detail.

Furthermore, because of Herbert's identity as the "Saint of the Sun," He did not choose to bestow a direct reward from a superior position.

Instead, she very carefully inquired beforehand—what did Herbert need? What could truly please him?
So, the question is—what did Herbert like?

Hecaias was actually unsure about this issue as well.

Meow meow meow?
How am I supposed to know what he likes?!
He did have a relationship with Herbert, but it wasn't very close.

She was just greedy for him and wanted him to become her chosen one, so she provided him with some insignificant help and sent him some priests.

As for Herbert's true personality, preferences, and interpersonal relationships, He didn't actually know much about them.

After racking his brains for a long time, Hecaias finally used his "ice-snow intelligence" to come up with a reasonably plausible conclusion.

Herbert likes monster girls!

Uh, no.

It should be said that he likes to help homeless people who are not accepted by the world, and those people just happen to have some connection with monsters.

After all, a compassionate paladin like him would do good deeds out of kindness and compassion, not because he liked them.

...right?
Hecaias remembered visiting his territory before, and the biggest shortage at present was probably labor that could participate in the construction.

After much thought, He finally told the Goddess of the Forest the news.

"Lady Freya, Herbert probably likes monsters... uh, no, I mean, if we could arrange for a group of people who are ostracized by others in the outside world to live in his territory, it might make him happy."

Fulingya raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Does it necessarily mean being ostracized? That's quite a unique requirement."

What kind of place would require such a unique requirement?
"Hmm, his territory is a bit... special. He doesn't like outsiders to explore it casually. This group of people will probably cut off contact with the outside world after entering."

Spring Sprout Goddess followed up with, "Then where is he?"

The kitten, who had previously been pampered and rubbed by the big shots, narrowed its eyes.

He remained silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"...I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't say."

“That’s Herbert’s secret. I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone else. I’ve said too much already, so I can’t say any more.”

Hecaias was, after all, a god who had lived for thousands of years, and was not easily tricked into revealing information.

He has principles.

You can be pampered and manipulated by powerful figures, and you can genuinely act like a cute little kitten.

But He will not betray the secrets that others have made with him.

Even when "pressed" by the bigwigs, Hecaias did not reveal Herbert's biggest secret.

He was vague about the Eldar territory, revealing no key information, only saying that Herbert was a minor lord with land.

Hecaias just kept talking.

That place embodied Herbert's vision, and he held great expectations for its future.

If those people go there, they will not be bullied, but will be able to find a place to stay.

In the end, it was the Goddess of Winter who stepped in and took the lead in acknowledging her kitten's actions, which finally silenced the other curious goddesses.

"Okay, that's it."

Fulingya didn't ask any more questions. She clapped her hands and made the decision: "Since you insist, then let's go with your plan."

"It just so happens that a clan of 'Cursed People' has recently been temporarily stationed on the outskirts of the Forgotten Forest, and they don't get along very well with the other forest dwellers."

Speaking of this arrangement that directly determines the future of the entire clan, the Lord of the Forest lowered his eyes and said softly, "If Herbert needs it, then guide them to his territory."

“This clan does not belong to nature, not because nature abandoned them, but because they chose to turn away from nature themselves. We cannot truly keep them here.”

"Since they are unwilling to become part of nature, let them go."

The beastmen tribes now have two choices after a long period of wandering.

A small fraction of them returned to nature, completely abandoning their humanity and forgetting language, living like their ancestors, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and becoming a new kind of "beast" in nature.

The rest are still struggling to hold on, unwilling to abandon the human race.

This part consists of the most miserable group of beastmen who are neither accepted by nature nor hated by humans.

"Hopefully, this arrangement will be a stroke of luck for those poor little ones."

In a calm, even somewhat indifferent tone, Fulingya said detachedly:
"Even if we can't end their wandering, at least we can give them some rest for now..."

Is this a sign of divine mercy or the mercy of nature?
no.

Nature will treat every life that belongs to nature equally.

And the gods...

In many ways, they are more ruthless than mortals can imagine.

In the underground ruins.

Herbert listened intently to Elvis's last words to posterity.

Do not……

That was not merely his dying words as the Archmage Fury, but rather the final testament of the entire Elven Empire to the world.

They fought.

They succeeded.

The elves ruled the world far more thoroughly than the dragons, who only loved gold and silver.

They once dominated the sky, the land, and the sea; their footprints are found in every corner of the world.

They possessed immense power.

Not only did they create terrifying weapons, but they also applied this power to every corner of life, allowing every citizen of the Elf Empire to enjoy the same glory.

They once existed, and should have left a profound mark on the history of the world.

But in the end, they failed.

Countless victories led the elves astray, and their ever-growing greed caused them to underestimate their limits. Ultimately, this led them to an irreversible end.

In the very end, they chose their own fate.

To grovel and submit? Or to flee in disgrace?

That should not be the end of a proud race.

The seeds that symbolize the future can leave; they never enjoyed that glory, nor do they need to dwell on the past glories.

However, the fruits they bore from this tree of desire must remain.

"Gods are heartless."

In the end, Elvis appeared incredibly rational and calm.

"They have guided everything, deliberately leading us toward destruction."

"And this will not be the first time they have done this, nor will it be the last."

"In the eyes of those beings, we mortals have never been qualified to steal even the slightest bit of their power."

“Even if they have given us power willingly, we are nothing more than thieves to them, insects that need to be expelled.”

"Hahaha!"

"Yes, it's bugs!"

"We're just insects! Hahaha..."

The elves' peaceful facade was torn away, and they burst into unrestrained laughter.

Now, the boy listened calmly, his eyes slightly lowered.

"hehe."

He agreed with some of Elvis's words, but also disagreed with others.

Different perspectives will lead to different conclusions.

Limited by personal perspectives and the characteristics of their time, people from the past can only pass on a limited number of viewpoints to future generations.

As a dying man facing destruction, Elvis's thoughts would not be considered prejudiced; he was inherently hostile to the gods.

As for his words, they were proven in the faith era that followed—not all gods are hostile to mortals.

At the end of that ancient god era, some gods chose mortals who had once groveled on the ground and shared their power with the heroes of the mortal world, enabling them to achieve great things and become new gods.

If the ancient god era was the era of the gods...

That era of faith was an era in which mortals and gods coexisted.

Moreover, you say all gods are evil... but your dear Lord of Nature has been very merciful in preserving your last spark of life!

Besides, have you ever seen a god?

Have you truly spoken with them? Have you established a deep and friendly relationship with them?

They've never done anything, yet they're just making things up here.

I have seen!
I've talked about it! And I'm still talking about it!
【"Hehe~"】

The god in his heart chuckled softly, whispering triumphantly in the mortal's ear.

"It seems someone is quite unhappy with what others have said?"

"However, he wasn't entirely wrong; the original gods of these worlds were indeed like this."

"What about you?"

【"I?"】

The God of Harmony snorted twice and laughed smugly: "Of course I'm different from them! How could they compare to a kind and understanding 'good woman' like me?"

"Oh, by the way, speaking of 'good women,' I'm a good woman, right?"

He paused deliberately on a certain word, then asked in a rather sweet and coquettish tone, "Darling~ don't you think so?"

A good woman?
Uh……

Why does that sound so sarcastic?

Moreover, the killing intent was incredibly strong.

I was just teasing Kretty, why did you take it so seriously?

"Yes, yes, of course you are!"

Without a second's hesitation, Herbert quickly replied, "No matter what others think, you are undoubtedly a good woman in my heart."

Without Nenasha, Herbert would be somewhere now.

Perhaps, they are only just beginning to adapt to and resist Valentina's oppressive aura.

"...Are you jealous?"

"No~ Hehe, why would I be jealous of that little guy? Don't you think so?"

Herbert vaguely heard the sound of teeth clenching and immediately decided not to ask any further questions.

However, if he were to back down in such a situation, he wouldn't be Herbert.

One moment of recklessness brings a moment of pleasure.

The more you do stupid things, the more fun you get!

So, Herbert curled his lip and, as if to add insult to injury, asked:
"Um, cough cough, you never seemed to care about such trivial things before... why are you reacting so strongly now?"

Nenasha: ?

Is that even human language you're asking?

No, are you even human?
Don't you fucking know the reason?
"The past is the past, the present is the present."

What was my status before? What was your status before?
Miss Harmony is just unable to use her fists right now, otherwise she would definitely give Herbert a physical punch.

Damn it, I'll punch you!
But now, all He could do was rage helplessly, muttering incessantly, "And another thing! I already said I'm not angry! Not at all!"

"I just need some time to adjust... No, I don't care at all!"

"Okay, okay~ you don't mind, hmm."

Herbert wasn't a clueless straight man who was oblivious to the problem; he understood the reasons behind it all.

He knew it, but he just couldn't help doing it.

Now, if I make myself angry, I have to be the one to appease myself.

You're the best to me~

"Hmph! How have I been good to you? I'm actually quite wicked!"

Nenasha gave a sarcastic snort and muttered, "Yes, everyone else is a good woman, but I'm not a good woman, I'm a bad woman..."

Just as Nena and Herbert were having a disagreement, the recording that had been shoved into her mind finally reached its last segment.

After calmly recounting the empire's final glory, the archmage reverted to the mad, Fury-controlled man Herbert knew.

"Ugh."

He sighed, and said in a tone of final acceptance, "I know it all too well, even without them saying it. My research, though seemingly successful, is actually a failure."

"In fact, the ultimate goal of my research is to find a 'perfect' bloodline."

"What is perfection? In my imagination, if a mortal body can contain the blood of all races, and even draw power from that blood... that is perfect blood."

Herbert: ! ! ?

He had a strange feeling that the physique the elven archmage had mentioned sounded somewhat familiar.

"Ha ha!"

"Of course, this is just a hypothesis, and such a physical condition is unlikely to exist."

Seemingly amused by this crazy remark, he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

After pausing for a moment, he continued in a dreamlike voice:

"...If one day, such a mortal truly appears, then it doesn't matter if he is an elf, an orc, or even one of the weakest humans..."

"He could become a god!"

"Because, in my estimation, to achieve this, unless some god is willing to share their authority and use it for such a tedious matter..."

"But how could the gods, those high and mighty and incredibly greedy beings, be willing to share their authority with mortals?"

"So, that's impossible!"

"Hahaha!"

Archmage Elvis laughed heartily for a long time, then paused for a moment and slowly said:
"However, although the chances are almost zero, I still hope that such people can exist."

"If he really exists... it only proves one thing."

"He was truly loved by the gods."

"Can gods really fall in love with mortals?"

In the very end, this incredibly talented elven archmage left behind a dreamlike question.

Then, it was like waking up from a nightmare that had lasted for hundreds of years.

We have completely entered a time that no longer flows.

……

Herbert and Nenasha fell silent after being interrupted by Elvis's words.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, the perfect bloodline mentioned by the elven archmage... seems to be very similar to Herbert's current physique.

Herbert was silent for a moment, then asked himself:

“Nenesha…”

"Don't ask."

The deity gently interrupted the mortal's question, slowly saying, "My love, one day you will understand, but now is not the time."

After he finished speaking, he sighed softly in his heart.

She thought Herbert would definitely be upset about this, but she was really thinking of him.

"If you really have to ask, I..."

But the next second, Nenasha froze.

No, I don't want to ask that.

【"Um???"】

"I want to ask..."

Herbert pursed his lips, not asking about that matter, but instead turning to examine the massive ruins buried dozens of meters underground, and slowly asked:

"Do you think we can just move this ruin directly?"

"If we pick this up and sell it to some big organizations, we should be able to make a good amount of money, right?"

Look, it's a complete magic cannon!

You should be able to exchange it for several million gold coins, right?

Even if I don't pay it back, I can keep it for myself, which seems like a good option!

???

"You? You...you...ah?"

I care about you so much, I think about you so much, I'm so conflicted... and you ask me how much scrap metal here can sell for?

How could you do this to me?!

Feeling that all her love had been wasted, Miss Humor broke down on the spot, angrily shouting: "No, why are you asking me why?!"

"Do you even love me?!"

Herbert roared in equal frustration:
"Love!"