People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Hey, isn't it said that sincerity brings results?"

Haha, sincerity is key. Do you think this is like blowing out candles and making a wish on your birthday?

I'm not your mother, how would I know what you want? Even if I were a saint in Lateran, I would still have to find out what gift you want beforehand before putting it in your stocking!

Do you think I can read your mind even if you don't tell me? Do you think it's too much trouble for God to guess your prayers?

Ya'er's lips twitched, a hint of helplessness in her expression:

"Praying is like making a phone call, except the other end is God. If you make a phone call and don't say anything, people will either think you're trying to scam them or that you're trying to give them the silent treatment. There's no way they'll respond! God can't read minds."

"If you believe me, pray again, and this time, say it aloud."

Muirsey nodded blankly. Although she didn't know what was wrong, it seemed that what the professional from the Manju Academy said made a lot of sense.

She then turned around, faced the statue of Jeragand again, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and recited the prayer she had just offered once more.

You know what, when she was just thinking about it in her heart, she didn't feel anything, but now that she said it so directly in public, Muirsey actually felt a little shy.

Especially with someone watching, the water sprite blushed slightly.

Suppressing her shame, Muirsey read out her heartfelt request, her face flushed, and opened her eyes to look at the sculpture in front of her.

This time, a rainbow of light actually appeared in front of the Yeragand sculpture, along with a line of small words formed by light floating in mid-air.

Muirsey stared intently at the line of text that read:

—【Wait here, I'll ask around for you.】

Muirsey: "?"

This is a little different from what she expected.

Chapter 313 Ya'er: Just treat Sherag as your home

"Hello, hello, this is Yeragand, can you hear me?"

"You stinky lion, wake up!"

A hailstone suddenly appeared and struck Gawain on the head while he was dozing. The beast lord awoke with a start, looked around in panic, and cried out:

"Who dares to hurt me?"

"I dare to hurt you!"

Yeragand's voice rang out, and Gawain immediately perked up. Realizing what was happening, a smile spread across his beastly face as he flicked the ice shards from his mane.

"That's all. Is there anything Yeragand needs from me?"

"Actually, no. It's just that I'm a little annoyed that you're sleeping all day long. I still have to take time out of my day to listen to prayers, study, and maybe even deal with one or two avalanches to prevent that little lamb in Ensiodes who likes to charge into avalanches from actually getting buried. How come you, who just eats for free, are either eating and drinking or sleeping all day long? You've really had your fun."

Yeragand didn't say this directly, although it wouldn't have caused any trouble, but there were outsiders present, and saying it would be somewhat embarrassing for himself and his child.

Just let Gao Wen get up and go back to sleep.

She primarily summoned two other behemoths—Time and Sami.

Sensing that both had shifted their attention, Yeragand fumbled around and created a picture of the interior of Manjusaka Academy, pointing to Muelses on it and asking:

"An elf has come to my place, searching for its parent behemoth. I've looked at it, and it's definitely not mine. Does anyone recognize it?"

The sound of time began first. The small pocket watch lay in the souvenir shop of some store, seemingly ready to randomly select a lucky mortal for a fun game. Hearing Yeragand's question, he was somewhat curious:

"An elf? It's been so long since I've heard of that race. What are her abilities?"

Yeragand was silent for a moment, then turned his attention back to the Manjusaka. Ya'er recovered from her reverie and saw Muerses standing blankly in front of the altar. She sighed slightly and patted Muerses on the shoulder.

Still reeling from the shock of being told not to rush by the "divine" response, Muirses jumped in fright at the sudden contact with a stranger. Turning around, she saw the face of the kind person who had shown her the "correct way to pray" and stammered, "..."

"W-what...what's wrong? Is there something else wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to keep you focused. Take another look; Yeragand has a new revelation."

Muirses turned around with a sudden realization, and sure enough, new small characters had appeared before the idol.

—[What are your abilities? What are you most compatible with? Do you have any impressions of the Primal Behemoths? Where were you born?]

This...what is this?

Do I need to fill out a form?

Muirsey's mouth gaped open as if she could swallow a feathered beast egg whole, and only when Ya'er urged her again did she hurriedly close her eyes and pray as she reported:

"My ability is manifold, which allows me to create water clones. As for what I'm averse to... I don't know, but I really love plants and clean, clear water, and I love life! I don't know where I was born, but I grew up in an orphanage in Trento, Colombia. Unfortunately, it's been demolished..."

Muirsay seemed somewhat wistful when he mentioned this.

She wasn't the only one feeling sorry for Ya'er; Ya'er felt the same way.

Ya'er had to admit that even she hadn't realized that Muirsey, who seemed so lively and cheerful, had such a tragic past.

Elves, elves without settlements or communities, are indeed rare. Ya'er herself is still young, having not experienced the transformation of wielding multiple rules of authority, nor shaken off the "dust" of rules from which life called elves was conceived, but to her, the Sherag people are her children.

How desperate would a Sherag be if he were born into an unfamiliar environment, unable to find his people, receive no help, adapt to his surroundings, or seek help from Him?

Ya'er felt heartbroken just thinking about that scene.

"I'll help you."

He spoke softly, but Muels, who was focused on his prayer, could not hear the deliberately lowered voice. He could only see that the miracle in front of the statue had changed slightly.

I will help you.

Although she was facing away from him, Ya'er could still notice the slight tremor in Muirsey's petite body the moment she saw those words, and the hands that she couldn't help but reach out to cover her mouth.

Before hearing that faint sob that might embarrass Muirsey, Ya'er silently shifted her attention and replied to the question posed by [Time Sequence].

“I just asked around, and the child doesn’t know her own affinity rules. Her abilities manifest as [water], [change], [life], and [plants]. I can’t be completely sure.”

These powers are not possessed by Jeragand, and He cannot confirm them. Furthermore, He has never left Sherag for thousands of years, and therefore does not know of any other behemoth possessing similar authority.

[Chronology] also shook his head: "I don't know."

If Yeragand has spent thousands of years guarding, and if it wants to advance to a level two or three behemoth, the easiest authority to wield might be a guardian like [Sami]. But if [Chronicle] wants to go even further, the authority it can wield must be [Slumber].

Or to put it another way—[letting things slide].

Dude, so what if I have malaria?

It is precisely because I feel there is too little time to slack off and too much time to be busy with work, and that people in the world live too hastily, that I became a god who holds the power of "time".

Given enough time, I could go from birth to death doing absolutely nothing but sleeping!

If you dedicate your whole life to one thing, you can achieve enlightenment and become a master! Anyway, my base stats are high enough that no one can do anything to me.

Kitten Egg Rolls are out!

In a way, he truly embodied the idea that there's no need to sleep long in life, as one will sleep long in death. When the little cat Egg Roll comes, I'll just die to show you. Anyway, dying won't affect my sleep schedule, right?

What? The Sarkaz are using my body to transport an army?

It's okay, it's another "me" working overtime, not this "me". Besides, haven't I already gotten it all back? The other "me" is quite happy too.

Why is it that the other [time fragment] doesn't compete for the main consciousness?

Please, do you really think the word "competition" goes with "giving up"? I simply told [myself] about my leisurely life in Kjerag, and [myself] immediately switched sides and voluntarily merged with it. It was all part of me to begin with, so its personality naturally reflects mine. Does it matter who the dominant consciousness is?

I am unique.

Ordinary people might not understand my mindset and would find my behavior strange; that's the difference between a behemoth and a mortal. We live very open-mindedly; we're not the kind of petty, calculating people who dwell on things.

Having confirmed that he had not encountered any behemoths with similar characteristics to Muirses during his limited conscious time, [Chronology] lay back down.

He's still waiting in the shop for someone destined to meet him.

[Chronology] gave a negative answer, so Yeragand could only place his hopes on [Sami], who seemed much more reliable.

Although His current form is just a piece of paper.

After a long period of silence, [Sami] gave His answer:

"No."

"There are indeed many elves living on my body, but none of them know that little girl."

"As for her relatives who are similar to her in terms of affinity, I have no recollection of them."

Jeragand was immediately discouraged.

But Sami said, "This is actually the normal situation."

“We and our fellow countrymen have our own areas of activity. You are in Shelag, I am in Sami. People like Time have gone to sleep in the spatial rifts. Most of the other fellow countrymen will also consciously avoid each other's territories. This is an unspoken rule. Unless someone wants to start a battle.”

Sami had encountered some audacious individuals before. One lava giant, oblivious to the danger, once dared to invade his territory. His fate, of course, was predictable.

Sami can still speak here, but the lava giant is out of luck.

Sami possessed multiple powers and could be considered the pinnacle of existing behemoths, while a certain headless lava giant, whose hard power might not even be as great as that of the Timeline, was completely shattered—Sami directly sealed a part of it, almost preventing it from even releasing any gold coins.

Of course, it wasn't entirely without any; the collapsing lava giant still dropped a bronze coin, which was nothing compared to the gold coin with its incomplete powers like [Chronicle]—one of its fragments turned into a greatsword.

Because the threat was too small and eliminating the insects would be too troublesome, Sami didn't bother to destroy the greatsword, which only improved people's adaptability and mastery of fire magic, nor did he care where the greatsword had ended up.

After all, He had more important things to do.

Beyond the Dongya Mountains lies the Sami Iron Wall! If any evil dares to invade, it will be utterly defeated!

However, most behemoths don't visit each other's territory. A behemoth like Yeragand, which allows multiple behemoths to reside in its territory, is, to put it kindly, very tolerant; to put it bluntly, very peculiar. Sami often wondered if this was because He was too deeply influenced by humans?

This doesn't seem like a bad thing, after all, He is a relatively kind "guardian" to humanity. Now, being able to create this small chat group of the three giant beasts and one beast lord provides Him with plenty of entertainment to pass the time.

Constantly battling evil spirits, his mind is always under high tension, and he also has to endure the occasional collapse and contamination of his body. Sami is far from being as relaxed and carefree as he appears.

Unfortunately, this makes it virtually impossible to find Muirsey's parent behemoth through their small group chat.

Are we going to disappoint that child?

Yeragand was somewhat disappointed. Sami offered a suggestion:

“I can have the elven tribe within me accept Him, and let Him remain in the land of Sami, merging into another group of elves.”

This is indeed a possible solution. After all, there are not many known habitats for elves on the earth, and it is even more difficult to find and join one. If Sammy has the will, it will no longer be a problem for Muirsays to integrate into a brand new, exclusive elven tribe.

However, this matter requires Muirsay's own consent.

Yeragand gestured for Sami to wait a moment, then turned his attention back to asking in the word of light:

[We apologize, there is currently no news regarding your parent beast, but if you wish to find your kind, the Sami elves are willing to accept you.]

Sami's elf?

Sami...does she also have elves?

Muirse was somewhat stunned. She didn't know that there was an elven race in Sami, which was far away, nor did she know how Yeragand in Sherag had made contact with the elves of Sami.

Perhaps this is the divine?

A divine guarantee should be credible, right?

But do we really have to go to Sami?

Muirsey had heard Mai Mai mention Sami before. Her teacher, Mariam, the head of the Research Department, often went to that ice field to explore. Muirsey was also very interested in that pure land that had never been contaminated by Originium and the ecosystem that it nurtured. However, living there had never been one of her options.

Muirsey pursed her lips. On one side were her clansmen whom she had never met but had longed to meet, and on the other side were her familiar life and friends. Her choice was extremely difficult.

Jeragand did not urge him, but waited calmly.

When she looked up again, the determination in her eyes showed that she had made her decision:

"Never mind, I don't want to be too far away from my friends. Christensen, Saria, MaiMai, Nastya, they all need me. Thank you, Eragand!"

Muirsey forced a smile.

"Although I wasn't of much help, I'll still obediently hand over my entire wallet as promised! Long live the great god Yeragand!"

"You kid."

Behind her, Ya'er shook her head helplessly, but a smile appeared on her lips.

Muirsey turned around, only then remembering the kind person who had helped her so much. She quickly said:

"Thank you for your help. I don't know your name yet. What's your name?"

"Ya'er, the head maid of the Manju Court, is in charge of taking care of the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son," Ya'er said with a smile.