There is a God in this world.

It is not the omnipotent and omniscient and supreme God proclaimed in the canon of the White Church, but has existed in human society since the dawn of time.

The god of imagination is called.

Regardless of region, ethnicity or culture. Throughout the ages, there is often a saying in the creation myths of all human races that "God created man in his own image" - man is the primate of all things, a higher being who is superior to other creatures and has a sense of superiority.

Even after contact with the other four races, many people still believe in this statement.

God should have a human form. Not elves, not orcs, not dwarves and gnomes, but humans.

For man is the true son of God.

But this leads to a second question – that there are many peoples of mankind, and that the highlanders are not the same as the Lamanites, and that the Lamanites are not the same as the Abseraites. So whose God is the true God?

Naturally, everyone thinks they are right. They first came to this conclusion and then began to write sacred texts and myths. Generation-after generation, countless elites of human society have spent their entire lives on a journey full of blood and death in order to prove all this.

The word missionary has been closely associated with conquest and war since its inception.

Even the White Church, which claims to be superior to the primitive polytheistic religions, has a history spanning millennia of deaths and infighting.

This may seem absurd and meaningless to a foreigner race like the elves who do not understand what faith is, but humanity is convinced of it by its own imagination.

Polytheistic beliefs are barbaric - so is the canon of the White Church.

The emphasis on human and animal sacrifice, full of blood and violence, is a barbaric and cruel primitive faith.

Many were convinced of this, and were even more decisive in their slaughter of the infidels.

They are all damned savages, and if they do not convert to the faith of the White Church, they should all die.

This is not the case, of course.

Perhaps some of the gods associated with war were explicitly involved in sacrifice, but if we go back to the roots, we go back to a time when everything was still very simple.

The so-called gods are actually nothing more than the imagination of human beings.

It's just someone you can talk to.

The vast expanse of the sky, the earth and the sea are difficult to communicate with, they seem too large and cruel, and human beings are caught in them and struggle to survive. Thus people desire a concrete object, a character to whom they can communicate and pray.

A being similar to a human being, but with a grasp of the sky, the earth, and the sea.

A god.

What the creation myth tells is probably the other way around on a factual level.

The reason why God has the image of man is not because man was created by God in his own image, but because man created God with his own model, accompanied by imagination and desire.

Because there was a need, they appeared.

First, there are the gods who are in charge of the wind and rain, because people need to be smooth in agriculture, and then there are the gods who are in charge of wisdom and society, because people need to live and work in peace and contentment. Eventually, when the gods in charge of the war appeared, humans began to wage war in the name of their respective gods.

All of this was naturally banned after the rise of the White Church.

Gods can't be separated, and all kinds of things that are human-like are pseudo-gods. The true God must be the only one who knows and does all the power.

Monotheistic beliefs have risen and expanded rapidly due to their strong appeal and unified adherents, and in areas where they have absolute influence, it is only natural that the stories of the gods of the past, which condense the various needs of the people, are also completely banned.

But people still need them.

The one and only supreme, all-knowing, and all-powerful God, is on high and the doctrine of the atonement is preached in the holy scriptures of the church. Believe that all suffering is due to the existence of sinful karma and need to be forgiven through prayer.

It is shameful and foolish heresy to pray directly, as in the past, in the hope that some divine power will change everything—but prohibition will not change the fact that people still need it, and the atonement of the afterlife will not save them from the predicament of this present life.

So.

A hero was born.

The heroic souls who walk in the world are no longer the gods who control the heavens and the earth as they did in the past, but the heroes and sages who are closer to people.

appeared.

They have extraordinary powers and are able to do things that no one else can.

Save the country and society from danger.

For the people.

Bring hope.

It was against this background that his story began.

It's a somewhat mundane story.

Unlike many other stories, which start with prophecies and miracles, they are all thrilling adventures along the way.

What is it talking about?

Well, I guess that's how it can be summed up.

It's just a story of a clumsy, confused, and unique teenager like you and me, desperate to find his own way of survival.

And like many such stories, it begins in a calm and remote town:

A typical.

The town of Raman .

There are endless plains, and the sky overhead is crisp and cloudless in the summer. Farmers in straw hats in the sun are working in the fields, carrying hoes and pulling ploughing oxen around, sweating.

The sound of the watermill can be heard from afar.

Children as young as four or five years old scurried up and down the alleys between the houses, giggling and playing a game of guards to catch thieves.

Older children, on the other hand, do not follow their parents to the fields or go up to the mountains to hunt. A little further away, they would play a game of war with swords and shields made of wood, imitating the training of the knights of the nearby garrison.

At that time, he was one of the teenagers.

Not the loudest one, not even the largest physique. Standing in the middle of a group of people also looks inconspicuous.

Little did he know that one day he might be able to grab a real sword and fight around on a battlefield full of tension.

The beginning of it was far from what the worshippers told it to be, full of golden miracles and oracles.

He held the sword for the same reason as many teenagers of his age.

Just out of longing for the knights.

"Stop him, stop him!" a chaotic cry rang out from one side, and the teenagers, holding small wooden shields and one-handed wooden swords, split into two camps and chased each other through the alley. One of the parties was clearly out, and the captain with a small flag tied to a twine rope was besieged by the crowd, and he was trying to find an opportunity to break out of the chaotic formation.

"Help me!" the captain shouted in a panic and threw away his shield and wooden sword to protect the flag, but there were not many of his own people left outside.

The teenagers were equally at a loss, looking left and right, but in the end they all turned their eyes to the most silent person in the back.

"Hamirin, do you have any ideas?" one of them asked.

"I ......," but he hesitated and didn't speak immediately. "If you have any ideas, just say it, if you hesitate, we're going to lose again!" the squad leader who was caught in the crowd glanced at this side and shouted loudly.

"Their shields are all facing forward, leave a few people in front to attract attention, and others go around the alley behind them. The young man with gray-blue eyes spoke, and the other teenagers thought for a moment and nodded.

"Hey, hey, come on!" the few who remained in place snapped their shields loudly to attract attention, while the others, including Hermenin, quickly circled to the rear.

"Wow, why are they here!" The men who squeezed towards the enemy captain with their shields in a daze were attacked from behind, and they stabbed their swords made of balsa wood at each other to represent a hit.

"You're down! You're down! Don't be fooled!" There are any strict rules for the teenagers' play, and many people are standing there in a daze and refusing to leave the scene, even though they have been hit. It is not uncommon for the thick-skinned side to be the winner compared to the party that abides by the rules. But they rushed this time just to keep their captain - the rules are very simple, if all the players are knocked down or the captain is captured, it is a failure, so if you play tricks, you can keep a few team members with the captain and run away when the situation is not good, until the opponent can't catch up, and force a draw.

But such an approach is naturally very unaccustomed to the dominant side, so many of them are cheeky and beaten several times, and continue to be "undead warriors" and refuse to fall. And the advantage of numbers was finally brought into play, and they turned their heads and rushed towards this side with their shields in hand.

"Ahhh

And with fewer people in the way, the dominant side also rushed forward and snatched the small flag from their captain.

"Yay, we've won again!" the little flag raised high symbolized the victory on their side, as always, as it was yesterday.

“....... "Don't play anymore, I won't play anymore!" Many of the angry teenagers threw their swords on the spot and went home, but only Hamirin, the other people, the squad leader, and his henchmen remained.

"......." The gray-faced squad leader clenched his fists and strode towards Hermenin with a group of teenagers who had been knocked out of the field before, and the latter took a step back in a bit of panic - he knew that this was another time to ask the teacher for guilt.

"What are you doing, Hamilin!" Sure enough, the captain of the squad with the advantage of height came over and grabbed his collar at once.

"I—I didn't—"

"It's all your fault if you lose, you know. ”

"But you gave me the idea. ”

"You're still talking back!" The captain of the fat squad, who was a well-nourished child of the landlord's family, raised his hand and pushed, and Hamirinin sat on the ground.

"Hey, Colo, if you hadn't rushed to be the squad leader, if we had made Hamirinin the squad leader, we wouldn't have been beaten so badly in the first place, okay!" The other friends standing on the side of the gray-eyed boy spoke in solidarity with him.

"What are you talking about!" But after all, Chubby Dun Kolo is a child king, his family is powerful, and he is surrounded by most people. By contrast, most of the people who would stand with Hymiring were as unremarkable and few as he was.

"I've decided, you guy who doesn't have parents, you won't be allowed to play with us in the future. "Ahh

"Aliens are aliens!" Spat on the ground, Chloe poured all his lost anger on Hymirin's body, and walked towards his home with his toes in high spirits.

"Don't be afraid, if he doesn't play with us, we'll play by ourselves!" said the young man next to him, who had spoken earlier, but Hamirnin could tell from the look in his hesitant eyes that he kept looking back at the group of Colo.

Even this person, if he can join Kolo's team, he is afraid that he will not stay with him.

Don't say it's them, even he himself is very eager to really join that group.

"I ...... Go by yourself!" He got up against the wall, then turned around and ran away without looking back.

But they have always been hostile to themselves.

He didn't understand what he was doing wrong, and if he did, he wouldn't be just an ordinary teenager.

Again, again, he just wanted to find a group that he could fit into.

But no matter how hard you try, it's like a transparent wall between you and the others, and you can never really get close.

What should you do, how you should do it, will people accept you.

He couldn't find an answer to that question.

Nor was there anyone who could guide him on the path.

The sun began to set, and the aroma of various foods began to waft from the houses of the surrounding people. It made Hermilin, who had been running all day, feel hungry.

But what he envied even more was the warm fire around those people.

He passed by the monastery, where the towering building had a statue of the Archangel Michael. White smoke was rising from the chimney at the moment—it was where Hymirinen should have returned, but he didn't want to go at this moment.

The monastery in the name of charity adopted many children, but the nuns in charge only showed a performative smile when the big man visited.

It wasn't a place for him.

There are many orphans like him, and the town is located in the northeast corner of the imperial capital. From the unbridled drunkards and the words of the adults, Hemirning knew that the orphans here were basically.

They are all illegitimate children of nobles who cannot see the light and are abandoned.

He may be one of them. The old gracious old nun, when he was still alive, told him that the carriage he had brought to him was of ebony wood and hung with silk, and although it was not marked by the nobility, it was not affordable for the average person.

But since they were thrown into this place, it proves that they will not care anymore.

Maybe one day, when a great nobleman happens to have all his sons dead and no one inherits the family property, he will suddenly find out that he wants to find his children again, and the orphans can fly up the branches and become phoenixes in an instant. But such examples are rare, which is why nuns today dare to be so mean to them.

If you don't do it right, you'll be whipped.

I wanted to help the nun with household chores such as washing dishes, but she was also beaten and yelled at "Dirty, don't touch my dishes." ”

In that monastery, they seemed to have to wait for death as a way out except for malice, indifference, and meanness.

The orphans lived in the basement, and the upper floors were used to receive guests and the nuns themselves. And in the cold and damp north of the empire during the rainy season, living in such a place where mold is common, it is a matter of course to get sick and die.

For the first three to five years, the nuns would take children with tuberculosis out and take them to the doctor.

But none of these people ever returned.

Later, she didn't hide it, and if anyone started coughing, she chased them out with a broom.

Even if someone started coughing, the children forcibly endured it, for fear that if they were discovered, they would lose their last home.

Hymirinen was lucky, even if he was not tall enough due to lack of nutrition, but he was healthy and energetic.

Legs and feet can move, and no one wants to be in that kind of place.

There are so many orphans, and the nuns actually don't care if any of them lives or dies, and they don't notice if they lose one or two.

He ran fast. In the confrontation game just now, Haymirning didn't actually give it his all, because the last time he did this, Chloe was also angry, thinking that he had stolen his limelight.

Whether he tries hard or not, he will be targeted.

The number of people on the road began to dwindle, after the hunter's hut with a closed wooden door at the foot of the mountain. Hamilnin set out on the path up the mountain.

"Ha-ah-ha-" There was only porridge for lunch, and Hamirin, who had not eaten dinner but came to climb the mountain, was climbing the mountain with all his perseverance.

Because of the low blood sugar, his eyes were a little golden, and his survival instinct told him that even if he would be cold, he would at least go back to the monastery and have something to eat.

But he stubbornly resisted the idea.

This place overlooking the town is the only safe haven. But it's not just the scenery that heals, it's someone here.

The winding ramp up the hill ends on the left, and the west-facing back hill is a great vantage point to watch the sun sink to the other end of the horizon. At this moment, the orange light scattered, illuminating the white dress of the man sitting on the grass against the tree, making the outline of her face somewhat blurred.

Hymiring approached in silence.

"You're here. ”

"Chloe blamed you again?" she immediately noticed Hymirin's dirty clothes, which the orphan's clothes had always been white, but the other party had always noticed them in detail.

"Hmm. Hamirinen sat down next to him, his mood was a little low, although he was happy to see her, but at this point she hadn't returned at this point, and he also realized something.

"Are you leaving? He asked.

He had been able to point out the weaknesses of the opponent's formation, and that cool head and tactical thinking should not be what an orphan should have. He was even literate, thanks to the girl in front of him.

Their encounter is intimately connected to this beautiful landscape, and the day three years ago was a similar day to today.

She always came here during the day to read to the sound of birds and flowers, while Hamiling always ran to watch the sunset at dusk.

The time of the two was perfectly staggered, and they never knew about each other's existence, thinking that this beautiful scenery was their own. But one day Hamilning arrived a little early, and she returned a little later because she was fascinated by reading, and the two met.

After that, they hit it off at first sight, crossed identities, and built a friendship that was unique to children.

But it was obviously easy for the young lady of the noble family in the town to mix with the poor orphans, so the only place where the two could talk was on the top of this inaccessible hill.

She taught him to read and shared a lot of interesting books to him. Even the suffix "Ning" in his name, Hamirin, which means someone's son, was told to him by her.

His father's name was Haimir, and he secretly remembered this, hoping to find his biological father one day.

Although judging from the rumors of the monastery, even if he can find it, he is afraid that the other party will not admit it. But he still refused to give up that hope.

The short time with her was wonderful. That moment of reading time was the only thing he could look forward to in the past three years in this town, confused and unfounded.

Even in such a life, there are them.

It's a beautiful thing.

But this is also coming to an end.

Her kindness is not exclusive to Hermin, the maiden has great wishes, hoping to be able to transmit knowledge to many, many people, and make the world a better and kinder place.

"I've passed the priesthood exam, and I'm going to go on my next course. The young girl, who was of the same age but looked very mature and generous, said this, turned her head, and looked directly at Hamirning with her beautiful eyes.

"Hmm. The boy seemed absent-minded, he desperately wished that this moment of time would stop forever, but in his heart he felt that he was too selfish to do so.

"Haimirin. ”

"Haimirin. She spoke, and Hymirinen turned her head.

"With me?" said the girl, whose face was half red by the setting sun, with a smile that was even brighter than the setting sun.

"Come with me?"

"Embark on an unparalleled adventure to make the world a better place. ”

"But I'm ...... Not as knowledgeable as you. "Hymirnin has some low self-esteem.

And she laughed again.

The sound is clear, like flowing water in the mountains, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"Then you will be my guardian knight. ”

This is one.

Some childish conventions.

On that day, she may have been thoughtful, or maybe she was just speaking out of some kind of longing because of the playfulness in her heart.

But no matter what the intention was, this simple sentence lit a beacon for the boy.

"Will you make an appointment with me?" she held out her little finger, and Hemirnin was stunned for a long time before hesitating, timidly, and finally hooking the hand.

There is magic in the words.

For people whose hearts are on the verge of collapse, an unintentional curse can lead to serious consequences.

And for those who are confused and don't know where to go, a childish appointment.

Let the legend.

From this moment on, it was born.

"Good. Hymirin's previously low face shone again, and he smiled.

"We agreed. "Under the sunset, the boy hooked the girl's hand.

"Sanya. ”