[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence nods, acknowledging that the Apostle of Courage is indeed the one.]
The goddess, thinking she looked cool, stood with her back against the wall, arms crossed, chin resting on her hand.
Courage…? You an the Courage from the Seven Heroes?
After class, I packed up my things, a bag that was, to be honest, almost empty, and made my way out of the lecture hall.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence affirms with certainty after sensing the energy around you.]
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence assures that you’ve been exchanging so ga-related talks with Courage, so there's no mistaking it.]
The God of Courage plays my ga too?
I already knew the goddess played [Akashic Archive]. After all, she was one of the reasons the ga even existed.
But other gods playing the ga was a surprise.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence responds that Courage enjoys difficult trials and challenges, so it’s not surprising he'd play.]
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence chuckles, recalling how Courage was playing a weekly boss with only 10,000 health, no equipnt, and bare fists.]
Ah, that’s why he likes it.
Taking on a weekly boss with only 10,000 health left and no gear?
...Is the God of Courage a masochist?
But, even as an Apostle of the Seven Heroes, wouldn't attacking another god's apostle like that be crossing a line?
After the incident with the "You die" incident, the Apostle of Wisdom was dragged out in a ss.
After the female student made a sarcastic noise, she returned to her seat, and the professor entered, allowing the class to continue. But I couldn’t help but wonder if such an incident—attacking a god's apostle—could simply be overlooked, especially in front of so many witnesses.
The courage that the god of Courage embodies isn’t the courage to face judgnt or responsibility after wrongdoing, right?
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence comnts that it shouldn't be a problem; in fact, the Apostle of Courage is probably quite satisfied with it.]
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence asks how often the Apostle of Wisdom and his companions get beaten during debates.]
"Uh..."
Though logically correct, his way of speaking felt oddly irritating.
Thinking of that boy’s way of speaking, he probably gets hit a lot.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence explains that the Apostles of Wisdom enjoy the beatings that co from debates because it declares their opponent’s defeat and acknowledges the victory of their own logic.]
...That sounds like another form of masochism, doesn’t it?
I didn’t want to get involved with either side.
Whether I liked it or not, both students were custors of mine.
The Apostle of Wisdom had praised the ga’s story (though it wasn’t what I intended),
And the Apostle of Courage was happily buying character rchandise and keeping it close to them (though it was unofficial rchandise, even less so what I intended).
At any rate, it was a good thing that our ga was doing well.
It ant more money was coming in.
Especially at a ti when sales were starting to dip as the initial rush wore off.
After leaving the academy grounds, I picked up a large batch of macarons and other desserts I had ordered the day before from a nearby bakery.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence swallows, recognizing the famous Nubellz macarons.]
Yes, that’s right. The Constellation loves them, so I’m bringing so for her.
Before our ga beca successful, the Constellation had no followers and couldn’t even afford to eat properly, often going hungry.
Her childlike mannerisms made her feel more like a younger sibling to , and I felt an even greater desire to take care of her.
So, I often brought her favorite foods, knowing how much she loved them.
...You can’t do that. These are for our Constellation, you know.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence pouts, puffing up her cheeks.]
It was strange to see her acting this way. She was a goddess, able to get whatever food she wanted from the imnse power she held.
The first Apostle of Sacrifice was so devoted that if she asked for food, she would instantly bring it.
With the packed food in hand, I made my way to the Constellation’s temple, located on the outskirts of the city.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence asks why the temple was built in such a secluded place.]
I would have preferred to build it on a bustling street with a lot of foot traffic, but...
Usually, the size and location of a temple directly reflected the power and reverence of the god it represented.
The grander the temple, the greater the respect and awe toward that god.
Given how tightly faith and power are tied together, most Constellations and their apostles would go to great lengths to make their temples impressive.
The temple where the goddess of Sacrifice resides is located in the largest and most prosperous area of the Kingdom Alliance.
Since I now had money to spare, I had wanted to buy a large plot in a high-traffic area to build a grand temple. But the Constellation forbade it.
She didn’t want to attract too much attention.
Though as an apostle, I found it hard to accept, I had no choice but to follow her command and settle for a small temple on the outskirts.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence tilts her head, confused, as she doesn't fully understand the Constellation's reasoning.]
I couldn’t help but think... Why hide the temple in such a remote area?
I was about to ask the goddess for her opinion but stopped myself.
The Constellation might be listening, and I didn’t want to say anything negative about her.
Better to avoid talking behind her back, especially after the trouble I caused last ti.
I shook my head, stepping into the small temple located deep within the forest.
“...So.”
A voice echoed from within.
What was that?
No one knew about this temple’s location or its connection to the Constellation.
It was impossible for anyone to find it.
Was it a temple robber?
Trying to steal from the Constellation? How dare they!
I activated the power of dreams, slowly walking toward the source of the sound.
The altar dedicated to the Constellation stood quietly, untouched, except for hundreds of candles flickering around it. The scene looked eerily like a morial service.
The last ti I ca here was three days ago, so how did it get this ssy in such a short ti?
As I cautiously observed, I saw a single figure kneeling by the altar.
Luckily, there was only one intruder.
“I’ll take care of this.”
I murmured to myself as I approached the intruder, shrouded in the power of dreams.
As I drew closer, I noticed the scene at the altar.
What I saw made my heart stop in shock.
[The Sacrifice Who Overca Indolence asks, “Isn’t that... the curator from [Akashic Archive]?”]
The altar was surrounded by a sea of candles, and at the center was a black-and-white portrait of the [Akashic Archive] curator, based on my past life.
It was as if the image was a tribute to his death.
If it were any other character, I might have been able to compose myself.
But seeing a morial to my own face was sothing I wasn’t prepared for.
"...What."
I couldn’t help but voice my disbelief.
“...!”
The intruder imdiately turned around at the sound of my voice and charged toward .
I imdiately unleashed my power toward the intruder.
The power of dreams enveloped the area, and a dreamscape ford around us.
[Wisdom’s Central Temple]
In front of a grand altar, adorned with shining jewels, a woman dressed in priestly robes knelt quietly.
“Command .”
A heavy atmosphere filled the space.
As the divine light poured down, the altar began to glow.
[The Lustful Wisdom urges, "Hurry up and bring ~~~."]
The woman adjusted her glasses, and the divine words of the Constellation resonated in her mind.
“I understand. Everything is according to your will.”
The mission given to the apostle was simple: to carry out the god’s will and fulfill their desires.
Nothing more, nothing less. Even if the command wasn’t to her liking.
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