The small miracle the boy and Owen had created in a certain Farm Dimension.
It might have been a trivial incident, depending on how one looked at it, but its repercussions caused a tremendous upheaval even within the ordinarily quiet domain of rest.
The familiars of rest, who had been beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of welcoming a newcomer for the first time in ages, stared stupidly into empty space like dogs who had just watched the chicken they were chasing fly away.
Just as the young man’s soul was about to be embraced by rest, a pale shape had abruptly appeared and stolen his soul away to somewhere else!
[…A goat?]
Belinda’s soul emitted a dumbfounded thought.
Though its form had been somewhat simpler and distorted compared to the real thing, the tiny shape glowing white had unmistakably taken the appearance of a baby goat.
And even after the little goat vanished somewhere, the faint light it had produced did not disappear completely.
Before long, the light had shrunk to the size of a tiny speck of dust and was leisurely fluttering around the familiars of rest and their lord’s throne.
[Tsk! He looked like such a healthy, bright-natured young man. Just when I thought we were finally getting one useful junior…….]
Having quickly lost interest, Belinda grumbled as she lowered her club to the ground.
Hayes, who had been doing his utmost to look dignified in front of the newcomer, likewise lamented in a deflated tone.
[What a pity! It was a golden opportunity to become part of this perfect and beautiful rest! Who knows…