A man of unparalleled appearance, dressed in a three-piece suit, dominated the view.
He was a being qualified to sit on the divine seat. There was no need to ponder his identity.
A god.
“Huh…”
“Ai!”
My breath caught in my throat. Fortunately, Thesilid quickly grabbed my hand, and my breathing returned.
[As expected, humans struggle with the Sacred Sight at the 9th rank.]
The arrogant voice imbued with divine power seemed to resonate directly in my soul rather than through my ears. Then, the god’s gaze shifted to Thesilid.
When Thesilid tightened his grip on me with a wary expression, an unexpectedly pleased voice responded.
[Yes, do not let go of that hand. It seems that your status, which nearly reached the divine seat, is protecting that child.]
“…Who are you?”
[I have not yet permitted you to ask questions. First, the Sacred Sight with my precious Apostle takes precedence.]
“…”
My mind extracted important words.
Precious Apostle.
Sacred Sight.
‘Could it be…’
That’s when…