âOh my, we donât have any spare clothes. Iâm sorry, but Iâm afraid you will have to wear your clothes again for some time.â
After a bath, he could feel how smelly his old clothes were. She had endured the smell to be with him. He didnât even know her face, but he admired her for that. In the past... no, even now, he wasnât sure he would be able to do such a thing for others.
âSister Rubica, Priestess Lefena wants to see your new friend.â
âPriestess Lefena?â
âYes, she received a sign this morning that an important man would come to us today.â
âHmm, I didnât know she had such a gift... Arman, I will go with you. Let us go.â
It took him some time to realize that he was Arman. He could feel her offering a hand, but he was so ashamed of his own smell that he took a step back. It made her hand stop in the air for a second, but then she didnât hesitate to take his hand.
âWe must go up the stairs now.â
She became his eyes for him, just like she had done earlier the day. He could feel his face heating up. He had never felt like this. He enjoyed it, but at the same time, he wanted to run away. However, he didnât have a way to get away from her and leave.
âPriestess Lefena is a little strict, but she is a nice person.â
She was probably a little worried, as she didnât stop giving him advice until the moment she knocked on the door.
âPriestess Lefena, itâs Rubica. Iâve brought Mr. Arman.â
âCome in.â
He went into the room with Rubicaâs help. Then, he bowed toward the direction where the voice was coming from. Priestess Lefena asked him to sit down, then she told Rubica to leave as she must have a lot to do.
She hesitated as she didnât want to leave him. Nevertheless, she did have a lot to do.
âIâll come back for you later.â
After the woman, who he had known only for a few hours but felt like he had known for years, left silence filled the room. His blindness was now being a disadvantage.
The priestess had to be watching him, examining him, but he didnât know anything about her. He couldnât even tell if she was hostile or favorable toward him, which was the most painful.
âHave you ever heard the voice of gods?â
âNo...â
âSome of us priestesses can hear the words of gods. About one out of a thousand. It is a huge blessing only the most faithful of us can experience. I thought it would never happen to me. But this morning, I had an extremely special experience. I heard the voice of Hue.â
He had to try hard not to yawn. Confession of oneâs faith was so boring to those who didnât believe in that deity.
âAs it is my first time, I donât know how to explain it. Anyway, Hue said his own son would be coming here today.â
What on earth was she trying to say? Was she bragging about getting the gift of hearing a godâs words?
Cool water and a place to sleep in werenât free, after all. Maybe he was going to be forced to listen to such teachings every day, but it was much better than wandering around on the streets alone. As the price for what he had received, he tried for an awkward smile.
âAnd he said... his son is blind.â
It took him some time to understand what she was saying.
âNo, it isnât me.â
He really wanted to say it was absurd, but Lefena was deadly serious.
âHe said he would introduce himself as Arman.â
âPlease do not use me to get fame as a priestess who can hear godâs voice.â
Actually, he wanted to yell he wasnât going to be used for such a scheme. He had heard there were some frauds who used religion and faith to steal otherâs money.
He had been relieved to be at such a nice place, but he hadnât known it was run by such a liar. Attention was the last thing he wanted since there were still many who wanted to find him and use him.
âHe said his former name was Edgar.â
But what Lefena said after that made him sit down again. However, he was still in doubt. Maybe his name was written on what he was wearing.
âOne who was cursed by his mother for his fatherâs sin.â
His heart ached. Only himself, Carl, and the king knew about that, and those two had already died. Even his torturers hadnât been able to find out about it.
âDuke Claymore.â
âPlease, stop this nonsense.â
He tried to deny it to the end. After he escaped, he had found out what kind of destruction Stella had brought, at least to some extent. Many despised the name Claymore. Admitting his true identity now could get him killed immediately.
âHe told me to help you.â
His lips quivered, and rage boiled deep in his heart.
âHe told me to hide you and take care of you.â
âWhy!â
He knew he had to deny it to the very end to live on in this abbey, but he couldnât help yelling.
âWhy didnât he help me earlier?â
He recalled what he had been through. The light of his past was even clearer because he lived in darkness.
Why was the god of love calling him his son? If the god of war had said that, he would have accepted it. However, love had never been in his life.
âHe could have told me not to make that wretched thing. Just one sentence would have been enough. Why did that god give you a sign and not to me? And he even says Iâm his son!â
Hot tears came down from his eyes. He wanted to kick the god and curse him if only he could meet him. If he was capable of giving signs, why hadnât he said a single word to him?
âDo you... believe in Hue?â
âNo.â
Edgar simply said no, even though he had come to Hueâs Abbey seeking for help. He believed in several other gods, but he didnât believe in the god of love. He was the most meaningless and useless deity of all. His life had been full of pain because of filthy love. Therefore, he despised every person who dared to talk of love.
âThen thereâs nothing Hue could have done for you. He can give signs only to those who believe him.â
His heart ached even more. The priestess was saying what was only logical for her, but he felt like he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
âAre you saying if I had believed in Hue, he would have sent me a sign to tell me not to make Stella?â
âYes.â
A clear yes. Not even probably. Just yes. His rage didnât know what to do at the face of that clear faith. He felt like his path was being blocked by a wall called faith.
âThen, what did the other gods do?â
âI donât know, do you believe in any other god?â
No. He hated faith. His life had always been full of suspicions and it had powered his work and research. And it had destroyed the world.
âHa.â
He didnât know what to feel. Was the priestess saying none of this would have happened if he had just believed in any god? He couldnât believe what he had been doing. If he had believed, he would have gotten a sign?
âHow easy.â
âIt turns out to be easy. But in fact, itâs not easy at all. What else can be as hard as having faith?â Lefena replied coldly. Moreover, she sounded like someone who didnât believe in gods.
âSo, what else did that Hue say? Is there a way to resolve this crisis?â
The world had almost entirely fallen by those who snuck away with his weapon and used it. The long war for mana stone and the Golden Land. He hadnât meant for it, but he brought it.
He felt responsible for it.
If the god had sent a sign to this priestess, at least he would have given her a clue to change things.
âHe just told me to help you live a life full of love.â
âBastard.â
In the end, he cursed the god, not caring he was in front of a priestess.
Lefena didnât respond as she also blamed the god for giving such an order to her. While she knew the god wasnât guilty, even she couldnât help but hate him.
It would have been much better if the god had ordered her to save the world with him. However, she just decided to accept it as another test from god.