“Humans really are wonderful. Especially the ones who can stand up and turn despair into hope. They are glowing.”
She said to the man, as if to bless him. And then the scene changed again.
This time, she was in the courtyard of a stone fortress.
‘Move your hand back more quickly! And at the same time as the striking hand!’
“Beganda. The Demon King’s favorite general. And…”
The small dog-like monster who fought desperately. The other monsters watched as he swung the swords with both arms.
‘Don’t give up, little dog!’
‘There! Ah…you’re too slow!’
While some were mocking him, there was also something more familiar in their tone. Of course, the kobold likely didn’t care either way.
“Sheto. The young kobold.”
As she said the name, the goddess shuddered with excitement.
The kobold moved like the wind. A small wind that moved with speed around the giant.
As he rushed past, he slashed with his sword, and as the blade bounced off, he struck again with a backhand.
‘Don’t stop!’
‘Gah!’
After the two hits, the demon general slammed him with his club, sending the small creature flying into the air.
‘Don’t just try to use your hands when dealing successive attacks! And don’t try to go against the momentum, but pull back swiftly! At the same time, rotate your body and transition to the next attack!’
‘Ca…can I really, do that?’
‘Didn’t I tell you in the beginning? The basics of martial arts is the arc. When you pull back with the hand opposite to the one that drew the sword, both arms trace a circle. And a sword that has traced a circle…’
‘Becomes stronger…I know! But…can’t do it!’
The kobold complained as he got back up.
Just like the time he was reborn, amidst the fire and blood of his home.
“Ah…”
The goddess of time smiled at the monster, who perhaps shone more brightly than anyone in the games.
“It is beautiful to see someone resisting. And I am glad to have seen your beauty.”
Even if she was the goddess of time, she could not see through everything. She was merely omnipresent and could treat the past as if it was the present.
The future, however, could only be woven by the living.
If the games of the gods were a beautiful tapestry, then much depended on the quality of threads used for it. And Sheto had become an indispensable thread indeed.
The scene shook, and in the next moment, she was in a deep forest.
‘Sorry, Guto. Blame the old man, not me.’
“Fiacur. The strange dragon child with the soul of a former Hero.”
The blue dragon was prepared for the journey now, and he was petting the wolf while adding mithril clumps into the saddlebag.
‘By the way, why do we have to bring this mithril?’
‘Because it might become useful in the future. Besides, would you want to miss a chance to restock on Sheto’s arrowhead?’
‘I guess now. Since we won’t be returning here anymore.’
A kobold child then came to hug Fiacur.
‘Fi. We won’t meet again?’
‘Sorry…’
The small blue hands hugged the kobold back.
The very same hands that had killed kobolds before.
The past could never be erased. Yesta just had to look back a little, and she could see Koji Itsum trampling over the monsters with glee.
“The dragon god really is interesting. To get involved in the games in this way…”
A newborn dragon with a useless tool. Thrown into the game. However, the soul inside understood the rules. Also, he had the intelligence and ability to make use of that tool.
It was an interesting method that just barely avoided breaking the rules and limitations of the game.
And so Fiacur was also an important part of the tapestry.
His past of killing monsters, and the present where he was more aware of this world. With this contradiction in his heart, he was trying to move towards a future of saving Sheto.
It’s interesting to see more of Yesta. It looks like she might be being set up to be the final boss, but we’ll have to wait and see.
Thanks for the chapters Jawbrie!