Ron felt like he was dreaming, but everything in the dream felt too real.
This small, ancient courtyard space is a miniature world, yet it exudes a sense of beauty in every corner.
Ron was in the middle of it all, and looking around, there was no one else there.
Come to think of it, he should be in his own lord's manor. o(￣ヘ￣o＃)
I was thinking that once I convinced the singer, I could record the singer's musical performance. When the Phantom Stone is in the center of the street, it will be very interesting.
But how did he end up here?
Ron was a little dazed; even if he had suddenly fallen asleep, he wouldn't have drifted off to sleep so quickly.
So, was he affected by someone else's mental magic?
His spiritual senses found nothing amiss, but just to be on the safe side, Ron kept his mind focused for a while.
My mental energy was functioning normally... I could only conclude that this person's methods were too sophisticated.
To avoid falling under the dreamlike illusion spell, Ron pinched himself!
pain!
( ′?︵?` )
It's not a dream, nor is it a magical illusion where you're oblivious to reality.
Where is this place?
As their doubts deepened, a divine messenger appeared.
That's what they call a "birdman," but with a more elegant name.
Angel!
The female angel was dressed in pure white, with a body the size of a normal person, and a pair of snow-white wings on her back that were so conspicuous.
As for appearance...
Ron found himself at a loss for words, or perhaps only the word "holiness" could sum it up.
Describing skin as flawless or porcelain-like is inadequate; different levels of life embody beauty and purity...
Ron was a mature man; although he glanced at it a few times, he quickly regained his composure.
"Angel sister, where is this?"
Ron finally understood; it must be the work of the gods, but he hadn't expected the gods to be so interested in Ron.
There are always countless unexpected events in life. Ron originally thought that he might befriend some singer teams, but it was definitely not to the point of alarming the gods.
Damn it, I'm out of Ron's control again!
Since that's the case, we'll just have to take it one step at a time.
As Ron asked his question, a spiritual force penetrated his very soul, and the voice of an angel echoed in his mind.
"Please, my God wishes to see you."
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Ron followed the angel to the center of the small world.
When they reached the middle of the journey, the angel carried Ron into the sky. The journey through the sky, being held by the angel, felt a little soft, but Ron couldn't muster any evil thoughts.
The two landed in another palace, but this one was filled with water.
Waterways encircle the palace complex, and here, the number of angels becomes more apparent. Angels fly above the palaces, seemingly preoccupied with some unknown matter.
Following behind the angel, Ron gradually began to have a guess.
His soul was pulled into the divine realm!
Is it really that serious? Is it really that serious...?
Ron did not feel the honor of seeing a god, as the creatures of Oran did; he only felt that his life had been disrupted and was somewhat unhappy.
There was no other way, or perhaps it was another miscalculation, but we shouldn't have asked a professional singer to record the song. Unexpectedly, we ended up finding a divinely favored person.
Beings favored by God may have their souls evolve into Holy Spirits upon rebirth, and some of these Holy Spirits may evolve into lower-ranking angels... Faced with the facts of mythology, Ron had no choice but to believe.
Those favored by God may be under God's watchful eye.
Ron's actions inadvertently went too far.
Thinking it over, whatever I do will benefit the music goddess, so I should be fine here!
With thoughts swirling in his mind, he walked step by step until he unknowingly arrived at the center of the palace.
Within a palace, a divine incarnation of a deity.
Even though it was an incarnation, Ron still felt a stinging pain in his soul after just one glance.
It turns out that the ancient texts say that mortals should not look directly at the gods, and it turns out that this is true.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the radiant being before me, a divine incarnation waving his hand.
The divine light acted upon Ron.
Looking at it again, the pain was gone, and my vision was as normal as ever.
However, the true face of the goddess of music remains unseen, hidden in the divine light, but her figure alone reveals her to be a beautiful deity.
In mythology, there are those who rise from the ashes to become gods, and these deities usually retain some resemblance to their mortal selves. Ron knew this, for example, the goddess of music.
One of the deities in the pantheon is not a transformation of an ancient elemental god, but rather a being who ascended to godhood in the distant past.
He was once a top demigod, whose divine duty was music, and he was granted the position of a true god.
Faced with the incarnation of a god, Ron repeatedly reminded himself to stay calm. No matter how strong it was, it was still just a being of a different level. He couldn't panic.
Fortunately, Ron's overall expression remained calm.
There was neither a sense of honor nor negative emotions such as disappointment.
Later on, I started to remind myself of things in the same way I would when facing a superior.
Strangely enough, this is the result of Ron's current self-reminder.
A beautiful woman's voice drifted over.
The voice was unexpectedly that of a girl next door, completely unpretentious and down-to-earth. (?????)
“You, Ron, are behaving strangely, you know that? I am not your king.”
"Almost done. By the way, the goddess asked me to come; is there something she needs?"
Within the light screen, the goddess of music's face revealed a touch of humanity, which is one of the good aspects of a pantheon of faiths: the humanity of mortals can sometimes overshadow the selfless divinity of the divine.
Music goddess Louise feels she really picked the right person; Ron is indeed very promising and has a strong personality—a truly extraordinary mortal!
"I'm giving you a chance to become one of my chosen ones, how about it?"
"No!" Ron answered instantly!
His path was to become a self-cultivating demon swordsman, a decision he made when he was young. He didn't want to have the identity of a divinely favored priest. The key point was that as a favored person of a certain god, he had a way out but less chance of breaking through to the final realm.
Of course, becoming a demigod is not a problem, and even a possible god, but what about a truly independent deity?
It's impossible. Ron didn't think too far ahead. He just didn't want to, without giving many reasons.
The music goddess remained silent for a long time, and it was unknown what her expression was like on the screen.
At least one thing Ron sensed was a risk: he hoped the goddess wasn't suppressing her divinity with her petty, human nature.
Thankfully, after a while, the goddess said, "It's fine, you don't have to become my chosen one, but you can be my pope, since my mortal pope has just passed away."
"This isn't a good idea!"
"If you still want to refuse, then you'll have to wake up later."
"How much later?"
"Three to five years is very possible, as the spacetime dimensions of the divine realm and the material world are different..."
“This…how can this be? Ron Lance thinks…”
"..."
"..."
Strangely enough, as Ron talked, he naturally started bargaining.
Finally, he added, "The Pope is fine, but I will not believe in you."
Within the light screen, the goddess smiled instead—a rare expression of divine emotion. Perhaps it is like an angel, who remains beautiful and expressionless year after year, that is what makes a deity!
However, the goddess of music is not like the ancient gods of the past.
"My Pope, I agree. Oh, and by the way, why don't you also become the Pope of the Water God!"
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