Chapter 1027 The Original Hermes
"What's up?"
The Lord of Scales and Feathers appeared at the door at some point and waved to the three people inside: "If everything is fine, I won't go in for now... Otherwise, the child will turn into a phantom demon under my pressure."
——Sure enough, the Lord of Scales and Feathers knew about this!
Aiwass suddenly realized it, but felt it was inexplicably normal.
This is quite reasonable... What secrets in this world can be hidden from the Lord of Scales and Feathers who watches other world lines every day?
And judging from what the Lord of Scales and Feathers said, he seemed to admire Haibasha's persistence and hard work.
"Boss, I want to ask..."
Aiwass confirmed, "Should we take something with us to revive the child?"
"That's not something you can say."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers said with a smile, "This is a taboo of the Sand Clock. That old man is very serious, and I don't want to be lectured by him."
He said so, but he looked very relaxed. He leaned against the wall and spoke lazily.
Seeing the Lord of Scales and Feathers' strange reaction, Aiwas suddenly realized and blurted out: "Then...
"'What do you think Lady Hypatia would need to revive her daughter?'"
"That depends on the extent of the resurrection."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers spoke in a deep, profound voice, like a gentle elder. "To be on the safe side, I suggest you take all five. But the most important one is Saffron."
"Why saffron?" asked Aiwass.
"Why... uh-huh. You ask a good question."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers' voice was filled with laughter: "These five flowers each have their own story... well, none of them are very good stories.
"There's no need to elaborate on the other four—do you know the legend of 'Saffron'? An apostle of the Sand Clock was once bored in the material world, throwing a frisbee, and accidentally killed a young elf. This innocent child was named Crocus... and this name is the name of 'Saffron'. Yes, he was the original Saffron.
"At that time, the heavens and the earth were already connected, and gods were not allowed to walk the earth. Apostles, acting as agents of the Pillar Gods and the Celestial Officials, were an exception, but they were also strictly required to restrain their power... At that time, they were still called 'subordinate gods' by mortals. Whether they were Pillar Gods or Celestial Officials, they were their main gods. In that era, the image of a subordinate god was the image of the main god, and the voice of a subordinate god was the voice of the main god.
"Not to mention the indiscriminate killing of innocent people without any reason...even speaking words that go against the Lord God's wishes or doing things that damage His image could result in punishment from one's Lord God.
“The apostle feared punishment, so he transformed the child’s body into this flower in an attempt to hide his crime… Of course, he failed.
"In fact, this apostle was once a highly trusted apostle of the Sand Clock. He is the patron saint of inventors and merchants. In the Dark Ages, his altars and temples were everywhere. He is also responsible for guiding the souls of the dead... If those souls of the deceased lost their way, he would guide them to the underworld. In that era before the Wild Hunt, he was one of the few gods who took the initiative to clear the undead."
"But even so, the minor crime of accidentally killing a mortal was still severely punished by the Sand Clock. He was stripped of his apostle status, lost his memory, and reincarnated as a mortal. Under the arrangement of the Sand Clock, he was reincarnated into the home of the child he killed and became their youngest son..."
Having said that, the Lord of Scales and Feathers suddenly stopped talking.
The Lord of Scales and Feathers looked at them meaningfully: "Do you know the name of this apostle?"
Sherlock and Arsene looked at each other, shook their heads, and then looked at Aiwass.
If Aiwass, who has learned advanced divine arts, doesn't know, it is even more impossible for them to know.
Seeing that none of the three had any reaction, not even an instinctive warning, the Lord of Scales and Feathers laughed with satisfaction and gave an answer: "His name as an apostle was Mercury. This name may be unfamiliar to you... After all, he was stripped of his apostolic duties before the birth of mankind."
"--However, you must know his name as an elf. And you must be very familiar with it..."
Having said this, the Lord of Scales and Feathers paused before saying, "His name is... Hermes.
"The 'Hermes' as in 'Sherlock Hermes'."
Without a doubt.
He is the ancestor of the Hermes family.
Hearing this, Sherlock's eyes widened.
He had heard that... there was a trace amount of elven blood in his family's bloodline.
But seeing that none of his family members showed any signs of immortality, Sherlock had never paid much attention to his "trace" elven blood. The only thing that might be related to elven blood was probably Mycroft's overly strong twilight desire.
In Avalon, a land of authoritarian power... with a Lord Chamberlain like his father, directly under the monarch and even more intelligent than Sherlock, Mycroft should have strong adaptability to the Path of Authority, the Path of Wisdom, and the Path of Balance. Yet, he inexplicably possesses an overwhelming affinity for the Path of Dusk... perhaps a throwback to his ancestors.
“…But I am the path of wisdom.”
For some unknown reason, Sherlock suddenly started to defend himself, "I'm not from the Path of Balance..."
"——What a coincidence."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers leaned against the wall and laughed joyfully, "Mercury was once on the path of wisdom. Before he was reincarnated as an elf, he was a winged wizard who followed the Great Master... and as an apostle of the Great Master, he also had a son who is now more famous than he is. He is now the Gray Sky Master.
"Hermes, who later became a spirit, arrived at the tail end of the Dark Ages. He himself wrote the poetry that the foolish women of old recited. He also traveled with Hypatia and Selene as a follower of Dionysus.
"However, the thing that concerns you most here... is actually something else."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers stopped talking after saying this.
And Sherlock is so smart.
He had guessed the truth.
“…The Foolish Songs Tantra.”
Sherlock whispered.
He finally understood...why Hypatia had told them the story of Dionysus the Fool in such detail.
And why did he become so lonely and sad after Sherlock's comment that "the fool who worked hard all his life to deny the 'generalization of God' was revered as the god of wine after his death"?
And...why did she entrust the task of rescuing her daughter to the three of them at the same time.
Aiwass's identity was obvious, and Lily was also about to learn the "Ovum-Moon Tantra" and split off from her old body, "Selene," which Hengwo had abandoned. He, however, seemed to have nothing to do with this matter...
Now, he finally understood.
“——That’s right!”
The Lord of Scales and Feathers hummed twice and laughed with joy at seeing a good show. "The book 'The Foolish Chant Tantra' was completed by Hermes and Hypatia together."
"...I can't possibly be...the reincarnation of Hermes, right?"
Sherlock's voice was dry.
"certainly--"
The Lord of Scales and Feathers drawled, "No. If I hadn't become an Apostle again, the only outcome of entering the Dream World would be the shattering of my soul... becoming the material for a newborn."
At this point, the Lord of Scales and Feathers just smiled and said, "But that might not be the case. After all, that was Gray Tiansi's father, the god who taught him to lie.
"Or maybe, for him... death itself is a lie?"
Before Aiwass and Sherlock could ask again, the Lord of Scales and Feathers waved his hand:
"—Okay, you've been dreaming long enough. It's time to wake up."
The next moment, the three of them felt the earth shaking.
Aiwass only had time to grab the two treasures and hold the most important "Magical Girl Saffron" before he lost consciousness; the other two also grabbed the doll and tried to grab the things at hand, and then lost consciousness at the same time.
Watching the world around him gradually return to normal as if it had been "swallowed", the Lord of Scales and Feathers continued to stare at Haibasha's studio.
His featureless face seemed somewhat silent at this moment.
Update completed!
Thanks to Tian Ze Lu for feeding the three leaders! Thanks to Mu Lao Qi for feeding the leader cat!
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