Chapter: 211
After examining the Elf’s Books that Huang Dong-gyeong brought, I discovered several intriguing facts.
First and foremost, the hypothesis that a war broke out among the gods was indeed proven true.
It confirmed that gods sharing the same cultural sphere had formed factions but engaged in war for some unknown reasons.
The nearby forces of Olympus and Ennead pointed weapons at each other; this part of the narrative was something not found in either human or Dwarven records.
It seemed that only the Elves retained the memory of that era.
Why did the gods go to war? Was it a desperate struggle for limited faith? Or were there tangled relationships among the gods that escalated into conflict?
There were no detailed records on that. However, it was clearly documented that the war between Olympus and Ennead grew increasingly complex due to mutual interests and friendships among the gods, resulting in a situation where about sixty percent of the deities in the Divine Hall participated.
The war stretched on for days, even hundreds of days, with countless gods either declining in faith or meeting their downfall, suffering tremendous losses.
And the conclusion of such a war… well, revealing that too soon might spoil the surprise. Nevertheless, the mere existence of such a conflict was already a significant discovery.
It was indeed a considerable find, but… I needed more information.
What caused the war among the gods? What were they fighting for? Why did so many gods have to battle over each other’s faith?
The reasons for that remained entirely unclear.
And one more thing.
Of the four most powerful factions among the gods at that time, if Olympus and Ennead fought, where were the other two?
What were the Aesir and Lokapala doing during all of this?
What of the Temple of Life, which now exerts its power under the name Church of Life? What was happening over there?
There were too many, far too many gaps in the information.
It would be nice to get answers from the gods themselves, but just the act of digging into these matters would likely draw their ire.
They would not let it slide… hmm. Wait a minute. Wasn’t there a god free from the Divine Hall?
The Dwarven Deity? Given that the sacred mountain Sagarmatha has little connection to the Divine Hall…
However, on the off chance that the story through Sagarmatha reaches the Divine Hall…
That wouldn’t end well. Definitely not.
I let out a small sigh. The situation was frustratingly stagnant with no clues left. I couldn’t afford to give up now. The sense of helplessness in this dilemma felt almost suffocating.
While the Elven documents had proven quite helpful, they contained almost no information about Baal.
If someone had meticulously wiped out any leads regarding Baal… I could hardly imagine how thorough they must have been.
What should I do now? If I can’t find anything from the Dwarves, Elves, or humans… should I ask the Dragons for help?
While mulling over such idle thoughts, I picked up a parchment document nearby.
A document recording the history of the Elves. As time went on, it appeared they added layers of parchment, gradually thickening it; the layers toward the end grew thinner and better in quality.
The Elves, known for their leatherworking skills—said to be the best—had they really crafted such documents in ancient times?
Well, history isn’t written in a day; technology likely improved and evolved over time. That much is natural.
With such thoughts, I began to handle the thick parchment.
Suddenly, I felt something unusual from this thick parchment.
This wasn’t just a thick piece of parchment.
It had a subtly slippery texture, as if it were not one sheet, but rather two sheets adhered together…
Wait a minute.
I carefully checked the edges of the parchment.
It appeared to be a single sheet, but there was a very slight… double layer.
With caution, I took out a small dagger and inserted it into the double-layered part, moving slowly.
Though it was an act of damaging the document, perhaps… just perhaps…
The slowly moved dagger successfully peeled away the pages that had seemed as one, allowing me to see the inside of the parchment.
“This is…”
On the rear page, there were records of events predating the Elven history—records from the era of the gods. It was rudimentary, though it held information about the gods’ era.
The earliest entries documented the birth of the gods from the perspective of Yggdrasil, the god of the Elves.
It detailed the age when countless gods were born and ran amok in the world.
In such an age, the king of the gods… Bael? Hm? Not Baal?
No, it’s quite possible they intentionally recorded it differently. During that time, properly recording the names of the gods might have been seen as blasphemy. They probably altered it just a little to avoid transgression.
In any case, there were slight records concerning the king of the gods.
Ascended as the king of the gods, crowned by the Goddess of Life, ruling over the deities for hundreds of years… until the continent began to rise, which led to world-shattering chaos… and a significant blow that shattered him…
After that, the pieces of Baal, scattered, were divided among the deities he had created, who proclaimed themselves gods of the sky…?
So, that means…
I took a deep breath and continued reading the once-adhered pages.
Among the majority of the gods who claimed to be the king of the gods, most were fragments created by Baal, and after he shattered, they took possession of his pieces.
That part was quite shocking, but the following content was even more so.
After Baal’s disappearance, the Goddess of Life, disappointed by the gods’ rampaging behavior… decided to close the age of the gods.
To appease the Goddess of Life, the pieces of Baal were returned to her… hm…
To the god possessing those pieces, it meant death, resulting in evasion and, ultimately, war among the gods.
Was the desire of the Goddess of Life to reclaim Baal’s pieces the cause of the war among the gods?
That was a bit shocking. The most gentle among the gods, the Goddess of Life, turned out to be the reason for ending the age of the gods.
However, if such a Goddess of Life closed down the age of the gods, why was Baal’s existence buried?
Did the end of the age of the gods mean the king of the gods was no longer needed?
Or perhaps… for some purpose, Baal’s existence was deliberately erased?
What the truth is remains unknown, but… for now, I should organize the content a bit more.
Once it’s sorted out and concluded, I should discuss with Huang Dong-gyeong about whether it is okay to make an announcement.
I closed the Elven historical document.
“Hm. Quite impressive.”
I realized someone was observing me while I was organizing the materials.
“Despite thinking that most information had been erased, you managed to compile this much data.”
A silver-haired girl. A silver-haired girl with horns on her head.
Anyone who’s studied history would surely know her appearance.
“Dragon Priestess…?”
“Hmm. Did you organize this all by yourself? For a human, that’s quite impressive. I shall commend you.”
Caught off guard by her smiling figure, I found myself at a loss for words.
The Dragon Priestess was surely the representative of the Goddess of Life, acting on her will.
I slightly gripped and then released the dagger hidden in my robe.
There was no way to fight. She was not someone I should be fighting to begin with.
And there was no guarantee winning a fight would even be possible.
“Hmm. You’re wise to think so. Charging foolishly wouldn’t yield good results for you.”
“How did you get here…?”
“Let’s say I was concerned due to some troublesome movements. After tracking the happenings here, I wound up reaching this place. You may take pride in my interest being piqued.”
The Dragon Priestess spoke nonchalantly, and I let out a sigh.
Is this the end? Will my dream of leaving a mark in history be thwarted here?
“So, are you going to deal with me?”
“Deal with you? Deal with you…?”
The Dragon Priestess flashed a mischievous smile before she spoke.
“Well, I’m not sure. What should I do?”
“I harbor no regrets. I know well the risks involved in unearthing history buried by the gods.”
“Oh? And you still went ahead and did it?”
“But may I ask one last favor?”
At my words, the Dragon Priestess tilted her head in curiosity.
“One last favor?”
“That’s right.”
“Hm. One last favor, is it…?”
She smiled brightly and said.
“Very well. What is your request?”
“I want to know the truth… the truth.”
“The truth?”
“That’s right. Please reveal to me the truths buried within history. As the representative of the Goddess of Life, you should know it well.”
I had prepared for death. From the moment I began investigating such dangerous matters, I had resigned myself to that fate.
But the unfortunate part was not knowing the truth.
The truth about the war among the gods and Baal.
Why has the existence of Baal, the king of the gods, been erased?
I wanted to uncover the facts hidden in history.
“Hm…. The truth. It might not be as grand as you think, but do you still wish to know?”
“Of course.”
The Dragon Priestess looked at my face and nodded slightly.
“Very well. I will tell you the truth.”
With that, the Dragon Priestess began to speak.
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