Chapter 1209 — Meeting Again
Blade of Dawn · Page 3 of 5
"If one day they really do make a magic-shadow drama about the Goddess of Magic, and tell everyone that the original 'Miracle of the Source of Magic' was invented by a severely alcoholic mage after he drank himself silly, and that the first oracle of the Goddess of Magic came from an old mage's terrible ringing in the ears upon waking... then I really must thank them and all their ancestors..."
Amorn was somewhat surprised. "An oracle? So in your early years you truly did hand down oracles? Did you not say you never answered the prayers of the faithful?"
"...Young and foolish," Mirmirna sighed. "When I was newly born I was muddled and addled — you know that state well enough. Right in the middle of sleep, suddenly hearing someone call my name, of course I answered on instinct. How was I to know that after answering once there would be no end to it..."
Amorn seemed to be suppressing a smile; his eyes narrowed, and only after a moment did he speak. "The Divine Council's 'remodeling plan' will begin with those churches already waning or in decline, or those like the Sunlight Church that are wholly under secular control — so perhaps they really will 'tell a new story' about the Goddess of Magic. That much you may look forward to. But then again, the stories they tell may not always follow one pattern — can you accept them all?"
"What is there I cannot accept?" Mirmirna said carelessly. "I have even accepted my own funeral..."
"I once discussed his plans with Gaoyang, and I have seen some of the Divine Council's materials," Amorn said unhurriedly. "They need not only to secularize divine authority, but also to humanize and popularize the gods. Considering the public's present capacity to accept such things, for the time being they likely will not go so far as to cast the gods as villains — but perhaps in their next 'new story,' the Goddess of Magic will be given a secularized 'character setting' and make her painted entrance upon the stage..."
Before Amorn had finished speaking, Mirmirna fell into earnest thought, and after pondering a while she said with perfect seriousness, "If their protective equipment can withstand it, I think I could go up there myself..."
Amorn: "..."
Mirmirna looked at him curiously. "Why have you gone silent?"
"Sometimes I feel I can never keep up with your train of thought..." Amorn said slowly. "Especially this time."
"I think that is entirely normal," Mirmirna said carelessly. "Compared with me, you are not much good at thinking..."
Amorn closed his eyes, as if he could no longer be bothered with this "neighbor" who insisted on staying. But suddenly, as if sensing something, he snapped his eyes open — and the holy radiance shone brighter than before.
"What is it?" Mirmirna sensed the restless, churning aura around Amorn; never had she felt such a reaction from this naturally peaceful god of nature. "You..."
"I sense..." Amorn murmured softly as if in a dream, his gaze fixed on the great gate before the Court of Defiance. "They have come..."
"They? Who are they?" Mirmirna was briefly startled and did not react at first, but soon something came back to her, her expression shifting slightly, and the look she turned on Amorn grew somewhat complicated. "...Do you need me to leave?"
"...Thank you for understanding," Amorn said in a low voice. "Also, please do me a favor before you go."
Mirmirna rose. Looking at Amorn's vast, scarred body, she guessed what this god of nature meant to say before he continued. "I understand — a little dignity?"
Amorn lowered his eyelids slightly. "I only do not want them to worry."