Chapter 41: Words of a Ruler

After that, I examined each of the elves selected as sacrifices and the oldest elf in the tribe, but the old woman I had seen then was nowhere to be found.

As there was no explanation other than the evil god's trickery, I decided to just forget about it.

If that night's conversation was some kind of divine arrangement, no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't be able to find any clues.

...I suppose I ended up receiving help, in the end.

I don't feel grateful, though. Just because an evil god rarely does something good doesn't erase all their past misdeeds.

Speaking of which, the same could be said for the mountain god, or rather, the World Tree, but how could one put a spirit that's practically a preschooler on the same level as an actual god?

"One day, a village might be built around you. It might get noisy during construction. Would that be alright?"

Since I don't fully understand the physical structure of spirits either, I asked just in case.

"It's fine!"

The World Tree didn't seem to mind much. I was worried it might not know how to block out sensations, but fortunately, it seemed to know how...