Political Marriage With a Friendly Enemy

With that, the voice of the Goddess was faintly heard.
Then I woke up.

Gasp.

I finally lifted my heavy eyelids.
I woke up from my sleep, still dazed as ever.

Maybe it was because I had been in the dream for a few days too long.
At first I felt terrified, as if I had been thrown into a strange place.
Eventually, I came to my senses and quickly realized it.

“It was all a dream…….”

I was back again.
This was the reality with Kwanach and my second life.

My whole body tingled, but it wasn’t exhaustion.
It was more like being pushed by an intangible force.

An instinctive feeling of awe, intimidation, fear….

Was it really the Goddess? But I was not a priest, so how could I hear the voice of the Goddess?

Or perhaps it was just an empty dream created by my anxiety.
But the voice in the dream was still fresh in my ears, as if it had whispered beside me.
It was as if I was face to face with the Goddess.

It was ridiculous.
To think that the Goddess had called me was in itself a kind of disrespect.

But at a time when the waters of the river were polluted and the blessings of the Goddess were fading more and more on the human continent, there was an arrogant but worrying speculation that the Goddess might indeed have come to my aid.

What does it mean to regain my destiny? Was this dream like a test planned by the Goddess?

Now there was a lot I didn’t understand.
It was only natural that I, a mere mortal, could not guess what the will of God.

“There are so many things I don’t know about the Goddess.”

First, I asked Marianne to bring me as many books on Goddess Fahar from the library as she could.

No one should be unfamiliar with the mythology of the Goddess, who was said to be the creator of this world.
Even a young child knew the myth.
However, I had never studied theology properly, so I did not know the technical details.

I prayed that the books would bring me some useful knowledge as always.

* * *

While I was trapped for a few days, I spent my time reading myths and tales about Goddess Fahar, the Goddess of Creation.

But nowhere did the goddess repeatedly come to me in my dreams.
And there was nothing about the child in a dream.

Only in the memoirs of many of the heroes of the turbulent times, there were passages claiming that they were chosen by the Goddess.

‘That’s the way it is.
That’s the story that all heroes and royalty tell to the people.’

It was difficult to discern the truth.
The Pernen family, the previous dynasty of the land, was also famous for having its founder blessed by the Goddess.

After reading a few books, I lost interest and soon felt helpless.
No matter how much knowledge I accumulated, there was nothing I could do right away.

If the Goddess’ call was true and not my imagination, what was I supposed to do?

The Goddess asked me to protect her.
However, being locked in a room, I could not protect anyone.
I didn’t know much about what was going on outside.

It was difficult to keep asking Marianne.
Because she had to disobey the Emperor’s orders, which was a burden on her.

Obviously there seemed to be a war outside, but inside the palace, it was peaceful.

Kwanach took time out of his busy schedule to come and see me every day.
He only inquired briefly about my well-being and then disappeared.

I wasn’t angry with him, nor was I nice to him as if nothing had happened.
I just nodded silently.

With such a dry response, Kwanach looked like he was going to collapse any second.

It was the same today.