I Am an Evil God

Episode 18- Lempria

Upon hearing the news that someone blessed by Lemfra would be born from Eria’s body, Eria immediately stopped all activities and moved to Feint’s house.

She also figured out how to forge bronze, and since she passed on that skill to other followers, she didn’t have anything Eria had to do right away, so Eria was blessed by her god for being pregnant with her child. She couldn’t be exposed outside.

Some people raised the question of why the child should be covered, since it means that if he is blessed by God, he will grow up to be a person as strong as paint. Lived in a safe paint house.

She wasn’t as strong or wide as she lacked technical skills yet, but just having paint next to her meant her safety was perfectly guaranteed, so she decided to stay next to paint until she gave birth after 300 nights. Did.

If the child Eria gave birth to was simply a child blessed by the gods, she might not have protected it with all her heart and soul.

However, according to the oracle that Feint heard later, she could not ignore the slightest possibility that her child would be hurt, because the child Eria would give birth to would greatly revive him following Lemfra’s command.

Eria didn’t show up outside because of her child, and Feint didn’t go to her village to protect her Eria.

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In this situation, only Atimos, the apostle of Ifritia, could take on the role of leader.

It is said that gods can intervene directly with humans, but right now they can only communicate with those who are called apostles.

If the apostles did not take the lead in conveying God’s will, humans would have no choice but to forget the sense of being connected to God.

During the not-so-short period of 300 days, Atimos stepped forward and connected humans and gods.

In the process, there were many people who strongly believed in Ifritia, but no one felt uncomfortable.

Villagers were free to live with whom they served as their main deity, and even among the gods, Lemfra was the supreme god anyway, so there was no problem with Ifritia’s position increasing, and from Catria’s point of view, the child Eria would give birth was the goddess of wisdom. Since it was able to represent the position of Eria, it was not dissatisfied with Ifritia’s monopolization of faith during the hiatus when Aria was unable to function.

“Whoah!!”

Time passed quickly.

As the cold winter passed, spring arrived, and the flowers bloomed and withered, Eria’s labor pains began.

Next to Aria was an old woman, the eldest in all villages.

As the old woman was old, she helped countless women give birth and was a veteran in this field, so even outsiders could enter the Feint House.

“Get your hair done quickly.”

Feint brought her head to Eria’s side, and Eria tore off her feint’s hair.

Eria’s hair, specially grown for her day, was held in Eria’s hand, and Eria’s muscles, which had fallen out after not working for 300 days, but remained strong, pulled her hair off the paint.

“Turn it off!”

Even Feint, an apostle of Remfra, it was not easy to withstand Aria pulling her own hair.

Eria was also an apostle of Catria, and since she also played the role of a blacksmith, the strength of her arms was very strong, and the pain felt in her head was great.

“Do you really have to do that?”

Katria looked at the paint with a worried expression as she saw the paint’s hair being pulled out.

“Is there any reason not to do it? That’s human culture and tradition. If you’re going to tell us not to do a tradition that’s been kept up until now, there must be a mythical reason, but to be honest, it’s a tradition that doesn’t need to be eliminated, right?”

“That’s true, but…”

Eria and Feint’s pain lasted all night.

Eria suffered from colic and Feint endured through gritting her teeth in her pain as all of her hair was pulled out.

Eria screamed in her vat of acid, but Feint gritted her teeth and endured her pain.

Because they had the belief that the more a man keeps his mouth shut when giving birth, a healthy child will be born, so they clenched their teeth and endured.

This could have been a belief that had nothing to do with mythology, but Lemp did not limit such belief.

Because these beliefs come together to complete a myth.

Faith is something that goes up from human beings.

If there is no story that humans believe in, the three-dimensional effect of the story of God disappears.

Aria’s colic lasted for 10 hours.

It wasn’t until Eria’s body ran out of strength to pull Feint’s head that the child finally revealed her body to the world.

The old woman straightened the umbilical cord and washed the child clean with water prepared in advance.

Pour boiling water little by little into lukewarm water, and the child entered the warm water.

“Haa… Haa…”

While Elia was taking care of herself, the old woman handed her child to her Eria.

“You are a healthy daughter.”

Elia raised her hand and stroked her child’s cheek.

She thought she was her own child, she was so lovely, and she thought that she would be her leader who would lead the village, so she was so proud.

“Daughter, let’s hug each other.”

Elia carefully held her child.

A child’s small gestures, the sound of crying,

Each one was so strange and thrilling.

“What should she name her child?”

When Aria looked at her paint and asked, the paint came up to me with a big face and said.

“Let’s call her Lempria. She’ll have to live with Lempra for the rest of her life.”

Feint stroked Lempria’s hair and then went out of her house.

All villagers knew that Aria’s birth was imminent, so a large crowd gathered in the village.

There seemed to be at least 50 people from each village, and when they gathered in front of Feint’s house, it felt like the sight was full.

“I, Feint and Aria’s daughter, a child who will live with Lemfra for the rest of her life, Lempria was born!”

Feint let go of her throat and shouted, and the villagers followed suit.

“”Lempria! Lempria!””

Lempria, the leader who will lead the followers of Lemfra in the future.

Her legend began when she heard the voices of people calling her name and instead of crying out loud, she smiled.

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A dark-haired girl was lying on the floor with grass in her mouth.

She chewed hard on the grass in her mouth as if she didn’t like it so much.

“Ha, I knew I’d be here.”

A boy sat next to her.

“Dad was looking for my sister a lot.”

“If you’re going to find one, come in person. I don’t care about that damn philosophy.”

“I’m not going to tell you about philosophy?”

“Then, what can I tell you about? Isn’t my father good at only philosophy? Mom is better at hunting, and Atimos is better at fighting.”

“Area-sama said that my father is actually a very strong man, but he doesn’t use his strength because it’s a peaceful time.”

At the boy’s words, the girl laughed out loud.

“Do you believe that? Does my dad look really strong? Sitting in town on a fictional day and talking to some philosophers? Even if he was really strong back in the day, he must have been weak since he’d only been talking for so long.”

The girl lifted her hips and rose from the floor.

“I’m not saying that philosophy isn’t necessary. Thanks to my father, our village is developing, and I think it’s definitely important to explore the world and the nature of humans. But I want to fight like Atimos. Difficult philosophy. You can leave the same to your subordinates.”

“Yes, my daughter. You don’t seem to want to learn philosophy, do you?”

The girl flinched and trembled and looked behind her to see the paint smiling benevolently.

As the seven years have passed, the appearance of the paint has changed a lot.

At first, she had an innocent impression when she got to know Lemfra, but when she occupied the village for a while, she changed to a sharp impression, and now she has grown into a leader with a benevolent and gentle side.

“I’m not saying the philosophy is bad. To be honest, the fights are much more fun. And the intentions are good too, right? To promote our rookie Lemfra more widely. What could be a more perfect action than this?”

“You mean fighting is good, right?”

Paint looked at the girl and smiled.

“Let’s make one condition. When the time comes for you to defeat me, I won’t care what you do. Instead, learn philosophy together until then.”

“Okay. It sticks right away.”

“Right?”

“Yes, to be honest, my dad is like a gentleman, so I think I can win even if I fight.”

The girl posed and looked at her paint.

“Yes, give it a shot.”

The girl quickly ran up to the soft-talking paint and punched her.

And that was the girl’s last memory.

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The girl who had come to her senses was already having a discussion between her philosophers and her father.