What was he saying?
What was I hearing?
Wasn't this a little too melodramatic?
Feeling as though he had fallen into the plot of some street-side storybook sold for five copper coins apiece, Iolam truly felt that this whole affair was rather unreliable.
Destiny?
Faced with the word Sodda had uttered.
He thought of his current state, one that could hardly even be called human, then of how his nation had fallen and his family ruined, leaving him curled up in a lightless underground city, muddling through as he waited for death.
For some reason, he felt a little heartsore too...
He truly did not think he possessed something so high-end.
Something that sounded like it belonged to a story's protagonist.
Yet in the face of his doubt, incomprehension, and confusion, Sodda merely waved a hand calmly.
"Though you mortals may stand head and shoulders above the rest in the mortal world, you would do best not to question The Supreme One's decision."
"If that great being believes you are qualified, then you are indeed qualified."
"That is fact, and that is truth!"
"You need only revere it as the Correct Path and follow it."
Every word was delivered as though it were only right and proper, full of righteous conviction.
When speaking of that great being, his face was even filled with reverence and worship, like the most fanatical believer.
Seeing this.
Iolam was somewhat speechless in response to those muttering nonsensically words that felt as if faith had seeped into the man's brain.
He felt that the fellow before him had probably been brainwashed by someone stronger.
He was already somewhat abnormal...
And Iolam had seen situations like this more times than he could count.
This world did not lack fanatical believers, nor did other worlds...
In his