When We No Longer Grow Old

"Grand Executor Hutton's mind has returned to normal. It is said that Diakum the Saint's Faith Incarnation personally went to the reflection of a tributary of fate and brought him back to reality. At present, the Grand Executor is having dinner with his two sons and several archbishops of the Krokuun Clan.

They went to the Nagrand grasslands and held a picnic with quite the flavor of their homeland.

Apparently, Lord Hutton ate fifteen Talbuk kebabs in one go and was lavishly praised for his appetite."

Ms. Vilara's account made Velen, who was "serving his sentence," smile. Dressed like an ascetic, he was currently sitting on a tattered cushion, performing his prayers for the day.

But when he finished praying, Velen still said softly:

"Next time you describe these things, do not go into such detail. It makes it seem as if we are secretly spying on our compatriots."

"You are far too old-fashioned."

Vilara said unhappily:

"My students merely happened to see that scene while using detection magic. Besides, who in this sea of stars has the ability to spy on the incarnation of a god?

Rest assured.

We are not so terrible that we would disturb a father and son's reunion, and no one wishes to anger a god in a good mood.

Honestly, from my shallow understanding of Lesser God authority, it cannot have been easy for Diakum to 'come down' once amid his busy schedule. He spent the first half of the night eating and drinking with his old father and brothers, and in the latter half, he probably had to take three old ladies out on dates.

He really is busy enough."

"But that is a good thing."

Velen said with a smile:

"We are glad to see that one who has ascended to godhood