The afternoon sunlight was warm and pleasant. Roy sat at a small outdoor table beside the River Thames, with a porcelain teapot filled with rich, fragrant black tea resting on it.
He took small sips one after another while chatting with the young man seated across from him. Although the man had delicate features, his personality was actually rather rough and straightforward.
As the King of the Gods in Celtic Mythology, Nuada was extremely famous within that Mythological System. If compared to Greek Mythology, he should have held a position equivalent to that of the first- or second-generation King of the Gods.
After losing his right hand in a battle while invading the territory of another godly race, Nuada had once been driven from his divine throne.
In Celtic Mythology, a king had to be the strongest warrior, and physical defects were absolutely unacceptable. As long as he failed to restore his right arm, he would never be able to reclaim the throne.
Thus, Nuada forged a silver arm to replace his severed one, allowing him to reclaim his divine throne and become the King of the Gods once more.
That was the origin of the title Silver Arm Nuada.
Of course, that was merely the version of Celtic Mythology passed down to the present—a result of distortion in the phase of Mythological History.
In reality, Nuada had lost his right arm because it was a necessary step in his Demon God ascension ritual.
Just as Othinus had gouged out her right eye, and just as Roy had hung himself on the cross.
Whether Mythology had come first and the Demon Gods afterward, or whether the Demon Gods had come first and Mythology afterward, could no longer be determined.
Demon Gods did not care about contradictions like whether the chicken