The goal was not to become a Heavenly Seer, nor a Pillar God.
It was to become an existence above the Pillar Gods—
"...Are you serious?"
As they walked with Iver toward the basement, Sherlock still could not help lowering his voice and asking, "As a priest, is it really all right to say something like that? Won't it... violate some kind of taboo?"
After hearing what Iver had said, he had been unable to settle down. He did not even know what he was panicking about; he simply could no longer calm himself enough to think.
"Of course it won't."
Iver shook his head.
The Iver of before might have humbly said something like, "I don't know why I said that either," or, "It was just an excuse to make them turn toward goodness."
But the Iver of today had finally faced his own goal head-on.
He felt neither ashamed nor cowardly about it—just like a student with poor grades who claimed that his goal was to attend Tsinghua and Peking University or some such school, only to worry that others would laugh at him. Thus, even if he yearned for such a future in his heart, when people asked him about it, he would still put on a shy, restrained smile and reply, "Oh, anywhere is fine."
It was not that he dared not dream.
He simply dared not say it aloud.
He had such ambition in his heart, yet he still worried about failure. If he boasted about it in the past but could not accomplish it, how humiliating would that be?
—The Iver of the past had been like that.
When he came to this world and awakened his memories of his Previous Life, he had already thought about becoming a Pillar God. Back then, he