The Age of Mortals I

"B-but how could I possibly do that?" Freya stared toward the direction from which the voice had come in midair. She had been so shocked that she had risen from beside the round table without even realizing it. "How could I possibly stop a god from awakening?" Her mind was in chaos. She had no idea why Milos had chosen her. She was nothing more than an ordinary person—an utterly ordinary person at that—and had no connection to the Gods whatsoever. In fact, she had thought her ability to accept the unbelievable was already strong enough. Ever since escaping Buchi, the series of changes that had taken place around her had left her dizzy and confused. She had only just managed to sort things out and barely adapt to her current identity as a knight cadet when, all of a sudden, a god asked her to help stop its resurrection?

What was she supposed to use? Draw the Lionheart Sword and stab the God of Giants to death with one strike? Of course, perhaps future legends would record it that way: In the last ten days of summer at the end of the Year of the Sword, the female knight Freya assassinated the last god—Father of Frost Giants Milos—and, following the Azure Knights, truly brought the Age of Gods to an end. Then, as time passed, those records would gradually be buried in ancient scrolls, stored in the lowest layers of the wizards' parchment archives, until someone mentioned them again thousands of years later.

Freya suddenly snapped out of her delusions. Blushing, she quickly shook her head. What am I even thinking? No matter how I looked at it, this was impossible. That was a god, after all. How could a mortal like her possibly kill him? The idea of