It was a starry, moonless night. The brightest star, whose name no one knew, shone especially brightly that day.
According to the "Calendar" passed down among humans, Hecate knew that it was her birthday. Unlike other times, Spirit Number Day only occurred once every four years, and on that day, the moon in the sky always vanished without a trace.
Some gods had once said that the day symbolized the birth of evil. Others had said it was connected to the creator of humanity.
But Hecate did not care about that. So while the Golden Humans gathered before the temple to worship the gods, she secretly ran elsewhere to look at the stone tablets that recorded "history."
Normally, humans did not allow her to approach the temple. After all, allowing a God Forsaken to draw near a place where the gods were worshiped was itself a form of blasphemy.
However, after the Golden Humans' worship ended, on her hurried way back, Hecate tripped over something hard. That was when she discovered this miraculous treasure.
She had seen many things like it, but none of them had been real treasures.
"Stone tablet, stone tablet, do you have a story to tell me today?"
Inside the narrow hut, Hecate hugged something that looked very familiar and talked to it under her breath.
"Are there really humans in this world who don't respect the gods? I feel like the people in your stories are completely different from Uncle Koen and the others."
But the stone tablet remained as it was, without the slightest reaction.
"Not again? I may have grown up, but does growing up mean I can't listen to stories anymore—"
Although she was a little unhappy, the girl still accepted reality. After all, she had barely seen any interesting stories on