The Story to Be Continued

The god narrowed His eyes and smiled at Shade before Him. With the wrinkles piled across His face, He looked like an old man strolling down the street, asking a boy He had happened upon whether he wanted some candy.

Shade turned to look at Miss Olanord. She nodded cautiously and said with great respect:

"Divine One, I am preparing to establish a library to assist my teacher in collecting knowledge. Please grant me Your blessing, within the bounds of what is permitted."

So that was her wish. Shade once again felt as though he were witnessing history. It would have been a pity to give up his wish, but at that moment, he understood that he had made the right choice.

"That is quite a good wish. It is one I can fulfill."

The kindly-looking old man smiled and nodded:

"I admire your resolve, and I can see how excellent the library you wish to establish in your heart will be. Very good, descendant of the Longleaf Elves. I am willing to grant you My blessing."

"Longleaf Elf" was a classification among the ancient Elf Race. Shade's knowledge of elves had mentioned this.

He extended His empty hand, and specks of white light began to gather. But He suddenly glanced at Shade, then withdrew that hand. Casually drawing His pipe back from the air, He smiled and asked:

"If you wish to establish the library you want, a simple blessing will likely not be enough for you. So, do you want more blessings and power? I can give them to you."

Zalas's Witch was slightly surprised, while Miss Olanord looked alarmed.

"God, I do not have a sufficient price to offer."

No god's blessing was ever free. Shade understood that better than anyone.

"What I want is simple. I