Roa the Deity

My name is Rudeus.

I've been in this world for two years now.

I haven't been having a good time here.

Even though I'm a baby, I could be doing so many things I wanted to do but couldn't before.

But that damn little shota, oh no, that damn brat has stopped me time and time again.

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Today, I'll make him pay for humiliating me.

With that thought in mind, he tiptoed towards Roa's room. The door was ajar, so he quietly pushed it open without a sound.

He suddenly burst into the room and saw a scene that shocked him.

The pretty little shota was holding a dagger with his fair, slender fingers. The dagger was entirely black, made of countless black threads.

As he pushed the door open, Roa coldly glanced at the blond brat before him.

The Magic Blade on his finger spun like a butterfly knife in a beautiful flourish, leaving streaks of black in the air.

"So cool," Rudeus murmured, lost in thought.

However, a gaze devoid of any emotion fell upon him.

"Rudeus, don't you know to knock?"

Roa's voice was calm and elegant. Though young, it carried a subtle authority.

Rudeus waved his chubby little hand, wanting to explain something.

But after meeting that clear gaze, he inexplicably lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

A sigh came from Roa, who continued, "Don't do that again." He waved his hand, signaling Rudeus to get out.

Rudeus, however, was very curious about what he had just seen. He asked Roa, "Brother Roa, were you casting Magic just now?"

Roa nodded indifferently.

Rudeus asked curiously, "What kind of Magic was that, and why didn't you need an incantation?"

Ever since Rudeus learned of the existence of supernatural powers in this world at the age of one, he had been researching Magic and training his Magic Power. He had now reached a level where he could barely cast Intermediate Magic, and he had even figured out a way to cast Magic without incantations.

Roa's lips curved upwards. In Rudeus's eyes, it looked like a cold sneer, but Roa said playfully, "Who told you that casting Magic requires an incantation?"

Rudeus blinked, stammering, "But don't the books all say you need to recite a very, very long phrase?"

Roa glanced at him and said, "Magic is not such an inconvenient thing. Do you really believe the words of those useless mages in the books? If they can't figure it out themselves, can't you find your own way? Just listen, but never take it seriously."

Rudeus fell silent. He looked at his four-year-old, rosy-cheeked older brother and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

His pride had been wounded. He thought his talent was exceptional after reincarnation, but he hadn't expected his older brother to be even more monstrous.

After moping for a while, he heard Roa speak again, explaining, "This is a technique I developed. I call it the Magic Sword."

Rudeus's eyes lit up. He cautiously asked, "Um, can I learn it?"

Roa was not surprised that Rudeus had been secretly training his Magic Power. He thought for a moment and asked, "How is your control over your Magic Power?"

"It's okay, I guess."

"Can you condense your Magic Power?"

"Yes, I can," Rudeus nodded.

Roa continued, "Don't transform it into elements like Wind, Fire, Water, or Earth. Magic Power is just Magic Power. Try to compress it, condense it continuously."

Rudeus frowned, and soon his face turned pale. He sighed, "No, I don't have enough Magic Power. This technique requires too much."

Roa waved his hand and sighed, "It seems you can't do it."

The word "can't" pierced Rudeus's chest like a sharp sword.

In an instant, Rudeus's face turned red. He looked at the indifferent little shota before him. Although Roa's expression was still blank, he had reason to believe the boy was deliberately teasing him.

Looking at the bright weather outside, the summer heat radiating its unique warmth, white clouds drifting across the blue sky, Roa thought, "Let's go out."

Hearing the words "go out," Rudeus instinctively shivered. He wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, he heard Roa's indifferent voice, "Of course, this is an order, not a question."

Rudeus forced an awkward smile and looked at Roa, saying, "Why do we need to go out? It's so hot outside, and it's so cool inside. Why go out and bask in the sun?"

Roa said nothing, just looked at him.

Rudeus swallowed. He met that deathly gaze, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words "let's go out together."

In the end, he was forcibly dragged out. He told Lilia, "I'm going out," and left with Rudeus, who looked as if he had lost his parents.

The world outside was actually quite beautiful. The temperature wasn't scorching today, and a gentle breeze brought a hint of coolness to their bodies. Just outside the door lay golden wheat fields, where farmers were working. Children of the same age were playing. Rudeus looked around with a hint of fear.

Even after two years, the trauma in his heart hadn't healed. He was a timid person by nature.

The next moment, a warm hand took Rudeus's little hand. Rudeus was stunned. He nervously looked up and saw a faint smile on Roa's lips.

Like the spring sunshine, like the autumn breeze, the smile was faint but incredibly beautiful.

The dazzling sunlight shone on his blond hair, which swayed in the breeze. His eyes were always so calm, as tranquil as a clear spring.

For some reason, Rudeus was a little obsessed.

Roa led this otaku to the golden ears of rice and said in a low voice, "Reach out your hand."

Rudeus reached out his hand, and Roa raised it next to the ears of rice. The golden ears of rice swayed in the wind, their plump grains shining so brightly. Rudeus's fingers lightly brushed past the golden ears of rice, and a tickling sensation ran through his hand. He saw a tiny bug crawling on the ears of rice, and he felt a little dazed.

He was a bit lost. Rudeus met Roa's gaze. Those eyes were clear and bright, as if they could see into one's heart. With just one look, Rudeus felt as though everything about him had been seen through by those eyes.

Roa slowly spoke, "Although I don't know what you're afraid of, life is only once. Your health, your mission, and the people you love are the most important."

Rudeus stared at him blankly. The handsome face was illuminated by the dim, yellow light, making it look so sacred.

In this moment, Rudeus designated the older brother before him as his god.

Roxy's divine position was taken by Roa.