With his beloved books on his back, the "God of Knowledge" of Gold Fief walked briskly along a forest path.
Although he felt somewhat reluctant to leave Gold Fief, the thought that he was also getting away from that monstrous demigod lifted his spirits despite himself.
He had no desire to be eaten.
He was absolutely certain that the gaze sizing him up had been the gaze of someone appraising food.
"Where did a monster like that come from?"
"Even Aige three hundred years ago probably couldn't compare, could he?"
The thought of Aige, the "hero" from three hundred years ago, filled this "God of Knowledge" with melancholy.
He was certain something had happened back then.
Yet he had no way of knowing what it had been.
Even now, the events of those days continued to affect him.
They prevented him from absorbing faith power to perfect himself like a true god. He could only slowly absorb intense emotions to sustain his existence.
And now, that monstrous demigod had cut off even that means of survival.
Fortunately, the power he had accumulated was enough to sustain him for a considerable time-a long time even by a god's standards.
Moreover, he believed that the monstrous demigod would leave Gold Fief before long, allowing him to return home.
If the other party helped him "recover" his memories from back then, that would be an unexpected bonus.
On that condition, he would not mind becoming the other party's subordinate god.
At least...
The other party was powerful enough.
For a "false god" like him, with little fighting ability, there could hardly be a better protector.
Countless books had taught the "God of Knowledge" when to give and when to take.
Of course, that was a matter for later!
Now?
He had no desire