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A god!
No!
One of the Divine-Blooded!
Old Mr. Gwen instantly connected Creados with the Divine-Blooded of legend, but immediately shook his head.
Because-
Even a true Divine-Blooded could not make a deity become a follower.
Unless that person was actually...
A deity!
Having reached this conclusion, old Mr. Gwen immediately sucked in a breath.
Arthur Credos was a deity?
No!
Definitely not!
But if he wasn't, why would...
Wait!
The present Arthur Credos wasn't a deity.
But what about before?
What about the Arthur Credos of the past?
Could he have been a deity?
That sword strike that slew Imora the Devourer, and the name "Icarus" that Imora cried out!
Rumor had it that Icarus was one of the Twenty-Seven Heroes.
And during the holy age, every hero was believed to be a reincarnated deity.
As he recalled the knowledge he had gained from his past reading, old Mr. Gwen's gaze began to change, filling with uncertainty, then fear, then...
Awe!
Yes, awe!
The deities of legend were worthy of respect.
And an existence whom even those legendary deities followed had to be someone beyond any true description in human history, someone worshipped as a totem even during the golden age, someone...
Supreme!
To think I've encountered such an existence!
Old Mr. Gwen trembled all over with excitement.
He felt as though he were witnessing history.
No!
Not witnessing history!
Taking part in it, becoming history!
The next moment, his eyes began to sting.
Nothing could excite a historian more than participating in history and becoming part of its record.
And if anything could?
It would naturally be participating in even more history, becoming part of even more historical records.
At that thought, the old gentleman dropped to his knees without the slightest hesitation.
Not on one knee.