"No, not for now."
Nimrod shook his head, rejecting Mr. Z's proposal:
"We're in no hurry. In a little while, Megose will discover that Lanevus has vanished without explanation. After that, the people he once deceived will take her along to search for him."
Nimrod took a moment to compose his words, then addressed Mr. Z in a tone modeled after certain scriptures:
"Since she has been chosen by the Lord to be his mother in this incarnation, she is destined to receive honor when she comes here. First she must suffer, then bear the burden of sin. Finally, at the moment of the Lord's birth, she shall become the holy mother of this world and sit upon that blessed seat."
"Therefore, we cannot bring her here now. We must wait for her to seek our help before we extend a hand to her."
"But even so, you must protect her and keep her from our enemies' harm-not merely because she carries the Lord, but because, in this age before the Lord walks the earth, we must administer justice on earth in his stead."
Nimrod rubbed his thumb over the charm Ouroboros had given him, his gaze unreadable.
Having inherited the Celestial Worthy's identity, he would inevitably draw God Almighty's hostility. In that respect, he and the True Creator were clearly on the same side.
Of the two wills that had split off from the Ancient Sun God, Adam leaned too far toward rationality, while the True Creator was far too mad. Nimrod had no intention of approaching the excessively rational Adam. Instead, he planned to start with the True Creator.
But he did not need a mad True Creator who stood against the Seven Gods. That would only drag him into becoming an enemy of the entire world. What