Kallen sat down beside Dis. The ground was a little cool.
Closing his eyes as the evening breeze brushed his face and kept stirring his hair, Kallen began listening carefully and intently. He said nothing for a long time.
Dis asked, "Can you hear it now?"
Kallen shook his head and answered, "I still can't hear anything."
After a pause, Kallen added, "Perhaps it's because you're blocking it too thoroughly."
"Heh."
Kallen knew that the one before him was the "God of Order," but his appearance was that of his grandfather, Dis.
The God of Order sat outside the epoch, blocking the return of the gods and protecting the tranquility of this epoch;
His grandfather stood at the door of their home, likewise ensuring the peace of their little family, allowing them to stay away from the Church World's treacherous conflicts and live the happy lives of ordinary people;
Dis was Order in miniature; Order was Dis magnified.
There was no contradiction between them.
Insisting on forcing them into opposition would only turn it into the sort of debate people used to kill time when they had nothing better to do.
"If only you could keep blocking them there forever."
"That isn't a thought an Order Follower should have. Those who believe in Order should always have absolute courage, taking the initiative to stand in the front row and shoulder the corresponding responsibilities."
"It's not a thought, just a sentiment. It doesn't delay what needs doing, or even affect my subjective initiative." Kallen pointed at himself. "Now, the greater my strength and the resources at my command become, the weaker you become. With every step I take upward, you slide a stretch downhill."
"You're my inheritance heir. That's inevitable, though I'm still not certain whether I'll truly choose you.
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