How could a grandfather bear to let his own grandson feel sad or upset?
In truth, although Kallen's identity as the God of Order made Dis happy and proud, it had not fundamentally exceeded what he could understand and accept. After all, even when he had mistakenly believed Kallen to be "Lord Evil God," Dis had still chosen to protect this grandson.
No matter how the storms raged outside, once he stood at the door, stamped the mud off his boots, and entered the house, his identity returned to something simple.
What Dis savored most was still hearing the bell in the second-floor dining room, walking downstairs, and seeing Kallen say to him, "Grandpa, dinner's ready."
Of course, not everyone could descend from such heights and rediscover that simple, original flavor in ordinary life. Especially when faced with the identity behind Kallen, even the lofty Branch Gods of the previous generation had to respectfully address him as "God."
But Dis had managed it.
It was like how, in his youth, he had constantly sought one peak after another to climb over. This time was no different;
Kallen was his new opponent. He had to surpass him, stand higher than him, and stand in front of him, so that, just as he did now, he could regard himself as his grandfather in his presence.
Of course he knew Kallen would not care about any of this, but this was how he had conducted himself and handled things his entire life. He did not want to change.
"Are your injuries serious?"
Kallen stepped forward to examine his grandfather's injuries, but although Dis stood right before him, he could not close the distance.
Kallen stopped. He realized that this was not his grandfather's original self. What had appeared before him was merely a