Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

As times began to advance, the living bore the destiny of the dead, and the day in the world of Hemenu was indeed bustling.

Leaving this unnamed hill, Messe returned to his family and friends. He proclaimed to them that he had received Divine Revelation—except for his mother-in-law, belonging to the Midianite Priest.

He claimed he was about to go to Egypt, following the will of God, to rescue his own people, and not even the Egyptian gods who resided above Heliopolis could stop him. He was prepared for this, yet, as was to be expected, Messe's words and actions were met with skepticism.

No one believed that this eighty-year-old man truly received grace from God, especially not from those well-known deities but from one that only existed in Hebrew mythology and had never manifested.

Rather than Divine Revelation, they were more inclined to believe that Messe, struck by his reminiscence and guilt towards his people, was suffering from a mental breakdown, imagining that he had seen a deity.

"...Father, I understand your attachment to our people, but your idea is somewhat too unrealistic."

Messe's eldest son, looking to be in his thirties and dressed simply, was the first to express doubt.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to save the Hebrews, but they are now slaves of the Egyptians, only the Pharaoh has the authority to decide their fates. But who are you to meet the Pharaoh and rescue your kin?"

"As an envoy of God, God is with me, this is not a problem."

Messe shook his head, rebutting his own eldest son, but then, his second son stepped forward.

"Father, I understand your reverence for God, but what is the name of the one you believe in?"

"In Hebrew mythology, only the one who gave you the Divine Revelation has no name passed down… If someone asks you which God you believe in, are you really unable to answer him?" Your journey continues at empire

"...As a mortal, one should not call God by name." Caught off guard at first, but Messe quickly thought of an answer, "But naturally, God has a title."

"If someone asks me: who sent you to rescue the Hebrews... I will tell them, it was the 'Eternal' God who sent me."

"It is the Eternal who sent me to save them, to lead them out of misery and torment."

"But they will not believe it," retorted Messe's wife immediately.

She was a Midianite, the daughter of a Midianite Priest, and not having been educated like Messe, she naturally did not revere those unproven divine stories.

"Once I arrive at the lush banks of the Nile River, back to the land where I grew up as a child, the divine miracles will naturally manifest. So do you wish to leave with me or stay here?"

Raising his staff, Messe expressed his determination to his family.

The discussion lasted from night until morning, with one problem after another being thrown out and then addressed by Messe. He was not usually eloquent, but now he responded fluently.

When the sky brightened once again, his family finally albeit reluctantly, accepted Messe's views. They would follow him, beginning the journey back to Egypt, to the heart of the Hemenu world.

It wasn't something that could happen immediately; they still had many preparations to make, such as liquidating assets and gathering supplies.

So days went by, and Messe's family's preparations gradually completed... yet they didn't notice that all along, while they were busy, a girl in a green dress stood by watching everything silently.

She observed everything but never spoke a word.

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Present day, Mortal Realm.

Time hurriedly passed, with the days gradually transitioning from midsummer towards its end.

Trees under the fierce sun drew water through their roots and transpired it through their leaves.

A few insect noises sounded among the trees while the seasonal floral scent drifted from the sides of the path.

There were no pedestrians on the dirt road, or rather, there would not naturally be any pedestrians shuttling between different cities in this epoch.

Those encountered outside the cities were either Transcendents endowed with exceptional skills or, often in groups of hundreds, merchant caravans traveling together.

Especially since there had been rumors of a dragon appearing on this road recently... this made most people avoid it as far as possible.

...

"Huff—"

"Making me move it again... when I get home, I'll make you do it a hundred times!"

Near a newly dug large pit under the blazing sun, Andrea muttered under her breath while she pushed a corpse to the bottom of the pit with gritted teeth.

The first time she did this, Andrea was quite uncomfortable, but now her movements had become more adept.

"Ah... finally done."

Almost an hour later, Andrea wiped her sweat and threw the shovel aside.

She jogged back to where the coach was parked, feeling the cooling effect of the Alchemy Array, the Little Princess's face finally showed a sign of revival.

"Aiven! You could have solved this with Divine Arts, why did you make me dig?"

She puffed her cheeks, then realizing it wasn't proper etiquette, Andrea still maintained the 'Aristocratic smile' she had learned since childhood.

But from her tone, one could clearly hear her fill of grievances.

"If you just wanted to see me laboring under the sun, you could have just said so!"

"You should call me Mr. Aiven, also, haven't I told you? This is a special course I set up for you—speaking of which, you have buried so many times now, have you noticed anything?"

Putting down the book in his hand, Laine looked at the fuming Andrea and showed a smile.