Intermission: Before End

To the north-east from the Ostilian kingdom lies a theocratic nation simply named Blue Origin Theocracy.

This country was founded by first pope, who was also an apostole of creator goddess eight hundread years ago.

On lands of this country was strong, strong prejustice against Demihuman tribes. In other words, they were human supremacist nation and they purged the population of Ogres, Little ogres, Lizardman, beastmen and many other demihuman tribes from of their land in the past.

That however changed a little when a saintess was born to a mix blooded family. While mother was human, her father was an ogre.

Given her origins and power given to her by gods, the persecution got milder. Her name, Hellene Guta Torin, was hidden from public, just like she was.

In capital city’s monastery’s inner sanctum was her whole life bounded to reading books, praying and blessing her visitors with her holy power.

„My lady, it’s time.“ Her head attendant said.

„Understood, Latifa. I will go see lord Pope right away,“ Hellena said as she placed a headband over her small golden horns. Her pupils in shape of chalice lacked any light inside them.

This was her daily ritual. Wake up, eat handful of bread for breakfast, prepare for daily prayers, pray to gods for prosperity of land and happiness of people, eat diner and go to sleep.

For someone like Hellene who remembered her life as a commoner, this felt like a prison even though she had something to eat. Hellena recieved three [King] skills from gods. Those skills were: King of Diligence, King of Hope and King of Salvation.

Her life in misery lasted until the day she recieved an oracle.

A Great disaster is to happen again to the world and an apostole will be born.

In other words, she will have to locate the apostole and give him her life, soul and body. Or like the pope said: ‚You will serve your purpose and will be sacrificed to the lord apostole or to hero chosen by him. Be glad your suffering will end soon.‘

She knew she will die if she stay in this country, but a sinlge straw of hope reached her before that.

That was in the voice of Skill God.

„Do not cry, my child. You will not have to die for the apostole as I am the one who will send him. Remember this, the apostole will never persecude against demihumans. The apostole will bring big changes to the world, not a single country will be unaffected by his presence.“

Those words gave her hope for life. And she remembered for a long time the last words: „Look for golden light on horizon.“

Hellene walked through a garden accompanied by her head attendant to her daily activities. It was in the early afternoon when the sky was pierced by golden light.

„The oracle… it’s true… the apostole come to us!“ the attendant started praying on knees pointing her head to the golden light.

„Go inform the pope. The Apostole was born and I’m going to see him, please ask him to prepare a carriage, I will head out as soon as possible,“ Hellene said with the most calm face she could pull of.

Her heart was racing right now and she silently added to herself: „Just you wait for me, Greed.“