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So, that thing that was after me really is the kind of being called a god, huh? In my past life, gods, demons, fairies, spirits, and mysterious creatures were all lumped together as “Unknown,” so it’s actually refreshing to see them categorized in detail.

“To anyone other than the Divine Race, it’s just a sword-shaped shadow that can’t cut through anything.”
“That’s bad news… I’d really rather not have those things keep popping up one after another.”

To be honest, that makes it useless. Then again, if you’re telling me that gods like the one before are going to swarm out at me from now on, I’d hate that all the more.

“Haha, that won’t happen. The gods were banished to a different dimension called the Divine Sanctuary by the First Fiend Lord, who made a contract with the Divine Beasts. Most of the gods who reigned back then were killed by the Fiend Lord, and currently, aside from the Divine Beasts and their followers, there are no beings in this world who deserve to be called gods.”

“Then what about those so-called Divine Soldiers?”

“They’re just a bunch of guys who wanted to rule the surface world as gods, but since they were born in an age without gods, they’ve latched onto people’s faith and are causing trouble. However, interfering with the surface world from the Divine Sanctuary comes with significant risks and a price to pay. The Divine Sanctuary is a bit chaotic right now, and… well, the gods can’t just go after you that easily. Even your encounter was, in reality, a complete coincidence.”

“…Just what is going on with the Luminism Church?”

“You’ll have to ask someone from the Luminism Church about that. Anyway, let’s get back to the topic at hand.”

Despite all his talk, it seems he’s willing to share some information. Since I have no way of verifying whether it’s the truth, I’ll set it aside for now.

“As I said at the start, the False Ame-no-Murakumo is the shadow of a legendary sword that has left its mark in the myths of a historic nation on Earth. It’s the culmination of people’s fantasies directed toward an enigmatic sword. However, as a weapon, it’s shrouded in mystery with few notable tales to its name—one could say it lacks substance to match the overwhelming prestige of its name. The same goes for the other two.”

“Mm.”

The other two—does that mean I can also create the Yata-no-Kagami mirror and the Yasakani-no-Magatama jewels? It’s true that those two are among the most famous items mentioned in mythology, yet they lack any notable legends as actual tools.

“In other words, while they possess the stature to stand alone as Divine Relics, they’re effectively hollow inside. Both the originals and the False Code hold no meaning other than as symbols of royal authority.”
“…… Doesn’t that mean they’re kind of useless as weapons, after all?”
“Is your brain still foggy from just waking up? I already explained to you that the Lux Originis projects the shadows of the fantasy you envision into this world.”

The fantasy you envision—projecting their shadows into this world.

If it were just a matter of freely manipulating the shape of a shadow as I imagined, then he wouldn’t have to emphasize the word Fantasy.

Which means, that’s what’s most important…

“…So what, I can just pack the sword full with special effects?”
“Although, there are conditions and restrictions to do so, and it requires a massive amount of fuel. Other than that, yes, you can use it as a weapon, as a tool, or as an ornament. You can fill the Divine Relic with whatever you like.”
“So roundabout…”
“But you don’t mind it, do you? It has the Game-like feel that you like.”

With those words, I felt like a part of the sense of dissonance surrounding this world finally clicked into place.

The existence of gods, the system governing the world’s laws that flicker in and out of view. It makes more sense to think that someone artificially designed the world this way. Probably some ancient gods or divine beasts.

It felt like I’d been thrust into the world of an adventure game—if it weren’t for the circumstances, I might have been excited to live through it.

“This is reality, right?”
“Yes, it’s undeniably the real world. That’s exactly why adventures are fun. You’ll be able to enjoy a new life here—I guarantee it.”

An innocent, cheerful voice; the words sounded almost like he was bragging.

“What happened that day? Why do I have memories of a past life? What is Pithos?”

My heart fluttered at the sound of him standing up, and I couldn’t help but fire off a barrage of questions.

“What happened to your memory is basically an accident, so to speak. As an apology, let me assure you right now that you are definitely not possessing or taking over anyone. If you ask me, I think it’s fine to just leave your memories forgotten if you want to forget them—it’s not a big deal anyway.”
“……I see.”

Not being able to remember feels pretty unsettling. It leaves me with this nagging feeling that I might be forgetting something important.

“Well then, if I stay any longer, your scary older sister might get mad at me.”

At those playful words, I looked up with a start. Perhaps unable to hold back any longer, Sufi’s ears peeked out from their hiding spot.

“As long as I’m using my avatar, I only have the strength of an ordinary human, and I have no intention of getting involved in earthly matters. This time is an exception.”
“…………I still have more questions.”
“Time’s up. I have to get back to my hobby of people-watching. We might never meet again—and that might be for the best.”

He stood up and began walking, plucking his instrument as he went.

“Ah, since I’ve gone to the trouble of appearing as a mysterious minstrel, I suppose I should do something fitting as a special parting gift.”
“……?”

The moment I lowered my hand, which had been reaching out to stop him, he halted and turned back with a playful gesture.

“If you’re heading for Alveria, you should head south first. If you’re lucky, you’ll meet a reliable ally. Well then, take care, our dear Lynchpin.”
“…Yeah.”

With those words, he disappeared into the town without even looking back.

I couldn’t bring myself to chase after him, either physically or emotionally.

“Alice! Are you okay? Did he do anything to you!?”
“What were you two talking about, nya?”

Immediately after he left, Sufi and the others rushed over. I answered that I was fine while she hugged me.

Surrounded by the three of them—including Noche and Filia, who had arrived shortly after—I shook my head slightly.

“He kept saying all these suggestive things, so I turned him down.”
“What the hell, nya?”
“Alice, you’re saying something really grown-up…”

Unfortunately, I had no intention of explaining this in detail. I’d have to start by explaining who he is, and that would just make things complicated.

South, huh… Why is it that whenever Wire Man says something, I end up getting on guard?