Village Head's Debauchery

The Princess of the Garden also gazed at Orion in the same way. However, she couldn't help but think that Orion had gleaned a clue about Naka's origin from her explanation.

Witnessing his expression and behaviour, she became perturbed about his state of mind.

"Are you okay, Orion?" The Princess of the Garden asked with concern.

Orion nodded at both. "Yes," he said before addressing the worried expression on the Princess of the Garden's face.

"I'm okay, don't worry," Orion reassured her.

"Go on, who is he?" Aerialia asked, with a tinge of impatience in her voice.

"I think that Naka might have been a mortal like White Flame," Orion replied, observing as Aerialia immediately became stunned after hearing his words. "I think that Naka might be a man-made god."

BOOMM!!

BOOMM!!

BOOMM!!

When Orion's words fell, Aerialia's mind exploded at the revelation before slowly regaining her composure.

"That's… impossible," Aerialia said instantly, hovering once more in the air, her wings spread apart as she stared down at Orion.

"Are you sure that you understand what you are talking about?" Aerialia asked, staring at Orion curiously.

Aerialia could digest that someone like White Flame was previously a mortal before he somehow became a god. However, for her to accept the idea that the god whom Orion and his Village served, the god who was somehow responsible for the Vylkr energy and the Vylkr vines that had completely turned the world upside down, the god who was responsible for her current situation, and also was responsible for creating an abomination of herself—the god that, from the information she had obtained, had been praised by another god as being so powerful that she could ever imagine—that god, was a...

Mortal!

Impossible!!

Aerialia found Orion's statement so ridiculous that she found it hard to believe.

Listening to Aerialia's voice, Orion exhaled deeply before nodding in response. "Yes, I am sure, for now at least…" Orion said.

However, before he could continue, he was immediately interrupted.

"IMPOSSIBLE!! THAT IS TOTALLY IMPOSSIBLE!! NAKA CANNOT BE A MORTAL, A GOD OF THAT CALIBER CANNOT BE A MORTAL!!" Aerialia thundered, her voice resonating across the surroundings as her chest heaved heavily.

Fortunately, no one else could hear her voice apart from Orion and the Princess of the Garden.

Orion shook his head and sighed tiredly, observing Aerialia's behaviour. He could tell that accepting Naka's mortal origin was difficult for her and for several good reasons. After all, how could she accept that the one who reduced her to such a state and was the reason for her current circumstances was previously a mortal?

"I thought about this seriously," Orion said, noticing that Aerialia hadn't interrupted him and was waiting for him to continue.

"Even though the only two pieces of information we know about Naka are contradictory, two things are common in both of them. Naka really did go help various races in need of a helping hand. However, White Flame had said something about seeing through Naka's facade. Unlike Aegis of the Arctic Deity, who is without a doubt on Naka's side for some reason we are not yet aware of, I don't think that it should…"

"What are you trying to say?" Aerialia asked with a serious and impatient gaze.

"Since you had died before you had even stepped foot within this world, do you know any other catalyst that could be used to recreate another you?" Orion asked seriously as he stared at Aerialia, awaiting her response.

Aerialia thought momentarily before immediately gazing at the Crimson greatsword beside Orion.

Witnessing her gaze, Orion nodded in response.

"Exactly," Orion said, "The Crimson greatsword had been forged from your divine essence, blood, and soul, so if there was a catalyst that could be used to do such a thing, then it would be it."

"Impossible," Aerialia said, staring at Orion in disbelief.

Even though Orion hadn't yet completed his words, Aerialia could still understand where he was headed.

"Although Aegis of the Arctic Deity had told us that Naka had entered an alliance with the Man-made gods and was instead betrayed by them, according to White Flame's words and determination about killing all the invaders and returning back to their home, I don't think that he would willingly form an alliance with another god without a strong reason, much less hand over a powerful weapon that he had gotten from his first kill against a god, which should also be his prized possession, considering that he had named it also, to another god for the sake of an alliance so easily," Orion said.

(A\N: In case you have forgotten, the Man-made gods he's referring to are the 'Seven Great Gods.')

"So you are saying that the reason why Naka had worked together with White Flame and had managed to easily get his hands on the Crimson greatsword was because he and White Flame were both Man-made gods, but for some reason, a conflict arose between them which caused them to be against one another," the Princess of the Garden suddenly said, her eyes widening in understanding as she listened to Orion's words.

Who would have guessed that Naka was the same as White Flame?

Who would have guessed that he was a man-made god?

"Or it could also be that Aegis of the Arctic Deity was telling the truth, and the only reason why Naka had managed to get his hands on the Crimson greatsword was that he had defeated White Flame and the rest of the 'Seven Great Gods.' Whichever way, we will need to find a way to confirm which information is true before we come to a conclusion, as all this is just speculation for now," Orion said abruptly, releasing a deep sigh from his lips.

After hearing Orion's words, Aerialia still couldn't subdue the restlessness in her body as her mind kept racing.

Meanwhile, the Princess of the Garden couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as various thoughts also passed through her mind. After all, she's a part of the subject of the matter, so whichever one of the pieces of information they had was correct, would uncover some truth about herself. Therefore, the Princess of the Garden couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy about what it might be.