Her body was about to collapse, probably because her strength failed her, so he supported her body with his ‘arms’.
Her chestnut wavy hair filled his view when he looked down.
Her body was thinner than what he imagined. He narrowed his eyes.
‘I didn’t know you looked like this.’
That was the first impression that came to him, despite being surrounded by the terrified humans as well as the Filth that was about to crush them.
He had always imagined her to be an indomitable, strong girl, but in reality, she was just an ordinary girl and that came as a surprise to him. The body in his arms was light, and it was a wonder that she could carry such strength within her.
“…Kami-sama? Why?”
She timidly called out to him, and he smiled in return.
She probably couldn’t see his figure because of the Filth that was looming over them.
That was a little disappointing.
“I heard your voice, so I rushed here. I’m glad I made it on time.”
When he replied so, it seemed that relief washed over her, and she collapsed.
He chuckled at the weight that she so honestly entrusted to him.
Really, I’m so glad I made it — it was strange of him to think so, but it couldn’t be helped.
He had heard a voice calling for his help inside that tiny room.
He had desperately wanted to rush towards her from the bottom of his heart, and he cursed his immobilized body — it was at that moment that his appearance changed.
He didn’t question what happened.
Actually, this was ‘something’ that he had forbidden himself to do so originally.
He could return to his former self any time he wanted.
It was just something that he forgot, being in that form himself.
The only thing that would matter was whether he himself would still wish to return to his former state even though he had been restraining himself with forbearance despite forgetting everything — or whether he could still return to his former appearance properly.
The role of ensuring balance was just something that he arbitrarily took upon himself, that was all.
He also knew that this transformation was just temporary.
His desire was to save her from danger.
He already knew that he would return to his queer looking body once he eliminated this Filth that was standing before his eyes.
He felt a pang of regret.
It was indeed a wonder that this girl could make him think like that.
It was totally a human’s way of thinking.
It was impossible for him to harbor such thoughts, and yet —
“Ah —”
He suddenly heard a hoarse voice calling out to him.
He turned towards the sound, and a familiar face greeted him.
It was Lufure, the child of light that shone over the earth.
“ —sama”
He frowned slightly when he saw that Lufure had been partly engulfed in filth and his body had been dyed black.
He had already accumulated more filth than usual, so it would be a waste for his body if he were to receive any more than this,
“No, please, you can’t. —— sama”
Lufure shook his head when he saw that he was stretching his hand towards the Filth.
Lufure writhed around in an attempt to stop him, but the boy couldn’t extract himself.
‘Are you trying to stop me?’
He heaved a sigh as if letting out a sarcastic laugh.
Really, they were too kind.
“Please stop, —sama!! I will take care of it somehow! So please —”
‘Unlike me.’
They were really too kind with regards to these humans .
“Please, do not obliterate the filth of this person! She’s a good-for-nothing girl, a despicable girl that I hate, but still!”
Lufure’s desperate cries echoed within the filth. It sounded like he was pleading for his life.
“But — this filth is a person’s heart!”
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There was a reason why they call the act of clearing filth with magic as [Purification].
Filth was borne from the hearts of the people. These were the strong emotions experienced by people writhing in agony, overflowing so much that they could no longer accept it. Purification was the comforting and sublimation of these feelings through humans.
However, there was another way to clear the filth apart from that method.
It was a far simpler — and more cruel method.
He was a tolerant and benevolent deity.
He never engaged in meaningless taking of life, nor did he wish to hurt anyone.
He was merciful, forgiving and he acknowledged what was true.
However, he had never been a kind deity.
He was not like Lufure — he would never accept filth passively with such a virtuous mind.
He didn’t intend to keep on accepting the filth — goodness knows how long it would take to purify — just so he could protect the hearts of these humans.
If there was an unnecessary filth before him — he would never hesitate to obliterate it.
The tip of his finger touched the Filth.
He didn’t bother taking this muddy texture that had become so familiar within him —
The shriek from the agony of death was drowned out as it vanished in a blink of an eye.
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