I have four fathers and mothers who found me as an abandoned child and raised me.
More than ten years ago, when I was still a baby, I was abandoned in the mountains where the gods lived.
I don't know why.
It was said that there was a famine and wars were raging nearby.
Perhaps the famine made it impossible to feed the children, or the war made it too impoverished, or perhaps both.
It was the all-powerful god Reus who found me.
He disguised himself as a peasant and found me on his way back from touring the city in the foothills.
While walking along the riverbank, feeling tipsy, he finds me drifting down from upstream.
They say I was in a small boat and was crying softly.
My cries were so natural that they were almost seen off, Reus said.
But I was swept downstream and didn't fall into the waterfall.
It was Reus who saved me.
As he transformed into a giant eagle, he grabbed me and flapped his wings into the sky.
He went straight to the mountain of the gods, Table Mountain, and showed me to his friends.
Ronin, the sword god, looks into my face and says.
Why a human baby? I thought it was a snack.
Stroking the stubble and lamenting. In her hand she holds a bottle of wine.
Milia, the goddess of healing, says.
Indeed, that's why men are like this. Look at this little baby, he looks like a marshmallow.
Milia took me in her arms and smiled soothingly.
It was Vandal, the god of magic, who stared at it boredly.
He lets out a hoarse voice.
...... I don't like children. They're fussy and selfish.
He took one look at my face and returned his gaze to the grimoire.
There were three different attitudes, but Reus, the all-powerful god, knew that they liked me as a baby. That they liked me, a baby.
In fact, when Reus announced that he was going to raise this baby, they had some difficulty, but they didn't object.
On the contrary, they started coming to me as a baby for whatever reason.
When Ronin had completed his daily routine of 10,000 swings, he came to me and whispered, "Your hands are so small.
You've got tiny hands. Well, when you're a little older I'll let you hold the sword and become my apprentice. Soon I'll have the pressure of the sword to put out the candle.