#170 The God of Wisdom’s Descent

At the request of Horkosfon, I repaired and revived her fellow angel that had been destroyed.

However, the resurrected angel was repaired by mixing body parts from several angels, so it was impossible to tell who she really was.

The story continues from here.

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“Holdeth it right there.”

Me, Horkosfon, and the newly repaired angel are the only people in the workshop, but we suddenly heard a voice that didn’t belong to any of us.

“That startled me!”

I looked around and saw a gentle-looking young man I’d never met before, floating in the air.

He was slender and handsome but also seemed somewhat weary. I felt like I’d seen him somewhere before, then remembered he looked just like that guy from express companies back in my world.

However, he was no ordinary person.

He was holding a staff with two live snakes coiled around it.

Certainly, not just anyone could carry such a thing with a straight look on their face.

“I am Hermes, the god of wisdom and knowledge belonging to the celestial realm.”

While I was trying to grasp the situation, the other party told us his name.

...

Huh? A god?

“God? As in like Hades and the others? But Sensei never summoned you!”

“I am a messenger for the gods, so I am more flexible than the other deities. I can descend on legitimate business without having to beest did summon by thy neighbor, the immortal king,” says the god of wisdom as he twirls his staff.

“No need to beest extremely wary. Thee may have preconceived notions that the gods of heaven art a bunch of scumbags because of the deeds mine own father Zeus hast done. But I wanteth thee to believeth that his family members art not as lacking valor as that gent.”

Oh...

...O-Okay?

“I always wanteth to beest a valorous god for the children of men. Just liketh mine own brother, Hephaestus, who is’t gifted thee ‘The Hand of Supremacy.’ That is wherefore I cameth here on urgent business,” he adds as he looks at the newly resurrected angel.

“...Goodness me, thee has’t resurrected one hell of a thing. Even with Hephaestus’ gift, I never wouldst has’t bethought that an earthling couldst revive an angel.”

“Um... Is it a bad thing that we did?”

My gut feeling was telling me that Hermes rushed here maybe because he sensed the revival of this patched-up angel.

“Of course. I am sure Uncle Hades has toldeth thee about the horrors of angels. One angel alone is a threat that can destroyeth the earth. In truth, it wast a special exception of special exceptions that he spared thee one,” says Hermes as he points to Horkosfon with his serpentine staff.

...Yes.

We are terribly grateful to him for listening to our whims granting our wish!

“It is the role of Uncle Hades and the other gods of the earth to preserve this landeth. But since angels were originally did create by a celestial god, we too has’t a responsibility. Hence mine own descent here.”

“Um, what about this angel that we resurrected?”

“Of course, it wouldst maketh senseth to destroyeth or sealeth her up so that the lady can never beest resurrected ever again.”

No way...

After we worked so hard to fix her!

“I wanteth thee to agnize how much of a threat angels art. In fact, just recently, that angel...”

Hermes points at Horkosfon again.

“...wast the causeth of Uncle Hades and Uncle Poseidon storming the celestial realm because of mine own father keeping her existence a secret. Those gents were serious about locking up the evil god in Tartarus.”

They want to say that the existence of angels is of prime concern, enough to anger the main gods.

“So, Zeus is...”

“Well, that gent did press his forehead against the floor and did apologize, so that gent did manage to receiveth his sentence did reduce to a thousand years of house arresteth. The evil god hast nay pride whatsoever, even though that gent usually acts liketh that gent is some big shot.”

What is this feeling I get?

It’s like the way the God of Wisdom speaks about his father, whom he should respect, is full of irritation and resentment towards him instead.

“So, there thee has’t it. Sorry, but I wanteth thee to handeth over that angel thee worked so hard to revive. I cannot alloweth any more blunders did cause by the God of Heaven for the sake of Uncle Hades and the others.”

I could sense the God of Wisdom trying to take responsibility and support the heavenly realm on behalf of his foolish father.

“Please,” pleads another angel, Horkosfon.

“Take me along with her and dispose of us in any way you like.”

“But thee...”

“She’s an ally whom I finally reunited with after four thousand years. I would rather perish with her than part again.”

Horkosfon was allowed to live on our farm with Hades’ permission.

Still, she probably finds it unbearable to be the only one who can live in peace. Hence, she puts her life at stake to save her ally’s.

“I humbly ask of you as well,” says I.

“The angels may have been created to destroy and invade, but that doesn’t mean they have to live as such. They can think for themselves and make decisions on their own.”

After all, those born into this world have the right to enjoy and live in it, don’t they?

“Very well."

“H-Huh? That fast?”

Well, that’s not very reasonable of him, especially after all that he just said.

“If thee bid me that angels also has’t the right to liveth, then I can only concur with thee. And since there is already a precedent in Horkosfon’s case, I cannot just ignore that and persist in disposing of those folks.”

“Then...”

“However, I am still going to keepeth that angel in the celestial realm with me at least once. The lady hast many parts that cannot beest did fix by thy improvised repairs, and also needs a full-scale overhaul to removeth any hazards.”

True, even I’m not confident I could have done a perfect job with a repair that relied 100% on “The Hand of Supremacy.”

Hermes has also made a concession, so we can only give in.

“Understood, we’ll leave her in your hands. You’re fine with that too, right, Horkosfon?”

“A-Affirmative!”

She still seemed reluctant, but Horkosfon exercised restraint and nodded.

“But what exactly does an overhaul entail? Isn’t Zeus, the god who created the angels, under house arrest?”

“Nay, it wast not mine own clotpole father who is’t did create those folks.”

“What?”

Is there some sort of conflicting information here?

“On the surface, aye. But there is no way that mine own clotpole father couldst has’t did create such powerful bioweapons, right? When it comes to creation, it just hast to beest the work of mine own brother, Hephaestus.”

“Ohh!”

“The ten angels that were did create four thousand years ago were all did create by that gent under Zeus’ orders and Eris, the god of slaughter’s strict supervision.”

Hephaestus was the one who gave me the “The Hand of Supremacy.”

Are this and the fact that I could repair the angel with my skill connected? They originated from the same god, after all.

“I hath heard that mine own brother did complete the angels in drops of sorrow from Eris’ repeated retake orders and relentless lambasting, but that is precisely wherefore that gent hadst such stout feelings for his masterpieces. Hephaestus wast devastated when that gent hath found out the angels were did destroy.”

I understand.

As a person who grows and builds things on the farm, I know exactly how Hephaestus felt.

“Which is wherefore I am sure Hephaestus shall gladly accepteth this job. That gent shall definitely beest able to tune that angel into an ally of peace.”

“Please! We’re counting on you!”

The mention of the Hephaestus’ name dispelled even the slightest of our doubts.

“Cometh, angel. Thee shall beest reborn in the celestial realm as a friend of this world.”

“Hunh? Ion even know wut am I supposed ta be!”

“...”

I could sense Hermes was about to lose his temper.

I hope Hephaestus can correct that personality of hers, too.

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Thus, the patched-up angel was taken by Hermes and left for the celestial realm.

By the time she returns, I’m sure she’ll have undergone some adjustments and become easier to get along with than she is now.

Believing in the future, Horkosfon seemed convinced as well.

Before Hermes left, however, he had one last thing to say...

“Oh, right. Saint.”

“Yes?”

“I shall beest stopping by privately sometime soon, so alloweth me to has’t some of thy bamboo shooteth and green peas rice.”