Myth: I am God!

Isaac's mindset gradually calmed down, except for practicing swordsmanship.

He also frequently went to temples to listen to the prayers and narrations of pastors.

When he heard the stories about his father and God from the pastor, he felt both curious and a little proud, after all, that was his father.

And he gradually became obsessed with those myths, legends, and stories...

Because of this interest, he learned to read and write under the guidance of the pastor.

This greatly helped him in his future.

Isaac began pestering his father, asking if this story or that story was true, and Yara would answer fluently, saying this one was false, that one was true, and so on...

Time flies like an arrow, and life passes by in the blink of an eye.

Isaac slowly grew up.

Dicttis and Perseus would make time to visit Canaan every year, as if it were a vacation.

And whenever Perseus came

Although Isaac knew he couldn't win,

However, he would still pester Perseus for a thrilling and worthy duel.

Of course, without exception, Isaac lost every single time.

However, Isaac has a good mindset now; he won't be discouraged even if he loses.

Those stories and legends about gods became his spiritual solace...

When he was ten years old

After the duel with Perseus.

The two lay on the grass, watching the sunset and talking about the vastness of the world.

"I should be able to pass the Silver Trial this year..."

"I've become a Silver Warrior..."

Perseus rested his head on his arm, crossed his legs, and chewed on grass roots.

Only once a year in Canaan, when he was with Isaac.

He was in his most relaxed state...

"That's amazing! But I'll catch up with you in the future!"

"Although I'm not good at swordsmanship, and I don't have any talent..."

"But I discovered that I'm better at reading and writing than anyone else."

"Perhaps in the future..."

"Will I become a priest or a scholar?"

As Isaac spoke, his pupils reflected the setting sun in the sky, and he squinted slightly.

Just as the two were feeling melancholy...

Old Tyr found Isaac in a hurry, his expression anxious, filled with sadness and melancholy. He called out to Isaac, who was leisurely enjoying the sunlight on the ground:

"Isaac, Isaac..."

"Go home quickly, your father is looking for you..."

He's going to die.

......

Since the day of the Battle of the Temple.

Yara had been feeling a heavy, dull headache, and it throbbed intermittently. He knew this was probably the sign the Lord of the Ravens had spoken of—a sign that his soul was about to shatter...

In the years that followed,

He felt his mind becoming increasingly foggy every year.

It's like staying up all night every day.

In his earlier years, things were alright; he was still able to overcome his drowsiness and plan and develop Canaan's future... but the further he went, the more confused his thinking became, and the worse he got year by year...

They even began issuing numerous erroneous orders: good farmland was reassigned to pasture; several inhabited houses were demolished; a blind man was appointed as an inspector, a mute man as a mediator, a lame man as a hunting party member, and a priest as a bartender...

When he realized something was wrong, he stopped all work and handed over the administration of Canaan to the trusted old Canaanites.

As for myself, I only need to take care of the family...

Of course, at first, Sarah was quite happy when she learned that Arah was giving up his duties as leader of Canaan to devote himself entirely to his family. Having more time with her husband was something every loving wife hoped for...

The two spent several sweet months together; whenever they left little Isaac with old Tyr, it was as if they had returned to the sweet days of their first love...

However, this period of relative calm was short-lived. Yara found her mind becoming increasingly confused; she would forget where she had put things down the moment before, and when Sarah asked her to gather some firewood, Yara simply went to sleep. Even worse, in the dead of night, Yara almost mistook Shiaga for Sarah...

As a result, Sarah gradually noticed something was wrong with her husband, and after Sarah repeatedly questioned him... her husband once again inadvertently revealed the truth—

"My soul is shattered; I only have ten years left to live..."

When these words were spoken, Sarah was stunned. She was a smart woman and knew that this should be counted from when Argos returned.

When she learned of this, Yara probably only had a year left to live...

This was like a bolt from the blue for Sarah...

What saddened her even more was her husband's deteriorating condition and her constant self-blame.

Yara's sleep schedule began to become disordered. He could work energetically for three or four days without closing his eyes, but then he could turn over and sleep for two or three days, and he couldn't be woken up no matter what.

At night, while sleeping, I would constantly hear myself talking in my sleep, as well as screams from nightmares.

One night, Ara lay awake in the darkness, shouting about how the King of Argos had killed his wife, about cannibalism, children, the Nemean lion and the lamb...

It was as if all the enemies he had defeated ten years ago had become illusions and returned to his side, so much so that he pulled out a dagger at night and almost stabbed himself if Sarah hadn't stopped him.

Sarah was extremely worried, but there was nothing she could do...

And on a certain day in the tenth year.

He wrote a letter to Dicttis, a papyrus letter, which was carried by messengers across mountains and rivers, avoiding wild beasts and bandits, to the palace of Argos...

After reading the letter, Dicttis immediately set off with Pan and Perseus for Canaan.

At this time, envoys from Corinth and Sparta were in front of the Argos palace, discussing some important cooperation or other commercial requests...

However, Dick turned all those aside, disregarding everything, boarded the carriage, and rode at breakneck speed to Canaan, solely to meet the uncrowned king of Canaan...

The letter said this—

"Dicktis, my friend..."

"I foresaw the day I would go to heaven..."

"Just thirteen days later..."

"Come to Canaan, I have something I want to tell you..."

"—Your dearest friend, Yara."

When the group arrived in Canaan, it was the twelfth day.

Canaan remains peaceful.

Yara didn't tell many people about this.

At the gates of Yara.

When Dicttis and Pan saw their old friend's appearance, they shed tears...

He was dressed all in white, like a mourning robe or a ceremonial robe, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, his beard and hair completely white. Although his skin wasn't that old, he looked like a very old man...

Yara had a kind and gentle expression, and he slightly opened his arms.

The white robe, like angel wings, exudes a sense of holiness.

He smiled and stood at the door to greet his old friend.

Like waiting for death.

He was a human being, yet he was walking towards death...

But in a daze, it seemed as if he were a god among mortals.

Half of it is in the human world.

The other half is in heaven.

......