He and It Chapter 57: A God’s Marriage (28)

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Chapter 57: A God’s Marriage (28)

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: GaeaTiamat

 

Yan Yan had just sent Yun Chi out of the city-state when he sensed the violent power of the gods in the air, churning the clouds into a huge vortex of vicious shapes.

Roche, the god of storms, had finally returned, after his priest could no longer speak.

Yan Yan traveled on the ground, sending Yun Chi to the border of contact with the island, and when they ventured out, they met the West Wind who had arrived at the news.

“What’s going on?” West Wind asked. “What’s wrong with Samar’s city that caused Roche to rush back regardless of the situation?”

Yan Yan replied in a low voice, “Roche’s priest is dead.”

The West Wind said coldly and solemnly, “How could his priest die? Did you do it?”

“We had no choice but to do it,” Yan Yan said. “The priest of the God of Storms found the Lord and took him to the wind tower with the intention of holding him there, far from the ground, so we failed in our duty to find the Lord in the first place. The priest of the God of Storms said that it was the stigmata.”

“Foolish!” The West Wind scolded him angrily. “I’ve told you before, it’s best not to give Roche traces or leverage. You’re a demon of the earth. How can a human priest take advantage of that?”

Yan Yan was silent, and the West Wind deflated. “Forget it, you killed him or better. More trouble is better than less. I am going to report this to my Lord, you quickly take the Lord to the island.”

It was already sunset. Sa’gya sensed Yun Chi’s breath and was pleasantly surprised. He had planned to spend the night outside, but now he didn’t even need to wait a night, he was back so soon!

While Yun Chi hadn’t yet arrived, the West Wind hurriedly told him about events. Sa’gya looked blearily in Yun Chi’s direction and asked absentmindedly, “Is he dead?”

“According to the demon monster, yes. He sent poisonous insects to sting the human priest to death.”

“That’ll do,” Sa’gya said. “He handled the matter well. Let’s stop here.”

At the foggy border, Yun Chi, after running around and working hard, finally reached the figure of the big sea otter who was standing there. He ran over with a smile, and exclaimed, “Sa’gya!”

Sa’gya straightened up and greeted Yun Chi with a pounce, which flooded his arms with thick fur as he said, “You’re back.”

Yan Yan slowly moved over, afraid Sa’gya would sentence him to the crime of lax protection, and piece by piece, he pulled out the things Yan Chi bought. Luckily, the big sea otter’s attention was fully absorbed by his pup and he had no intention of holding him accountable.

“Something came up,” Yun Chi said, embarrassed. “And it really wasn’t good to stay longer, so I ran back first.”

Only then did Sa’gya take a moment to glance at Yan Yan.

“These days, you stay away from Roche’s territory,” Sa’gya instructed. “If you stay away from those city-states, Roche will not find you.”

Having been pardoned by the Lord of the Ice Sea, Yan Yan instantly sweated like rain, answered “Yes,” and left.

“What’s wrong?” Sa’gya carried a tired and sleepy cub, while he used divine power to transport the pile of supplies in the direction of the Strange House, “Is someone bullying you?”

Yun Chi, lay on the big sea otter’s flat and broad back and laughed lazily, “Why not? I’ve bullied someone…”

He rolled over and told the truth about what he had done on the wind tower, and then, worriedly, added, “I don’t know why, but the priest said that I had a stigmata on my ear and that I was a Bride of God…Well, that’s nonsense. It’s easy to have stigmata when you get bitten, so why do the gods expect this status? Nonsense…”

Sa’gya didn’t answer immediately. He was also thinking about what those golden marks meant, because later he had snuck up at night to bite Yun Chi’s finger or neck, but the teeth marks he left didn’t turn golden.

Stigmata…The third generation of the new gods, what the hell did they get up to?

“Don’t worry,” Sa’gya reassured him. “That priest won’t come back to haunt you anyway.”

Yun Chi was keenly aware that something was wrong. He rolled back over, moved forward on Sa’gya’s back, and nuzzled up against the big sea otter’s rounded ears. “Why do you say that? I didn’t do anything to the priest. He probably needs a corrective nose surgery at most.”

Sa’gya laughed and didn’t tell him right away what happened to the priest. “The wind tower is Roche’s palace in Samar. The human priest got you in there and instead of controlling your powers, you made a mess inside.”

Yun Chi thought about it and sighed, “It’s a mess…But he had it coming, too.”

They returned to the Strange House and Sa’gya carried the equipment through the door before he returned to his human form then tried to set up the fireplace with Yun Chi.

Yun Chi wasn’t sure about this until he saw the chimney extend through the top of the house, and then he was sure that the fireplace was perfectly suitable.

“Fireplace in the front left and then within half a meter for the other three directions there must not be combustibles…” Yun Chi counted the conditions on his fingers.

Sa’gya immediately floated a stone platform around it, isolating the carpet and the wooden floor.

“The chimney opening needs to be waterproof…”

The god gently turned his finger and bent the direction of the straight chimney.

“No excessive burning, choose dry wood…That’s pretty much it?”

Sa’gya nodded solemnly and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead.

“Okay, so let’s try it?”

Before Yun Chi left, Sa’gya had dragged an old dead tree back from the forest and split it into a pile suitable for burning.

Sa’gya carried back the firewood, while Yun Chi pinched open the wax seal and pulled out the fuse for the flint. By the time the fire jumped up, the whole house was twice as bright and the temperature shot up.

Sitting on the soft fur-covered sloping couch, Yun Chi looked around him and saw that the light from the fireplace was gilding the windows and doors with a warm orange-red color.

Warm, cozy and comfortable, and with people he liked. It couldn’t have been more in line with his expectations of a place.

Yun Chi smiled as he leaned into Sa’gya’s arms. Sa’gya stared at the scene in wonder as the god whispered, “It’s strange. It’s just a tool, but after adding it…How did this place change so much?”

“It’s more like an extravagance, isn’t it?” Yun Chi asked.

Sa’gya admitted, “Maybe that’s why no court is without the God of the Hearth.”

They nestled comfortably together. Yun Chi thought sleepily, like a big silly thing next to another silly little thing, haha.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Yun Chi heard Sa’gya’s low voice, “…I think I need to go out of town.”

Yun Chi lost all sleepiness and looked up.

“What?” He propped himself up on Sa’gya’s chest, amazed at the god’s too gorgeous and profound face for a moment, since he couldn’t stop himself, then turned his head and asked again, “What? Where are you going?”

Sa’gya looked at Yun Chi and blushed as he murmured, “I mean, I may have to go find Yo’kamanin, the brother of the Mother Goddess, Irma. The God of Between.”

“What do you want with him?” Yun Chi said curiously. “Didn’t you say last time that you couldn’t go to them again…?”

“Yes.” Sa’gya said. “I vowed to retreat here and wait for my own annihilation, that I would never meddle in the layout and rule of the new gods again. It’s not natural for me to visit Him again as I am under a vow.”

Sa’gya raised his eyes, and the stardust of all worlds and realms swirled gently as he gazed at Yun Chi, “But now, I am afraid I have something that I have to confirm by going to Him. Your identity, the mark I left behind…I have avoided the world for so long that I have long been unsure of what exactly is involved in all the tricks the new gods play, so I have no idea what is wrong with your body…”

“What’s wrong?” Yun Chi interrupted him in surprise. “I eat well, sleep well, and go up ten flights of stairs without gasping for air. There is nothing wrong, ah!”

Sa’gya laughed bitterly, “No, you can’t perceive it, but I know it. I am watching you every day and every night. Through your skin, your blood flow, your bones…”

Sa’gya’s burning palm pressed lightly on Yun Chi’s chest, which made him breathless and tense as his body temperature rose.

“What, what…?” Yun Chi stammered and asked.

“Your body is seventeen years old, but you’re not growing any taller,” Sa’gya said. “At first, your weight still fluctuated, but now it also has become a constant value…”

Yun Chi froze as he grabbed Sa’gya’s hand and asked, confused, “So is this a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never been in this situation before.” Sa’gya took him back into his arms, “Yo’kamanin is both a God and the God of history and Memory. He knows the past and the future of everything. I have to go to Him to solve these problems. You will stay on the island. Is that okay?”

“Can’t I go with you?” Yun Chi looked at him, and tried to strike Sa’gya’s heart with pitiful puppy dog eyes. “Are you going to leave me here alone?”

Not good, Sa’gya’s body stiffened and even trembled. He couldn’t resist the look! He was going to give in, he was going to, he was going to…

“…I can’t!” The god tried to struggle. “The Palace of the Gods, where Yo’kamanin is, was built in a place that does not exist in the world, where it is full of chaotic turbulence. Mortals who go there may age to a ripe old age in their left eye, while their right eye regresses to the toddlerhood of their teeth…Please, cub, you cannot…”

Yun Chi sighed in disappointment that his persuasion couldn’t succeed, but a different kind of new pleasure surfaced: he wondered how Sa’gya would react to a new pleading look.

“Oooh,” Yun Chi whimpered insincerely. “You’re going to leave me alone on the island. I’ll be so lonely, so alone. I’ll…”

Sa’gya trembled more and more, and finally, with a bang, Yun Chi’s body suddenly bounced up in a soft, fluffy pile of fur.

Sa’gya turned into a big sea otter, with watery black eyes, more black and round than Yun Chi’s pitiful stare, plus a soft furry face, with fluffy fur ears.

Alas, Yun Chi was defeated. He knew that a human couldn’t win a staring contest against a sea otter.

“You did that on purpose,” the big sea otter accused sullenly. “You just wanted me to be at a loss as to what to do.”

“I didn’t,” Yun Chi tried to weasel out of it. “My eyes were as pure and innocent as my heart, and I…”

The attempt at sophistry immediately failed, and Yun Chi was drowned in thick fur by the sea otter, and suffered the gentle nibble of sharp teeth on itchy flesh as he laughed so hard his voice went hoarse.

“Help, help–!”

“No one will come to save you!” Sa’gya puffed up his cheeks menacingly. “You can scream through your throat…No, you can scream, but don’t scream your throat out! Oh, tell me if your throat hurts…”