Chapter 55 I Know Why You Came
My wife said so.
Yara did not refuse.
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So he removed the latch, opened the door, and gestured for the girl to come in this way...
The girl hesitated for a moment, but when the biting winter wind blew in gusts, she mustered her courage and trudged unsteadily into Yara's house...
The fireplace emitted warmth, instantly melting the snowflakes off the girl as she entered the room.
The girl, like a timid kitten, hugged her legs and curled up in the corner against the wall, head bowed, savoring this hard-won warmth...
Yara and his wife approached the girl, who involuntarily shrank back.
But she was already in the most remote corner, with nowhere left to retreat.
"Answer my question... why did you come back again?"
Yara then questioned him.
The girl remained silent.
However, after hearing Yara's question, the girl...
She raised one leg, revealing her fair foot, the sole facing Yara.
It was then that Yara noticed the girl had no shoes... and it was snowing outside.
On the dirty feet, some wounds were exposed.
The wound had already turned somewhat purple from the cold...
If she were outside, her toes would definitely freeze off within a night.
Upon seeing this, Yara felt a pang of shame.
He was only concerned with releasing the people and teaching the villagers a lesson...
Little did they consider that this severe weather could cost the lives of those who were released...
Fortunately, the slave girl was not stupid...
She seemed to be observing from somewhere, and after the celebration ended, she quietly followed Yara...
Of all these people, only Yara seemed to offer her a sliver of trust and security...
However, Yara still found something strange, and he asked:
Why haven't you said anything?
The girl was taken aback by what she heard.
Then it opened its mouth toward Yara—
In the dim firelight of the fireplace.
The wife was so shocked she covered her mouth...
Yara remained silent...
The girl's tongue had been cut off.
...
The fireplace flickered with warm flames, and the firewood crackled.
The wife draped a warm fur blanket over the girl.
The girl looked up in surprise and met Sarah's face.
With tears in her eyes, the wife hugged the girl's head and said gently:
"It's okay...it's okay..."
"I have no idea how much suffering you've endured..."
"But tonight, you definitely won't get cold..."
Yara clenched her fists and stood silently in place.
The emotions that had been slightly calmed in my heart.
It reignited like a flame...
He gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling.
This emotion was exactly the same as that of the slave traders who sold children and the nobles who tortured and ate people... and Yara's mind flashed once again to the promise she had made to the Lord—
I want to do what is right...
[I want to contemplate that thought of saving the world...]
He acted with justice, having purged all the most heinous scourges of Argos and slain the Lion of Nemea...
His desire to save the world had led him to gradually curb and regulate the slave trade in Argos and Canaan...
But now...
From the thoughts of the Canaanites...
Judging from the experience of this innocent girl...
He did so little... far too little...
The nobility will become corrupt again, the slave trade will rise in other city-states, the Canaanites will not truly understand God and the Messiah, and the will of the gods still prevails on earth...
He wanted to change all of this... to end the corruption of the nobility, to eliminate the distinction between slaves and citizens, to make everyone act justly and mercifully, and to stop the gods from deciding the fate of mortals...
but.
What should he do?
Yara took a deep breath, looked at Sarah and the girl in the firelight, and said:
"Sarah, don't bother me later..."
Sarah turned to look at her husband and asked in surprise:
"what are you up to?"
Yara exhaled a long breath and slowly opened his mouth—
"I want to see God."
After saying that, Yara turned and left.
They slowly walked into a quiet room that was specifically used for prayer.
He closed the door to keep the room quiet.
The room was sparsely furnished.
On the wooden counter at the far end, two cheap sheepskin scrolls were displayed...
Yara didn't know if it would work without a new scroll...
But that's all he can do...
He had encountered an insurmountable predicament and could only seek refuge in the supreme being above the heavenly kingdom.
To answer his questions and resolve his doubts.
Yara knelt devoutly before the two scrolls, bowed his head, and prayed softly:
"Lord..."
"I am your messiah..."
"Please forgive my overstepping my bounds, please forgive my rudeness..."
"I want to call out your real name..."
"Because your messiah has encountered a problem..."
Yara paused, then mustered her courage.
Softly uttering that name—
Yahweh.
...
When I opened my eyes again.
Yara has appeared in heaven.
The endless clouds and mist covered every inch of the land beneath their feet, stretching to the horizon.
When Yara found himself in heaven...
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Lord, you have never rejected yourself...
That scroll was not the opportunity to meet the Lord...
The Lord did not see Himself as an instrument for seeking holy things!
Yara was incredibly excited...
However, he quickly composed himself and looked around at various parts of heaven...
However, when he looked up, he found that the Kingdom of Heaven had changed a lot since the last time he came.
Behind that sacred spring, there stood a magnificent building that defies description.
There were countless golden gates, countless golden windows, and countless heavy jade pillars, as if it were the abode of the gods...
Besides the magnificent building, there were also the statues that Yara had seen when he last met the Lord.
They actually came back to life...
These beings possess holy white wings and a golden, sacred halo.
And each of them was incredibly handsome, their gender indistinguishable...
Just as Yara was lost in thought.
An angel with three pairs of wings slowly descended before him.
The angel was incomparably beautiful, surpassing even the most renowned beauties of the mortal realm. Every feather shimmered with golden patterns, gleaming brilliantly under the halo above his head...
At the same time, a young voice rang in his ear—
"Ara Messiah..."
"I am the angel Salakir..."
"He is the archangel who presides over introductions and purifications..."
"Come with me, the Lord is waiting for you..."
After the angel who called himself Salakir finished speaking...
He then spread his wings and flew up, heading towards the Hall of Heroes.
Seeing this, Yara had no choice but to quicken his pace and catch up.
Finally, the one man and one angel stopped at the entrance of Valhalla...
After observing this sacred and magnificent palace up close, Yara was still incredibly awestruck... The platinum-like material seemed to be crafted from the purest and most sacred metal in the world; even ten thousand Argos palaces could not compare to a single pillar here...
Just as Yara was marveling at this, the doors of Valhalla opened.
Sarakiel gestured to Yara to let him in.
Without hesitation, Yara stepped into the magnificent palace...
Inside that sacred temple, three angels stood on one side and four on the other. When Yara entered, Salakir, wings outstretched, moved to the side of the three angels, making the two sides symmetrical, with a total of eight angels...
And the angels closest to the inside on both sides.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed, handsome and noble-looking individual with four pairs of wings.
The other one had black hair and red eyes, with a hint of arrogance in his expression, and possessed six pairs of wings.
And in the middle of these two rows of angels.
It is that supreme, unbearable, sacred phantom.
That Lord of the Ravens, who exuded a dark aura and repelled the King of the Gods.
Like a docile pet, it stood on the shoulder of that sacred phantom...
Yara saw this.
An indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in my heart once again.
He worshipped the Lord of that kingdom.
He bowed his head, a head that neither mortal kings nor gods could make him bow, to the Lord...
Just as Yara was about to speak, he heard that majestic voice, like the very essence of all things—
I know why you have come.
...