“Look,” Misha said, pointing forward.
Colorful sceneries were scattered across the vivid sky like stars. Scenes like golden volcanoes among white lakes, lands covered in thorns, cities of wheels, and more.
“This is the Firmament of the Gods. The scenery you see are all divine domains,” Misha said.
Divine domains were spaces like Ennessone’s Divine City of the Sprouting Palace or Naphta’s restricted worlds. Each scene shown was emitting a tremendous amount of magic power. Being in the Divine Realm meant the gods could make the most of their power.
“With so many domains, how do we figure out which one Everastanzetta and Delsgade are in?” Sasha asked.
“I’d normally be able to sense it easily, but...”
I couldn’t sense Delsgade’s magic power at all. Its powerful existence was completely erased. As my castle, it was magically linked to me for summoning, so it shouldn’t be possible for the gods to hide it from my Magic Eyes.
“I can’t locate Everastanzetta either,” Misha said.
Everastanzetta was practically half of Militia’s being. Her losing sight of the castle now that she had regained her memories was completely unnatural.
“Wh-What should we do...” Sasha murmured. “We can’t search this many divine domains one by one. We’re right in the middle of enemy territory as is...”
“Don’t worry. The two castles may be missing, but the fact they’re missing is the biggest clue we have,” I said.
Sasha looked over at me.
“Delsgade and Everastanzetta are being hidden by a god as powerful as the Goddess of Creation, if not more. They’re located somewhere no one would think to look.”
“A god as powerful as the Goddess of Creation... Does such a god exist?” Sasha asked.
“The Four Principles,” Misha answered.
“Huh? You mean like Goddesses of Birth and Termination? We did get ambushed and knocked out, but were they really that strong?”
“The Four Principles are located in the depths of the firmament. In their own domains, they are able to exert their power to its fullest extent.”
Since she had been outside of her domain, the Goddess of Termination’s power was far from its full potential.
“Where is their divine domain?” I asked.
“Over there,” Misha replied.
She pointed at a section of the vivid blue sky with lots of floating domains. Upon closer inspection, the domains formed the shape of a globe. At the center of the globe were four particularly large domains, linked together.
The domain Misha was pointing at was an ocean with a large tree growing from the water surface.
“That’s the Mother Sea, the divine domain of the Goddess of Birth.”
She then pointed at a domain with a waterfall in its sky and a dense forest below.
“Nature’s Keep, the divine domain of Dilfred, the God of Depth.”
The next domain was a white desert with sparks dancing everywhere.
“The Withered Desert, divine domain of Anahem, God of Demise.”
Finally, she pointed up at a celestial sphere made of tree canopy layers.
“The Celestial Canopy, divine domain of Gaetenaros, God of Change.”
She faced the four divine domains and said, “Together, the divine domains of the Four Principles are known as Da Qu Kadarte, the Round Garden of Principles.”
It was very likely one of the Four Principles had stolen the castles, but there was no way of telling which.
“Which god is most familiar with the Firmament?” I asked.
“Me,” Misha replied. “But right now, most of my memories are stored in Everastanzetta.”
As one would expect, it was impossible to instantly transfer 700 million years of memories to a demon body. Which meant...
“Misha, did you erase my memories of Abernyu because you thought I’d get in the way of your wish?” I asked.
Misha blinked a few times. “I think so...”
“You don’t remember that either?” Sasha asked.
Misha nodded.
Hmm. By stealing Everastanzetta, they were also stealing Militia’s memories. Perhaps that was purposeful, and the god orchestrating all this didn’t want Militia to remember everything.
“Fine. Who knows the Firmament of the Gods and Da Qu Kadarte best after you?”
“The God of Depth has a narrower field of view than the Goddess of Creation, but he can see deeper into the abyss. He’s also commonly known as the Wise God, for his vast knowledge,” Misha answered.
“The God of Depth, huh? So we’re headed for Nature’s Keep,” I said.
We descended towards the divine domain that had a waterfall falling over a forest.
Before long, densely packed green trees appeared before our eyes, their vivid leaves in varying shades of green swaying in the wind. Only from above did I realize these leaves formed an enormous whirlpool. The road through the forest twisted in a spiral shape, with the windswept leaves following a similar path.
“Do you know where Dilfred is?” I asked.
Misha shook her head. “Only that he’s somewhere in the forest.”
“Then we’ll land wherever.”
We flew straight down and landed in Nature’s Keep. I lightly stamped my feet on the forest floor. What an odd place. Looking towards the forest’s depths revealed how distorted space was.
“Let’s search. Hopefully the god is a reasonable one.”
Misha opened her mouth to reply, but just then—
“Please leave.”
A low voice echoed with the rustle of trampled grass, and a man pushed his way past some branches to reveal himself.
He wore clothes woven from flowers, with a cape of leaves and a crown of wood. At a glance, he looked like a sage of the forest. But his magic power made him undoubtedly a god.
“Dilfred,” Misha said.
The man glanced at her briefly.
So this is the God of Depth, Dilfred.
The next moment, he immediately walked up to me and knelt, prostrating himself on the ground.
“I humbly beg of you, Misfit Anos Voldigoad. Please leave this place.”