The Life of a Wise Cult Leader - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175

 

What if the Savior who became a god gets angry at this? With a single gesture or word, all the people here would drop dead with a squawk.

 

However, unlike Professor Wolfgang who harbored such anxieties, Celestia remained composed.

 

“Everyone must be tired, so let’s rest a bit before proceeding. Good research results don’t come from poor physical condition… The Savior’s condition isn’t very good either. Professor Ellara, you should go in and prepare for research.”

 

“What! Why! Why why why why why…”

 

Professor Ellara, whose research was rejected, despaired and slumped down with a slide.

 

Thud.

 

Professor Ellara, who had collapsed at their feet, wailed pitifully with sobs. Rolling on the floor like a young child whose candy was taken away was quite a sight.

 

“This was the perfect timing for experiments!”

 

“The Savior has only recently obtained divine status and is in a dangerous state due to incomplete resurrection… And after forcibly using power in that situation, time is needed for stabilization.”

 

Even as Professor Ellara threw a tantrum at the Savior’s feet, no one paid attention. Only Professor Wolfgang covered his face, seemingly embarrassed by the spectacle.

 

“That’s why we deliberately brought him to the ‘Cradle of Stars’. So research is rejected for the time being. Professor Ellara, don’t even think about conducting secret experiments.”

 

“Noooooooo. Like this! With a god right before our eyes! A god created by humans, and we can’t research with it right in front of us! Do you even know how unreasonable this is, Celestia, Tower Master?”

 

Professor Ellara was so excited that by the end she was spitting out words rapid-fire without even wetting her lips.

 

Through her crooked glasses, only the madness characteristic of those who walk the path of magic gleamed in her eyes.

 

“Still, what’s not allowed is not allowed. What if something goes wrong with the Ascetic, no… the Savior during experiments?”

 

“Then I’ll just look with my eyes! I’ll just look. I’ll only draw pictures, okay? Wouldn’t that work? I won’t do blood sampling or specimen collection or anything like that, so please!”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Celestia pondered. That woman was the type who would inevitably sneak in and cause trouble if told no. It might be better to keep her within a controllable range.

 

Then, Erendor, who had been watching from afar with his arms crossed, chimed in.

 

“That much should be fine, right? We’re planning to do that ‘family play’ anyway to revive memories, so seeing more people the Ascetic knew in life would make it easier to recover memories. He probably knew that noisy human too.”

 

“Is that so…?”

 

Professor Ellara looked at Erendor, who was taking her side, with such intensity she seemed ready to devour him, then shook her head up and down vigorously.

 

“Yes, yes! I was acquainted with him too. Didn’t we do collaborative research together! Celestia… Tower Master knows this too.”

 

“Alright. You’re not the type to refrain even if told not to anyway… But,”

 

Celestia extended one index finger and thrust it right in front of Ellara’s nose bridge.

 

“No approaching. Absolutely no physical contact. Within a 3-meter radius… no, to be safe, no approaching within 5 meters.”

 

“…”

 

“And if the Savior’s heart rate or magical fluctuations become even slightly unstable due to your stimulation? Immediate revocation of research privileges and permanent banishment. Understood?”

 

Ellara’s eyes sparkled. There were plenty of magical devices that could detect from beyond 5 meters.

 

“Good! Good! I won’t even make breathing sounds! Consider me nonexistent!”

 

“Fine. Then everyone disperse. Let’s wash up and get some sleep first. We haven’t slept a wink for five days.”

 

As Celestia’s dismissal order fell, people whose tension had relaxed began sitting on the floor one by one or yawning.

 

Only then did true peace seem to come to the ‘Cradle of Stars’.

 

But one being alone. Only the Savior still stood by the pond, silently watching this tumultuous crowd of humans.

 

With ambiguous eyes, as if observing fish in an aquarium, or as if tracing very old memories.

 

*

 

“Now, let’s start by organizing the situation. We have two objectives.”

 

She held up two fingers with a tired voice.

 

“First, stabilizing the Savior’s unstable ego and helping him recover memories from his ‘Ascetic’ days. Second…”

 

“Finding that little Baby Serpent.”

 

Erendor, who was leaning crookedly on the sofa, interrupted. His expression was quite serious, unlike usual.

 

“Ife, I mean. She hasn’t shown her nose since the moment the Ascetic awakened. That clingy kid not appearing when her owner was resurrected? Something’s definitely wrong.”

 

“Certainly… Spirits are connected to their contractor’s soul. And considering how much the Ascetic cherished that child…”

 

Yelena nodded with a serious expression. Erendor, who knew the most about spirits here, continued.

 

“If the Savior’s soul wavelength changed when he lost his memories, the connection with Ife might have been severed. Perhaps that ‘severed connection’ is one of the causes of memory loss. Spirits share souls with their contractors.”

 

Erendor said this while bringing out his Ifrit.

 

“Then finding that ‘Ife’ could be the key to recovering memories.”

 

“In that case… hmm, but how do we get her back?”

 

“Even if bodies are separated, the spirit’s path remains connected. If the owner is here, that Baby Serpent is surely wandering somewhere nearby or following the owner’s wavelength. Well, whatever her condition, she’ll eventually come to the Savior’s side.”

 

“Then we just need to wait.”

 

“So, is there anyone here who can see spirits?”

 

“…”

 

“None. That’s why I came along. What would have happened without me? How about it? I’m really, really useful, right?”

 

Everyone made subtly ‘annoying’ expressions and absolutely refused to answer him. Celestia swept back her disheveled bangs and continued speaking.

 

“Then the remaining problem is…”

 

Celestia’s gaze turned to the other two people. The most important and difficult challenge. How to implant ‘human memories’ into him who had become a god.

 

“Hmm~ Memory loss. Interesting.”

 

Then, Professor Ellara, who had been busily moving her quill pen in the corner, interjected.

 

“Shall we approach this magically? By giving direct magical stimulation to the mental circuits that govern memory…”

 

“Rejected.”

 

“Or slightly opening the skull and into the brain…”

 

“Get out.”

 

When Celestia pointed to the door with cold eyes, Ellara clicked her tongue with a ‘tsk’.

 

“It was a joke, a joke. I was trying to lighten the mood, but you’re being too rigid. Come on, let’s approach this academically.”

 

Ellara began sketching the shape of a human head on the blackboard.

 

“Memory, you see, is ultimately like a study created by intertwining ‘experience’ and ’emotion’. The Savior’s study hasn’t burned down. It’s just…”

 

She tapped the blackboard.

 

“A massive new bookshelf called ‘divinity’ came in, pushing the old books from his human days into a corner warehouse. With the door tightly shut.”

 

“The warehouse door is closed…?”

 

“Exactly! So what do we need to do? Find the ‘key’ to break open and unlock that tightly shut door! A stimulus so intense, familiar, and instinctive that the soul cannot ignore it!”

 

“What would that be?”

 

When Yelena asked, Ellara grinned.

 

“A shock that moves the soul.”

 

“If you’re suggesting we hit him, I’ll really kick you out.”

 

“Good grief! Not physical shock! I mean emotional waves. For example… an object he was most obsessed with in life, a person he loved most, or… an unforgettable promise!”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Mentioning promises reminded me of the promise between Kalebrin and the Ascetic, making me gloomy.

 

“Promises… well…”

 

“Seems you’ve already tried that.”

 

“Objects he was obsessed with… not particularly.”

 

“Well, saving people… he was quite obsessed with that kind of welfare work.”

 

“But that’s… hmm, hmm.”

 

“To say he had a lover, he lived too much like a monk.”

 

Celestia, Yelena, and Cardil with an expression of not knowing why he was dragged here. The three of them put their heads together and pondered.

 

“Family?”

 

Celestia said as if the words jumped out.

 

“When I visited him in prison before, he said he considered everyone like family. If we really treat him like family, he might come back!”

 

“Isn’t that the same as what we were trying to do before?”

 

Though I said it impulsively in front of the Widow, I never thought this method could actually work.

 

“Yes! Family! There’s no better anchor than this to hold onto the ‘humanity’ that became dim upon becoming a god.”

 

Professor Ellara clapped her hands in agreement.

 

“Then the conclusion is reached.”

 

Celestia stood up with a determined expression.

 

“Wait wait wait…”

 

Erendor waved his hands frantically.

 

“So you’re telling me to play family now?”

 

“Playing around? Does blood relation make a family? Even before we started this conversation, I’ve always thought of the Ascetic as family. Even though my surname is Evergrace.”

 

“Oh, and Erendor, you won’t be getting a family role.”

 

Yelena said.

 

“Then what? A guard?”

 

“No. The role of ‘rude friend.'”

 

“…Huh?”

 

“Everyone here either finds the Savior intimidating or respects him so much they treat him formally. But you don’t, Erendor. You’re the only one who can speak casually to him, put your arm around his shoulders, and tease him.”

 

“I didn’t go that far.”

 

Erendor’s minor protest was ignored.

 

It was certainly a good choice, since just revering him as a god would only make him feel less human.

 

“Yelena, please… treat him warmly by his side like before. Like a daughter, or like a disciple. We need someone who can care for his emotions from the closest distance.”

 

“Got it! That’s what I’m best at anyway.”

 

Yelena answered enthusiastically. Then Cardil, who had been standing there dazed, raised his hand.

 

“Um, then what about me…?”

 

“Hmm. What kind of relationship did you have with the Ascetic before?”

 

“Not really much of a relationship… It was just me receiving help one-sidedly, and me occasionally helping him out.”

 

“In that case… Hmm. Let’s make you an uncle.”

 

“Uncle…?”

 

Cardil furrowed his brow and pointed at himself with his finger. Celestia nodded.

 

“Do you have something you’d rather do? For reference, I’m going to be the second daughter.”

 

“Um. Is this what you meant by becoming family…?”

 

“It’s about showing the appearance of a family. It would be even better if we knew what food he enjoyed eating when he was alive, or what scents he liked, things like that.”

 

“Do you know what food he liked?”

 

“I wouldn’t know. I figured Uncle Cardil or Yelena, who’ve been with him since way back, might know.”

 

“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen the Savior eat.”

 

“Skipping meals was routine for him.”

 

“…Come to think of it, there was something the Ascetic really, really enjoyed eating.”

 

“What was it?!”

 

Celestia looked ready to procure it even if it were the finest delicacies. Yelena calmly reminisced as she spoke.

 

“Some mercenary-style stew made with wild boar from the Northern Dungeon.”

 

“…What did you say?”

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