Another World Trip: Journey with My Cat and an Otaku Loli Goddess Chapter 101.1 - The Lord

In a realm far detached from any other, standing aloft beyond the clouds, was a palace of a quintessential nature.

It was as if sculpted of gold, with windows of crystal hewn and panes carved from silver. Every pattern was lined with precious stones, whilst runes of power adorned the doors.

These elements altogether would normally appear lurid and garish, overflowing with vanity. Yet here, instead, it was abundant with a divine harmony and bereft of mortal flaws.

Deep within, in what appeared to be a meeting room, were several figures discussing an issue that created a tense atmosphere.

“Must such measures be taken just to handle a child?”

“Need I remind you that paramount is the only way to describe this matter!”

“This is the soul discovered from before, correct?”

The figures speaking currently were all of varying ages and forms.

The first voice of dissent came from a figure whose age fluctuated between a child filled with vitality and curiosity, a young person smug in their ignorance of thinking they’ve seen all there is, and a doddering elder whose eyes were dimmed with the buffering of the ages.

Whilst the age kept rotating through these three stages, this phenomenon somehow made it appear as if all three were currently existing at the same time. It was a strange sight for anyone else but those around this table. This was a being known as the God of Time and Perpetuity.

“I simply do not believe that the intervention of all of us Elder Gods is necessary for a common soul,” explained the God of Time and Perpetuity.

“He survived the Heavenly Execution,” another being advised with graveness. This figure constantly shifted between hard and soft; male and female, light and dark, and even heaven and earth. This being was known as Yin and Yang.

“Impossible.” The God of Time and Perpetuity couldn’t believe it.

“It is true. His soul has yet to enter reincarnation. One of the Anima Palaces has been bereft of his presence ever since his first arrival,” The character who spoke this time was one who miraculously appeared in all places and none at the same time, whilst its presence would disappear and reappear at irregular intervals. This was the God of Space and Actuality.

“It was all due to an interference put forth by that same troublemaker from several eras ago.” Yin and Yang commented.

“So it’s that same world again?” asked the God of Time and Perpetuity. “Because of them, the Gate was unable to move.”

“Mina does play a large part in this problem if we’re being honest.” The one who spoke this time around was a seemingly harmless elder. Yet he possessed a type of power that all these gods revered.

The other gods stared at him as if in awe. This was not because of his personal power, but rather who he served directly, the leader of the holy realm. This alone, beyond his massive power, granted him an authority that the others here could only look up to. He went only by the title of The Messenger and nothing else.

“Then again, she is young. It’s the only reason why we banished her to retrieve the gifts bestowed on… it, rather than destroy her. But of course, the main issue lies with the fact that we were unable to sense his first arrival, to begin with,” explained The Messenger offhandedly, dancing around the possibility of Mina’s death as if it was nothing.

“About that. Why were we unable to sense it?” Yin and Yang asked.

“It was being hidden from our perception,” The Messenger advised.

“Excuse my disrespect, Messenger,” The God of Time and Perpetuity interjected. “But the only one able to shield it from our divine senses would be another Elder God. And I believe none of us here would dare do such a thing.”

“You forgot a variable,” The Messenger smilingly advised, appearing like a gentle grandpa.

“Y-You don’t mean—”

The Messenger waved to another one of the Elder Gods to answer God of Time and Perpetuity’s concern. “God of Space and Actuality, if you would please,” he gestured to the being who, while being everywhere and nowhere flickered in and out of existence.

“Understood.” God of Space and Actuality made a small gesture and instantly a figure bound by several runic chains glowing with a chilling dark light appeared, kneeling before them.

It was a woman who embodied what it meant to be beautiful. Her bearing was magnificent and beyond the divine. The presence she radiated made it appear as if every single one of her actions was destined. For every breath that was taken, it appeared as if from the dawn of time, that breath was meant to be taken at that time, no earlier, no later.

It was a strange and captivating scene that one would find themselves unable to extricate themselves from if carelessness was employed.

“Hello everyone,” her elegant voice drifted out, affecting everyone here.

It was not the seductive quality that moved them. Rather, it was the fated nature of her actions. There was a supreme rhythm branded deep within her bones that not even the god bondage that held her could erase.

“Goddess of Destiny and Fate,” The Messenger called out. “You helped Mina with that thing’s reincarnation. On top of your present sentence, why would you do such a thing?” he asked.

She turned to look at the Messenger once he was done and flashed him a smile in return. Instantly the room of light dimmed in comparison, such was the extent of her beauty.

“My dear Messenger, I only wanted my children to thrive and ‘he’ refused, so naturally, our differing stances bore grave consequences.”

“You shielded that thing from our divine senses. Are you intending to let what you fated back then come to pass?” The Messenger asked.

“I did not fate anything. I am neither Fate nor Destiny, just like none of you…” she paused after her last word as if to let it sink in that she was referring to all of them, “… are what you think you are.”

“Blasphemy!” The figures around the table trembled upon hearing the Goddess of Destiny and Fate’s words.

“Gods pretending. You are all of you, children playing make-believe.”

“Silence!” The Messenger’s booming voice echoed out, causing the chains that held her to constrict.

The chains glowed with dark light and a shrilling sound that bore deep into the soul.

Tssss…

“Ah…” the bondage burned into her divinity, causing a cry of pain to escape her lips, but even this appeared destined. After all, it was her whose power came infinitely close to their lord, trumping even the Messenger himself.

After some time, the burning ceased, and the chains’ lights dimmed, returning to their previous state.

“Now speak!” The Messenger roared at her. “You informed all of us long ago that the Lord himself would encounter a tragedy. Of course, we doubted it. Even the Lord who favoured you at the time had trouble believing it, but because it was you and only you, he paid attention to it. That thing did appear, but because of you, we’ve lost it.”

“Lost, he is not,” An aged voice echoed out, one that existed since before time came to be.

“My Lord!” All the gods present vacated their seats to execute a bow. The Messenger was no different.

A figure appeared at the head of the table. As if he was always there, this was their Lord.