“How beautiful… So pure and elegant, and yet wielding such divine power with ease. Truly, the legendary oracle…”
“Lord Dabo. The Oracle seems fatigued. Shall we move to another location?”
“Ah, yes! The Oracle’s blessing is etched into my very soul. Your Excellency, I leave that matter to you. Desiderio Mendez Dabo shall never forget this kindness.”
“Haha, if Lord Dabo says so, my family shall be even more secure. Oracle, we will prepare an attendant immediately. Please wait a moment.”
The snake-man, now in high spirits, escorts the man out of the room.
Once they’re gone, I let out a deep sigh, my body sinking into the chair as if my strength has completely left me.
“How long am I going to have to keep doing this…”
I love peace. I hate being dragged into anything.
So why has it come to this?
Ever since I arrived in this room, this house, this country—or rather, this world—my beloved peace has felt more distant than ever.
* * *
To put it simply, I “fell.”
After finishing work as usual, I returned to my apartment, opened the door, and fell.
Like something out of a comedy show or a prank, the floor disappeared, and I sank down and down without resistance.
Endlessly falling into the void, there was no way a young woman just a few years into her career could remain calm.
For the first time in years—maybe over a decade—I sobbed uncontrollably. Honestly, I deserve praise for not losing my mind entirely. It was that terrifying.
Whether by good luck or bad, when I woke up, I was in this room.
An unnecessarily large, luxurious canopy bed. Overly ornate, towering chairs. A floor and walls of pure white stone, all incomprehensibly extravagant.
Even as someone who prides herself on her love of peace and ability to stay composed, this was completely beyond my tolerance.
And then, as if he owned the place, the snake-man leisurely appeared.
“You have descended from the heavenly realm. I could tell at a glance. Your divine presence far surpasses that of any clergy I’ve ever met! Without a doubt, you are the Oracle of Blessings!”
The snake-like man explained with exaggerated gestures, radiating an air of overwhelming suspiciousness.
“Our country has a legend,” he continued. “Once every few centuries, a sacred being descends through a rift in the world to bestow blessings upon this land. This being transforms the power of the gods into blessings by invoking their name and bestows them upon the deserving. That is why such a figure is called the Oracle of Blessings.”
With a smile stretched awkwardly across his villainous face, the snake-like man remained utterly untrustworthy.
“Mistaken identity? Impossible! You are the Oracle. Not only do you have a divine presence, but you also bear the holy stone and the sacred mark, which are proof of the Oracle of Blessings.
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