Episode 1

I have four fathers and four mothers.

They are the ones who picked me up as an abandoned child and raised me.

More than ten years ago, when I was still a baby, I was abandoned in the mountains where the Gods live.

I don't know why.

There was a famine that year, and wars were raging in the neighborhood.

Perhaps the famine had made it impossible to feed the children, or perhaps the war had caused extreme poverty, or perhaps it was both.

I was found by the all-powerful God Reus.

He had disguised himself as a farmer and found me on his way back from inspecting a town at the foot of the mountain.

As he walked along the riverbank in a tipsy mood, he found me drifting downstream from upstream.

I was being carried in a small boat, and I was crying quietly.

My cry was so natural, Reus said, that he almost let me go.

However, I was swept downstream but I did not fall into the waterfall.

Reus had saved me.

He transformed into a giant eagle, grabbed me, and flapped his wings into the sky.

We went straight to Table Mountain, the mountain where the Gods live, and he showed me to his friends.

Ronin, the God of Swords, looked into my face and said, "Why? Why is it, a human baby? I thought it would be a good side dish for sake."

He stroked his stubble and lamented. A bottle of wine in his hand.

The Goddess of Healing, Miria, said,"That's what men are like. Look at this cute little baby, he's like a marshmallow."

She takes me in her arms and smiles as she cradles me.

Vandal, the God of Magic, looked on in boredom.

He let out a squeaky voice.

"...... I don't like children. They're loud and selfish."

He took one look at my face and returned his gaze to the grimoire.

The three of them had different attitudes, but Reus, the Omnipotent god, knew. He knew that they liked me as a baby.

In fact, when Reus announced that he was going to raise this baby, they were reluctant, but they did not oppose him.

On the contrary, they began to come to me as a baby for any reason they could think of.

Ronin, the God of Swords, came to me after completing his daily routine of 10,000 strikes and whispered, "You have small hands. When you're a little older, I'll let you hold a sword and make you my apprentice. Soon you will be able to put out candles with your sword pressure."

Miria, the Goddess of Healing, finished her talk with the earth and came over to me and held me in her arms. (Side note: Why is a Goddess speaking with the Earth?)

"What an adorable baby. Oh, my maternal instincts are tingling."

As she says this, she pops out her breasts and tries to suckle(br**stfeed) me, but the goddess, who has never been pregnant, was unable to do so.

Giving up, she tucked her breasts away and kissed me on the cheek instead.

This is the world's kindest kid, and one day I will make him the world's best healer.

As Miria returns me to my cradle, Vandal, the God of Magic, arrives.

The old man with white hair looks bored.

He stares at me with a frown, then his expression drops and he makes a dumb face.

I squealed and laughed when I saw his face.

The old man's eyebrows lowered.

"...... you're a baby with a sense of humor.

The old man murmurs, then makes up his mind.

"Very well. Will you take this priest as my apprentice?