Spending My Retirement In A Game

Eisen was approached by Evalia, who quickly whispered the information that Xenia relayed to them into his ear. Since he was trying to use the system as little as possible, she hadn't messaged Eisen directly. Only in emergencies where specifically Eisen was needed would they contact him directly through the system.

The old man frowned lightly as he heard Evalia's words. The fact that they were going to try and blow up the trains was more than just infuriating.

While Eisen understood wanting to try and get rid of certain troublemakers, particularly the ones that Eisen also wanted to get rid of to some degree, the fact that they were choosing a method like this, dragging in innocent individuals, just made Eisen sick beyond compare. He slowly glanced over at Aaron, trying to stop himself from glaring or letting his influence affect him in any way.

He didn't want to show the fact they knew something was wrong quite that easily.

Eisen tapped his finger on the armrest of his seat, listening to the words of the envoys as they discussed the potential terms of a treaty, as well as the conditions that were required to exactly get what each side wanted. Though, just then, the room turned quiet. It almost took Eisen aback, and he wasn't sure what exactly happened.

While he did certainly listen, he didn't necessarily try to really hear the words that everyone was saying, so it took him a few moments to really understand what just happened.

"So... it seems as though each side is satisfied..?" Eisen asked, making sure that he didn't read the situation wrong, and both sides' representatives stood up and nodded their heads. The Irngrad, the king of the giants, as well as Aaron, the crown prince of Litgern, smiled and looked at the old man.

"Indeed so," the Irngrad replied, "We have fully noted down our terms, and have come to an agreement that benefits each side."

The giant handed over a document to Eisen, who quickly glanced down at it. It seemed like there were some agreements to establish regular trade routes, and the idea for a worker-exchange, where each side would send skilled workers to the other side for some sort of cultural exchange so that they could learn each others' techniques.

And at the same time, the giants were promised the 'Rights of a Person' in the central continent. Every single giant, whether they were affiliated with the giants' country or not, would count as a true, legal exception to the laws of each country that defined the treatment of monsters.

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Eisen was glad to see that this term had been able to pass without issues, "I see. In that case, as a last confirmation, unless someone here has something to say against this, we will soon begin to draft the magic contract in front of the eyes of the Goddess of Fate."

A bit surprised, Van Horgh pushed back his chair and stood up, clearing his throat, "Ah, yes, of course. We will get right to drafting the-"

"Excuse me?" Eisen asked, confused why Van Horgh was suddenly speaking. The archpriest looked around the table and back at Eisen.

"My apologies, but you spoke of the contract being created in front of the Goddess' eyes... of course, that must mean that we are the ones to create that contract, correct?" Van Horgh asked, as if it were obvious, but Eisen just let out a long sigh and shook his head immediately.

"No, I'm sorry, but the contract will be created by our side. One of us has a special ability that lets him create contracts that are supported by fate itself, and he has a close connection to the Goddess of Fate," Eisen explained. Komer had already been called by one of the others and was quickly making his way into the room with everything that he needed to properly write the contract.

Since he would need to write it by hand, this would take a while, so Komer wanted to get started right away.

"My... my apologies, but I don't quite understand. That man is a merchant, correct? Why would he have a connection to the Goddess of Fate?"

"I just do, what of it?" Komer groaned, placing a stack of special parchment down onto the table before getting out the pen that Eisen had created for him, "As a Merchant, I know a thing or two about contracts. And my abilities were simply great enough for the Goddess of Fate, who happens to reign over all contracts, to acknowledge me."

Van Horgh slammed his hands on the table, "Such insolence, how would a mere little boy be acknowledged by the Goddess-"

"Watch your words, Van Horgh," Eisen interrupted, glaring at the archpriest to try and get him to finally shut up. He had to do this a few times over the past couple days, and he was growing really sick of that guy's incessant rambling, relying on some arbitrary rules that he had set for himself.

"Watch my words?" though, it seemed like Van Horgh finally had enough of it all, "I have been listening to you incessantly disrespect the gods with your words! Your attempts at deliberately angering me are going too far! The disrespect you are showing now is beyond anything I have ever witnessed! Do you truly expect us to believe that a mere Artificial was blessed by the gods?!"

Eisen groaned slightly, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Yes, I expect you to believe that, because that's really the case."

"Shut your mouth, you disgusting-"

Raising his head, Eisen glared at Van Horgh, and the archpriest shrank back for a moment, "I-I refuse to let you threaten me in that way any further!"

"Please, could you just quit it? Nobody is trying to mess with you right now. What, do you think priests are the only ones that get to talk to the gods? Plus, aren't there tens of thousand of Artificials that entered the church and are now working as clerics?

There's an influx of millions of people, millions of potential new, powerful believers, and you think that the gods would just let up that opportunity?"

Van Horgh grew silent for a few moments before retorting, "Bestowing your blessing upon them is one thing, but allowing one of them to wield the powers of a god in such a manner is revolting."

"But it's what's happening," Eisen pointed out, turning over to Ambriel. Even they seemed confused. That was something very obvious; the gods always liked to give out their powers, because if their believers used powers that were lent out, they were given benefits in return. Basically, they would grow in power the more their abilities were used by others.

Rather, even to angels, the act of giving out their powers to even non-believers was something shocking, but they never doubted that it was happening. Plus, since it was a choice made by their gods, there was no way they would act so revolted about a simple act like that.

At this point, Ambriel did have to speak up, despite the fact they were still trying to unlearn that obsessive belief in the gods, "Truly, I can verify it. Do you not feel the powers of the goddess flowing through that young man's body? And you call yourself a priest?"

Van Horgh slowly turned over to Ambriel, glaring at them, "And why do you think I would keep on listening to the words of a mere fallen angel?"

Ambriel's eyes widened as they shuddered at the words that were spoken. It was true, of course, but being told so, especially in front of all these individuals, was something that evoked rather negative emotions in them. Eisen slammed his hands on the table in front of him, shaking it and everyone that sat at it.

"Select your next words wisely. While you are signing a treaty with the giants, you are not signing one with us. Remember that we are a third party, and if you continue insulting us in manners as you have so far, we will retaliate in par. Commune with your gods, ask them if we are lying or not.

Fuck, just do anything but take your anger and stupidity out on us," Eisen glared at the archpriest, who slowly glanced at the other envoys from the central continent, as if waiting for help and support from them. However, instead, he was just left standing there on his own, receiving disapproval even by the other envoys from the central continent.

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