The Nameless God.
A God who has lost their worshippers, and even their name.
“So, it was a mistake from the beginning.”
Before attempting to find the God that has lost its name, Lewin suggested that they should assign a name to it first.
“Wouldn’t that be blasphemous?”
However, there were differing viewpoints.
Despite having lost its name, this entity was once a ruler as a God.
For a human to casually bestow a name upon such an entity was deemed as irreverent.
“Your Highness is correct, young master. There’s a rationale behind tasks not undertaken by individuals.”
With differing viewpoints from Lutess and Daisy, Lewin’s attention naturally turned to the remaining one.
“President, what’s your opinion?”
“Uh, well.”
‘I don’t have an opinion!’
Lepis just wanted to burst into tears.
The title of ‘president’ coming from the nobleman’s son felt awkward, as did the prince’s gaze that seemed to expect an opinion.
That’s it?
Even Daisy, whom she assumed would handle it well, seemed uncomfortable.
Clearly, Daisy’s status was lower, but observing her speaking her mind between the prince and the noble, Lepis felt somewhat inferior.
“This holds significance in determining our future policies, President.”
Future policies?
Our club wasn’t one that dealt with such matters; the longstanding history since the club’s inception is on the brink of shattering.
This was an unimaginable event.
It must not happen!
“Well, it’s acceptable.”
“Absolutely, President!”
However, she was a common citizen.
Fragile, timid, and a life overshadowed by others’ opinions.
For someone like her, who had led such a life, Lewin was akin to a natural adversary.
“Whether the chicken or the egg came first isn’t relevant.”
“That’s, that’s correct.”
“But the risk and responsibility are too immense to just say that.”
“Think about it, Daisy. Nameless gods are akin to comatose humans. They’re essentially lifeless! Yet if things progress favorably and the god awakens, would he resent the benefactors who saved him just because his name underwent a slight change?”
“That’s a valid point.”
Why were they having a solemn discussion about this?
And that too, with royalty and nobility involved.
‘No, I shouldn’t concern myself with that. Why am I even here?’
Lepis wondered, gazing at the chalkboard in the club room.
“That’s why I’ve settled on a name.”
In ornate handwriting, the name of the god, chosen by the nobleman’s son, was displayed.
‘Really, he’s earnest about this?’
It didn’t seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision.
It felt as though he had contemplated it for quite a while.
This isn’t right. The Research Club for Nameless Gods wasn’t meant for this sort of thing.
But regardless of her thoughts, Lewin resolutely inscribed the name he had conceived onto the chalkboard.
“This is the chosen name.”
“Murin?”
“Yes. A profoundly meaningful name, representing the god.”
Murin. The name didn’t evoke negativity.
However, the crucial aspect lay in the meaning behind the name.
“What does it signify?”
With that query in mind, Daisy inquired of Lewin while nodding, and Lewin proudly elucidated the name’s significance with evident pride.
“Mu. Ineffectual.”
“Huh?”
“Rin. Superfluous God.”
A moment of silence enveloped the club room.
The significance of the god’s name depicted it as an ineffectual, superfluous God.
“Master.”
Daisy clenched her teeth upon realizing this, but the responses from the other two were rather favorable.
“Why did you choose ‘Rin’ instead of ‘Ing’ for the redundant god?”
“It sounded better as ‘Murin’ than ‘Muing’.”
“I understand.”
To begin with, Lutess wasn’t particularly invested in this.
He was only here due to Lewin’s insistence.
Thus, he was merely participating half-heartedly in the club activities as per their agreement.
And then.
“It’s, it’s actually not bad!”
His sentiment was genuine.
He truly found the name ‘Murin’ appealing.
‘Thank goodness!’
Lupes felt relieved.
There wasn’t much choice.
The name’s significance was an abbreviation for a useless, superfluous god.
This can’t be taken seriously, right?
However, Daisy, unable to grasp these emotions, felt bewildered.
“Are you being serious?”
“Yes.”
“Are you genuinely planning to search for a god whose name signifies a useless, redundant God?”
“If it can be resurrected, even the god Murin would appreciate it.”
Daisy was left speechless.
Amidst Lewin’s seemingly dedicated efforts, Daisy had held some sliver of hope.
‘Couldn’t he be earnest at least once?’
Daisy felt let down, but to her surprise, Lewin was truly earnest.
Lewin had spent considerable time contemplating the name for the unnamed god, and after deep reflection, he had settled on “Murin”.
‘The best kind of god is the one with no practical use.’
Instances of a god answering prayers were rare.
Yet, the demands made were incessant.
‘If a god is all-powerful, does it make sense for them to task humans with stopping the Demon King every time he emerges?’
There might be explanations for this, but then the term “all-powerful” should not apply to such a god.
Limited omnipotence.
‘It’s preposterous.’
If the god is ineffective in critical moments, relying on divine power seems futile.
Instead, the god shouldn’t demand anything from humans.
“Murin embodies my ideal god.”
“Master…”
Daisy began to develop a headache. Was he serious? Did he truly name the god this way?
‘It’s possible if he’s the person I know.’
“My objective is to resurrect Murin. The god of peace, Murin! From now on, the symbol of peace won’t be a dove, but Murin!”
The god was even likened to a dove.
The god of peace – it sounded ideal when considering its significance, yet when compared to a dove, it seemed rather lowly.
“Not a bad idea.”
“Great!”
Surprisingly, the rest of the team’s reactions were positive.
Lutess wished for it to conclude swiftly, Lepis believed the noble boy’s caprice wouldn’t endure, but Daisy remained unaware of that.
‘Am I abnormal?’
Consequently, in this scenario where she stood alone in opposition, it couldn’t help but feel illogical.
“Let’s proceed then.”
Continuing in this manner might drive her to madness.
Thus, Daisy conceded her attempts to persuade.
“Therefore, the unanimous decision of the inaugural meeting of the Nameless God Research Club is to christen the god we intend to discover as ‘Murin’!”
The final remnants of resistance crumbled, and the meeting concluded promptly. In the days to come, the three members apart from Lewin would lament not taking this matter seriously, but that was a narrative reserved for the distant future.
***
A week after Lewin’s initial club meeting.
Throughout that week, the atmosphere at the academy was…
“Unusually calm.”
Surprisingly, there were no significant incidents.
“That’s a good thing, Master.”
“Well, shouldn’t there be some conflict and cliques forming among the students at the start of academy life?”
Lunchtime.
In the academy cafeteria, Lewin grumbled as he tore apart his bread.
“You’ve been reading too many novels, Lewin.”
“No, this is actually quite common.”
Lewin had a genuinely indignant expression in response to Laila’s statement.
Indeed, the limited experiences he had of academy life followed similar patterns.
However, there was something Lewin was unaware of.
When people of similar age and status gathered at the academy, clashes were almost inevitable during the initial stages.
“Look over there.”
“Isn’t that Dryerf?”
But this year was different.
Dryerf and, surprisingly unnoticed, Reinhardt had enrolled at Bersha Academy.
“Should I sit next to him?”
“Hey, if you get marked unnecessarily, how are you going to handle it?”
Even those who thought highly of themselves had to tread cautiously in the presence of the apex predator.
Hence, the middle-ranking nobles couldn’t afford to start fights or create factions.
“It’s already been a week since our club meeting.”
Lepis, who had been evading with various excuses, was present.
Before Lewin, she was like a timid creature that couldn’t take action, but she was adept at coming up with excuses in inconspicuous places.
“Since we’ve given the god a name, we should begin searching for any traces of it.”
“So, you mentioned you’d be gathering resources at the Great Library?”
The Great Library.
At the mention of this place, Lewin recalled something Beriel had mentioned before they entered the academy.
“Was it an interesting place?”
“Daisy, am I misremembering? I heard it was a rather dangerous location.”
“In no way are you mistaken, Miss Laila. The only one who might be mistaken here is our young master.”
“You’re right. The fact that our thoughts align with the young master’s might be even more concerning.”
“Hmm, indeed.”
Observing the consistent reactions of those around him, Lewin couldn’t help but feel puzzled, questioning the true nature of these individuals.
“Well, I’ll let it slide for today.”
Lewin decided to be lenient about the situation.
His words left Daisy wide-eyed, her astonishment evident.
Exhibiting patience—words that didn’t quite mesh with Lewin Dee Dryerf’s persona.
“Young Master? What’s your plan?”
“We still have classes to attend…”
Daisy wasn’t the only one taken aback by this change.
Hains and Yeriel also sensed an ominous shift, their bodies trembling slightly with unease.
“Don’t worry, we’re not skipping class. Have I ever missed one?”
“Well, you do tend to get distracted.”
“And you have a tendency to doze off.”
Though he wasn’t exactly known for his attentiveness in class, Lewin seemed unperturbed.
That wasn’t the critical issue at hand.
“Is there no club activity scheduled for today?”
Upon hearing Lewin’s question, Yeriel and Hains exchanged a fleeting glance.
“Is there?”
“The Knight’s Club is basically engaged in daily training.”
From their quick nonverbal communication, they both decided to bend the truth a bit.
But not everything was false.
Students associated with the Knight’s Club often utilized the club room for training, even when official activities weren’t scheduled.
“Really?”
Lewin was well aware of this.
He had once been an avid seeker of raw strength, frequently spending time in such training spaces when he was part of the club.
“Well, then there’s nothing to be done.”
Nonetheless, Lewin chose to let it go.
In his assessment, it would be more advantageous for Yeriel and Hains to build connections through club involvement rather than accompanying him.
“Put in your best effort.”
Although they had only been at the academy for a week, midterm evaluations were just a few weeks away.
By that time, Lewin, Laila, and the other two would have left a significant impact on the student body.
‘Making a positive impression in the club ahead of time wouldn’t hurt.’
Clubs encompassed students of varying skill levels, from beginners to advanced.
Among these, the Knight’s Club, along with the Magic Club, stood out as the largest within the academy.
Showcasing their abilities there could facilitate the execution of their future plans.
“And Laila?”
“What about me? I heard our club hasn’t started any activities yet.”
A portion of Laila’s statement was correct, while another portion wasn’t.
The Labor Club hadn’t initiated any activities, but the student council members were deeply involved in ongoing conflicts.
“Want to come along?”
“To the Grand Library?”
“Yes. Remember what Beriel mentioned last time?”
A library housing a dungeon.
Could anyone resist such an opportunity, especially a child in their 10th life, regardless of gender?
“I’m in!”
Laila, also a child in her 1st life, seemed equally unable to resist.
At this point, it appeared that everyone was succumbing to the idea!
“Phew.”
After completing her meal, Daisy sighed upon witnessing the enthusiasm of the other two.
“Young Master, Miss, I believe you both are underestimating your positions. The offspring of a ducal house shouldn’t be venturing into dangerous places so casually.”
In a chiding tone, Lewin simply nodded in response.
And then…
“Who said that, I wonder?”
“I apologize.”
“Daisy, the library wouldn’t remain accessible if it were perilous.”
“I’m sorry, Miss.”
Upon hearing Lewin and Laila’s explanations, Daisy bowed her head apologetically.
She had been fixated on the term ‘dungeon’ and had overlooked other aspects.
“Both of you shouldn’t tease her like that.”
“But…”
“It’s a rarity to witness Daisy blush.”
Beriel’s intervention led Lewin and Laila to cease their teasing, albeit with some reluctance.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. My words might have contributed to Daisy’s misunderstanding.”
It was during this moment that Daisy used her fan to cool her flushed face.
“Officially, it’s just a library. The dungeon is a part of academy lore.”
“But didn’t you mention earlier that there was a dungeon?”
“That’s uncharted territory. Isn’t the legend more thrilling if it’s true?”
No, it’s not exciting at all.
If there truly was a dungeon, shouldn’t they formally notify the students?
She nearly vocalized these thoughts, but observing Lewin and Laila agreeing with Beriel, Daisy sealed her lips.
‘Am I the odd one here?’
She had initially thought only the young master was peculiar.
Whether in the club or in this scenario, opinions aligning with Lewin seemed to be on the rise ever since they ventured into the world, leaving Daisy bewildered.
“Shall we proceed, then?”
However, before Daisy’s bewilderment could dissipate, Beriel, followed by Lewin and Laila, had already entered the Grand Library.
After a moment of hesitation, Daisy had no choice but to quietly follow them.
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