God forbids me to fall in love

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Moen's feet gradually became numb from the cold, and normal blood circulation was difficult. This made him uncertain whether he could hold on to life every time he took a step.

His shoes were immersed in the snow several times, deep and shallow, and even the pants at the Achilles tendon were soaked.

The sky was not as bright as when he woke up.

There is still a faint pain in the abdomen, which may be caused by hunger.Counting from the night when he was told to escape, he hadn't eaten for a long time.

His whole body was exhausted, but even so, he showed no signs of stopping.

Just like the day of God's descent not long ago, he resolutely jumped out of the carriage and rushed home.

Because there are people I want to meet, I won't stop, I won't fall down.

……

When he got close to his destination, the sun had completely disappeared, and only the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the silver-white land, making this untouched area look extremely holy.

It should have been covered with grass green.

Even in winter, there are at least wheat-colored withered grass roots everywhere. Although it looks decayed, you know that it will regenerate green leaves in the next spring, so it is full of hope.

And now, hope is buried in the snow that will not know when it will melt.

Moen briefly moved his numb and stiff wrists and ankles, stood under the wilderness, and turned his head to look back at the familiar buildings.

He once grew up there and spent his not-so-long 16 years of life there.

It was evident that all the houses had been looted.

Now the village is silent, no lights are still on, and it seems to be empty.

The Northland vagrants may have attacked elsewhere, and the aborigines may have abandoned their homes and fled.

Of course, it is also possible...

Has been killed.

Moen's chin, which had been tucked into his collar, was exposed, and he let out a breath of white air.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then raised his legs with difficulty and walked towards the field.

When he saw that figure in the hazy moonlight, Moen couldn't tell whether he was hallucinating or not.

The man sitting in the snow and looking up at the moon.

His long platinum hair was kissed by the moonlight, and the snowflakes were already flying again.

And that person was only wearing impossibly light clothes, which were dotted with snowflakes.

Through the flying goose feathers, Moen felt a hot heat in his eyes.

He wanted to shout the word "□□" loudly, but his throat was as stagnant as if he had lost his voice.

I had no choice but to rush forward, but because of the sudden acceleration, my legs softened and I fell towards the snow.

Fortunately, the snow here is still soft. Moen shook his head like a puppy in the water, propped up his upper body, and met the eyes of the person not far away who turned and looked over.

So clear and calm, it is the eyes that can only be possessed by those who are not in the world, pure and true.

There were dots of snowflakes falling on his eyelashes, making him look colder and more distant, not like ordinary people.

No, he is not a mortal.

Moen's mouth suddenly shrunk.

He wanted to cry a little.

But he held back, and then, in the posture of falling, he wanted to bow to his only god, but a familiar voice stopped him.

"You hurt from the fall."

Vernes watched him quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his expression calm and gentle.

He seemed to have seen Moen's momentary out of control expression in his eyes, and attributed it to pain.

This sudden statement may be his unique consolation, comforting his followers.

but……

No matter it was Vilnes' tone, his expression and eyes, his whole reaction was so strange.

just like

Didn't know Moen at all.

Moen's figure stopped, blinking his eyes in a panic, he tried his best to control the surging emotions, and stammered, "Dear God, what's wrong with you? I met Narovira, God of Dreams, She, she told me..."

In the middle of speaking, Moen suddenly and slowly closed his mouth.

He couldn't go on.

Seeing Vernes' blank gaze, he could no longer speak a word.

"……you know me?"

Vernes waited until Moen's incomplete words stopped and realized that he was no longer speaking, and then asked such a sentence that aggravated Moen's guess

God doesn't remember him.

Moen nodded instinctively in a daze.

"Then you know my name, right? My name is... Shen?" Vernes recalled what Moen called him, and frowned slightly.

"..." Moen swallowed, and squeezed out a word from his throat, "No, your name is Vernes."

"Really? Thank you." Vernes spoke slowly. He smiled at Moen. After speaking, he turned around and looked up at the moon.

Moen slowly got up from behind, feeling a little stuffy in his chest.

Is the fate of being expelled from the kingdom of heaven erased together with all the memories of being a god?

Vilnes is now a blank slate.

A blank sheet of paper that Moen didn't know what to do.

He only knew that the most important thing to do now was to take God and hide in a house that could shelter him from the wind and rain.

If God becomes an ordinary person, then he will also be cold, won't he?

"Virnes, I'm here to take you home. Come with me, okay?"

It was very difficult for Moen to say every word. His hands were awkwardly clenched into fists and placed by his side, and his fingertips that were red from the cold poked the soft flesh of his palm.

He felt like a bad guy who kidnapped children, so he was extremely guilty and had no confidence.

Vernes then turned his head away again.

Moen felt that gaze seemed to stay on him for a century, and when he thought he would not get a response, Vernes opened his mouth softly.

"Who are you to me?" he asked.

"I am your..."

Moen's heart was burning, and he didn't reply for a long time.

Because in an instant, an evil thought came into his mind.

What would happen if I answered "lover" at this time?

Will Ness, who is no longer a god, be a pair of ordinary human partners with him from now on, isn't it good?

The unreachable god that he yearns for every day and night is now in front of him, as long as he opens his mouth, he can stay by his side.

He didn't have to think about what happened in the kingdom of heaven, nor did he need to pay attention to Narovella's guidance for him to send God back to the kingdom of heaven.

They can simply go through this life as humans.

As long as Moen opens his mouth now and tells that lie.

"..." Moen pulled out an ugly smile and said, "I am your friend."

He firmly said the word "friend".

I have considered whether I should be called a "believer", but think about it, maybe this is too unreasonable in the eyes of a person who has lost the memory of God, and may reduce his credibility in the eyes of the other party.

Of course he liked Vernes.

But he will convey this love openly.

He will send Vernes back to where he came from, through all kinds of hardships and dangers.

Even if you can only look up at each other on the ground in the end, you will be happy.

"Friend?" Vernes repeated, nodded thoughtfully, and stood up, "I am willing to go with you."

Moen let out a "hmm", and stretched out his hand to take off his coat and put it on the other party's body.

"No, you look cold." Vernes pressed his hand, tilted his head slightly and looked at Moen's swollen ears.

Although he is no longer an omnipotent god, he still looks so calm.

Moen froze for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded, and quickly led Vernes down the mountain.

With nowhere else to go, their best and only option now is to go back to the house they had before they moved.

He can take down the fence of the sheepfold to use as firewood for heating, and there are still sweet potatoes stored in the basement of the house, which can fill his stomach.

If the house hadn't been ransacked, there would still be crude furniture that wasn't taken away when they moved, at least it would be enough to get through a few days of hard life.

Moen returned to the former house with the last bit of strength in his body, and fell backwards overwhelmed the second he led people through the door.

But he didn't fall to the ground.

A pair of hands blocked his waist.