“Let’s search for this elder god!”
Obviously, now that we knew the elder god had escaped, we couldn’t just sit back and relax.
“The god may have escaped its seal, but it is probably unfamiliar with our time period. There is a very high possibility it is still wandering aimlessly nearby. Let’s look around the city.”
Pecora was right—we still had time. There were things we could do before the elder god started to act.
“But, Your Majesty,” Beelzebub interjected. “We still do not know anything about this entity. How are we supposed to find—?”
Just then, Smarsly began to hop around.
“Oh, you have learned its unique characteristics from the clay tablets already? Very well. Tell us.”
Smarsly hopped rapidly across its keyboard.
“The tablet said, Our great god can infinitely change its form and appearance?”
That sounded like something a god would do.
“Ugh… Infinitely change its form and appearance? We’ll never find it…,” I complained.
“Smarsly is not done. It still moves. It is typically elliptical, apparently.”
Elliptical? That only made it sound stranger…
“And furthermore, Our great god is infinite, thus in the image of infinity, it is unbound by form.”
“This thing is gonna be impossible to find…”
But Smarsly wasn’t finished.
“Some gods believe it to merely be a poor artist, but that is baseless slander. It simply depicts eternity. The end.”
That last part was very specific…
“So………I suppose this means there is a good chance this elder god is bad at art. Our hints will be in the pictures,” Beelzebub said.
Though she was the one speaking, she also seemed a little perplexed by this turn of events. It was written all over her face.
“So how are we supposed to find it?” I said. “Do we ask everyone who lives in the city to draw for us?”
“Wh-what other choice do we have?! I am not the one who wrote those tablets! You’d best complain to their author if you are displeased with the idea!”
It was true that none of this was Beelzebub’s doing, so I didn’t press any further. Either way, we still didn’t know how we were going to find this god.
“It is better than no hint at all,” Pecora said. “I’ll get us a little help. Vosanosanonnjishidow vidiste fulco shizoni!”
She began to mutter a spell. It sounded a lot like the one I used to summon Beelzebub.
Then a demon poofed into existence in front of Pecora. I didn’t know who he was, but he radiated an air of importance.
“Ah… How may I help you, Your Majesty…?” the demon asked.
“I have a little request for you. Do you think you could do this for me?”
The demon, unable to go against his king’s wishes, said he would do what he could and ran off.
“Uh…Pecora? Who was that?” I asked.
“The mayor of Yostos.”
“I see. I guess asking for the mayor’s help would be the right thing to do.”
“I told him to hold drawing contests throughout the city.”
“That’s not exactly what I’d call a request.”
As the demon king, Pecora was rather forceful whether she meant to be or not.
“This will heighten our chances of finding someone terrible at art and should narrow down the scope of our search. Oh-ho!”
I felt this deserved some pushback. Since we were in a rather serious situation, I couldn’t simply stand by and watch.
“Um, do you really think someone who’s bad at art will enter a drawing contest? I’d be way too embarrassed, myself.”
There were probably those who were unskilled but enthusiastic, and those who simply didn’t realize they were bad, but most people who weren’t good at something would be too embarrassed to participate.
“No need to worry, Elder Sister!”
But Pecora’s confidence was unwavering. Maybe she had some secret tactic?
“We will cross that bridge when we come to it!” she concluded.
“I admire your optimism,” I muttered.
“There is no point in worrying over whether or not they will draw for us! We must do everything we can right now!”
That was basically correct, so I had no more objections. There was no spell that could help us pinpoint bad artists, so all we could do now was wait.
Come to think of it, this might be enough information for someone divine to find who we were looking for.
When that thought crossed my mind, I wondered what my god friends were up to. I knew they tended to follow their whims, but considering there was a very real chance that an elder god had broken loose from its seal, I was a little nervous.
“I suppose we’ve done all we can~” Pecora stretched. “Let’s retire to our hotel for today. I booked rooms for all of us at a nice place in the city.”
“Well, we confirmed that the seal is broken, at least,” I said. “I guess we did pretty well.”
“I heard the breakfast buffet is really popular! I hope you’re excited~!”
The world might be in danger, but for some reason I wasn’t all that scared. I think I’d simply grown used to how things worked here.
Yeah. Everything would be fine. Hoping for an excellent breakfast buffet was the best thing I could do right now.
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