The people who learned I was a god begged me for mercy in all sorts of ways.
"Can you truly return the world to the way it was?"
"If you do that for us, we'll believe in anything you do."
"Please, for this child's sake..."
"..."
I watched in silence as the people, weary of life, earnestly pleaded with me. Whether I could save all of them—I did not know. For I was not a true god.
One cannot be called a god merely for altering the world, creating life, and ruling over existence. That is an outer god. Beings who possess power, but not the right to it.
"I will do my best."
Still, it was not right to say, 'You have chosen the wrong god to pray to,' so I offered them some pleasantries. After listening to a number of confession-like stories, I returned to the castle to find Sharmia smiling bitterly.
"I'm sorry. I should have at least discussed it with you beforehand."
I let out a soft sigh and shook my head. In the end, a pillar of support was necessary in a situation like this.
"It's alright. It must have been necessary."
"Hmm, it's a relief to hear you say that. In fact, I think you'll have to come out into the open from now on."
"Pardon?"
As I wondered what she meant, Sharmia, with a troubled expression, continued.
"You planned to move everyone underground, correct?"
"I must have mentioned it. Yes, that's right."