Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 88: Artemis’s Relics (1)

The Kreuz Report was a place where all times, from ancient to present, intersected.

Greece, Rome, the Renaissance, the Victorian era, and modern times...

The artifacts on the shelves were objects used in countless eras, spanning an immeasurable amount of time.

They were kept in a pristine condition, as if they still belonged to their respective eras, with no dust on them whatsoever.

‘It must be a preservation spell.’

─Preservation.

A high-level magic that keeps the condition of the objects exactly as they were when they were stored.

Within this vast report, there seemed to be a preservation spell cast by someone whose identity was unknown, keeping the items in their original state.

That was the secret behind how the Kreuz Report had remained unchanged over the years.

‘Probably no one can intrude here.’

The magic of preservation surrounded the report, likely holding anyone without similar magical lineage at bay.

Only those who inherited a similar magic lineage, like the Kreuz family, could enter.

At that moment, Jeanne's eyes widened in disbelief as she discovered something.

“Why is that item here...?”

Following Jeanne’s gaze, I was also taken aback.

It was an artifact that I had once broken in the past.

‘The Flag of the Saints.’

A cursed relic stained with the blood of the saints.

This 'Flag of the Saints,' which was believed to have been lost in this world, was now astonishingly resting in the Kreuz Report.

However, Wolfram's answer to it was a simple "I don't know."

“I don’t know why it’s here. It might have been bought at an auction, found, or maybe even donated.”

It was a highly speculative answer. But that was the best Wolfram could offer.

“I don’t know what’s inside, nor how it ended up here. I don’t really want to know.”

Wolfram deliberately seemed uninterested in the contents of the report.

I had a vague idea of why.

‘Treasures bring trouble.’

There were too many items in the report to keep track of, and even if he didn’t know everything, Wolfram seemed content with his current life.

Wolfram’s decision might have been the wisest.

“There’s no time limit on staying here, but each person can only take one artifact. I hope you three find something you like.”

With that, Wolfram left, as if not intending to disturb us.

“This is going to be difficult to choose.”

“Yes, it will probably take a while.”

With so many artifacts, choosing just one was bound to trigger what’s known as ‘choice paralysis.’

It would probably take half a day just to browse through everything.

Wolfram, knowing this, had likely not imposed a time limit and stepped out.

‘At least the items are labeled.’

Each artifact had a brief description of its origins or properties, likely written by the person who placed it on the shelf.

It was in Greek, but due to the magic covering the entire report, I could vaguely understand it.

“Let’s each find something and meet at the entrance.”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

Jeanne and Vanesha scattered throughout the report to find their own artifacts.

‘As expected, she didn’t even glance at it.’

Jeanne passed right by the Flag of the Saints, an artifact she had once used, without even looking at it.

The Flag of the Saints granted abilities that could be called ‘miraculous,’ but it was a terrible cursed artifact that drained the user’s life, inevitably leading them to death.

Even without that, the flag likely held no good memories for Jeanne, so she probably didn’t want to look at it.

Jeanne began looking at sacred relics that emanated light magic, rather than focusing on weapons or other items.

Vanesha was also examining various things in her own way. She didn’t seem interested in weapons or armor either.

Given her personality, she didn’t like cumbersome weapons that could get in the way of her movement. She already carried scissors with her, after all.

Vanesha had even attached a scissor sheath to the inside of her skirt for easy access.

‘Maybe I should start looking too.’

I entered the maze-like aisles of shelves, filled with countless tempting relics, but I didn’t even stop to look at them. I already knew what I was going to take.

─I feel it from inside there.

Following Artemis’s guidance, I began moving in that direction. Soon, the seal on my hand began to respond.

Whooo─

The seal, resonating with Artemis’s relics, began to vibrate softly.

As I followed the faint moonlight spilling from the seal, I found various weapons displayed on the shelves.

Bows, spears, liras, arrows, swords, and even a chariot from the Greek era.

Whooo─ Whooo─

Each relic seemed to cry out, calling for attention as if begging to be taken.

“Are all of these Artemis’s items?”

─They were used by my followers.

Artemis’s followers were her ‘hunting party’ members, including nymphs and her worshipers.

While not apostles who made contracts with Artemis herself, they shared her essence, which was likely why the relics were responding like this.

I checked the relics responding to my seal one by one.

[The Sacred Moon of Iphigenia]

[The Bear Statue of Callisto]

[The Dryad’s Twig] frёewebηovel.cѳm

[Hippolyta’s Sky Chariot]

The Sacred Moon, Bear Statue, and Twig each had unique abilities.

The Sacred Moon enhanced abilities on the condition of a sacrifice, while the Bear Statue allowed one to command ‘bears.’

The Dryad’s Twig was a sacred relic that enhanced abilities in the forest.

‘They’re not bad, but the conditions are tough.’

The Sacred Moon required a sacrifice, while the Bear Statue was only useful against bears.

The Dryad’s Twig only worked in forests, and all of them had conditions that needed to be met for their effects to work.

[Hippolyta’s Sky Chariot]

─The artifact of Hippolyta, the son of Theseus and a follower of Artemis. It allows flight for a limited time and high-speed travel through ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) forests.

Summoning Mana: 15,000

‘This one seems more tempting.’

A chariot that flies through the sky... It sounded like an artifact full of romance.

‘But it doesn’t seem very practical.’

It would be fun to fly, but I wondered if it would actually be useful.

‘It’s even a two-seater.’

Judging logically, it seemed more like a novelty than something practical.

Just as I was deliberating on what artifact to choose, Artemis spoke again.

─Take that one.

I tilted my head at Artemis’s choice as she pointed to a small, plain bow.

I looked at the bow she had pointed out, and it didn’t seem special at all. Unlike the other relics, it had no description.

It didn’t even respond to my moon seal.

But...

─It’s my bow.

“!”

I stared at the plain wooden bow in surprise.

“Are you saying this is Artemis’s bow? But why isn’t it reacting to the seal?”

─It seems that in this world, ‘I’ am in a deep slumber.

Gods are immortal beings, but they don’t exist in the same form forever.

As time passes and their existence fades from memory, gods are reborn.

The goddess Gaia became the earth where life grows, Helios became the sun that illuminates everyone, Aeolus became the wind, and Poseidon became the sea.

Or, sometimes, they fall into an endless sleep.

That is the ‘end of the divine age.’

Giants were forgotten, heroes buried in the earth, and gods became mere stories told by humans.

In this age of humans, even Artemis seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Since Artemis’s essence was not felt in this world, it seemed like her mind had also fallen into slumber.

─When a god sleeps, their artifacts remain dormant until someone wakes them.

“So, this is why mythic-level artifacts aren’t discovered.”

Artifacts from the ‘divine age’ sleep alongside their gods, so it’s impossible to recognize whether they are mythic-level just by looking at them.

Even I, as Artemis’s apostle, didn’t realize this was Artemis’s bow until now.

I infused my magic into Artemis’s bow.

Then...

Whooo─

The plain-looking bow emitted a soft moonlight.

[Artemis’s Bow awakens.]

A status window appeared with the text.

[Artemis’s Bow, Goddess of the Moon]

[Artifact Level: Mythic]

[Pure Protection]

─Grants complete immunity to forced bindings and charm-related status effects.

Attack Power: 3500 ~ ???

Accuracy: +100%

*Artemis’s Bow is dormant.

*You can awaken the bow’s abilities through Artemis.

Pure Protection was an ability that granted complete immunity to anything that would cause ‘charm.’

Since Artemis symbolizes purity, this ability was fitting.

‘I guess the rest of the abilities need to be awakened.’

The note saying I needed Artemis to awaken the rest of the abilities made me wonder how that worked.

─You have obtained Artemis’s sacred relic.

─You are now able to enter the Moon’s Garden.

In that instant, a ripple spread, and the world twisted.

The scene of the report, filled with relics, shifted into a field bathed in moonlight.

In this world where only moonlight flowed, a woman gazed at me, her gentle smile like the moon.

With hair the color of autumn and blue eyes like the sky.

The woman with a soft, moon-like smile.

“It’s been a long time.”

It was Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon.