So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

32. Moonlight Meeting

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Under the light of the full moon Elgaldir was using all the sneaking skills he had learned as a martial god to get into the palace of the Wheat God unseen. He wasn't known for his ability to scale walls but it did come with the territory of his position so... no-one could call him terrible at it either.

Elgaldir had been warned by multiple deities at this point, specifically to stay away from Dythos but Mother Willow had told him he needed to be here tonight. Her predictions were never wrong and that was the driving force helping him to overcome his own fear of seeing Dyrthos again.

However, she probably hadn't envisaged his method of gaining access to the property at the time. Right now he was attempting to shimmy over a wall covered in a thick layer of flowering vines. If anyone saw him right now they would probably die of laughter.

Drulvenus had ensured that the front gates to the palace were manned by guards all hours of the day and night ostensibly to keep out sightseers and keep Dythos safe but Elgaldir knew it was to keep him away. Not that they were going to stop him from getting in tonight.

He knew where the secret entrance was and they didn't.

In the past, on nights when Dythos and Elgaldir had both wanted to sneak out and go look at the stars in Mother Willow's garden or go sit in one of the lower city bars the secret entrance was the way they had taken. Going out that way meant that no-one could see them and neither of them would get waylaid with paperwork that everyone said needed to be filled out right that second but could actually have waited three weeks.

Dythos and the Goddess of Motherhood were neighbours and between the two palaces was a narrow alley capped by a tall wall covered in flowering vines that no-one had bothered maintaining. Right now the small space was filled with knee high weeds but there had been pleasant and tasteful mosaic flooring four thousand years ago before it had been walled off. At the point where the two palace walls bisected there was a hidden door that led into the palace of the Wheat God. It was masked on either side by the trailing tendrils and flowers of a white clematis.

It took some time to find the door. The plant had grown so thickly over it now that it had sat unused for so long a time that it had needed a considerably powerful shoulder shove from Elgaldir to open. Lack of use had rusted the hinges and Elgaldir had, had to pull away a few strands of clematis that were impeding its opening.

Once he squeezed his sizable bulk through the door, which he could have sworn was larger the last time he had done so, Elgaldoir hid behind a camellia bush. There were so many to choose from that it was easy to find one large enough to hide him. He waited there for a few minutes to ensure that there weren't any guards in the side courtyard and that he had not been noticed slipping in through a heavily creaking door.

He didn't want to deal with Olris tonight.

He didn't want to deal with anyone that reported to Olris either.

What he was doing right now wasn't exactly something that was going to be easily explainable. It would probably lead to rumours floating around that neither he nor Dythos needed.

'Ah yes officer I sneaked in through a secret door only the occupant (who I murdered in a blood rage) and I knew in the middle of the night because an ancient tree spirit told me to, via a prophecy.' That would definitely go down well and there would definitely not be any more questioning about it at all, ever. Nope.

The side garden was located shockingly at the right side of the palace and was lit by delicate copper and yellow glass lanterns that hung from equally delicate looking hooks positioned among the camellias. A gentle breeze swung them from side to side causing the light that they emitted to swing along with it. The sighing of the wind and the creaking of the lanterns wasn't enough to cover the faint sound of crying that he could hear coming from somewhere nearby.