So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

55. And the Historians Will Say They Were 'Just Friends'

55

Down in the Mortal Realm, humans were arguing.

That might not be very surprising to many but to put it more specifically the archaeologists standing in the entry room of Dythos' temple were arguing over the meaning of the painting they had discovered.

The frieze in question was very delicately being dried with specialist sponges and cloths to ensure the paint wasn't further damaged. A specialist had been called to gently peel away the moss that was growing over the depiction of the second character in the hope that there was still paint underneath it that could possibly be saved if it was removed whilst it was still wet. Scraping off dried moss was sure to make whatever lay beneath disintegrate.

It was highly likely that it was damaged to the point where there wasn't any paint left underneath, that it was entirely gone but whilst there was still some hope that the depiction could be stabilised they were willing to put the effort into doing so.

Whatever could be saved would be vital for trying to figure out who this mysterious being was. So far all that could really be seen was one of their hands which was tightly holding the hand of the undamaged painting beside it. Any little detail was going to be studied from the colour of their clothes to the style of the shoes they were wearing.

The mysterious other person was something they were very interested in. It was rare to see depictions of more than one deity at a temple unless the beliefs around them were highly entangled.

If the second deity was someone that still had a following they may be able to learn something about the one this temple was dedicated to through the beliefs attached to the other. Even if the mutual belief hadn't survived intact in the second religion for this long, there might be some crumbs of who this person was.

The juniors escaped the arguments of their seniors in the entry of the temple and began milling around the place, looking at the other paintings that the senior members had so far ignored. They were spoiled for choice as almost every inch of the room had some sort of painting or decorative carving. Those that were small tended to be of wheat and bread tied in intricate knots or covered in delicate patterns.

Here and there, there were depictions of the unknown God digging holes, putting bread into a hole, planting wheat, harvesting it, giving it to people and of two people standing side by side balancing a highly decorative bread on the top of their joined hands.

There was another depiction of the same two people offering that same bread to the god who was smiling down on them from the top of a haystack holding a doll made of wheat straw. A doll that was then later exchanged for the bread and the two people held with smiles on their faces.

This was a temple to a very obviously highly loved god. Everything in the temple was expensive either because of the materials or the hours it would have taken many very highly talented craftsmen to complete. You didn't spend this amount of time and money in an agricultural society without good reason to.

If the paintings, architecture and fancy tiling didn't give you that impression, then the statue of the yet unnamed god that stood in the middle of the room should. It looked like it should be breathing it was so lifelike. The folds in it's clothing were hanging so perfectly that you could imagine the weight of the cloth.

At the base of the statue the archaeology juniors found a thick layer of coloured dust like particles. It was a different colour that the statue, any of the tiles that it stood upon or the dirt and debris that they had dug through to get here. Several people took samples that they could take back and analyse later. It seemed like it was likely to be the remains of paint that had once covered the stone but that had been all but lost to the ravages of time.