So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

47. Wheelchairs and Moving in Again - Part 2

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Pale wooden floors were the main feature in the large room that Dythos had loaned to him for an office. It was brightly lit and the perfect place for him to sit sorting through the papers that he had transferred over to the Wheat God's palace. From his desk he could see Dythos as he entered from the other side of the room struggling to carry in piles and piles of prayers stuffed into bags and boxes of various sizes.

He wasn't using the wheelchair today, he said that the cramp in his legs was feeling better and Elgaldir trusted him to know his own capabilities sufficiently to be able to ask for help if he needed it. The walker that they had returned from the hospital with was sitting still in it's box in the reception room he had placed it in.

Tonight, when he had some free time Elgaldir promised himself that he would finish putting it together for Dythos so that he could give it a test run.

The sheer amount of prayers that the Wheat God was dealing with was not a shock to Elgladir who had already seen the haphazard piles lying in various corridors and rooms throughout the palace.

Dythos had insisted that they were organised piles.

Despite that it looked more like a tornado had gone through a post office than a filing system. Touching the prayers of others was something very taboo and not something that he would have done without written permission but the sheer chaos of it was concerning him. Instead of having a go at Dythos for not tackling the prayers one at a time and therefore not making his home look like a paper recycling plant he decided to have a word with Elowen the Goddess of Carpentry.

Surely she would be able to come up with a practical storage solution.

Elowen had come very early in the morning, carrying a large measuring tape and an extensive design book for Dythos to choose from. It didn't take very long before she was back carrying the pieces that would become a bespoke storage space. Installing the extensive filing and cabinetry solution took a few hours.

When it was fully set up and Elowen had left the pair with a "I'll make you a matching desk to go with it." Dythos was finally able to begin sorting the prayers properly. There was space now for him to organise them neatly by believer. As he did so his strength seemed to come back to him, slowly bit by bit as if touching the paper was recharging him but Elgaldir knew it was the weight of his stress slowly leaving it's place around his shoulders.

Waking up to the nightmare that was the prayer back up in the Prayer Room was a horrifying thought. With that many, it was next to impossible to know where to start. Having somewhere to actually put them away without risking them getting further damaged meant that he could sort through them so much quicker.

After the walker was assembled, Dythos was able to move even faster, hanging bags of prayers from its handles and almost zooming along the corridors. Having something to lean on was doing him wonders.

Where before Dythos would have to take rests once he'd gathered the papers into the bags and boxes and once he'd transported them to the right room now he could do several trips without stopping at all.

Over the next few days the amount of time he spent sitting greatly reduced. Now he was able to spend a solid half hour at a time walking back and forth using the walker with the papers before needing to take a rest.

This was their routine for several days. The God of War would fulfil his paperwork duties, occasionally popping out to deal with things in the Human World that his juniors couldn't and the God of Wheat spent his time ferrying prayers to their respective drawers.