Episode 87. A requiem to this unholy man!!!
Frigga, the guardian deity of the empire, and the miscellaneous gods that exist beneath her.
Most people only know that much about the religions that exist in this world, and I also vaguely understood from the news I occasionally heard that the religious denominations other than Frigga had no power in the empire.
In such a situation, the denomination to which the denomination belongs is showing overwhelming growth to the extent that the cardinal himself has filed a complaint, and the reason for this is that the person claimed to be a saint by the denomination is receiving passionate support from the people.
“Everyone. Hello….”
And finally, the time has come to confirm whether it was right to place a demon in the place of a saint.
When prayer time arrived, Ja-seong took me to the prayer room and showed me a girl standing in front of the believers.
The only thing that has changed since then is the young Hangma, who still looks small and weak, wearing only a nun’s robe.
“I am Yu, the saint of the Order of Meter. Please take care of everyone…….”
“Ooooo!!!”
The shouts that erupted as soon as they encountered such a girl should have been called cheers, not jeers.
It is as if believers who are supposed to be pure reverence a girl who is truly considered an enemy of humanity.
“Yui niiiiim! Yui has finally appeared!”
“Yui is watching us!”
“You’re a saint! “I’m a saint!!”
The heat and noise happening at the scene, and on the other hand, a series of shouting that feels like madness.
The sight of my skin prickling just by hearing the sound felt similar to an idol concert full of passionate fans.
Although the common sense of prayer is to quietly look through the Bible.
“Hey, everyone. Well, it’s prayer time, but be quiet…….”
“Saint! You are our hope! “You are the light and salt of this world!”
“If there are countless followers of you in this world, one of them will be me, and if there is only one follower, it will be me!”
“Saint Yui! “You are our god and the reincarnation of Master Meter!”
No, well… Okay.
Sometimes the saint is treated as an actual avatar of God or a form that has descended to earth.
Considering that both idols and believers are idols, this cannot be seen as strange.
No matter how young you are, it is still strange to feel that way towards demons.
“Oooooh! “I love you, Yuiniyim!”
“…Love?”
When such a question arises, a question arises at some point.
Starting from that, the madness that covered the scene suddenly subsided, and soon all the believers began to focus their attention on one believer.
“Now you! “Did you mutter the word ‘love’ while looking at the saint!?”
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“You have such an ugly heart towards that small and delicate saint!”
“You blasphemous bastard!!”
Congregants hitting offending believers with the Bible in their hands.
With blood flowing through all the swear words and the sound of hitting flesh, I looked back at myself, who was calmly crossing his arms, and asked a question.
“Is it okay to do that?”
“It’s okay, legally, law books and the Bible are not recognized as weapons.”
No, I’m not talking about the law.
“Saint! “We caught a pedophile who dared to look at you with impure eyes!”
But no matter what my idiot situation is, they are only focused on what they want to do.
The believers who immediately knelt down on the believer who was covered in blood began to shout at the demon girl who was revered as a saint.
“You are a saint! “Please tell me directly from his own mouth how to punish this disgusting and dirty guy!!!!”
“My wife, what a punishment. I don’t know that…….”
“I’m sorry, I’m a saint!!”
A believer quickly bows his head in front of a trembling saint.
The force was so strong that the skin tore and blood flowed, but the man was still crying in sorrow as if he was truly repenting his sin.
“Even though I was a believer who dared to serve you, I often fantasized about stroking your cheeks and hair! “Please give me the punishment I deserve for putting my hand on the saint’s body, even if only in my imagination!”
“Yes, really? That’s okay….”
“Oh! “What a sincere apology!”
“But even so, it cannot be denied that there is impurity in one’s heart! Prove your repentance by being punished!”
“No, there is no way that a once-polluted heart can be purified through repentance!?”
“Then it is practice! “In case this person falls into hell, treat him strictly so that he can endure the fire of hell!”
Believers who ignore what is said and take control of the situation according to their own will.
While the young Hangma was at a loss as to what to do while looking at him, the believers who were in front of the blood-covered criminal began to bring heavy jars and place them in front of him.
“I will ask this question in front of Meter, who protects abundance and the family, and the saint who is her incarnation! “What is your name!?”
“I am Asei, a member of the Meter Church!”
“Good, Assey!” Are you ready to taste the fire of hell!?”
Congregants take out things from jars while listening to loud answers.
Pickled vegetables dripping with red water were called ‘kimchi’ in the world I lived in.
“Kaaa! Is this the spicy taste of the Hellfire Peninsula!?”
“Hold on!! Because the hell that the ungodly go to is filled with more painful things than that!!!”
“If you are going to fall into hell anyway, train yourself to be able to withstand the heat there! “Even if it’s just to give the unholy bastards there a taste of even more hell!!”
A sinner who starts to writhe after eating kimchi, and priests who spare no effort in encouraging or scolding him.
While he was staring blankly at the scene, Ja-seong, who was next to him with his arms crossed, spoke in a calm voice.
“It’s one of the specialties offered by our denomination. “I heard that the taste of hellfire is popular among practitioners in many ways?”
“Oh, yes.”
Using the experience of going on a food trip with me at that time, we also distributed rice to the slums.
But where did you get the cabbage used in kimchi?
Did they raid the barbarian garden again to make kimchi?
“With this, we have succeeded in purifying another impure person!”
“This is also possible because the saint is with us!”
“Oh, Saint Yui, today again you are sparing no effort in hunting down dirty beings!”
“No, I didn’t do anything…” ….”
“Everyone, don’t be afraid! “The saint is with us in our temple!!!”
Even after two years, a young dream horse seems to be having trouble adapting and doesn’t know what to do.
However, as if they were not concerned about such reactions, the hundreds of believers gathered in the meeting room were chanting slogans in unison.
“If you touch it, you will be put to death! Roll call from hell!”
“Your voice is small! Make it louder!”
“Purge! Let all the pedophiles in the world hear our requiem song!!!!”
A roar so strong that the space disappears.
The young demon, who encountered a scene of madness created by both faith and hatred toward pedophiles, soon became tired of the game and began to cry.
“Ugh! I don’t like this weird stuff anymore!!! Yasumo! “Please save me!!”
A girl’s tears that should never have flowed during a prayer time that should be sacred, and believers crying out in madness in front of them.
Ja-seong, who came across the scene, raised his thumb towards me and said, as if he was satisfied.
“How are you doing, little brother? “Just as I thought, many believers with strong faith gathered together, right?”
“Oh yes, it is not wrong to classify madness as faith.”
Is this also a struggle to adapt to this crazy world?
Confused Confused.
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Anyway, the fate of that young dream demon and the cult steeped in madness is up to one’s own self to decide.
In order to lift my curse, I followed my instincts and entered the ritual hall located in the basement of the cathedral.
“If it’s a curse placed by the Corpse Lord’s descendants, I think it would be good for us to help, too… ….”
“No, it’s been holding up well so far, so with a little help, you’ll be able to get it off right away. “I’ll be fine on my own, so you guys can just step away.”
“Yes, if you say so.”
Congregants bowing and leaving their seats one by one.
Afterwards, following the guidance of self, I laid down on the altar, and he took out a Bible and began to prepare for the ritual.
“Hyosung, you know very little about the god I serve, right?”
“Yeah what… …. “To begin with, I don’t know anything about religion except for Frigga.”
“Well, it hasn’t been long since I started making a name for myself. “I guess there’s a long way to go.”
Self-reflection that focuses on opening the Bible in your hand and following the contents with your eyes.
Although he had a boisterous and reckless personality, this moment of reading the Bible was very serious and weighty.
“To put it briefly… …. “Once upon a time, there was a kingdom as wealthy as an empire, and the Meter Church that I serve was the state religion until it was destroyed by an epidemic.”
“Is this the state religion of a fallen kingdom?”
“Yes, even at that time, it was just a simple wish for a good harvest and peace at home, but even when the country that supported the religious order collapsed, people who did not forget the teachings maintained that faith even after entering the empire.”
He does not have the ambition or power to stand above all gods like Frigga, the official religion of the empire, but he has maintained his reputation so far….
In a way, it may have been maintained because the ‘sensibilities familiar to small-town people’ such as good harvests and families were not forgotten in people’s minds.
On the contrary, in this failing world, there are probably more people who crave such simplicity rather than nobility or honor.
“And in this world, in some way, when your faith reaches the sky, you can create light by molding your heart. Like this.”
As soon as he finished praying, the slight light that appeared in his hands was divine power.
It is a panacea that treats all illnesses and wounds except hair loss, and it is a power that serves as an indicator of a person’s nobility.
I could tell just by encountering the warmth I felt from that light.
Even though what he does may be considered eccentric, it is also the result of following what he thought was right.
“Woo Hyo-seong, are you ready to lift the curse?”
He, who held such divine power in his hand, was ready to extend his hand containing light towards me, who was lying on the altar.
“Brother, can you really lift the curse?”
“Is there anything grand about Haeju? “It’s just a battle of whether the curse is stronger or my sacred power is stronger, so I guess we can push through with spirit.”
It was truly trustworthy.
I have never seen anyone with stronger spirit than this person in my life.
“Okay then, let’s go right away without wasting time!! “Pinch your stomach!!”
Of course, I am anxious, but given the trust I have in him, there is no point in giving up.
As I was concentrating my strength on my lower abdomen, thinking about accepting it for now, something that went up my spine began to whisper in my ear.
‘I can’t believe I’m giving up my curse. ‘Are you serious?’
Gorgon Zola.
The moment when the ‘cloned self’ left behind by that guy prepares to wield me like before.
‘It is not easy for humans to constantly exercise their will. But if you borrow my power, you will be able to consistently receive the driving force to satisfy your hunger.’
As I said, I cannot deny that because of this curse, I was able to achieve explosive growth over the past three months.
As long as we are human, no matter how earnest our goals are, it is inevitable that we will become distracted, satisfied with the present, and lazy.
A curse that steadily corrects a mind that may be weakened may be just what I need for my progress.
‘…I’m sorry, but my growth is up to me.’
But there is no such thing as unpaid favor in this world, and this guy is just trying to use me for his own benefit.
Even now that I’ve become aware of it, I couldn’t let a guy whose intentions were clearly visible do whatever he wants.
Especially because I am not the only one being swayed by this guy’s power.
‘Khahahaha! Yes, to the extent that I have remained conscious until now. If you have the same mental strength as you, you will definitely be able to do well even without my curse.’
While I was resisting the whispers with such confidence, the ready magnetic hand began to approach me.
I filled my hands with divine power to completely shake off these whispers from me.
‘But it seems like the child you’re with has different thoughts.’
The moment I felt something strange happening in my body.
I quickly opened my eyes and tried to suppress the power that was about to burst out of my body.
“Brother! Avoid it!”
But at that time, intense mana waves were already occurring in my body.
The magnetic body pushed by that force boom! As it crashed into the wall with a loud noise, I held my breath and looked at the being that had escaped from my body as I pushed it away.
-Why?
The faintly heard voice is something I have heard in my dreams.
But the inarticulateness that existed until now did not exist.
-Why are you trying to lift the curse?
In addition to my abilities, Gorgon Zola’s curse seems to accelerate that child’s mental growth.
“… Philroy.”
-Dad, you have to become stronger than you are now.
But growth is not always a good thing.
-Otherwise, I can’t kill my mom with my dad’s hands.
The whispers coming from the window along with the power surging were enough to make me realize it.