186 – 36. Proof
The proof ended like that.
At the same time as the proof of the former, or rather the self-proclaimed god, is over.
The proof of sainthood has also been completed.
“With this, he is nothing more than a self-proclaimed god, and cannot participate in the evaluation of the proof of Rafael Martina. Accordingly… I declare that the proof has ended with 3 in favor and 2 against.”
Originally, it was the Pope who was in charge of finalizing the proof, but even though I performed it on his behalf, nothing was said.
It was also natural. Because here I am now, a fortune teller who solved the greatest blasphemy of calling oneself a god.
I started this, so even if I finished it, no one would say anything.
So, after proving the self-proclaimed god, everyone except the saint, who bowed his head in exhaustion, aimed their weapons.
The guy was staring only at me with a face full of cracks.
＜……… hahahaha! Yes, yes. I have to do this to make it worth the experiment to make you…….＞
“It’s a failure.”
Have you cooled off in the meantime?
Unlike his furious attitude a moment ago, the former god seemed to have regained his senses and spoke softly.
Correction.
Thanks to my anger getting to the end, I seemed to have calmed down.
“Our God is omnipotent and omnipotent, and is not someone who cannot guess even a face-down card.”
The Pope responded to the former God’s sarcasm with a kind smile.
For a moment, a face full of cracks turned towards the Pope, but looking at it objectively, the Pope floating in the air, distorting the surroundings with , Was far more overwhelming than the former god.
As Cassandra and Squall were non-combat occupations, they only took out their weapons for self-defense, but that was enough.
‘Even though the saint’s proof was declared completed, there was no refutation.’
It must be some kind of surrender.
Perhaps he risked everything on the justification of helping to suppress the greatest blasphemy of calling himself a god, and on the appearance of a saint who would compete for power with the saint.
It was a truly snobbish thought, but it is helpful now.
“Namgoong Min, that unholy being is trying to escape.”
“…Eileen, can you stop that?”
“If I use the maximum amount of … Somehow?”
No matter how poor a ‘former’ god he is, he is still shackled by human creatures.
If you go 1-on-1 with those with the strongest world view, like Scarlett Redfield, the principal, or the Pope, won’t you lose?
‘Well, I started talking from the moment Ji Soo usurped his position.’
Considering that that bastard put Jisoo through a hard time, of course we should catch him here.
She shook her head towards Eileen, who seemed to be preparing for .
“Why…”
“It’s already not worth it to that guy.”
He is a guy who originally had no power and could not intervene in reality. The limit would have been to whisper the future to the emperor, principal, mediator, etc.
This is even more so in the ‘Proof Room’, a space he created that allows him to demonstrate his power to its fullest potential.
When I look at things so far objectively.
If everyone in the special job class is there, they will have a blast in subduing God.
‘More than anything, even if I grab your ankle, I don’t know if you can really grab it.’
No matter how much Eileen can recover the lifespan consumed by , It only goes so far as to prevent her from escaping.
I don’t know what will happen if that guy decides and struggles.
‘It’s worth a try since the Pope is there, but…….’
Honestly, it is also true that the most unbelievable thing is that I am reluctant because he is a crazy utilitarian.
I also realized that the former god is not a big threat, so I just need to seize the opportunity later and seize it.
There is no need to overdo it here.
It was right after I thought that.
“Get out.”
Oh, sh*t.
What is that guy?
“How dare this blasphemous bastard──”
.
Aileen’s next voice was not heard.
Before I knew it, he and I were not in the proving room, but in a fortune telling room filled with purple light.
＜…… !!＞
“A bastard named God is caught by this skill? It’s a bit pathetic.”
I did it because I was a bit angry, but…… I didn’t know this would really take a while.
In addition to being influenced by Eileen’s , God is weaker than you think.
‘This must have shattered my pride.’
It wasn’t enough that I was attacked by my job skills, and I couldn’t even resist .
I can’t stay there for long, even considering the Proof Room, where people will be confused by the sudden disappearance.
“Hey.”
“f*ck it all, and when I’m done with everything, I’ll go with the kids.”
──Please wait quietly.
Because that was the most arrogant declaration a former god had ever heard.
The guy and I looked at each other.
The culprit behind everything and the brother of the usurper.
Because they were unacceptable to each other.
*
The proof has been completed.
After my fellow sinner, or rather Namgoong Min, suddenly disappeared and returned with a fake god, I went down the Tower of Proof and was once again recognized as a
Saint.
The process is…… I still can’t quite remember.
Namgoong Min gives something to the Pope, Cassandra and Squall say something, citizens congratulate……
When I came to, I was sitting in the living room.
“W…Long…”
“Ah, I guess I’ve finally come to my senses.”
“…Eileen?”
“I’m a saint now. Well, there’s not much of a difference between Eileen and me anyway.”
Slurp.
Aileen, who was sipping tea with one leg crossed, looked upset.
…… Why?
“Can’t you see what you look like now?”
“I can’t see it.”
“The face is full of tear stains, dark circles, and fatigue and despair are clearly visible at a glance. Who was that… Anyway, it’s a shame that a female cardinal and non-believer faked it with . As soon as possible. “I just came here after the event.”
“Ah…….”
“In addition, you sat there in the same position for 3 hours. By the way, Namgoong Min, why…?”
“I am Namgoong Min.”
“Huh?”
“Where is the criminal comrade──”
Hung.
At that moment, Eileen’s fist passes in front of her nose.
So quickly that a body like this can’t even react.
“Wouldn’t you be careful what you say? I didn’t like it from last time… What kind of bullsh*t is that about Comrade Sinner?”
“…Ha, ha. That’s right. Something like a sinner…Wasn’t something like a sinner.”
“What?”
“……Eileen. There was no such thing as God. Someone like that should not be God…”
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── Or a .＞
I have never doubted the existence of God.
I thought there must be an omnipotent being who created the world and possesses a cursed fate for all saints and saints.
Because only then can the life of my brother, Raphael, be rewarded at least a little.
I wished there was some noble reason. There had to be a reason, such as to maintain the world or to save humanity.
At best, at best.
“Raphael… Is not something that can be called an ‘experiment for fun’!”
“……………….”
“How could you treat that child, my only brother, like that?”
Is that really God? Is there a being who can’t guess even one of Namgoong Min’s cards?
It must not be God. Those who talk about experiments should not wear them.
All I had to do was escape and praise the ‘real’ God.
The saint had already realized the reality.
“Aileen, I no longer believe in God.”
“……Hmm.”
“Isn’t it funny? I don’t believe in God, but someone who is called a saint disbelieves God… And there is no pain or sanction whatsoever. You should be suffering and hurting just like you did before you realized you were a saint. That’s natural.”
I remember the words of that being.
The saying that she was called a ‘saint’ or a ‘saint’.
That means.
“The profession of Was a lie from the beginning.”
“……….”
“Sons and daughters blessed by God… All of that was a lie. The whole idea of having to believe in God was also a lie.”
So, even the beliefs were all lies?
But what about Eileen? Didn’t things return to normal after finding ‘faith’?
What the hell is that?
“Well, this is just my story…But I still believe in God.”
“…Are you serious?”
“I hope you don’t get me wrong. What I trust is Namgoong Min, not the blasphemous as*shole I saw yesterday.”
“Yes?”
“Namgoong Min is my god, my everything, and the object of my faith.”
In Eileen’s words.
The saint seemed to have stopped thinking for a moment.
“…What is that?”
“You already noticed, right? Aileen and I like Namgoong Min as opposite s*xes.”
“Well, that’s just a human feeling! But that’s not it, you think of Namgoong Min like a god…!?”
“What’s wrong with that? He’s the one who took care of me and Aileen, cared for us, and saved us. Rather than a god who said he was omnipotent but couldn’t even save Aileen, wouldn’t Namgoong Min, who actually saved me, be the real god?”
It was a long talk, though.
There was only one point.
“In short, faith itself is necessary. Just as you have believed in God, I have been able to live by believing in Namgoong Min.”
“…Then what do I believe from now on?”
“Well…I think I already have it.”
“Yes?”
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That’s it.
What?
“……It’s almost time. The guests are coming, so I’ll get out of the way.”
“What do you mean? Customer?”
“You are the customer who is probably worried about you the most in the world right now. Don’t be oblivious.”
Aileen, who had been showing off her dislike, stands up from her seat.
She unconsciously got up after her, but the look in her eyes telling her to be quiet made her sit back down.
‘I’m a guest…’ … ?’
Who are you talking about?
Soon after, Eileen opens the door and goes out, and the door opens again.
Only then did the saint realize who the guest was.
“…Chloel?”
“Raphael!”
I even threw away the bouquet of flowers and fruit basket I brought with me.
In an instant, Cloël Martina ran to him and hugged the saint.
It was truly a big and warm embrace.
It could even cover up ugly tear stains.
…… So warm embrace.