Episode. 29 Lanterns in the royal capital (2)
what is god
This is a question that has been asked many times already by nobles.
However, it was the first time that I asked what it was because of ‘me’.
“… … .”
The gaze of the Marquis, who had shaken off the demonic energy, turned to me.
What should I answer?
In my heart, I wanted to say, ‘There is no God for me’.
Since I am a god, there was no way there was another god.
“What did the Marquis think of God?”
I know that the Marquis of Trantis has always had doubts about God.
That he went beyond a believer and became an evangelist meant that he had attained some progressive realization.
“The God I thought was… … .”
The Marquis rubbed his chin.
His eyes narrowed slightly as if he was organizing his thoughts.
“… … I think everyone has a god or a hor.”
What the heck is this?
I looked at the Marquis, intending to continue speaking.
“I felt it when I saw the Holy Son and the followers of Horgyo. They are on the same land and under the same sky, so why are they different from us?”
The eyes of the followers were focused on the Marquis.
“If there is a great and omnipotent being called God, we should have been saved along with you. However, in the madness of the sword, we became sharply separated. Those without faith were afraid, and those with faith were holding on. Didn’t the Holy Son always say that? Faith is the key.”
“Yes.”
“I also came to understand a little bit of that word.”
He tapped his chest with his wrinkled hand.
The sufficiency felt in those small movements belonged to those who had overcome all worries.
“I didn’t believe in God because there is a God. It is because I believe in it.”
Pen holders tend to make things difficult.
The devotees who had been listening attentively tilted their heads.
It was something I did not understand easily.
Still, I had to pretend I understood.
Isn’t his name a saint?
“As expected, those with high academic sophistication seem to be different. As the Marquis said, Hor exists by faith.”
“Oh, oh! Does the Holy Son think so too!”
The Marquis was excited like a child at my reply.
Rather than simply being acknowledged for his thoughts, he seemed more than happy to have a companion.
“Saint. I believe that Hor is the wish or fulfillment born of lack. Those who believe in Hor will push to the end and achieve it, while those who do not believe will choose to give up in the face of hardship. Isn’t it?”
I looked at him with sparkling eyes.
Listening to the story, the Marquis established a more philosophical and enterprising idea than I thought.
I glanced around.
At the words of the Marquis, the followers had faces like scholars who had realized the truth.
I couldn’t just pour cold water on them.
“Yeah, that’s right. Horror actually exists in everyone.”
“As expected, he is a saint! This is truly the doctrine of Horrism!”
What is the true doctrine?
I’ve never seriously considered anything like that.
It was just that the doctrine that I decided after thinking about how to believe in God was ‘faith brings salvation’.
“Saint! Would you mind making time for a discourse with me!”
The marquise’s mouth, once opened, did not close easily.
Recognize that your wish is Horror, and believe that it will be fulfilled and continue to act.
That’s faith –
In this way, to define the theory that the Marquis spat and preached, it would have to be named the theory of hope.
‘What should I do with this?’
Should that be corrected because it is a false belief, or should I just leave it alone?
If I leave it as it is, the theory of hope will be recognized as the doctrine of Horrism.
Looking at the expressions of the evangelists around me, I was convinced that it was so.
But I also thought it wasn’t too bad.
Hor is actually me, but I am not omniscient at all.
Compared to the looming problems and mounting responsibilities, my strength was insignificant.
That’s why I was even more attracted to the theory of Marquis Trantis.
Hope theory places responsibility on each person.
In doing so, it was an enterprising theory that seeks individual development.
God is not responsible for the fulfillment of wishes.
Everything depends on the actor’s faith and effort.
I know it’s a false belief, at least in this world, but I didn’t want to deny it with my mouth.
Maybe I should call it my own escape.
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Nobles of Varen.
Those who were given the mission of evangelists began to ignite the fire of evangelism in earnest.
He gathered 100 people who had been selected in advance and preached the doctrine of Hor, and selected 10 people from among them and put on armbands.
Saaa-
Those who saw the light of the Marquis of Trantis accepted Horgyo fairly easily.
The nine aristocrats, who had a lot of doubts, burst into laughter, saying that now they have no choice but to believe.
The doubts that had been holding him back until the end were resolved through Marquis Trantis.
“What we earnestly desire is Hor.”
“If that’s the case… … .”
In particular, the theory of hope greatly reduced the rejection of religion.
There was a big difference from not bringing in things from the outside, but recognizing God in their hearts.
Believe that your wishes will come true, act, and dream of a better life-
Baren is sick now.
It was a time when slogans that promoted hopeful motivation were needed more than ever.
Now that the embers of Hor have been ignited, faith is the only wealth of the desperate.
“What is our hor!”
“It is to inform the people of God!”
Hundreds of prospective believers shouted vigorously.
“Look at this light!”
The Marquis of Trantis stepped in front of them and lit a halo.
“This is the miracle of Hor… … !”
The force emanating from her old body resembled that of Mary giving a one-long speech.
“Baren is in great need. This is an opportunity, not a crisis, because we can serve Hor with one wish!”
Wow-!
The day after another week had passed since Richard’s training ended.
Finally, all preparations were completed.
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Whiing-
A desolate wind blew in the royal capital.
The faces of the people walking around the streets were gloomy, and their eyes were dirty.
It was the same for young children who only knew that the world was bright.
‘The ally Prot Kingdom has already built a defense line.’
‘Already, other countries thought that Baren was not a country.’
All he hears is word of mouth as dark as Magi.
Some had high hopes for Richard’s visit to the royal capital, saying that Battenberg had not given up on Baren, but a few weeks later soon turned into disappointment.
They said it was stupid, and that they only came to see the kingdom in ruins.
“This country is over. You must hurry up and get ready to leave!”
“sh*t! Where can we go! Everyone said they were Mine or something, and locked the door!”
Kingdom of Baren.
It used to be the shield of the North Continent, but now half of it has been ripped off and it is a bunch of worn-out scrap metal.
There was no hope for them.
Despair over what the fate of their country would lead to was seething.
It was then.
The castle gates burst open.
In the meantime, soldiers poured out.
what else do you mean
The people put on a look of anxiety.
Then, soon, his eyes widened.
[On a dark and cloudy day]
[Hor heats the lamp and distributes the heat]
A group of people appeared from the open castle gate, hearing the words of a song in their ears.
Those with cross-patterned collars and faces burning with a sense of duty.
There were nobles, soldiers, and even an attendant.
But now, he covered the difference in status by wearing a white cloak.
[Tell us]
[He said to be a torch for the people shivering in the cold]
A choir composed of one evangelist, nine believers, and one hundred believers sang.
The words of the song, similar to the chanting, spread widely with a sacred energy.
“Ahhh… … .”
People cried out.
It was warmth that was more precious than a thousand gold to those who were weary and exhausted.
[The tribulation has come]
[Realize through this torch]
[What did Hor, who dwells in you, say?]
[You prove it for yourself]
[Hor will be proven for you]
[What is our hope?]
The choir, which sang a brilliant song, soon moved on.
The people who opened the way, startled by the warm torches, followed again.
rumbling-
Without even knowing that tears were flowing from my eyes.
[Light the torch on the peace of Baren]
[Warmth to Baren’s prosperity]
[Soon to sprout]
The number of people following the footsteps of the hymns continued to increase.
It was because I wanted to get a little more light.
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“… … .”
The king looked down at the royal capital from the royal castle.
The choir led by the haloed Marquis of Trantis was moving forward.
They will make a circuit around the royal capital.
They said they would share their warmth.
“after… … .”
The choir had moved far away, but the afterglow of their passing was still there.
The king closed his eyes and listened.
A song filled with earnest wishes is heard.
I couldn’t tell if my beating heart was because of fear for the future or because of anticipation.
If one thing is certain though,
The smiles of the people he hadn’t seen in a long time were very beautiful.
“Hor… … .”
The Marquis of Trantis, who called Richard a fool and called Hoor religion a mere agitation.
He was now at the head of the choir, singing with a decrepit throat.
The king laughed blankly.
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Opposition aristocrats who changed their stance like flipping the palm of your hand.
Who will curse them for not having any backbone?
At least in Baren, there was no one like that.
He believed in the intelligence of the nobles, and they judged the Hoor religion to be beneficial.
That was all.
Rather, thanks to that, the king’s confidence in Horgyo stood.
“Did I say that there is a hor in me too?”
The king put his hands together.
Following the hymn that shimmered in my ear, I repeated it in my mind.
[Hor works miracles]
[You bask in the light with abundance]
[I will laugh safely there]
That moment.
The sky, which had been darkened by demonic air, cleared.
The dark curtain was lifted and countless beams of light were revealed.
Brilliant light poured into the royal capital.
“her… … .”
Everyone opened their mouths and looked up at the sky.
“It is miraculous… … .”
“The Miracle of Hor!”
How long will it take to see the new blue sky?
There were more tears in the eyes of the people than there were streams of light pouring down.