109. Martyrs, murderers and demagogues
I’d heard rumors about the cathedral in Bati’an several times. It is a building steeped in centuries-old history and tradition, and the blood and tears of countless saints.
Although it was actually painted white, the yellow stains and stains visible in every corner of the building were telling us that they had not lived their lives quietly on their knees and bowed their heads to God.
‘I’ve heard that even with the royal family, the battle between the eyes is quite strong.’
It’s me, since I’ve only lived in the forest of the Demon World, I couldn’t judge something because I was totally ignorant about the political part.
To be honest, I wondered if it was necessary to struggle with religion and politics, the will of God.
Each has a different use and disposition, but they fight with it.
Watching this scene reminded me of a story I heard from Senior Aldfrick in the 4th grade when I was doing a play in the past.
I heard that theater actors and singers secretly compare each other and have a rivalry.
At the time, what did I mean by that?
The difference between a play and a song was indisputable.
If I had to argue about something similar, I would say that both have an audience in front of them, but aren’t the points of impression given to the audience, their roles, and the atmosphere itself completely different?
Even so, Aldfrik shrugged his shoulders and replied that, despite the differences between actors and singers, they see each other as rivals in a broad framework.
‘What’s different about this.’
Why are they trying to fight in the same ring even though Phrygia is not a theocracy like the Yongin, and the kingdom’s politics and religion are completely different parts?
Well, how would a Sherpa who rummage through the forest know the thoughts of the high-ranking people?
Without thinking too hard, I told Michaela my honest impression of the cathedral I had never seen before.
“What is that?”
At first I thought it was a banner hanging over the cathedral, but in reality it was a pure white drawing paper with nothing on it.
Michaela narrowed her eyes and explained with a slight smile.
“The screen is a newly introduced device. There, on voting day, candidates for saints will be in Batian for a month, proclaiming to the citizens what they have learned and their attitude as saints.”
“Hoo.”
“In the past, there was a huge platform in front of the cathedral, but it took time to construct, and it was said that it changed like this because there are times when believers in other gods act radically.”
If this was done, the saintess candidates could safely sit down and shout how well they fit for a saintess.
“In addition to the cathedral, it is said that screens will be installed in about 17 buildings for the election of saints. Citizens can see it wherever they are.”
‘Yeah.’
I didn’t know about this, but I thought that even 10 years ago, it was technically more advanced than I thought. I, who came to see the world 10 years later, admired the technology of 10 years ago.
I felt a little bit weird.
“By the way, will Miss Dyna be okay?”
“Yes, there is an accommodation nearby, so there is nothing to worry about.”
Michaela, as if uneasy about something, keeps glancing at the corner of the road where Dina noona left.
Eventually, he succeeded in sending his tired older sister to the hotel where the academy students were staying.
The moment I was about to enter the cathedral while looking at the screen curiously.
The screen lights up with a noise that sounds like picking your ears. I never thought I’d see it work so fast.
“Archbishop?”
Now, without the saintess, an elderly man called the archbishop, who can be called the highest authority in the cathedral.
He crossed his sign once and opened his mouth in a pitiful voice.
“I have something to tell you about the election of the saintess this time.”
“Hmm?”
People started to flock in an instant, but luckily I was able to watch in the first row with Michaela because it was the timing to enter the cathedral.
“Unfortunately, I would like to inform you that today, out of the seven candidates for saints, two candidates for saints have stepped down.”
Citizens screaming in an instant.
Citizens shouted to find out what the hell this was all about, or what god she worshiped.
‘Real time?’
Hearing the commotion outside, the Archbishop quickly revealed the two nuns to put the people to sleep.
“Two nuns serving the goddess Demeter and the god Helios.”
Both gods are gods that many people believe in, so the resentment to reveal the reason began to spread like a wave in an instant.
I couldn’t shake the thought that it was a very unnatural situation. Citizens act harshly as if they had practiced.
“……”
Mikaela was muttering something with her head bowed beside her.
I tried to ask what you were doing, but the archbishop’s remarks continued.
“Originally, I was going to end it here, but as an archbishop serving a god, I felt that we should not simply remain silent for the sake of Bhatian’s justice.”
The archbishop with a benevolent impression slams the desk roughly and shouts.
“everyone! In fact, the nun of the goddess Demeter was murdered. To a beast in human disguise, saying that it also serves the sun god!”
A commotion spreads louder than ever.
Even on the screen, he could see him shaking as if trying to stop the archbishop, but he did not stop and continued to open his mouth.
“Lucia Bright! A nun who serves Helios! A woman who was even nominated for a saint! How could you do such an immoral and outrageous act! Did you covet the position of a saint so much!”
“Lord, Bishop!”
“Now she is on the run. Citizens need your help! That dirty killer! A mean witch with seven packs of blood in the place of a saint! Please make sure to catch it!”
The video ended with the archbishop’s cry. It was a white screen that floated up as if nothing had happened, but people were screaming as if Lucia Bright’s face was floating there.
“A mace to the wicked witch!”
“Death to the murderer who insulted the name of the sun god!”
“God has no mercy on murderers!”
Mikaela slowly raised her head as if she had come to her senses amid the abusive language towards Lucia Bright.
“It’s news that really brings tears to my eyes.”
The transparent nun’s tears overlapped her pink eyes, reminiscent of a pale ruby. It contained a noble beauty that would cost a lot of money to buy it even if it was filled with tears and taken to the jeweler.
back.
I reached out and grabbed her cheek with my thumb and index finger and snatched it. The engraving on the lips and tongue that naturally opens like a crucian carp.
“Huh?”
I said to Michaela, who looked up at me with an expression that she had never imagined such a situation itself, in a voice that did not contain any emotions.
“You just broke up.”
He bowed his head and covered his mouth with his hand.
I watched him forcibly holding back the laughter that leaked out while giggling. Are you joking around?
“Did you think that if you joke around with the tears you shed because you laughed so much, it would work?”
“Hey, Iguo!”
Michaela struggled to let it go, but no matter how much she twisted her body, she couldn’t escape my grip.
On the contrary, when we started to press a little harder, pink light flowed from her imprint, and the citizens around us turned their eyes to us with expressions that seemed like they were fighting with swords.
“As expected, you instigated people with that imprint?”
From the moment she lowered her head and started muttering, I saw with my own two eyes the reaction of the citizens intensifying.
Even the archbishop’s excitement in the middle of it, I doubted whether this woman was manipulating it.
“What are you!”
“What are you doing to Sister!”
“Take it off! Come on, take it off!”
Even if I was brainwashed, the citizens were naturally angry with me, not moving like puppets, perhaps to the extent of slightly twisting the person’s cognition rather than complete coercion.
If I hadn’t seen the imprint permeate, I would have believed it.
‘I used this method to become a saint in my previous life.’
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Judging from what she was doing now, it seemed highly likely that all the rumors about her good karma that had flowed into the demonic forest were all false.
Although it was not impossible that she would change into a truly good person 10 years after becoming a saint.
‘Usually, people who can manipulate others in this way will never be able to escape from that power.’
After all, you can control it according to your own taste, so why do you need to watch people or force yourself to do good things?
I can’t give you dog habit. After Michaela became a saint, it was obvious that she would use this ability more intensely.
People were clinging to me and trying to get me off somehow, but I still looked down at Michaela without moving.
I was trying to find out what she was thinking or what her purpose was.
“under.”
This time, I had no choice but to admit it.
Even though her tail was being trampled on like this, Michaela was staring at me with eyes completely unaware of her own fault, as if to tear me to death.
Of course, I didn’t mean to put pressure on him, but I had to admit that he was just one thing.
‘Let’s talk about Michaela’s ability right now.’
The public, who are already affected by their abilities, will close their eyes and ears and throw the eggs and milk they were going to eat for breakfast this morning at me.
“I’m lucky, the next time something like this happens, I’ll get my tongue pulled out.”
As soon as she let go of her hand, Michaela caressed both of her cheeks and shouted in a hysterical voice as if she had lost a note while playing an instrument.
“Ignorant countryman, I will make you die at the feet of the goddess Aphrodite, seeking the love of a thousand years.”
Michaela just goes inside the cathedral, completely ignoring the citizens’ concerns about whether she’s okay.
Then, the people who had been arguing with the atmosphere that they had to be crucified until now began to become silent as if they had sprinkled cold water.