After walking for a while while listening to Trevor’s story, we arrived at the secret room located in the deepest part of the Great Hall.
Like any facility in Seongguk, it is a pure white space. Candlesticks placed at regular intervals along the wall and candles lit over them. If you look a little closer, there is a shallow spring large enough to fit one person in the middle of the secret room.
A space that exudes a reverent atmosphere throughout.
‘Here… .’
You can hear the voices of the gods.
Vera, thinking of him, suddenly felt a small ripple inside him.
It is not yet clear how they communicate, but if the communication is two-way, there is something I want to ask God if it is allowed to bite the people around me.
‘Why me?’
why did you choose me why did you take off the stigmata Is it your will to bring me back? If so, why did you return it?
It was vaguely conjectured that God had brought him back to save her, but even that was not certain, so it was a question that arose.
Vera’s gaze turned to Sam.
A spring with no patterns or decorations, it looks like it was just dug in the bottom and filled with water.
As Vera continued to contemplate for a long time looking at him, Trevor continued.
“Do you think we were the first to come?”
“It seems so.”
“Hmm… I want to know when you will come.”
Trevor’s horse with his arms crossed. The moment he was about to tell him that Vera would be coming soon.
Kick-.
The door to the closet opened.
“I have come.”
“I came too.”
were twins
Vera and Trevo’s eyes turned to the twins at the roaring voice that resonated throughout the back room.
The twins caught that gaze, and muttered with a somewhat gloomy expression.
“Someone came first… .”
“Not number one… .”
“… did you come?”
Vera saluted the twins, exhaling a small breath, and looking away from them.
… Thoughts ran away It was because of the way he spoke that made him burst out.
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Over the past week, while we’ve been working on the hut together, we’ve gotten a little closer, but that tone was the kind of thing Vera couldn’t get used to.
“Congratulations on the revelation of Vera.”
“I congratulate you too.”
“… Thank you.”
Vera, who didn’t want to talk long, shut his mouth.
Immediately after, there was silence and an awkward atmosphere in the space, and Trevor, who had been smiling until then, spat out a question to the twins.
“You had a hard time coming here. Are you doing well?”
“I kept it. I worked hard. But it is hot.”
“I kept it. But I sweat.”
“Haha, it’s going to be quite hot. You are not even in the shade.”
“That’s not going to happen. You must keep the gates.”
“I decided to work hard.”
Vera felt compelled to stop deaf to the ensuing conversation. Is there something in common between monsters? The conversation showed no sign of slowing down.
Naturally, Vera’s expression frowned, and as soon as the thought came to mind that anyone should come quickly, the door to the back room opened again.
Vera turned his head at the sound of a ‘squeak’ and saw a middle-aged man in a white robe at the end of his gaze.
It was the first time he had seen him, but Vera knew immediately who he was.
It was natural. Among those who decided to come here today, there is only one person whose face he does not know.
‘Apostle of India.’
Maybe it’s him.
As soon as I saw it, I had the impression that it was sloppy. His discolored blonde hair had been sparsely grown, and his beard was messy because he had not been groomed. The gait of walking while yawning ‘chuckle’ was similar to that of a drunkard.
Vera contemplated the impression, and nodded, convincing at a glance.
‘It’s not normal either.’
Norn’s reaction was roughly what I expected, but it’s no different. Impression is not good at all.
It was an impression that reminded him of a regular at the gambling house he ran in his previous life, rather than a breakout from the new world that was in charge of the revelation.
“Oh my gosh, why are you all so diligent? You must be sorry for this man who came late.”
“Oh, are you here?”
“Aigoo-sensei, how are you?”
“It’s always the same. Oh, Vera. This is the one who will preside over today’s revelation… .”
“It’s Rohan.”
The words that come in after interrupting Trevor. The Apostle of India, Rohan, who spoke these words, approached Vera and continued with a smirk.
“Is this gloomy little boy the apostle of the covenant? God, how old are you?”
“… fourteen. This is Vera.”
“Ouch! It’s just a time when it’s going to be hot. This guy is nice, can you introduce me to him? You can’t go there at your age, but… Can this uncle come in if he speaks well? Well, are you going?”
Lohan’s fist thrust into Vera, followed by a wiggle of thumb sticking out between the index and middle fingers of the fist.
Vera immediately realized what that meant, and answered with a frown.
“… it’s okay.”
“yes? Aww, that’s not fun.”
It’s not a good idea to laugh and talk. Vera unknowingly felt his fists clenched and bit his teeth.
Rohan put a sly smile on his face at the sight, and then continued talking to the twins.
“Or will our twins go?”
“I am ashamed. That is bad.”
“I am good. I am good at it.”
“Ouch, yes! My brother Marek is hot! huh? And you Craig! I am the apostle of India, the apostle of India! All~ Our girls are doing this to lead them to heaven, but what’s wrong with that!”
In the conversation that followed, Vera looked at them with a face of disgust.
Rohan smiles cheerfully. Marek blushing and Craig with a depressed expression. Trevo looks at him and smiles.
Even thinking about cancer was harmful to humans.
Again, Vera began to feel that he should never have a saint near them.
Isn’t it? Even though she was such a good-natured woman, what she did was so bizarre, could the cause be other than those humans?
Vera’s head shook as he continued his thoughts.
His responsibility was heavy.
*
Bargo arrived in the secret room while Rohan’s Japanese speech was in full swing.
“So this uncle… . Oh, are you here?”
“Okay, when are you planning to grow up?”
“Uh-huh… .”
As Bargo licked his tongue and shed Rohan, Rohan started crawling with a sullen expression.
The twins made hard faces. Going to Trevor, he started hiding behind the twins.
The atmosphere changes in an instant.
Vera smirked as soon as Bargo appeared and saw those gentlemen becoming calm, then bowed his head toward Bargo.
“Are you here?”
“Yeah, you must have worked hard to eat in the pasture, you got fat on your face.”
At first glance, a word that sounds like sarcasm. A slight force entered Vera’s fist.
“… Yes, thanks to that, I am not starving.”
There was a tingling and burning sensation as he spoke, but Vera held him back.
It was because Bargo was managing all the food and equipment that fell in front of him.
I didn’t like the old man, but I had to match it.
Wouldn’t it be a problem if that old man’s rations were reduced by eating so much at a time when he had to increase his weight?
As the thoughts continued, Bargo, who looked at Vera with his head bowed, smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, eat well and try your best to pay for your meals.”
“… Yes.”
Vera’s head sank once more.
Shortly thereafter, Bargo, who was having a conversation with Vera, turned his head toward Rohan and continued.
“Is the ceremony ready?”
“uh… .”
Rohan made a confused expression.
“Ugh… I was glad to see my younger brothers after a long time, so I forgot… Are you?”
“Twitch, you ugly bastard.”
“Uh-huh… .”
Rohan’s cringing got worse.
“Hey, I’ll do it right away!”
“Do it quickly. My back hurts and it’s hard to stand for long periods of time.”
“yep!”
… Were you not prepared for that?
I wonder what confidence he was doing, as a smirk escaped Vera’s mouth.
“Yeah, I heard you work hard in that hut. How are you doing?”
Bargo’s question continued.
Vera realized that Bargo’s question was about his sacral practice, looked straight at Bargo and continued.
“Yes, form and righteousness. I have it all.”
A smile appeared on Vera’s lips.
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Of course, he did it in anticipation of the surprised Bargo’s face.
“You must have done very well.”
What came back was a mocking joke.
Again, a rage swelled in Vera.
“… It’s clearly captured. It’s not the form of a sword, but it was formed by processing the law and engraving the power in the space, and it contains the will to overcome one’s own weaknesses through him. We also raised the level of completeness to a sufficiently practical level.”
“What does that have to do with the guard’s sword? Who told you to practice holy art? How on earth did you accept the words I told you not to cut like that?”
flinch.
Vera’s body trembled at the words spoken. Confusion began to appear on his face.
Looking back… It was.
Form and meaning were words that Bargo said while pinching his sword, which was drunk with aggression.
The story of divine art… .
‘… I never did.’
Upon realizing him, Vera’s face shone with bewilderment.
His gaze naturally turned to Trevor.
It was natural. Wasn’t Trevo the one who explained this?
Vera spilled Trevor hiding behind the twins to indicate what had happened, and Trevo scratched the back of his head and tilted his head.
bewildered expression. Besides, it was a look of embarrassment.
Vera was able to realize several facts through that expression.
Trevor talked about things he didn’t know well, like an expert. He fell in love with it and followed those words that he couldn’t eat properly all week.
… In conclusion, it is true that we have learned a new way to use the divine. It is true that it was a meaningful time.
However, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being deceived.
Vera groaned inwardly, glaring at Trevo and swearing.
‘This bastard!’
Wasn’t he a cheater, not a madman? Vera, who is furious from the inside, looks at Gri Trevo.
“Ew, twitch. There is no one worth writing about.”
Bargo’s sarcasm continued.
Awkward-.
A tendon bulged over Vera’s clenched fist.
*
“Ready!”
It was Rohan’s words. The atmosphere that had been gloomy all over was broken at those words.
Vera lifted his head and looked behind Rohan, Sam.
There were no tributes or other objects placed there.
If it is different from before.
‘Beopjin.’
Above the spring, an indigo-colored divinity was spread, making a recipe.
It was Jin using the Holy Method.
Perhaps a gin needed to communicate with the god world. While Vera’s gaze was fixed on the gin, Rohan’s voice continued.
“Then can we begin?”
“Okay, let’s get started.”
“yep! Come here little one.”
Vera nodded as he called out to him and turned to the fountain.
“What can I do?”
“You have to be still. When I activate the spell, a revelation will rise above the fountain. You just have to read it aloud.”
Is it like that?
Vera realized that the correspondence was one-way, not two-way, and felt a little regret.
As expected, it seemed impossible to ask questions to the gods.
While Vera’s expression darkened slightly, Rohan moved his magic trick, and Jin, rising above the fountain, began to glow.
Jin, who used to have all kinds of geometric patterns, changes shape.
Various polymorphs that are unlikely to be interlocked begin to interlock by moving their positions, and then into the gap created by overlapping polymorphs in the center of Jin.
‘… character.’
started to be engraved.
indigo letters.
The characters, which were blurry like ink dissolved in water, gradually began to take place in a distinct form, and then they began to turn into an identifiable form.
The character that will appear here and the ordeal that will be engraved on it will determine the course of the future.
Vera looked at him with a tense expression for a while at that thought.
‘… ?’
I made the brows narrow in the finished character.
From his mouth, those words came out.
“… I have a question.”
“yes? What is it, say it quickly. I have a hard time.”
“Does this sometimes come out like this?”
Saying so, Vera pointed to the letters floating on the fountain with his fingertips.
“What is it?”
Rohan, who was moving Jin in full swing, got up.
“… Eh?”
A sound filled with absurdity came out of Rohan’s mouth as he looked at Sam.
squeak squeak. Rohan, unable to keep his mouth shut, then turned his head to Bargo and continued.
“That, His Holiness?”
“What.”
Rohan’s gaze turned to Vera again.
Then, looking at the text that floated over the fountain, Rohan turned his head to Bargo again, scratching the back of his head, and spat out words.
“Are you going to say pass?”
Bargo’s expression hardened.
Vera, who watched the conversation that followed, was pleasantly surprised at the fact that at this moment, more embarrassment appeared on the old man’s face than the unknown situation.
It was.
The text that floated over the fountain is [Pass].
That was one word.