Returning to the hut, Vera sat down at the table and pondered.
The revelation ended in a bustling atmosphere. It was because Bargo dismissed the personnel.
Before disbanding, Bargo left Vera telling him to come back the next day.
could be seen at a glance. The revelation was not common. Vera wasn’t stupid enough to catch a single one in the atmosphere.
Again, the words drawn over the fountain came to mind.
‘Pass… .’
It must mean passing the ordeal.
He passed the ordeal even though he didn’t really do anything.
Through him, Vera was able to somewhat resolve the question of ‘who was involved in the regression’ among the questions that came to mind.
‘Heavenly gods.’
they intervene
I’m still not quite sure why.
However, by notifying them that they had not yet proven anything, it was possible to infer that they already knew about them.
vaguely, they could infer what they were trying to convey to them through those words.
‘Passing is… .’
Do you want to say that you are on the right path?
Suddenly, a smirk filled my chin. It was because of the feeling of exhaustion that I was not aware of.
The other day, I said that I would be happy to fit in with the Lord God if he had returned himself for the sake of her salvation.
That thought still hadn’t changed.
However, there is still a question that comes to mind, and I am not sure if it is right to follow the path they suggest like this.
I remember what he said the other day, when I first met Bargo.
-Are you like a puppet with no subjectivity?
Awkward-.
fists clenched
I couldn’t come up with anything to refute that statement. Vera closed his eyes and peered into the soul that dwelt within me.
A dark soul, a golden oath engraved on it.
[I will live for the saint.]
An oath made with a hazy mind at the moment when death was just around the corner.
It wasn’t that I regretted it. No matter how many times he went back to that moment, he would eventually fulfill the pledge.
why not After living like an animal, after living just as instinct leads, isn’t it just the light that has finally fallen on him?
Just thinking about it, isn’t this the light that makes me so thirsty?
However, is this the correct way to fulfill that pledge? Whether it was enough to follow their words was questionable.
Vera, still does not know the faith.
They don’t believe in gods, they don’t believe in their glory.
You could even call him an apostate. Here life came, and yet to Vera, the stigma was nothing more than a useful tool.
Vera believes in his own abilities and the glimmer of light that has been cast upon me. That was the end.
doubt deepens. Accidents are all over the place and disturb the image.
Is it necessary to live for her to follow the intentions of the gods?
Vera thought of someone who would seek an answer to this question that I could not answer on my own.
Slowly, Vera’s eyes opened.
‘… Good luck.’
The thought occurred to me that he might know the answer.
*
The next day, Vera found Bargo sitting on a long bench in the middle of the southern garden of the Great Hall, and approached him with a smile.
Bargo stared blankly at the flower bed with a sunken face, found Vera in the air and opened his mouth.
“Are you here?”
“Yes.”
Vera’s head bowed.
“Yeah, it looks like you slept well, looking at the little girl.”
“There was God’s care.”
“Are you a kid who can’t even sleep properly if Ju-Jin doesn’t take care of him?”
Words spoken with laughter. Vera felt his body twitch and tremble, then lifted his head again and looked at Bargo.
“What did you call me for?”
“It’s old. Take it.”
As soon as Vera’s question popped up, Bargo pulled something out of his pocket and threw it at Vera.
Vera grabbed the object that was flying towards me, and opened his palm to examine it.
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On the top of the palm of his hand was an object that he once thought was offensive, a platinum-colored rosary hanging from the saint’s neck.
‘Apostle’s mark.’
Seeing him, he turned his gaze to Bargo again, and Bargo spoke to Vera with a smile on his face.
“I don’t like the way you do it, but… Once they say it passes, they give it to them.”
Vera looked at Bargo who said that, then looked at Rosario in his hand, and licked his lips slightly.
“Is this over?”
“why? Did you think we could even hold a banquet? What’s so pretty about you?”
These were the words of the savior that he spit out, but this time, he didn’t have the temper.
It was because the words Bargo had said before were stuck in my mind.
“… Do you just follow the orders of the gods in His Majesty?”
“Yes? What are you talking about?”
Vera’s head was raised. Fists clenched.
Vera uttered the heartbreaking question that had been holding him back since the moment of the revelation.
“Is that enough? If I question its meaning, am I wrong? Why don’t you question its meaning?”
Words that follow one after another. Unbeknownst to him, tears were mixed in.
What he wanted to live was a life for the saints. It was a life that pursued the nobility that embraced even this evil species.
But, if you have to move according to the intentions of the gods for him, if you just blindly trust him and follow him, what is life for? Who is life for?
Should we call him a life for saints, or should we call him a life for the gods?
It was a ridiculous, full-blown question.
It was a question I hadn’t thought of when I was looking for something to eat right away, digging through the trash, and begging while lying flat on the street.
However, to suppress the doubts that had already arisen, this feeling of tightness, which was too tight in his stomach to just follow the open road, did not allow him.
Vera’s face frowned. From Vera’s mouth came the same question over and over again.
“Do you really think the Holy Spirit is right?”
After that question, there was silence in the space.
Vera shut his mouth and looked at Bargo. He looked at such Vera with eyes that were not deep enough.
It was after some time had passed since the words came out of Bargo’s mouth.
“I will ask. Did they show you the way through that revelation?”
drop.
Vera’s body stopped.
did you show the way can you say that
It is because there were some vague points to say for sure ‘yes’.
Are they correct that they were involved in the regression? The answer to that question is ‘It is highly probable.’
Did they communicate their intentions to them through the revelation of the Holy Kingdom? You can answer ‘yes’ to that question.
However, is that suggesting a way for you? If you ask that question, the answer ‘I don’t know’ pops up.
When asked if the revelation was really pointing in the direction he should go, the answer would be, ‘They didn’t say anything.’
“… I do not know.”
The gods were silent. I just threw the situation away.
“Have they decided you are right or wrong?”
At the next question, Vera bowed his head slightly and spat out an answer.
“… no.”
They never told them right or wrong in their previous lives or in this life.
“But why do you say they showed you a way?”
“… .”
“Why should I obey their will, you ask?”
Vera’s mouth uttered no more answers.
Why did you think so?
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Only such questions persist for a long time.
“Little boy.”
Bargo’s voice rang out. Vera looked up at Bargo at the call.
“… Yes.”
“Don’t ask me. Why did you think your judgment belonged to someone else?”
At the question handed to him, Vera felt his head go blank.
It was such a feeling that the whole accident was bleached white.
Again, Bargo’s words continued.
“You know? The gods are not the ones who give answers.”
Vera’s gaze turned to Vargo. I turned to the bizarre old man who smirked and uttered words that were not at all prosperous.
“On the contrary, it is quite the opposite. Gods are questioners. It can be said that these are the people who ask you what you would do in a situation like this.”
Bargo’s words followed Vera’s accident.
What did they throw at them?
‘Throw the situation.’
What did they want to achieve through him?
‘… I do not know.’
Who made all judgments about their intentions?
‘… I made it.’
Awkward-.
I felt my lungs tighten. It was a ridiculously simple question, but I never doubted him until now.
Vera remembers why he didn’t think much of it, and it wasn’t long before he was able to weave the answer.
It was all due to their own intolerance.
Vera did not believe in their omniscience.
however.
‘… They believed in their omnipotence.’
They believed in the power they possessed, the power of these stigmas that descended with form.
Vera thought they would grab him and shake him.
Because they are capable of doing so, they thought so because, according to Vera’s standards, who only took away, those with power were those who took away.
Vera had an accident.
Who is making all the decisions?
The one who made the oath, the one who went to the holy country from the rewind life, the one who wanted to rise above the Apostle here.
‘all… .’
It was something he had decided.
“I will ask.”
Bargo’s voice continued.
“Among the revelations from the gods you know, did they have any revelations that determined what was right or wrong? Did they have any revelations that gave them an answer?”
Again, Vera expanded the thinking.
A revelation to Bargo. Judge the evil of the world.
There was no mention of what was evil in the revelation. The judgment of evil was entirely up to Bargo.
A revelation to the twins. Realize the true meaning of guardianship.
There was no answer to the revelation about what Suho was. The decision was entirely up to the twins.
Revelation given to the saint. Give the power of God to the continent.
The same is true of that revelation. There was no answer on how to give. That judgment was also up to the saint.
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Only then did Vera vaguely realize how narrowly he was looking at the world.
Why did you cut it so I was able to answer him.
‘Because I only knew how to resent.’
Because he wanted to make excuses for all his evil deeds in his previous life, not just his own fault.
‘Because I wanted to run away with responsibility.’
I will bear that weight. Even though I swore so much, I wanted to ignore that responsibility.
‘That’s what the world is made of. Because I wanted to think that way.’
Cowardly, he hid himself behind the name of fate because he needed someone to blame.
accident becomes apparent.
The strange stuffiness that had tormented me the whole time felt like it was going away.
Yet, still seemingly trapped in a hazy mist, Vera licked his lips as he looked at Vargo.
“Then I… How am I supposed to make my own judgment?”
I don’t know the answer for sure, so I asked him if it was him.
“Why are you asking me that?”
What came back was a mocking joke.
Vera continued, with his head lowered once more.
“Teach me.”
What popped out were words of earnest request.
Vera realized.
Vera knows nothing beyond his awareness. Only what he had seen and experienced made up Vera’s world.
So, for the first time in his life, Vera remembered the need for the teachings of others.
I remembered the idea that I needed a teacher who could help me to know the world I didn’t know, and who could broaden my awareness.
Vera’s knees touched the floor. Vera knelt down, put his head deep down, and continued.
“… There is something I really want to know. I have something I want to pursue. However, I am not enough to follow him.”
He didn’t have the right to stand by the saint yet.
If you meet a saint like this, you will still meet her as a villain of that time, and as an asshole with no difference inside.
Far from being next to him, he’ll be panting hard to barely follow him.
“There is something I want to protect with the rest of my life. I am too weak to follow him.”
The sword that guards still doesn’t know. Vera’s sword is still a beast’s alien sword.
“Hani, I beg you.”
To become a human being who can stand by her side.
“Teach me.”
he had to be different.
Afterwards, there was a long silence.
Vera looked down at the floor for a long time without raising his head, waiting for an answer.
Meanwhile.
“… He’s a very handy little boy.”
Bargo’s answer came.
Vera’s head was then turned upwards.
At the end of his gaze, Bargo made a tickling noise and had a smile on his lips.
The answer that followed was to make Vera’s head go down again.
“I will not teach. Honey, you guys will follow me and figure it out.”
A word that could be called permission.
Vera answered, clenching his fists tight enough that Rosario in his hand pressed his skin against his skin.
“thank you.”
Vera only learned to seek learning after one lifetime.
… And so, four years have passed.