58 – Offerings, Flames, Rituals
Altar.
A tower made of sandalwood piled up.
Above it, as if it were a beacon, a flame was burning, and the flame lit up like a lighthouse in the thick smoke, illuminating the shrine.
In the shrine filled with darkness with leaves of smoke hanging, it was shining like that, burning itself in the sky instead of the moon. The fire was shaking and moving its own body even when there was no wind blowing, and the shadow subordinated to the movement was dancing, changing its shape and length while clinging to the shrine.
Festival.
A festival of fire and shadow was taking place here.
Jinseong quietly watched the shadow dance.
The shadow was moving its body, shaking its shoulders, as if it were excited and did not know what to do. My legs never tried to leave what I came out of, as if they were sticking together, but the way they went back and forth, constantly changing their length and width, was like the way they danced shoulder to shoulder with joy.
It looked like demons who seemed so happy that they couldn’t control their excitement.
Jinseong turned his head and looked at Rise.
Rise was trembling slightly, as if what had happened before was shocking, but as if she was trying to overcome her fear by using Jinseong as a pillar, she clung close to him and only stared at Jinseong. And she was constantly touching her smartphone, as if she was feeling uneasy, and the ring on the smartphone caught on her finger as if it were a ring.
Jinseong saw the mercenaries.
The mercenaries were admiring the scene with their mouths slightly open, as if they were amazed at the sight.
In particular, the bartender was staring at the fire burning on the altar made of sandalwood, as if it were miraculous, but strangely, instead of showing displeasure at seeing his displeasure, he had a serious face, as if he was thinking of something in the past.
And the mercenary who played the role of captain was sitting on top of Yoshiaki, who was gagged and tightly tied, watching the dancing shadows dancing, and there was a strange sense of exhaustion and madness in their appearance.
Jinseong took out a notepad and a pen from her arms, wrote down something, and threw it at the mercenary.
『 The Kishimoto family participated in the Pacific War in the past as military chaplains. Eight million participated for the purpose of protecting the soldiers and winning the war under the protection of God, and received numerous spoils of war. However, after the defeat of Japanese colonial rule, after being prosecuted as a class C war criminal, he hid the loot somewhere, probably because he was afraid of being caught, and confirmed that he took it out little by little and turned it into property.
Find out information about the loot you didn’t dispose of and its location, at least through means.
If you find out, 30% of the gold bars, currency, jewels, and government bonds you get there will go back to you.
Just don’t ever kill me.
Can you do it 』
The mercenary laughed when he saw what was written on the memo written by Jinseong.
The meaning of that smile was a smile that came out of confidence.
The mercenary dipped a tactical pen in Kishimoto’s blood, wrote on the back of the memo, and threw it into the air. The memo thrown into the air was safely delivered to him in accordance with Jinseong’s will.
“As soon as the sound comes back, information is all information. 』
Jinseong nodded his head as if he believed in the delivered content.
Then he sent a memo to the other mercenaries as well, and on the memo he wrote a soldier.It was written to be strictly restrained and kept under surveillance.
So the mercenaries got their jobs and scattered.
The mercenary captain and the two mercenaries dragged Yoshiaki’s hair to a dark place.
The rest of the mercenaries headed for the subdued soldiers.
And at that appearance, Rise looked at Jinseong as if a little puzzled.
Since there was no sound, it was not strange to have a conversation with a memo, but Jinseong was the only one who could make a sound as the master of the shamanic ritual. So, if you wanted to give an order, it would have been more convenient to just speak instead of a memo.
I couldn’t help but wonder why Jinseong didn’t open his mouth.
But did Jinseong know about Rise’s question?
She cleared her doubts out of her head.
It wasn’t released, it was removed.
Rise started taking off her clothes right in front of her.
Jinseong took off his top without hesitation, as if it didn’t matter whether others saw it or not, and Rise covered her face with her hands as she let out a soundless scream. However, Jinseong only glanced at Rise’s reaction and did not stop her behavior. Soon, she took off her pants and even her underwear and became completely naked.
With her naked body, Jinseong slowly walked towards her altar in her bare feet.
Behind Jinseong, who walked like that, things flew in the air.
Jinseong kept her mouth shut and reverently walked to her altar.
She then tossed things out of the air into the fire one by one.
Coin went in
A lump of clay went in.
A bunch of herbs went in.
And only after the things went in like that, Jinseong opened her mouth, which had been kept shut since the time her altar was built, and let her scream out. She spoke in a voice that resounded throughout the silenced gentleman, so that it would be more appropriate to say that she screamed rather than spit out.
“Fire of Wisdom! Flower of Purification! Light me with light!”
He shouted and bowed toward the fire.
And while he was bowing down, something went into the fire.
Clean water was poured onto the fire.
Quality milk poured over the fire.
However, even though the liquid was poured, the flames showed no sign of being extinguished, but rather the light became clearer and burned even louder.
“Things I shouldn’t have thought of.”
Jinseong, who rose again, took his place right in front of the fiercely burning flame.
Even if the flame can burn itself.
“What I should have said but didn’t say.”
There was no fear in Jinseong’s eyes.
“What you should have done but didn’t do.”
Instead, what settled in his eyes was innocence.
“Things I thought when I shouldn’t have.”
It was a feeling so pure that it might be called madness.
“What was said when you shouldn’t have said it, and what you did when you shouldn’t have done it!”
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He anointed himself as he gazed at the burning flames with only clear eyes.
Oil for burning something, not oil for decoration like balm.
“Forgive me for all that!”
After Jinseong’s prayer was finished, the color of the flame changed.
If the color of the flame earlier was clearer, now it was a color that felt unrealistic because it was not clear. It is as if the colors used in the painting have come out in reality.It was the same color that was so vivid that even a sense of difference was felt.
In particular, even though it was burning fiercely with sandalwood as firewood, there was no smoke at all, so it didn’t feel real anymore.
‘The Purifying Fire. Sacred. The holy flame of Zoroastrianism.’
However, Jinseong, who poured oil on his body and sat in front of him, had a different thought instead of a sense of distance.
What he remembered was the end he faced before returning.
The last of him who sacrificed his body and oxidized it with mysterious magic.
‘What did I regret? What did I want What did I yearn for?’
Jin-seong regretted it then.
That I couldn’t learn more about magic, that I couldn’t learn more about magic, that I couldn’t transcend through magic.
Even while his body was getting closer to death than life, even at the moment when death was right in front of him, he only remembered the magic that fascinated him.
He wanted
Witchcraft.
He only wanted witchcraft.
That’s why I craved and craved again.
Even in a situation where even emitting my voice is not easy, and even breathing is painful, he only transcends magic, and the world of magic that will reach the end of transcendence as magic.
Like a shining star.
I longed so much to be that kind of person.
‘Jeong, Ki, Shin.’
I couldn’t do it before returning.
The body that has been destroyed by witchcraft has ruined the soul.
The soul, broken by pain, has broken the body.
What do you do if you are sane?
That’s why Jinsung after returning wanted to strengthen his body.
I wanted to strengthen my body and prevent my soul from being destroyed like before returning.
Because of that, he did not hesitate to seduce and charm the powerful people in Japan, and wanted to reach a place where they could wield their power and strengthen their bodies.
Even now, that thought has not changed.
Jinseong definitely wanted to receive physical strengthening, and he had to.
Only then will you not repeat the mistakes you made before returning.
But will the problem be solved only by physical enhancement?
The body was the beginning of the problem, but it wasn’t just the body that caused Jinseong’s death.
Both body and soul are broken.
Then both body and soul must be strengthened.
Strengthen the body.
The soul…
‘With consciousness.’
Fortunately, luck was with him.
Energy was overflowing in Japan, and it was full of souls and whites who had no will.
All necessary expensive materials could be obtained through those in power.
It was easy to take control of places where there was no corruption involved.
The conditions were sufficient to light the ‘sacred fire’, the object of worship and magic in Zoroastrianism.
All you need now is determination.
“Only innocence will shine wisdom!”
Jinseong jumped toward the fire.
Fire, the last of the six sacred lights of Zoroastrianism.
Jinseong himself became a candle symbolizing fire.