episode_0397

“Sorry. Because my speaking skills were poor, I failed to persuade the people in the church.”

The perverted Sado, who returned to the living room, was very stiff, unlike his usual relaxed and sly self.

It’s as if neither the pervert nor himself thought things would turn out like this.

I was equally embarrassed by this situation.

The perverts who were rushing at me like crazy not long ago now say they can’t trust what I say!?

sincerely?!

If you were this good at distinguishing between public and private things, wouldn’t you have kept your sanity even on the streets?

Alsatin asked a question carefully, as if speaking for me, who was so dumbfounded that I had to keep my mouth shut.

“Prete. Was it really a question of credibility? If you look at the data I provided, you can fully understand that the situation is suspicious.”

The material that Alsatin created in a short period of time was very excellent. So much so that anyone who sees it can sense that the situation is strange.

Even though my words, which come from a mere child from a noble family, may not be reliable, there is no reason to deny the data provided by Alsatin, right?

The perverted apostle smiled awkwardly in response to Alsatin’s question, then shook his head and made a lamenting voice.

“It’s an awkward thing to say with my own mouth. that. People in the Arts Church are very irrational when it comes to things related to evil spirits.”

“…Ah. understand. Is that such a problem?”

Why are they talking about things that only they can understand? I didn’t like that and lowered one of my eyebrows, and the perverted apostle, who sensed my annoyance, carefully added an explanation.

“You may not know this, but it has not been long since our arts denomination grew this large. Until a few decades ago, it was treated as a place where it would not be strange if it disappeared at any time.”

The art cult that the Perverted Apostle was talking about was similar to the art cult in the game I knew.

A place that is not very big.

Although there are a few events, there is no reason to stop by.

If you go later, it’s an area you won’t find often, even if the crow goddess is annoyed.

That was the art school in the game that I knew.

However, the current art school was different.

The current denomination had enough power to oppose the church that gave it to them.

“The reason why we were able to grow so big is because of the efforts of the current religious leaders, priests, and others, but also because we have become a home for those who have nowhere to go.”

Since being chosen by the goddess, the perverted apostle has been constantly traveling around the continent.

Many people thought that this wandering was the temperament of a perverted apostle, but the reality was different.

Most of his wanderings were guided by the goddess.

Under the guidance of the goddess, the Perverted Apostle attacked countless places where the evil god’s followers were committing evil acts, and saved many people in the process.

“Those who survive hell are mostly people who have lost their place and have even forgotten their reason for living. I couldn’t leave those people alone.”

So, the perverted apostle brought those who survived the evil god’s followers into the church.

By showing them his art, he gave them a reason to live.

It brought hope into their arms.

As this happened repeatedly, the Arts Church naturally increased in power and became a place with considerable power among many churches on the continent.

“Most of the people holding positions in the church today are survivors of the past. So, we have no choice but to be fierce when it comes to matters related to evil spirits.”

The Pervert Apostle shrugged his shoulders, saying that they too had noticed something strange in their heads, but they just didn’t want to accept reality.

“Things just didn’t work out right away. If you keep persuading them, one day they will listen to you. Even if it looks like this, I am an apostle of the Arts Church.”

I usually only see him clinging to me like he’s crazy, but seeing his serious attitude made me understand why he became an apostle.

Before it was simply said that he had outstanding artistic talent, Byeonbyeonsa was also clearly a good person.

If you had just shown me like this on a regular basis, I wouldn’t be as disgusted as I am now.

I burst into laughter and stood up instead of answering the perverted apostle who said he would figure it out somehow.

“Perverted Apostle. Where are the disgusting perverts of the Arts Church gathered?”

“There is no need to go in person. I…”

“Hey. transformation. Why don’t you answer and say something else? Are you doing this on purpose because you want to step on me? If that’s the case, wouldn’t you rather just throw your head on the ground and beg someone to step on it?

If you’re so ugly that I feel sorry for you, I might press you down, right?”

The perverted apostle, who was looking up at me blankly, soon smiled like usual.

“…I’m sorry. Right now, we would still be talking in the conference room. Not everyone was against my story.”

“Really? That’s good. Because there’s no need to waste time on disgusting bastards.”

There was no hesitation in moving his feet. Because I came here from the beginning to prepare for a situation like this.

Although it does bother me a little that I have to walk among those perverts again.

what. If we can’t decide, let’s break someone’s head.

If you don’t die, you can recover, so it’ll be okay.

“Lady Aln.”

Just before I left the room with a somewhat impulsive plan, the perverted apostle caught me.

“Me. If I put my head down and pray, will you really step on me?”

…Let’s deal with this guy first before he breaks someone else’s pot.

*

“Are you going to give up the opportunity to defeat the followers of the evil spirit because of the unproven words of one girl!?”

As one of the bishops of the current Arts Order raised his voice, the room became louder. The aftereffects of the story that the apostle of the previous church had just told have not yet disappeared.

“What is more important than defeating the evil spirit’s followers is not creating unnecessary victims. If there is even a possibility, it is right to step back.”

“Bullshit! What can they do about those who may be suffering there?”

“Did the Apostle say that it would be better to step down for no reason? First, let’s check some more…”

Those staying at the conference hall had a sharp confrontation without retreating an inch.

One side shouted that we must take some risk to save those who are still suffering like us in the past.

The other side raised their voices, asking what would be the point if innocent victims were killed due to something unprepared.

As each party believed that their opinions were right, the discussion, which left no room for compromise, showed signs of turning into an emotional fight between them.

“Everyone, please calm down.”

The leader of the Arts Church, who had been preventing the fight between them, hoped that the apostle would return quickly.

Even though they are emotionally conflicted now, they at least pretend to be polite in front of the apostle.

smart.

“Excuse me. I brought a guest. Is it okay if I come in with you?”

“Of course! Come in quickly!”

The leader tilted his head when he heard that he had brought a guest, but let him in.

I hope he will calm down this overheated situation.

Not long after, the moment the door opened, the leader of the Arts Church was speechless for a moment when he saw the girl standing in the middle of the entrance.

…When I saw and heard about the commotion on the street today, I wondered if they were possessed by something, but seeing that person made me understand, at least a little, how they felt.

How can our church members maintain their senses when there is a living work of art in front of them?

The leader of the church, remembering the members of the church who talked about whether it would be okay to erect a statue, make a doll, or draw a picture while being scolded, decided to support Lucy Alln if she gave permission.

The other people in the conference room also froze when they saw Lucy’s appearance.

The one who treated Lucy like a child just a moment ago, the one who shouted at her that she was not trustworthy, and the one who thought she was just beautiful. All of them were overwhelmed by a being named Lucy Aln.

Lucy, who took control of the conference room just by appearing, stood in the center of the conference room with a mischievous smile.

“I won’t say hello to you. I don’t think there’s any need to give my name to idiots who are crazy about throwing away their lives.”

“…What does that mean? Lady Aln?”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed when the leader, who had barely come to her senses, asked a question.

“How do you know my name when I didn’t even tell you? I don’t like this kind of attention because it’s disgusting.”

“How can the owner of a group not know the name of the customer?”

“Ajumma is the leader of the cult? amazing. Even if you look like that, you can still become a great person in the art world?”

“…More than that, please give a detailed explanation of what you just said.”

Even though he felt slightly heated by what he said just now, the leader did not raise his voice.

It is true that the arrogant tone and the contempt contained within it were irritating, but the emotion conveyed by Lucy’s voice was so great that it overshadowed all of that.

To be honest, what the cult leader was really struggling with right now was not enduring his anger, but suppressing his artistic inspiration.

“Why? Didn’t you guys want to die? I thought it was because even though I told him it was a trap, he still tried to crawl in. Was it just stupid? Haha. It’s pathetic.”

It was a tone that looked down on everyone in the conference room, but no one expressed anger. Everyone who listens to Lucy’s criticism is thinking similar to the cult leader.

While everyone was trying to maintain body posture suitable for their position, Lucy, who was looking around the scene, made eye contact with one person and tilted her head.

A pure question that does not feel contempt, pitifulness, or playfulness.

But that was only for a moment. Not long after, she became more playful than before and stood in front of the old man who was taking the position of bishop, tapping his feet.

“Over there. excuse me. grandfather. There’s one thing I’d like to ask.”

“…Yes?”

“Why are you looking at me with such disgusting eyes when you can’t even stand?”

Lucy asked a question as if she really didn’t know, and as soon as the old man’s face turned red, she showed her true colors with a giggle.