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The day after the Pope’s attack. I arrived at the Holy Land at Faby’s call and blinked at the sight of several high-ranking people greeting me.

Why are there people here who should be working desperately in their own countries?

Shouldn’t we be preparing for the coming disaster at a time like this?

Why are you trying to get to know me!?

When I turned my gaze towards Faby in confusion, she smiled softly.

“I told you last time. Why don’t we create an environment where Young-ae has no reason to make sacrifices?”

Fabio was certainly right when she said that it would be okay to shift my responsibilities to each country.

But you were right.

Can’t you give me some time to prepare myself mentally?! I’m so nervous about meeting someone I’ve never met before!

This is especially true if the person is of a high position!

Ah, really, in the past, I could boldly approach people I met in high places, thinking that they had nothing to do with me. But now I can’t do that!

I can’t act coy because of this fucking Messagaki skill!

I had so much to say, but I held it back and went along with Faby’s intentions.

I can’t say anything in front of them when they prepared this environment for me.

…and it’s true that I can’t handle every situation.

Just look at the accident that happened last night.

My body is one.

If everything happens all at once, I can’t do anything about it.

But the variables inside the dungeon are too bothersome to leave the situation to someone else.

Because dungeons outside of the normal circumstances are likely to be different from what I know.

Even the dungeons we cleared yesterday were like that.

“Don’t worry right now. I’ll help you, employer.”

More than anything, since Faby seemed to have noticed my burden in advance and had called Caria, I was able to participate in the meeting without any burden.

It seems true that my authority has increased, and even when I openly and arrogantly say things like, “You’re a sloppy pig, an animal with nothing but lust, and doesn’t your castle smell like a livestock pen?” the higher-ups, although uncomfortable, did not express any complaints.

The direction decided at the end of the meeting was as follows.

I always conquer dungeons with large variables or dangers.

However, we will delegate the dungeons with low risk or few variables to each country’s power, and we will also provide information on how to deal with dangerous dungeons in case of an emergency.

In fact, most of it was the same content that was conveyed when meeting with the apostles, so the only thing that changed was that it taught us how to deal with dangerous dungeons and how to prepare to minimize damage.

What I felt was different from before was that the opponents had become much more cooperative.

“Let’s dispatch the 1st Knight Division.”

“Special articles will be selected.”

“I have asked for cooperation from several elders.”

Previously, countries had decided to cooperate in this disaster, but they did not say they would throw all their efforts into it.

In the end, what mattered to them was their own country rather than the crisis of humanity.

But today was different. They were willing to show off their best power.

There was no need to ask what the cause was. It was obvious who had created the place, so who could be blamed?

“I’m sorry, Young-ae. I haven’t been able to tell you because I’ve been preparing since last night.”

“Ha. That’s not what you really wanted to say. Just tell me to praise you. You’re a doggo saint. I can clearly see you’re making a fuss because you want to wag your tail.”

“…Is that so?”

“No? Or not. I don’t care.”

“That. That. That. Chi. Would you… compliment me?”

Deciding to forget the morning’s embarrassment, I patted Faby on the head.

Then Faby smiled and accepted my hand.

After that, Pavie moved around for my convenience.

They support me by preparing equipment that has been prepared in advance, sending people to places I need to go first to prepare, and intervening with the paladins in situations I don’t know about to try to reduce casualties in some way.

I told her that she didn’t need to work so hard every now and then, and tried to dissuade her through Joy, but Faby always did her best.

I don’t know how happy he was to receive my compliments, but he was always willing to share my burden.

Looking at that sight, I thought that there was no need to do that, but at the same time, I felt like I had to stop them.

The results were good, I felt quite comfortable, and Faby was happy too.

Yeah. I overlooked Kara’s words and forgot once again that this world doesn’t work like a game.

Human beings are creatures who can commit any number of wrongdoings according to their own desires.

Whether it was well-intentioned or not, it was a being that could make mistakes at any time.

To put it simply, people themselves were the variables.

It was about two days after Faby had called several people that I found out.

I felt pretty good.

Thanks to Faby’s hard work, things have become more comfortable in many ways, and the Pope, who has lost a significant amount of power, has not caused any variables, and to be honest, I feel a little better thanks to the people who praise me.

Anyway, no one feels offended by being complimented.

I thought that if I could just keep going like this while clearing the dungeon, I would be able to comfortably prepare for the day of the final battle.

I imagined I could save everyone.

Because I was the rotten water of Soul Academy.

So when I came out of the dungeon and met Caria.

When she told me not to be surprised and to listen to what she said.

And when he told me about a disaster that happened in a city.

I felt embarrassed all over my body.

“Those crazy kids did some shit.”

In some areas, there were people who moved on their own, ignoring the plans I had made.

They wanted to raid the dungeons themselves, following the plan I had told people before I decided to go around the dungeons.

“…What the hell are you guys!?”

I just told you to protect it! I just told you to protect it, what are you doing!

As soon as I heard this news after entering the dungeon, I asked Joy to use the magic of teleportation and heard detailed information about the situation from Caria.

“Those sloppy kids. Did you do the strategy properly?!”

“If I had done that, I wouldn’t be here.”

Up until that point, it was fine. If you had followed the strategy perfectly, there wouldn’t have been any damage.

If they had at least followed several strategies properly in case of failure, the aftermath of that failure would not have spread to the surrounding areas. But they did nothing.

“I don’t know for sure since I didn’t hear it from them, but I don’t think they did. If they had prepared some kind of countermeasure, then this mess wouldn’t have happened.”

Caria told me to prepare myself mentally.

I’m telling you not to panic, because that place will be more horrifying than anything I’ve ever seen.

“Ha. How much do you lose to those sloppy kids? It’s my business?”

I pretended to be strong after hearing that.

To be honest, I may have underestimated the sights of hell.

I’ve been through hell so many times when I was looking at other people’s memories, so I figured I’d be okay facing it in real life.

Could it be that the other friends also had an effect because they hardened their expressions when they heard this story and did not back down?

Probably so. I can never back down unless they do. I made up my mind and headed there, following Joy’s magic.

And then the first thing I saw was people running around like crazy.

“Doctor! Where is the doctor!?”

“Kerry! Where are you! Kerryeeee!”

“Have you ever seen a guy named Pabog!? What does he look like!”

“Mom. Mommyy …

“Whaaaang!”

“Fuck! Evacuate the injured! Now!”

“Where are the priests!”

“Here… Saintess!”

Someone spots Faby and raises their voice. In response, people start rushing towards Faby one by one.

He begs for the life of his acquaintance. He begs for an end to this disaster.

He says to call for support with your authority.

He walked forward, leaving Faby behind, who was trying to make the best of the situation by listening to their complaints one by one.

“This guy can’t live!”

“No! There is still hope!”

“Get out now! Before I kill you too!”

A doctor who sentences one person to death in order to help as many people as possible, and someone who cannot accept that death.

“Those who can fight, come out now!”

A man who raises his voice while bleeding from his head in order to gather as many soldiers as possible.

“Not enough weapons!”

“Damn it! Throw a rock at least!”

A person who speaks with earnestness and thinks of the best in the worst of circumstances.

“When is the support coming!”

“There aren’t enough people!”

“Monster. Monster!”

“Fuck. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.”

“ Shut up and go out!

Those who hope for hope in a desperate situation. Those who struggle to survive. Those who shout to somehow maintain military discipline.

“…Apostle?”

I pushed aside those who tried to grab me, kicked away those who tried to block me, and climbed up until I stood on the top of the wall.

Then the battlefield came into view.

People screaming at the very front of the battlefield.

Those who turn around in fear and are killed by monsters that rush at them.

The sound of someone crying while lying on the floor.

The smell of rotting corpses, the various insects blooming around, the smell of blood so thick it was hard to smell, and the burning earth.

My grandfather said something to my ears as I took in all the sights, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

The only sound I could hear was human screams. There was no room for excuses.

This was a hell of my own making. All the suffering that existed here was my fault.

I let out a hollow laugh, threw down my mace and shield, and clasped my hands together.

Then, without being asked, the fairies came out next to me and hugged my face, and the divinity within me flowed outward, creating wings behind my back.

When I saw him, I closed my eyes and prayed.

May they be blessed.