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It’s a world that worships a goddess with a clear, tangible form, yet surprisingly, there are religious factions.

Based on the interpretation of scriptures.

Based on the methods of Yebes and Masses.

Based on the distribution of power.

Besides the reformists I created with my 115-article refutation, there are plenty more. Roughly five or six major ones on the continent alone.

Why are they like this when they’re serving a superior race with clear will and superior thinking abilities?

The reason was simple.

‘That goddess is fucking lazy.’

The bitch who has the authority to unify doctrinal interpretations and designate ritual methods doesn’t do her job.

She consistently takes a “whatever, as long as you offer faith” attitude and only spouts nonsense in her oracles, so she’s no help at all.

Eventually, people who got tired of arguing about who was right resorted to violence instead of debate.

They decided that whoever survived cracking each other’s heads open was right.

And a prime example of this is the Alcyone Federation. Once four separate countries, it was united into one after many twists and turns.

‘Putting different guys together, of course there’s no peace.’

It’s a system where small countries with different systems, cultures, and denominations were forcibly united due to diplomatic/political circumstances. Of course, there’s going to be conflict.

The state religion has changed several times, and heresy hunts and denominational oppressions happen all the time.

Weakened royal authority is a bonus.

No matter which denomination the monarch believed in, the other side would interfere, so their power couldn’t grow.

Still, Drake IV is said to be building up his political power based on wealth these days… but that’s none of my business.

“Is this the building?”

“Yes. Please wait a moment.”

The point is that all sorts of denominations still coexist in the Alcyone Federation. And that each faction is still powerful.

Knowing these two things is enough to use them.

“You’re from Alcyone and even brought Elaine with you?”

“No, she says she escaped persecution when she was young. She only recently joined our organization.”

“Young… like around six years old?”

“Around ten years old, I think. It’s what she stated, so it might not be accurate.”

“That’s good enough. She must still be full of revenge.”

One suitable weekend without lectures.

Callia and I met a low-ranking member of an organization that we had found after searching the whole country.

A robust young man of twenty-four.

He believed in the orthodox goddess sect ruled by Seonghwang, but recently felt disappointed and naturalized to the organization.

Fluent in both Alcyone and the common continental language, he is truly the optimal talent.

–Click.

“Oh, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. My name is Winston Churchill.”

“Nice to meet you. Please sit here.”

I sat him down, facing him appropriately, as he was nervous about being called by a superior and senior officer.

I poured him a cup of coffee and made a proposal.

“Mr. Churchill. Would you like to help liberate Alcyone from Drake’s tyranny?”

(Through a bomb terror) Liberation.

* * * * *

“W, what? Suddenly? What on earth is that…”

Galipol-, no, Churchill, was flustered by my suggestion and waved his hands. Well, I guess this is normal.

Who would accept it right away when superiors suddenly come and say let’s do something big together.

But there was nothing to worry about.

Because it was an expected reaction.

“Mr. Churchill, think carefully. What hardships have you suffered in this country? How many adversities have you overcome to get to where you are now.”

Gently, slowly, tame him.

So that this friend willingly sympathizes and agrees with my words.

It’s not difficult at all.

I pulled the chair closer. I had Callia step back and held his hand.

“You said you crossed the sea when you were ten years old, right?”

“Yes.”

“That must have been really hard. How hard was it to be squeezed into a small merchant ship? You lost your home and belongings and barely saved your life.”

It’s a time when passenger ships are still a long way off.

If civilians want to use the sea route, they have no choice but to hitch a ride on a merchant ship. A ship with no toilet, no proper cooking, and no bed.

It must have been a huge ordeal for a young age.

“Familiar scenery of your hometown, ancestral tombs, beautiful orchards and farms. You lost what you originally enjoyed overnight. All because of the tyrannical decree of a vile king.”

Moreover, Churchill’s family was said to be quite wealthy. To the extent that they had their own orchards and large farms.

Surely he would have played there as a child.

Climbing the branches of apple trees to pick unripe apples, riding on the backs of oxen plowing fields.

On holidays, he would eat pies baked by his mother and sing joyful songs with his family.

But now it’s impossible.

The happiness and relaxation of the past have disappeared forever.

By none other than a king who believes in heresy.

“Why should you alone suffer this pain? You just wanted to live a simple, happy life. Why should you have that right taken away by someone you’ve never even heard of?”

While defecting to the Elaine Kingdom, his mother contracted a disease and died. His younger sister was swept away by the waves and went missing.

A tragedy that would not have happened if he had been in his hometown.

If Drake IV hadn’t issued the oppression decree, he would still be alive and well today.

“Mr. Churchill, look in the mirror.”

“Mirror, you say?”

I stood up the young man with tears in his eyes at my words. I grabbed his shoulders and made him face the image beyond the thin glass plate.

“What do you see?”

“…Isn’t that my face.”

“No. That’s the face of a loser who has been deprived of everything and has even given up hope.”

I stimulate him with slightly strong expressions.

So that he feels resentful at heart, and has some resentment and unfairness.

“Even though your mother and sister died, there were no bodies, so you couldn’t even make a grave. Far from being able to commemorate them, you’re short of money to eat every day, what else could you be if not a loser?”

Even if he was a landlord in his hometown, he is just a stranger here.

A mere person with no connections or status.

Since he lost most of his property during the defection, he had no choice but to suffer to make a living.

Earning living expenses with hard labor, and trying to get a job with the knowledge he had learned poorly.

After a decade of desperate efforts, he managed to get a job, but that was it.

He has no way to express it other than desperately, because it is difficult to survive day by day.

“…..Then, what should I have done.”

“Pardon?”

“Everything was taken away. What was I supposed to do when I was just a ten-year-old child dropped off in a faraway foreign country!

My father fell into alcoholism after my mother died, and I barely make enough money to pay the rent even if I work to death every day! Do you know the misery of having to make up for food expenses by stealing because I’m poor no matter how hard I work?!”

In the end, Churchill couldn’t hide his emotions and screamed. Callia tried to stop him from grabbing my collar and shouting, but I stopped her with a gesture.

In this case, it’s better to wait a while so that he can vent his emotions.

“I know. Even if it looks like this, I also had a time when I lived like a beggar on the street.”

I patted the young friend on the back.

I was annoyed that my shirt was getting wet because of the tears, but I didn’t bother to show it.

“But even if you’re miserable and insignificant, it doesn’t mean you have to be like that forever, does it?”

I gently pulled him away and looked him in the eye. And I opened my mouth quietly.

“If you feel wronged by your current life, let’s take revenge once. On the culprit who made your life like this.”

Holding onto grudges doesn’t help your life at all. It only destroys your health with stress.

In that case, let’s just turn it upside down.

Even the most insignificant and weak person has the right to bet their life and take revenge on their enemy.

“O, on the king?”

“Yes. On that Drake IV bastard.”

“Is that possible? No, before that, why are you guys trying to help me?”

I’m annoyed that that bastard is trying to mess with the maritime network, so I’m going to get rid of him. You’ve been chosen as the executor and commando for that.

I couldn’t tell the truth, so I turned it around appropriately.

So that this brat doesn’t feel anxious.

“It’s mutually beneficial. We liberate Alcyone from oppression, and you avenge your family. It’s good for each other.”

“What benefit does that give to the organization–”

“Ssh, don’t try to know too much because it’s confidential.”

After cutting him off appropriately, I took a sip of coffee. The appropriately bitter taste felt good on my parched throat.

“Let’s focus on our main points. We’re after the removal of Drake IV, and you’re after revenge for your family. It’s a simple story, isn’t it?”

I put a thin book in front of Churchill. It’s a book I worked hard on while looking for this guy.

It’s something that should never be released on the market, so I secretly transcribed only about 20 copies.

“If you agree, the organization plans to provide maximum support. You were of the orthodox denomination, right? We will contact people with that faith who remain in Alcyone and provide local manpower and information.”

Our organization’s base is in the eastern part of the continent, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have influence in other regions.

How common is an organization that can openly terrorize the academy and collect intelligence around the world?

Gathering dozens of people and raising funds is as easy as pie.

“How is it? Will you participate?”

A heavy silence flows for a moment.

Soon Churchill nodded.

“Okay. Let’s give it a try.”

“That’s a wise decision. Then keep this book safe too. It will definitely be useful if you go to Alcyone.”

The cover of the book was written in the common continental language like this.

[The Anarchist Cookbook]