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055 – Hyde, casts out a ghost from a woman’s body! # One

21st century.

Religion wanted to discuss noble things.

Avoided mentioning things like devils, angels, heaven, and hell.

Should I say that it has become like intellectual entertainment for intellectuals?

but.

Those who wanted to talk about God had to believe in things as absurd as the devil, hell, and ghosts.

It’s written in the Bible.

I also thought that way, but I had no experience with things like ‘the devil’ or ‘hell’, so there were some parts that didn’t really hit me.

“Director Midnar, who exactly is Miss Lucy Emma?”

I felt like my horizons of the world were broadening due to what had just happened.

Lucy Emma.

She was in solitary confinement, curled up on the stone floor and fast asleep until I woke her up.

So what was the being I was talking to while standing in front of the door?

What existed beyond the door?

“Did you come to me at this late hour just to ask that?”

Mother Superior Midnar narrowed her stern eyes under the lantern light. Soon she rummaged through a drawer, took out a teddy bear, lit it on fire, and smoke came out.

Midnar spoke as a musty smell filled the air.

“I guess I saw something?”

“I started to think that maybe the symptoms that Miss Lucy was suffering from were not just a simple pathological disease. Are you really possessed by a ghost?”

“… … .”

Instead of answering, Midnar looked at my face.

After blowing out the smoke again, she dusted the ashes from the gombangdae onto the parchment on the desk.

“You look quite happy, Hyde.”

Am I happy?

Did it look like that?

In a way, it was right.

Those who think about God should not ignore the existence of devils and ghosts.

And it was vice versa.

If demon-possessed people and the devil exist, then the great God inevitably also exists.

From the beginning, I prided myself on having communicated with an absolute and personal being more than anyone else.

I was struck by lightning while sitting in front of my computer.

I fell into this strange world─.

I experienced the miracle of turning back time to the past through an object called the “Holy Grail.”

I am the living proof of a miracle.

A miracle that shows that God exists in the world.

The fact that Miss Lucy Emma, who was in trouble, appeared in front of me seemed like providence and like the stage set for a big plan.

Maybe it was all for this day.

Zech─.

Mother Superior Midnar stood up.

She closed the window, drew the curtains, and made sure the door was locked before sitting back down in the chair and sighing lazily.

It looks like they are preparing for a long journey.

Finally, after a long hesitation, the old nun opened her mouth.

“Miss Lucy’s mother was a high-class prostitute. She was a young, beautiful, and energetic woman. He lived in the same city as me. Although he did dirty work, his soul was brighter than anyone else.”

She is a prostitute with a bright soul.

Is that possible?

Could it be Mary Magdalene in the Bible?

I had a lot of questions, but I thought I shouldn’t break the flow of conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.

Midnar looked at me and added.

“Although she was a prostitute, she was loved by God more than anyone else. As proof, she had a gift from God. It was the gift of prophecy.”

The gift of prophecy.

It meant the ability to make various predictions.

It was a story commonly written in the Bible, and it could be seen as a basic ability that prophets and spiritual leaders possessed.

Could it be that a prostitute possessed something like that?

“Is this true? You’re not mistaken, are you?”

“Her prophecy was accurate. We guessed exactly when it would rain and when guests would come. She—Miss Emma said it was a coincidence, but I knew it was definitely not a coincidence.”

“… … .”

“I wanted to save Miss Emma from the dirty mud pile. So I called someone from the church. I wanted to end my life as a prostitute and make her a nun. But now that I think about it, it was a stupid thing to do. It’s like rescuing it from the mud and throwing it into a fire pit. Miss Emma was tormented by the priests of the cult and eventually became a being who predicted only terrible destruction.”

“A terrible destruction?”

“Yes, a big war will break out─. It was a story about a prostitute from Babylon giving birth to a major murderer. There was a lot of nonsense, but there were also a lot of truths.”

Prophet of Doom.

It was a name I had heard before when I was working as Rust, the Great Sin Seat, and attempted to invade the royal capital, Royal Road.

There is a saint on an island who prophesies destruction.

It was the moment when the truth of the story was revealed.

That saint was not Midnar.

“It’s inherited.”

“Yes, the seeds of sin are inherited. Lucy is Miss Emma’s daughter. And the ugly side of oneself that someone wants to hide the most. Baby, do you know who the priest was dispatched from the church to take care of Emma?”

“Are you Arud Gregory by any chance?”

“Yes, you are a kid with good understanding as if you had oil on your head. Arud Gregory, the idiot now called the Pope, was Miss Emma’s priest.”

I see.

I felt like my puzzle was falling into place.

Pope Arud Gregory.

Through Emma’s prophecy, he rose from a priest to the position of universal king.

And in my opinion, Lucy’s identity was Pope Gregory’s weakness.

The Pope’s illegitimate son.

So to speak, she is the hidden princess of this united kingdom.

There was a reason why I wasn’t allowed to leave this island.

Lucy’s presence alone can turn into a canine that bites Gregory. That’s why the Great Sins kept it hidden until the moment they captured the royal capital.

I finally understand something.

“Lucy inherited her talent from her mother. But what I thought was a gift turned out to be an ominous curse. Lucy, that poor thing will only end up in destruction it doesn’t want.”

So it wasn’t just a tic?

It is a prophecy and it is destruction.

Honestly, it didn’t feel real.

I felt like I was part of a grand mythology, like a character from a Biblical story.

Midnar spoke to me.

“Hyde, you drove out that living spirit Rust, right? There were amazing stories written in the letter I received from the church. Can you drive out the ‘something’ that resides in Miss Lucy Emma?”

It was true that I, Hyde, kicked out Rust.

And since I could confidently say that I was a priest who was closer to God than anyone else, the answer to this question was naturally predetermined.

“Well, let’s try something. Before that, I would like to have a conversation with Miss Lucy.”

Should we really make a prophecy?

Are there real ghosts or devils inhabiting the body?

To be honest, there was nothing I could believe.

Just before.

I also feel like what happened when I stood in front of the door to take Lucy out of her solitary confinement might have been my mistake.

# # #

“Psyche! Milione! Good morning!”

Lucy Emma.

She ran around the convent energetically in the morning.

Sze-.

Lucy hugs Psyche tightly.

She now hugged Milione tightly.

“You crazy bitch! Get away from me!”

Of course, Milione hated Lucy Emma.

In my opinion, Milione Archibald was the crazier woman.

Are you not aware of the fact that you are an intolerant madwoman?

it could be.

Basically, villains like Milione are tolerant of their own mistakes and have a big view of the mistakes of others.

Fortunately, Lucy Emma was a very cheerful woman, so she waved at me without giving in to Milione’s persecution.

“Hello, Hyde too! Look at this! This is the stag beetle I caught this morning!”

Sze-.

He showed me a giant stag beetle, and its body was shiny and large. I wonder where they caught such a large stag beetle.

Thinking about that, I lowered my head.

“Hello, Miss Lucy. Good morning.”

“Yes! Now I have to go fetch water from the well! See you all later at breakfast!”

Padadadat-.

Lucy ran towards the well.

Milione clicked her tongue as she watched that scene.

“You’re such a crazy bitch. How old is a grown girl still playing with bugs? I used to catch toads and centipedes, but I still can’t come to my senses! It’s so crazy!”

“No, Millie. Why do you hate Lucy so much? Is there any reason or incident? It doesn’t seem like you hate it just because you catch bugs, right?”

“Reason? Yes. When I was 10 years old. This is a story about when the old man in my family imprisoned me in this convent. That was the first time I met that guy. Do you know what he said to me back then?”

“What did you say?”

“They said I would die before I was 15! No, what kind of guy says something like that in the first meeting?”

It was indeed a terrible story.

Is it a tic symptom?

No, this seemed closer to schizophrenia.

I also met a patient with schizophrenia while doing volunteer work at a seminary, and there was a woman who seriously recited “Crucio─.” towards me.

For reference, ‘Crucio’ is a curse spell of terrible pain that appears in novels.

Milione continued.

“It’s not just that. That guy said all kinds of things, like it was going to rain in the afternoon and rescuers from the shipwreck were going to be stranded on the island!”

Could it be a prophecy of doom?

Perhaps thanks to my conversation with Midnar last night, I found these stories unusual.

“So were those stories correct?”

“That’s right! I was already over 15 years old when they said I was going to die! Do you know how scared I was for my 15th birthday? Besides, none of what that guy said was correct!”

He said he didn’t believe it, but he seemed scared when he said he would die before his 15th birthday. I think so too.

“That crazy bitch! You’re just talking nonsense because you want attention! That tick? Tourettes? That was definitely a trick! Because I want to get people’s attention! That’s what all orphans think!”

That’s what all orphans think.

My heart ached for no reason, but it actually made sense.

Among the brothers and sisters at the orphanage where I grew up, there were some who pretended to be sick or lied to get attention from the teachers.

Should I say that my senses are distorted in many ways because I did not receive enough affection when I was young?

It was a pity.

Soon Psyche also became angry.

“Is there anyone who cheats because they want to get attention? Milione, there is no one like that in the world! Please don’t frame Miss Lucy!”

It seems that Psyche couldn’t get past the keyword “faking it.” Everything about Psyche was perfect and kind, but there was a time in her life when she cheated.

Of course, Milione sneered at Psyche.

“Lucy, she does crazier things because there are people like you who sympathize with her. That incident where the writing was written in pig’s blood. “Sex is the meeting of a cock and a vagina.” After all, it wasn’t Anemone’s doing, right?”

You’re talking about letters written in blood.

It was like that.

After being tortured, Anemone confirmed that she was a witch, but denied writing in blood, saying it was not her doing.

The anemone may be lying, but…

If that wasn’t the case, the real culprit was different.

Lucy pointed out Anemone as the culprit.

No, now that I think about it, I definitely didn’t say anemone. I just said it smelled like ointment.

“That’s what that bitch Lucy did. See you soon. Because something will happen again.”

It was with that feeling when Milione spoke.

“Aaaah! Ooh, well water!!!”

A woman’s scream was heard from somewhere.

As we hurriedly ran over, we saw women sitting down in shock in front of the well.

What on earth is going on?

“Sister Nora! What’s going on?”

Psyche asked.

Then the freckled nun named Nora pointed to the well with a trembling hand, and when I looked inside, something terrible had happened.

“blood?”

The well was stained with bright red blood.

When everyone is shocked in many ways and falls into panic.

I could see something floating in the water.

“Bug?”

It was a dried bug.

Although small, there were many of them.

“This is a cochineal bug.”

It was food coloring.