episode_0219
by fnovelpiaGod is a being that observes.
As the Creator, he created the world but has not intervened since.
Like a father who watches over a human being so that he can grow on his own. Even if he falls or suffers, it is his job to overcome it.
But humans could not endure.
In pain, in despair, I longed for a miracle and blamed God.
Why aren’t you responding?
Why don’t you save me?
The silence of god.
It is a question that everyone would ask at least once, but it has not spread and has died down. However, the high-ranking clergy of the Holy Kingdom have been afraid of it for a long time.
If miracles disappear, God’s will is not communicated, and faith gradually fades.
Given the special nature of the Holy Land, which was maintained by faith, it was clear that if something like that happened, it would collapse. It was something that could never be permitted.
How can we maintain faith if God does not move?
The answer was a fabricated divinity.
If we can process the power of pure faith to reproduce miracles and create beings who can embody those miracles, then God’s silence will no longer be a problem.
That is how the apostles were born.
As a representative example, there was the flawless Sigrid.
A being that is not swayed by emotions, and is not involved in any personal interests. A being like a machine that follows only pure law and order.
In Sigrid’s hands were the scales of good and evil, which condemned countless sinners.
An artificial product created on behalf of God, not chosen by God.
Fragments of a miracle created by those who long for salvation.
Such apostles blocked the path of Karami and his party.
“You are an apostle!”
It was a rare sight to see a gathering of people who did not leave their area to carry out their missions.
The eyes of those apostles were also red.
“Reunion. Slave messenger, what brings you to the Great Hall?”
“I came to see the saint.”
“Dodan. It is absurd for someone like you to face the saint. Please step aside.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave the saint behind because she’s my slave. She has to take care of what’s hers.”
“Repeat. The current Holy Land cannot afford to accept outsiders as it is trying to establish a new order. Please step aside now. Otherwise, I will pass judgment.”
A splendid light of scales rising behind Sigrid.
The other apostles also prepared for battle while laughing leisurely.
Mirabelle frowned and ground her molars.
“How arrogant. How dare you talk about judging the master. There is no one in the world who can judge the master. Even if they are God.”
thud.
A fierce cane strike that is full of intense emotion.
Release magical power as if exploding.
The size of the messenger guarding Mirabelle grows to the size of a temple.
Those who could not withstand the death aura sent by the messenger of death, and fainted, foaming at the mouth. However, the apostles did not even flinch.
They may not be as strong as dragons, but each one of them is strong enough. Although he has defeated them individually, this is the first time Karamido has faced the apostles as a group.
From the apostles to the army of priests.
‘Can it be done?’
Even with all of this before her eyes, Mirabelle didn’t even blink an eye. As if to express her feelings, she erupted with a fierce burst of blue magic.
“Girl. I admit that you are a great person. However, it is impossible to protect the slave messenger while dealing with the five of us apostles, even if a miracle happens. So──”
Quagmire!
That was when.
Constantine’s voice was lost in the wind.
“Po, it’s a storm!”
East of Cassillon.
A huge whirlwind rages. A storm that absorbs even the dark clouds covering the sky and turns it black. It sweeps people and buildings upright.
“1259~”
A bright, beautiful voice that doesn’t fit the atmosphere.
All kinds of spirits, such as fire, lightning, earth, darkness, light, and wind, follow the Servant and play pranks.
On the other side, west.
“Kkaaah!”
“Eek?! Monster! A monster has invaded!”
Monsters that appeared in the east, including goblins wielding bats, so-called monsters, poured out through the open door.
The king of monsters.
The Night Journey of a Hundred Ghosts, commanded by a nine-tailed fox.
Lin, floating in the sky, spreads her tail like a fan and performs magic.
“50,000~”
“Hey! All the numbers I’ve seen so far don’t add up to 50,000. What do you mean 50,000? Are you trying to scam me?”
“Huh? There are 50,000 people in Lin’s eyes~? Is there any evidence that it’s a scam?”
The reason why they came here has long since been put on the back burner. Rin and Arphia were busy making a bet targeting the priests.
chaos.
destruction.
oblivion.
A city where you can’t find any order.
Even in such a situation, not a single person died.
The master’s orders are absolute.
It was thanks to Lin’s control that she didn’t twist her fate and die.
“Ah… .”
Karami looks at the buildings that fly into the sky and become stars with vain eyes.
It all costs money to fix that.
Lin and Arpia were competing to be praised in their own way, but unfortunately, all that awaited them was scolding and punishment.
It’s scary that there are people who prefer punishment over reward.
“Is that how it comes out? They look a bit strong, but if you catch them, each one gets a million points, right?”
“What? How can such a rule be created now?”
“50,000 people? If you have any complaints, why don’t you just catch them? Why.”
Arphia, which contains arsenic.
A Wind Servant reminiscent of a giant’s bust appears and surrounds Arphia.
“Not confident?”
The intention is to suppress Lin with momentum.
Lin twists the corners of her lips upward.
A giant nine-tailed fox appears, its pink magical powers gathering together as if to fight against Arphia.
Il-yeong-an and Wol-yeong-an, which are Rin’s two eyes that were taken out.
“Huh~ Who says you’re not confident?”
Kieeek!
The nine-tailed fox lets out an angry roar, revealing Rin’s ambition.
Arphia pulling the bowstring.
The servant then pretends to pull the bowstring.
Phew!
A bow and arrow of wind that falls into the hands of a servant.
The gust of wind is embedded in the arrow.
For a moment, the air was twisted.
The transparent atmosphere shakes, and the wind swirls and swirls.
Sigrid, who had always been expressionless, flinched greatly and quickly manipulated the scales.
What is weighed on one side of the scale is divine power.
What I want is a fence to protect the lambs from wolves.
The scales, satisfied with the tribute, are level.
Force a miracle.
The manifesting shield of God.
A curtain of radiance, like a fence, spread out around her.
At that moment.
Teeing─.
Arphia flicked her bowstring. The servant who had become one with her also flicked his bowstring.
A speed so fast that the eyes cannot keep up.
A trajectory that doesn’t even allow room to avoid it.
The wind howls and shakes the world.
Kwaaang!
The arrow and shield met, and an explosive current of air burst out, tearing apart the surrounding air. The fierce, biting wind swallowed up all sound.
But the shield did not fall. It stood firm, unwavering in the face of the storm.
Soldiers sweeping their chests.
“You’re not trying to feel safe with something like that, are you?”
A beauty that denies their hopes.
The second arrow has already left its owner a long time ago.
An arrow shot toward the sky.
There was a flash of light like a firecracker exploding.
Green flames light up the sky.
People stare blankly at the minister, but soon realize that he is out of place.
The sky is distorted.
The reason why hundreds of arrows create wind and the wind collides with each other creates a new headwind.
Rain of the storm.
‘Is that okay?’
I’m worried that I’ll get swept away like this.
As Karami was about to start worrying about such things, a comfortable, blue protective layer wrapped around her skin.
The knights raise their shields, the priests clasp their hands in prayer, and a black and white shield rises to protect them.
Just as the thought of anxiety dawns on them, someone mutters a prayer in a broken voice.
The falling arrows begin to disappear one by one.
“What is this? The arrow is disappearing.”
Karami, who was comfortably watching from Mirabelle’s defense, felt strange. It was like forgetfulness. It was a feeling that something had been there but had been forgotten.
But no matter how hard I try to remember, I can’t remember.
Mirabelle narrowed her eyes and stared to one side.
There was a man with a very thin body, and his priest’s robes were fluttering comically. In his hand he was holding a black book.
A forgotten Bible that existed but was forgotten.
What he does is not a miracle of God, but rather a reversal of God’s providence. It is a forbidden sacred object that turns something into nothing and erases memories in return.
Apostle Anselm of Forgetfulness.
The world does not remember him.
Even the people present are vaguely aware of Anselm’s presence.
The same goes for Anselm.
I don’t know his name, his past, or anything else.
Because that’s what he was made for.
There was only one thing I remembered: the prayer.
The number of arrows, which had reached hundreds, was drastically reduced. To people’s eyes, it seemed as if they had suddenly disappeared.
I thought Arpia had gotten rid of it on purpose, but Arpia herself didn’t know the reason.
For some reason, the only person who knew was Mirabelle, who held the Book of Omnipotence.
The hundreds of arrows were reduced to a few dozen. That alone would have been destructive enough, but the defensive wall was built so well that it could be blocked.
“Huh? You were acting so great, but now you’re all blocked?”
“Tsk. You’re interfering with my strange ability again?”
“What does Lin not know? She blames others for things she couldn’t do~”
A conversation without any sense of tension.
On the other hand, the clergy had to gulp.
The fact that he didn’t care that an attack like that failed meant that he could launch similar attacks as many times as he wanted.
If the day of destruction comes, it will be today.
The believers offer up prayers.
Even though God does not answer their calls, they do not doubt. They do not despair anymore. Because they have a saint.
A pillar of light that fell from the sky.
Elise slowly descends from the sky as if she were a god. All the believers, including the apostles, bow their heads as if they were witnessing God.
As Elise appears, Arphia and Rin slowly stop smiling.
A presence of a different class from that of the apostles.
If God were to descend, wouldn’t he do just that?
It was that kind of energy.
The spire of the main shrine.
Elise stops in front of the cross.
She puts both hands together and smiles lovingly.
“Welcome, guests from outside. I am the vessel of God. Saint Elise. Welcome to the Holy Land.”
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