Chapter 10 : Alcohol, Juice, and the Heretical Saintess

The reason why the world still feels livable and warm is.

Probably because there’s a premise that the world is cold.

When a person who hasn’t eaten for three days gets bread from a bakery owner, the reason why that bread tastes so tearfully delicious is

probably because the time they’ve been starving is longer than the owner’s skill.

Here, there was a girl who had been thrown into the middle of the world’s coldness.

She was an orphan from the slums that could be seen anywhere, and she was one of the world’s extras who appeared from somewhere like

morning dew and disappeared somewhere again.

Other people didn’t share bread with her.

If they gave a piece of bread to the girl, their family would starve by that one piece.

It was a very wise choice.

What the young girl was looking for was bread, not God.

Because a piece of bread to eat today was more precious than a God who might be somewhere.

While chewing on unripe bread, the girl sometimes wondered.

‘Why am I hungry, but those people look so happy?’

‘Why did the grandfather next door die? He was a kind person who sometimes put food in my hands.’

‘Why do people starve to death like this?’

As she got older, the girl’s questions matured.

And the questions she had asked so far all came down to one question.

‘Is it really true that God loves everyone?’

The girl went to church every Sunday.

It wasn’t because she had any particular faith.

Because she could get lunch for free that day.

However, she remembered the contents of the service she heard during the service.

‘God loves us all.’

If he really loved everyone.

Why. Why.

Does he make humans tempted from the beginning?

That question was a question that had not been resolved even now that the girl, Hella, had been called by God and became a saintess.

‘…That was the setting.’

To put it nicely, she was a special person who could think differently from others.

To put it badly, she was just crazy.

‘…I think I’m the latter.’

It’s definitely not because she stole my food that I think that.

I frowned and stared at Hella intently.

She had already filled two glasses with alcohol, one in each hand, overflowing.

“…I can’t drink.”

That’s a lie.

I get drunk quickly, but I don’t think I can’t drink.

However, Hella put the two glasses down on the table with a bewildered expression.

The beer splashed slightly on the table as it swayed.

“Who said you could? These are both mine? Besides, aren’t you a student?”

Yes, I’m an academy student.

Even if I’m legally an adult in this world, there’s a stereotype that students shouldn’t drink.

‘Pig b*tch.’

I muttered quietly to myself rather than stealing alcohol like her.

Of course, it wasn’t that Hella was fat.

Rather, she was on the lean side.

However, she had the biggest chest of anyone I had ever seen.

I also ordered something to drink because my mouth was bored.

When I ordered something to drink, juice came out.

Sip. The sweetness wasn’t bad.

“You have a childish palate?”

“Shut up.”

‘I don’t like those words.’

Oh, the words and thoughts came out differently.

But I don’t really want to correct it?

That woman called the saintess was looking at me with eyes that completely saw me as a kid.

I put down the cup, annoyed by the look.

“…Why did you come to me?”

I can roughly guess.

It must be because of what happened at the black market today.

Even if it’s difficult to track her ability, it’s not to the point that a saintess of the church can’t find me.

So I was thinking of an excuse, but Hella asked a random question.

“Um, that…”

“Treya. Treya Rudbeck.”

“Um, Miss Treya. Do you believe in God?”

There are many gods in this world.

With two main gods as the starting point, subordinate gods are divided.

There are also people who worship rocks or old trees as gods, so the types of subordinate gods are very diverse.

Therefore, there are a total of 8 officially recognized religions, including the main gods, and they are collectively called the Eight-Colored

Cross Church.

The main gods are Koz, who governs the cause, and Rizelda, who governs the result.

They each send a saintess to the world.

Therefore, the authority of the saintess is stronger than the pope? cardinal? Anyway, the big boss of each church.

“Do you mean believing in the existence of God? Or faith?”

“Both.”

“I believe they exist.”

That b*tch—who sent me to this world after reading a novel is probably a god or something close to it.

It’s a bit annoying, but since I’ve seen priests perform miracles, I don’t deny the existence of God itself.

“Oh, then what’s next?”

“I absolutely don’t believe in them.”

I once saw Greek and Roman mythology when I was young.

Using the excuse of increasing the number of descendants, he fcked his sister and fcked his brother and attached and detached it…

Anyway, the characteristic of those possible crazy bastards is that they are gods with personalities.

Unless it’s a creator god, I absolutely don’t want to bow my head to those guys.

“Why?”

Of course, I would be a little embarrassed even if I was me to say “I don’t believe in God because he’s a possible crazy bastard” in front of the

saintess.

I was looking for a suitable excuse in my heart.

“Miracles are also a type of mana when viewed broadly.”

There was an interesting book among the books in the family.

The title was something like The Origin of Mana.

In the beginning, there was a huge giant, and mana was created from the corpse that came out when the giant died, that’s the claim.
As a side note, it was a forbidden book that the pseudo-religions would go crazy about, and I was caught reading it and was banned from

entering the library for a month.

I continued to speak.

“I can do things that ordinary people can’t do as a matter of course. That doesn’t mean they see me as a god, does it?”

I thought it was a good excuse.

The saintess lowered her eyes and downed the alcohol in one hand.

“You’re arrogant.”

“That’s my charm.”

I raised the corners of my mouth slightly and smiled.

The saintess also made a hollow laugh, as if she had been hit.

“To put it bluntly, what has God done for us?”

“…Do you think so too?”

You too? It was a pretty dangerous statement for someone who is the saintess of the church.

No matter how much she is a saintess chosen by God, this attitude could stimulate her villainization.

I judged that it was dangerous to talk to her any more.

“…You misspoke. You must be drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Does the miracle also have such a convenient effect? Hangover removal?”

“No, I’m just good at drinking.”

I was a little dumbfounded.

There are only three glasses of alcohol that she has finished in front of me.

It’s not an ordinary glass, but a big glass that looks like it can hold at least 500cc per glass.

Silence flowed through the atmosphere that had suddenly cooled down.

It’s awkward. I just came to eat a meal.

“Well, it’s better to have it than not have it, right?”

“Yes?”

“I mean God.”

Even if I don’t believe it, if it gives other people peace of mind, that itself wouldn’t be wrong.

After all, the most important thing is people.

“If that makes more people happy.”

Ah, boring and theoretical.

I didn’t know I would say something like this.

I’m not a good speaker.

“More…happiness…”

Hella seems to have found something meaningful in the words that popped out of my head as they were.

She was repeating my words, muttering.

In the novel, she becomes a villain in the middle and late parts of the work.

Her chapter name is Heretical Saintess.

As you can see, she wasn’t particularly religious.

The criteria for selecting a saintess has nothing to do with faith.

What she really wanted was not to go to God’s bosom, but the salvation of all people.

Hella borrowed the power of heretics for the happiness of more, of all people.

Her purpose was the mental unification of all people.

Did she think that if everyone became one, they would understand each other’s pain better?

In the end, she is eroded by the power of heretics and becomes a tentacle monster while losing her ego.

She then causes chaos for a while and dies.

I can’t stop her from becoming a monster.

Her beliefs did not change until she died, and her desire for the happiness of all people was never resolved.

If you mess with the original work in a clumsy way, you will see a lot of blood.

However, I have a wish that the time when Hella, who is drinking in front of me, who is the saintess, who is the girl in the slums, becomes a

monster will be delayed a little longer.

Because she’s a good person.

Hella, who had been thinking for a long time in front of me, got up.

She stretched as if her body was stiff and greeted me.

“…Thank you for your time, Miss Treya. Let’s keep what happened at the black market today a secret between us.”

Ha, she knew after all.

I don’t have anything to be nervous about, but I’m grateful that she said she wouldn’t say it.

I shook my eyebrows up and down without replying.

“If you ever want to meet me, come here. I’m here 5 days a week.”

“Isn’t that dereliction of duty?”

At my words, Hella chuckled and disappeared leisurely out of the pub.

I think the reason she stays here is because the beer is delicious. She’s like an alcohol-addicted woman.

I also drank all of the remaining juice and prepared to leave.

“…Ah.”

On my table were three glasses of alcohol that she had drunk, intact.

Today was the day I spent a lot of money, wasn’t it?

The woman who is called a saintess because she is a holy woman chosen by God left the bill to me and ran away.

“Is she a b*tch after all?”

I think I’m really going to get a stomach ulcer today.