The Priestess Who Gives Birth to Death and Insects 3

Sira, as a priestess, absorbs all negative emotions and causalities, including all kinds of evil deeds and suffering, madness, fanaticism, hatred, and other sins of the era.

According to Valet, it’s called Sira’s purification ritual.

It might sound like a sacred and noble term, but the reality was different.

Sira eats these negative things right in front of her.

The process is akin to reversing space and time, and it could be said to be in the realm of miracles, not just magic or sorcery.

But Sira doesn’t have the ability to control that miracle at will.

‘Because she’s two years old.’

Sira is young and immature, doesn’t know what power resides within her, and probably doesn’t know the consequences of what she does.

She just performs the purification ritual according to her instincts or as taught by the Ark Central Administration. As she repeatedly performs the purification, she conceives a sacrifice in her belly, and eventually, a ‘price’ to be offered to hell is born.

It will probably tear Sira’s belly mercilessly and be born.

Moreover, Sira is only two years old on paper, but where she lives, there is a calamity called Karatkrum Obskulluzin, which forcibly distorts the growth and birth of all organic matter around it.

The fact that Sira’s residence is right next to Karatkrum Obskulluzin may be a ploy to facilitate ‘conception.’

“Ugh…”

“Are you okay?”

After that, Sira’s purification ritual was performed several more times.

She just ate that black and ominous malignancy and fanaticism with a body that hadn’t even undergone enhancement surgery, so it would be stranger if she were okay.

‘Probably—Sira… directly-or-indirectly-experiences-or-witnesses-the-behavior-of-fanatics-perpetrated-in-the-place-where-the-purification- ritual-is-performed.’

Indirect experience of all kinds of acts performed by fanatics who have lost their reason and mind…?

Considering that these acts are terrible things like murder, cannibalism, rape, orgies, fraud, and adultery, it’s no wonder that young Sira feels nauseous.

No, maybe it’s not just indirect, but she sees those painful things quite vividly… or maybe even ‘experiences’ them.

‘Theresa, calculate the healing formula.’

【It’s inefficient because it’s not cognitive magic. It’s more efficient to buy a potion and feed it to Sira.】

I’m not particularly good at healing magic, but it’s not like I can’t use it.

However, as Theresa said, to use one healing magic, I had to expend the energy to use three or four other attack magic or grand magic that would bring back memories of my Demon King days.

‘The kid is struggling right in front of me, why wait and buy a potion.’

【Human. I don’t recommend it.】

‘I can replenish the energy, so just do it.’

【…Understood.】

The formula wasn’t smooth because it was a process of forcibly squeezing synapses in the body to extract energy.

Having undergone fusion several times, my body had become free from physical battery or energy restrictions, but even considering that, the current healing formula was quite consuming.

Feeling the exhaustion at the end of my arm after a long time, I let out a low sigh and stroked the back of Sira, who was retching.

The trembling of her body gradually subsided, as if it was worth using this inefficient formula.

However, even I thought that healing magic wasn’t something to be used multiple times.

Rather than healing, it forcibly promoted hormone secretion in the body to induce mental stability, and forcibly proliferated cells in damaged or abnormal areas to create a recovery-like effect, so it was actually closer to ‘flesh transmutation.’

“Haa, haa… Ah, eh?”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Heh, heh… Guest! Did you do this for me? Thank you!”

Well, as a result, Sira’s face, which had been trembling, looked much better than before.

It must be painful.

It must be agonizing.

But even so, this child is purely grateful for the small kindness I showed her.

I’m an Overseer who came to watch you perform your role as a sacrifice.

But you’re still thanking me.

I don’t know if it’s the child’s innocence or what.

Thus, Sira’s ‘pilgrimage’ ended earlier than expected.

“Originally-the-pilgrimage-process-requires-traveling-around-the-entire-layer. So-it-takes-at-least-three-days-or-weeks-if-it’s-late, but-since Alice-is-here-today-, we-will-end- it-simply-.”

Even as he said that, Valet couldn’t hide his troubled feelings.

It’s hard to tell from his eyes or expression because he’s had full-body surgery, but I could tell from the atmosphere that several executors, including Valet, felt sorry for Sira.

They’re probably all someone’s parents, siblings, or siblings.

The reason they became executors is mostly because they want to create a world where their families can live in peace, and it wouldn’t look good to those people that Sira, who hasn’t committed any wrongdoing, is chosen as a sacrificial priestess and undergoes a painful pilgrimage.

Even I, who’s only been here for the first day, didn’t feel good, so how would the other executors feel?

Maybe only low-intelligence sociopaths or those who haven’t been judged as human wouldn’t care. If you’re human, it’s natural to feel sorry for Sira.

Anyway, that’s how my new Overseer life began in the Enchantment of the Fallen layer.

Marlang, who had a hard time adapting to the Enchantment of the Fallen layer at first, also seemed to like Sira very much and started playing with her in Sira’s playroom.

Sira’s body was an adult, and Marlang’s body was an eternal girl, but their mental age itself was quite similar, so they were enough as playmates.

In fact, Sira seemed happy thanks to Marlang, who had a similar sense of empathy(?).

That’s because Sira had no one she could call a friend.

Probably, from the moment she was born, she was stuck here with the role of a priestess and just played alone in her room.

No matter how much the executors feel sorry for Sira, they are forbidden from having more than necessary contact with her.

“Okay, today it’s chicken.”

“Gasp!”

“Gasp! What chicken, Guest!?”

“It’s mint chocolate chicken.”

“Aaaagh!”

“Dipped!!!”

My mission itself wasn’t anything special.

I just had to watch Sira next to her.

Sometimes play with her, check if she’s sleeping well, check if she washed her face in the morning. Check if she ate and brushed her teeth…

Well, I just had to take care of her and watch over her like a babysitter.

“Guest! Guest! What fairy tale are you going to read to me today?”

“Hmm… Is there anything you want to read?”

“Marlang!”

Coincidentally, Marlang was holding a fairly thick book in her hand.

“Extravaganza!”

“What’s that?”

“Marlang! It’s a love story between insects and a girl!”

“Oh, is that so? Then let’s all read it… Guwaaaaaaack!!!”

Anyway, the mission was easy.

I just had to take care of Sira next to me.

I also have experience taking care of immortal girls in the 3-digit range.

I was also the owner of 50 dolls, and just recently, I was in charge of a combat homunculus Marlang legion of 4 digits.

Compared to that, Marlang and one Sira weren’t even in the difficult category.

“Pilgrimage-time-is here.”

“…Okay.”

“Ha, it’s time? Guest, then I’ll be back!”

“Uh-uh, where are you going alone? We have to go together.”

“Ehh, but Guest. I like it when you pat me, but you’re having a hard time, right?”

Did she notice that I consume a lot of energy when I use forced healing formula?

Sira’s mental age is young, but she’s not an idiot.

“…It’s not hard. And you said you’d eat a hamburger in Hamelia. Then we have to go together.”

“Gasp! Hamelia!”

Of course, this mission wasn’t a direct mission from Rilstia, and it was like a common mission given to unspecified Overseers by several administrators, so I could refuse if I wanted to.

Even if I suddenly declared that the mission sucked and just gave up, my personnel rating would be slightly reduced and I would pay a small fine.

But I’m Rilstia’s direct Overseer and a high-ranking member, so the personnel rating doesn’t matter, and I’ve accumulated a considerable amount of money in my bank account while handling several previous missions.

It’s a mission that I can give up in the middle without any problems.

‘But if I refuse the mission, another Overseer will come here, right?’

Sira’s life is already hard.

The executors have to maintain neutrality as much as possible, so they sympathize with Sira and feel sorry for her, but they can’t directly contact her.

The only one who can have direct contact is me, the Overseer, but what if some stray dog I don’t know comes?

Even if the Overseer is someone who has been thoroughly verified, the 3rd-grade Overseer who picked a fight with me last time was someone who was colluding with the mega corp and trying to suck the blood of the demons.

I don’t know what kind of guy will come, so how can I leave Sira’s side?

“Marlang!”

“Marlang!”

“Sira, you don’t have to say Marlang.”

“But, I like it!”

You’re not Marlang anyway.

That’s how a month passed while spending time with Sira.

When I became familiar with the pilgrimage process and Sira’s daily life, I called Valet.

“Valet.”

“Yes-please-speak.”

“What do you think of Sira?”

“…The-Ark’s-peace-and-order-maintenance-mission… my-opinion-or-thoughts-are-not-important.”

“I’m not asking as an Overseer and executor. I’m asking as an individual.”

“…….”

Valet’s gaze, with a Robocop-like expressionless face, turned to somewhere other than me for a moment.

He seemed to be scanning the area to see if there were any listening devices or surveillance equipment.

Well, it’s only been a month since we met, so it wouldn’t be strange if he thought I was an Overseer conducting ideological verification.

“If it’s really hard to say, should I start by saying it?”

“….”

“I want to screw the central administration. I want to screw hell too. I just want to break the contract and everything.”

Valet’s eyes shook for the first time when he heard my words.

From his eyes, I could see suspicions blooming, such as ‘Is he testing me now?’, ‘Is he trying to verify the ideology of the executor and ferret out impure elements?!’

“……Overseer, I-will-pretend-I-did-not-hear-what-you-just-said.”

“Hey, let’s be honest. Do I look like an Overseer who’s going to do ideological verification on you guys?”

“….”

Well, the fact that I’ve been sticking with Sira all this time isn’t a lie.

Valet always seemed to be putting up an iron wall with an expressionless and indifferent face, but I could tell that he was relieved when he saw me taking care of Sira and being considerate of her.

Does he have a young child like Sira at home?

He must be thinking a lot about his child when he sees Sira.

“In the central’s terminology, Sira is referred to as a priestess, a noble being who sings and dances for God. But look at the reality. You know too. Sira doesn’t sing and dance for God.”

I decided to open my mouth further to Valet, who was shaking but still putting up an iron wall.

“Sira is struggling and writhing in pain from the sins and suffering held hostage in this layer of fanaticism. When that pain reaches its limit someday, it will tear Sira’s belly and be born… and we have to pick up Sira’s blood and the sacrifice that came out of her belly and offer it to hell. Isn’t that damn crazy? I’m seriously fucked up, you know?”

“Th, that’s…”

“It’s fucked up. Forcibly growing up a innocent child, and on top of that, making her conceive sins and offering her to hell? It’s fucked up just listening to it, but every time Sira smiles at me, I feel like rebelling against the central administration or whatever.”

“…!”

Finally, when words full of suspicion and distrust towards the central administration came out of my mouth, Valet finally realized that I was serious, widening his eyes.

“I’ll be honest. I have no intention of letting Sira’s belly be torn, and I’m not going to do any of the painful pilgrimages that Sira will do in the future.”

“B, but… Overseer-Alice-this-is-for-the-Ark-Central-Administration’s- peace-maintenance-. For-the-Greater-Cause-a-small-sacrifice-is…”

“If it’s a system that survives by sacrificing a innocent and pitiful child as a sacrifice, shouldn’t it be ruined?”

“…!”

It’s a digression, but Alice got a stat window and doesn’t usually look at it or use it well.

Why?

Because reality isn’t a game, and the one who ended up fucked up by living with a sense of the game was the previous owner of the stat window. And the world called Ark was especially harsh.

No, the stat window isn’t just a privilege for people from another world or returnees, but just a reference book to objectively judge their skills, especially when rebellion is happening right in front of them, the layer is hell, and a calamity is popping out.

There is a calamity.

Just one calamity has the potential to wipe out the entire Ark and humanity, and that calamity is living right next to humanity, whether it’s coexistence or parasitism, and there’s no way to estimate the number, not just one or two.

Since current life is so tight, it would be foolish to break through something or hang on to it with just a few simple perks or unique abilities.

Of course, there are often protagonists in creative works who take on a one-man show with just this one thing if they use it well, but Alice was far from meticulous planning and tended to be impulsive and act as she pleased.

The reason why I’m talking about the stat window all of a sudden is because Theresa was the one who looked at and browsed Alice’s stat window more often than Alice herself.

【Terrain identification…】

【Mana metaphysics application】

【Synapse adaptation…】

Alice is the owner of Alice’s body, but at the same time, Theresa also has control over Alice’s body and the right to use her abilities.

While Alice is sleeping, Theresa awakens and guards the surroundings, finds things that Alice doesn’t know or recognize. She eliminates anything that could be a threat or fulfills what Alice wants while she sleeps.

And this time too, it was the same.

Alice wanted to trample on the hellish thing.

She wanted to trample on the contract or whatever that was torturing a innocent child and making her a sacrifice, and coincidentally, Theresa’s heart was in tune with Alice’s.

Now that their hearts were in tune, all that was left was to execute it.

And to move to ‘execution’, they had to find the subject of the contract, of course.

【Found it.】

The hell hidden in this layer.