Chapter 41 : The Older Sister and Younger Sister’s Story

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Please be advised that, limited to the early parts, individuals may experience distress, potentially significant, depending on personal

sensitivity.

This content does not significantly impact the main story.

If you feel you cannot handle the distressing content, you may read only the latter part , or skip it entirely without issue!

This is from the perspective of Han Bom, the older sister of the protagonist, Han Gyeoul.

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Have you ever seen someone trapped in a cult?

The members of cults, no different from con artists, especially those who proselytize, cunningly draw in ordinary people.

They often hang signs advertising meditation classes or psychological therapy groups.

I lived dedicating all my income to the Bishop, whom I believed to be the ‘Incarnation of God’, and spent every day reciting prayers with

strange melodies.

I had never once thought, since birth, that this was wrong.

Because that’s what I learned from my parents, from the Leader, and from fellow believers.

I had heard it repeated until my ears bled that it wasn’t just our church, but all other churches across the country operated this way.

The incident that made me realize something was strange about the religion we believed in stemmed from a very simple and minor change.

-“Unni! Let’s play together today too!”

-“Sorry, I’m a bit tired today…”

The older sisters, who usually smiled and played with me readily, pushed my hand away with tired faces.

It looked like they hadn’t slept properly; dark shadows hung over their faces.

Seeing their obviously tired appearance, I tilted my head in confusion, but I couldn’t guess the reason.

I just assumed they must have been busy lately.

However, as more and more sisters began to wear faces etched with deep worry, similar to the eldest sisters, my suspicion grew.

‘Are they gathering at night without me for some fun game?’

At first, it was a simple and naive suspicion.

Since the timing nearly coincided with my birthday, I even hoped for a surprise party just for me.

But when this happened repeatedly, steadily over several years, and eventually even the children my age started having the same expressions

as the older sisters.

I came to realize what was happening inside the Leader’s room, the one with the sign ‘Sanctuary’.

One night, I secretly followed one of the older sisters who was leaving the room, her face deathly pale.

Suppressing my footsteps, I followed her, and her steps stopped in front of a place all too familiar to me.

-“Have you come?”

-“Yes.”

-“Enter.”

After the brief exchange, the sister went inside the room.

Soon after, as I pressed my ear against the door, shocking sounds began to reach me.

-Huuh… Inside, please, no…!”

Although I was young, I wasn’t so naive as to not understand the meaning of the moans and pleas coming through the thick wooden door.

After several hours, the eldest sister emerged from the room, her clothes disheveled, tidying her messy hair.

Her face, usually cheerful and positive, was stained with tears, and her once-lustrous hair was stiff and half-whitened.

Seeing her burst into muffled sobs the moment she confirmed the Leader’s door was fully closed, my legs gave out, and I collapsed.

“Ah, ah.”

I don’t clearly remember what happened after that.

I ran to the police and told them what was happening.

The police didn’t seem to believe me, but they dispatched officers anyway.

Fortunately, the police weren’t entirely incompetent.

They immediately collected clear evidence, such as used condoms from the sexual acts, and arrested the Leader.

However, punishment was not carried out.

It was due to the very simple and predictable reason: ‘The victims did not want punishment.’

Indeed, the actual criminal case could not be proven, except for the eldest sister who had explicit evidence of sexual assault within her body.

This was because the other victims, the other sisters, refused to speak about it.

Ultimately, after a formal agreement between the eldest sister and the Leader, the Leader was released without charges.

There was plenty of circumstantial evidence, but no physical proof.

The victims remained silent.

The victims themselves hid the evidence.

The victims even defended the perpetrator, the Bishop.

In the courtroom where this nonsensical situation unfolded, I, who was scheduled to testify as a witness, looked at the Bishop sitting in the

defendant’s seat.

As if he had been waiting for me to look his way, the Bishop met my gaze at just the right moment.

The instant our eyes met, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

It was a meaningful smile, as if he knew exactly what I had done.

That day, I withdrew from the courtroom without being able to say a single word as a witness.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, after the incident I caused, the Bishop never called me to ‘that room’.

A long time passed like that.

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People often gain enlightenment only after sacrificing what was most important in their lives.

In my case, it was my younger brother, who one day turned into a girl with horns.

-“It’s merely counseling for her concerns. It’s about enlightening believer Gyeoul, who has now become a female believer. What believer Yejin

worries about will not happen.”

-“You mean the ‘thing I worry about’… right?”

In response to my suspicious gaze, the Bishop simply offered a hollow laugh.

It was obvious what ‘the thing I worry about’ meant.

-“You understand the meaning, don’t you? And believer Yejin knows very well that I do not lie often.”

Since the Bishop faithfully followed the commandment that a self-proclaimed god must not lie, I couldn’t say much, though I didn’t know his

true intentions.

Defying this man would only result in a cold reaction from my family.

While washing my younger brother, I observed his changed body.

Skin as white as snow, eyes shining golden like opals, and proportions and a figure like something out of a painting.

It was a beauty that could easily be imagined to have sprung from fantasy, but the most striking feature was the horns on her head.

The beautiful appearance, body, and horns combined exuded a mystique like a woman from mythology – yet Han Bom, the older sister of the

small girl before her, could faintly sense that this was her younger brother.

Although his appearance had changed, his characteristic way of speaking and his unconfident gaze remained the same.

‘He’s become totally cute…’

Thinking about the horrific things this cute sibling, now turned into a girl, might face in the future made me feel nauseous.

Of course, given what he told me, he probably wouldn’t touch Gyeoul in that way right away… but you never know what might happen.

Even I, as a woman, find her this attractive; could that crazy pervert Bishop truly restrain his lust?

Lost in such thoughts, I held onto my sibling, who seemed about to move due to discomfort.

-“I’ll wash you, so stay still.”

-“…Ngh.”

-“Tell me immediately if it tickles or hurts.”

After saying that, I began to wash her smooth, soft, hairless skin.

Thanks to my experience washing the younger girls at the church, the shower was completed efficiently and quickly.

-“All done.”

After the shower, I dried her hair and applied some simple makeup.

I only did the makeup because I wanted to see it, but it suited my sibling so well that I couldn’t bring myself to remove it.

My sibling, too, seemed startled anew by their own reflection, staring blankly into the mirror.

Thinking that such an innocent child might be corrupted by the Bishop, I couldn’t hide my bitterness as I spoke.

-“…I’ll tell you beforehand, Gyeoul.”

-“Hm?”

-“I’m sorry.”

My sibling probably didn’t realize it, but that apology held many meanings for me.

I’m sorry for not being the kind of sister who could get you out of this cult.

I’m sorry for being a pathetic sister who runs away even knowing it’s wrong.

I’m sorry for being such a powerless sister.

Leaving only that single word of apology, my family and I left our home.

Hoping for my sibling’s successful repentance.

However, feeling an inexplicable unease, I returned home using the excuse ‘I forgot my wallet’.

My sibling’s sharp scream echoed from inside the house.

As soon as I heard that sound, I grabbed a brick from the flowerbed in front of the house—

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Low-Level Magic: <Lightning Bolt>.

With a simple hand gesture, mana was ejected.

The mana took the form of lightning and struck the targets in a chain reaction.

Leaving behind the sprawled guards and their incredibly loud screams, Gyeoul, along with Yejin, asked the three people standing on the

stadium field.

“This building, right?”

“Yes, that’s right! Correct! She’s probably in the basement over there!”

Gyeoul warned them they’d better be prepared if they were lying, then followed their guidance into the building.

“…Nuna.”

In the basement of the building, on a bed in a secluded room, Gyeoul was able to rescue her peacefully sleeping older sister.

Her nutritional state was normal, and there were no apparent signs of beating or drugging.

It meant she was simply sound asleep.

“…You guys were lucky.”

If there had been any sign they had dared to lay a hand on her sister, Gyeoul had intended to make the users involved in the kidnapping pay a

fitting price directly—

But fortunately for them, it seemed acceptable to just hand over their identities to the police and judges.

“Turn yourselves in or something. If you don’t confess to the police within a day… you know what happens, right?”

Gyeoul gestured by holding her wrist near her neck and flicking it, mimicking a throat-slitting motion.

The sight of their uniformly pale faces was satisfying.

It’s just desserts, after all.

Not wanting to look at their dazed faces any longer, Gyeoul flew up into the sky.

“…Gyeoul?”

“Ah, Nuna. Are you awake?”

“…Yeah. Just a moment ago, I was definitely in a room, but now I’m in your arms. What happened?”

“It’s a long story… See that ice over there?”

Gyeoul pointed to the massive glacier that not only filled but overflowed the soccer stadium as she spoke.

“The bad guys who kidnapped you, Nuna, I froze them all. Whether they live or die is up to them.”

Hearing the words laced with subtle anger towards those who had touched his sister, Han Bom smiled and gently stroked her sibling.

“…You’re amazing. Thank you, Gyeoul.”

“…Whatever.”

Grumbling yet blushing, Gyeoul looked exactly like the younger sibling from her childhood, over a decade ago.

Held in her admirable sibling’s arms, Han Bom looked down at the city, now appearing distant and far below.

It was high enough that people and cars looked the size of ants, but being held in her sibling’s embrace, she didn’t feel particularly scared.

I had assumed my sibling hated me.

Because Gyeoul had experienced something traumatic enough to last a lifetime due to my actions, I naturally thought that would be the case.

But despite having such a pathetic older sister, my sibling would often ask how I was doing.

And even now, when their sister was in trouble—

Gyeoul appeared like a hero from an old tale and saved this bad sister from terrifying villains.

Feeling relieved and incredibly proud, seeing the sibling who had always seemed small now appear immense, my vision blurred with tears

without me realizing.

“Nuna… are you okay?”

“Uh, hmm?”

“…Because you’re crying. It’s those [Helbando] bastards’ fault, isn’t it? Instead of just freezing them, I should have thrown them into hellfire“

“No, I’m really okay! It’s just, I was thinking about how much you’ve grown…”

“If that’s all it is, then I’m relieved, but still, please don’t cry.”

Saying that it made Gyeoul sad too when Nuna cried, my sibling took a handkerchief from a pocket and gently wiped away my tears with a

delicate touch.

For some reason, the face looking at me with concern while wiping my tears seemed a little cool.

“Your face looks a little red too, maybe you have a fever or…?”

“No!”