Witness the Miracle – 2

After exerting all my strength to the limit, I simply closed my eyes to the onrushing sleep.

Leaving Master, who was crying buckets like a faucet had been turned on, behind, I entrusted my everything to human instinct.

And now, before I could even adapt to the newly arrived dimension, the people surrounding me were giving me a headache.

[Dimensional Shift Count: 8]

The number floated before my eyes. Already eight times, huh? That’s a lot.

Some people only die once in their entire lives, and I’ve died eight times. God damn it.

My eyes, briefly blinded by the intense light, gradually began to adjust to the darkness.

I slowly took in the surrounding scenery.

The scenery was similar to Emma’s dimension. Of course, it had a slightly more antique feel to it.

I thought the scenery of Spain, which I had visited without knowing anything in my twenties, was similar to this.

Ah… where am I this time? What am I this time?

Just when I’m about to get used to it, I die and get transported somewhere else, it’s like I’ve become the protagonist in a roguelike game.

“…Wh-What is your name?”

A woman next to me asked.

I didn’t know she was there until she spoke.

Her blonde hair, in the garb of a nun I had seen somewhere, immediately caught my eye.

And, her breasts, which were incomparably larger than Master’s or Mina’s, pierced through the darkness and struck my eyes directly.

I could see people prostrating themselves around me.

In a situation that was difficult to understand without someone’s explanation, I answered the woman’s question.

“Kang In-ho.”

The woman who asked me my name fell to the ground.

“S-Saint… nim.”

The surroundings were so quiet that her muttering was clearly audible to my ears.

Saint?

“The Saint has come!!”

“The Saint has come!!!”

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the people below the platform shouted in unison.

This was a situation similar to when I first entered the Black Heaven Cult.

Unknown faith, trust, and fanaticism.

What the hell is this now?

It seemed that it would take a lot of time to adapt to this dimension.

The next day, the Papal State was bustling.

The fact that a criminal who had been executed the day before had come back to life was enough to make people faint, but he had been resurrected while scattering holy light in all directions,

This was undoubtedly a major event that would require the Pope to do three somersaults in the air.

Therefore, Lunio, the current Pope of Solarium, dressed in well-arranged robes and headed for the Grand Cathedral.

Opening the doors of the Grand Cathedral and entering, he saw many people standing in their designated places.

Lunio sat in his seat and looked around.

On the left were a group of Holy Knights armed with thick armor.

These were the people in charge of Solarium’s actual military power, and they fought against heretics.

In the center was a group of Bishops with the most power after the Pope.

They are responsible for managing each parish.

On the right was a group of Inquisitors.

If the Holy Knight’s role is to fight against enemies outside of Solarium, these people are responsible for fighting against enemies within.

“……”

The Pope paused for a moment, scanning the faces of the people gathered in the Grand Cathedral.

Despite his aging body, his eyes still shone sharply.

How many years has it been since people gathered like this, wasn’t it when the Holy War of the previous generation was decided?

Lunio thought.

Summon to the Grand Cathedral.

For Solarium, this did not simply mean gathering people.

Since ancient times, summons to the Grand Cathedral have only been made in the following situations.

When a new Pope is elected.

When more than 50% of the Holy Knights must be dispatched due to war with heretics.

When the entire parish must concentrate its power due to heretics and demon worshippers.

And.

When the Saint appears.

“I think everyone knows why we gathered today.”

Lunio opened his mouth.

“[When chaos increases in the world, I will send my most holy son to save you.]”

Lunio recited a passage from the Bible.

“[Treat my messenger who comes with light as you would treat your guests.]”

As soon as Lunio finished speaking, the people gathered in the Grand Cathedral murmured softly.

“I heard that a divine light was emitted from the dead, and all the damaged bodies were restored to their original state. This morning, we confirmed that there was no malicious intervention in this.”

Lunio dragged out his words.

“The Saint who has always been mentioned in the Bible may have appeared.”

“So, we need to verify it.”

At Lunio’s signal, Maria, who had been waiting outside, guided Inho into the Grand Cathedral.

Although he was a criminal until yesterday, today he was treated differently.

Everyone’s eyes were on Inho.

Inho, receiving those gazes, followed Maria across the Chapel without showing any signs of intimidation.

Pope Lunio took out a sword from the space under the platform.

It was a sword with an impressive white scabbard.

Lunio slowly descended from the platform and stood face to face with Inho.

He made the Sign of the Cross and handed the sword to Inho.

“Please, take it.”

The sword passed from Lunio’s hand to Inho’s hand.

Inho took the sword, stroked the scabbard, and appraised the sword.

-Gulp

Watching the scene, Lunio swallowed.

“Would you… like to draw the sword?”

At Lunio’s words, Inho grabbed the scabbard.

-Swish

As the scabbard slid away, the sound of metal echoed through the Grand Cathedral.

From the gradually revealed blade, a pure white light emanated softly from the sword.

As Inho, who had drawn the sword, stared blankly at the white shining blade, the Pope prostrated himself on the spot.

“Oh, Saint! A humble servant of light has only now recognized you!”

Following the Pope, everyone gathered in the Grand Cathedral prostrated themselves on the spot.

“I have a favor to ask.”

While everyone had their faces to the ground, Inho’s voice was thrown over their heads.

“Anything, Saint nim.”

The Pope said, bowing his head further.

“I’m dirty, I want to wash up.”

As soon as Inho finished speaking, the Pope raised his head.

“As you wish, Saint nim.”

The risen Pope turned to the Holy Knights.

“[The world is turbid, foul odors abound everywhere, and impure things pour out. You must erase everything according to the words of my messenger.]”

“Now that the Saint has ordered us to eliminate the groups who do not fear the light, we must all prepare.”

“Commander!”

“Yes! I will immediately organize the selection.”

“Inquisitors…!”

“We will begin the execution of the sinners immediately.”

“Bishops, inform each parish. We will soon be launching an all-out war.”

“Understood. Everything is according to the will of light.”

People moved busily, and the Grand Cathedral became noisy.

Inho, who was at the center of all this commotion, simply watched this scene with an enigmatic expression that ordinary people could not understand.

‘No, I just said I wanted to wash up because I haven’t been able to since yesterday, what the hell is all this?’

Inho, who had a severe migraine, pressed his temples with his fingers.