episode_0011

The Creator, Lucia.

A being from the original work along with the demon, Damian, whose true identity and plot points were not properly resolved.

She only appeared a few times in the past descriptions of the saint, and I don’t know much about her since I haven’t read the original work properly.

However, my instincts were clear.

The woman in front of me is definitely Lucia.

“Damian, it seems that the peace treaty we made was of no use after all. It looks like you’re ready to break the rules first.”

I am not Damian.

Therefore, I didn’t know what peace treaty he had made before I possessed him.

So I needed to improvise appropriately.

“Lucia, why should I abide by such a trivial treaty? If there are boundaries set by promises, betrayal can follow, right?”

“Hmm, you’re quite audacious, Damian. Even if your priests have been killing our priests, weakening my power, I would have twisted your neck and wrung it if it weren’t for that.”

“It’s best not to say such things. Those who believe in me are increasing even now, so as time passes, the gap between you and me widens.”

Alright, it seems I’ve successfully matched Damian’s tone.

It seems fitting that his appearance resembles a parasite that would suit a sly speech, but this tone is truly cliché.

Fortunately, it doesn’t seem too off yet.

“Damian, I know well what you desire. I know that world domination and such are all deceptions. However, what you are doing crosses the line. The number of innocent citizens sacrificed in the wars your priests have caused…”

“Lucia, do you think I would have any sympathy for them? Do you think I would stop here with just a slight emotion like that?”

“…Yes, you won’t stop… I see, you’ve already decided everything.”

What nonsense.

He didn’t even give me time to decide.

He’s just roughly piecing together the story, although he seems to have lucked out.

“I cannot interfere with your body, so do as you please, but pass on all the annoying tasks to me…”

Is there a reason why neither Damian nor Lucia revealed themselves in the original work, as she said?

Annoying tasks…

I don’t really understand.

“In the end, when all your priests and the leaders of the evil sect are dead, won’t they come back again? If that’s the case, then fulfill your wishes as you rise again.”

She sighed deeply as if she had given up something.

“Although an hour of spare time was given, it seems you won’t listen no matter how much I speak now. If there’s another chance to talk later, let’s meet then.”

Unexpectedly, she quickly sent me back more than I thought.

She chuckled and said, “By the way, you need more practice with your speech; you’re not Damian.”

Before I could ask about her final words, my vision distorted and returned to my original form.

Dizziness, nausea, and even a feeling of pressure on my brain.

With a complete set of discomforts, I returned to normal.

“Teacher? Teacher! Are you okay?”

As soon as I regained my composure, the voice I heard was Teresia calling me.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just saw a familiar face for a moment.”

“Teacher… Phew… You seem to be calming down a bit.”

Teresia returned to her usual tone as if she had never used informal language.

And then she explained the current situation to me.

“The teacher collapsed, and about two hours passed. It’s still quiet outside. After the teacher suddenly collapsed, Abel quickly conveyed the situation… Oh well, I have to go back and convey the situation again.”

She said that and quickly disappeared.

Looks like she brought a lot of scrolls.

As she left and it became quiet, there was finally time to think about what had happened earlier.

“…He clearly said I wasn’t Damian.”

Did she know from the beginning, or did she realize it in the middle?

How she found out wasn’t such an important fact.

What’s important right now is that she knows I’m not Damian.

“…Complicated.”

I didn’t want to, but I involuntarily turned into this body and became evil.

Somehow, I ended up living in this world, trying to live normally by helping the children who believed in me, who had faith in me.

But this time, I met a completely opposite god named Lucia.

And this time, it seems like my possession has been completely exposed.

It was more important that I was caught rather than whether she knew from the beginning or found out in the middle.

“Sigh, feels like my head is splitting.”

A terrible headache crept up from my head.

My head felt like it was going to split, and a tingling sensation spread from my head to my toes, covering my whole body.

As time passed, it got better, but the feeling of my insides being twisted was unbearable.

“Sigh…”

My head feels cold.

Lying alone, forgotten memories sporadically came to mind.

“Oh right, the saint used to go to the tree behind the papal residence whenever she was in danger.”

It was an unremarkable tree, but whenever something happened, whenever there was a war or battle, she always went to that tree.

By now, news must have reached the papal residence.

Using my power, I moved swiftly behind the papal residence.

During the banquet, I had kept an eye on a strange tree in the distance, so moving there swiftly wasn’t too difficult.

Sure enough, the saint was standing in front of the tree, holding a sword and praying.

“Cheonani.”

That was supposed to confirm the target’s true intentions.

Eyes that confirmed whether it was true or false, eyes that verified the truth.

Thus, the way I am now can be seen as all false through those eyes.

Therefore, I lightly undid the disguise that Teresia had put on.

Since meeting Lucia, the influence of sanctity on me has greatly diminished.

Whether my body had adapted or because of going to her room, I’m not sure why it doesn’t work for a while.

“Who are you? This presence… Adolf.”

The saint, as usual, was calm, emotionless, like a doll.

I had never seen her smile once while watching her all this time.

What could be the reason for that?

She had already been broken for a long time.

Yes, since becoming a saint.

“Rebecca, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been three days, no, one day since Adolf disappeared. I’m not exactly sure where you’ve been, but if it’s you I’ve seen, then it’s certain that you’re someone just and strong enough to help us.”

Her eyes met mine.

Those eyes that revealed no emotion were too chilling.

“You didn’t tell the Pope that you were hiding your appearance. If those who receive pure faith and love from everyone leave without anyone knowing, there must be a reason.”

She didn’t ask why I was here right now.

It wasn’t ignorance or indifference.

It was an event that arose from a strangely blind trust based on an inexplicable belief.

“Adolf, if you happen to come back here again, please come and visit me. I will prepare something you will like when that time comes.”

She said that and soon walked triumphantly with a sword in hand.

Then she turned around once and said,

“It was nice to be called by my name this time, Mr. Damian.”

…What?

I chased after her, but she quickly entered the Vatican.

Damian, Damian.

A name of evil, and a name as the Pope of the Church of Evil.

“…It was nice to be called by my name.”

I glanced back for a moment and then returned home.

“Teacher, you’re here. I didn’t expect you to leave without saying anything, not even Adele…”

“Sorry, I had some business to attend to.”

Just as it came to mind, unexpectedly, she seemed to see through my identity, but I discovered a strange piece of information: she did not reveal that fact to the Pope.

Moreover, I even heard her say to come find her if I ever return.

“Rumors are already spreading that a temple has risen outside. The priests are preparing, and those with faith will grasp weapons. And the Grand Magus Ksipos has come out.”

“Let’s go out.”

We went outside wearing the research robes we had worn before.

I even used the transformation magic I had released before to return to my ordinary face.

“Teacher, you must decide now. Whether to save the Saintess and the Pope, or to kill them here.”

“…Yes, I must decide now. It’s okay to kill them.”

I too firmly adjusted my thoughts.

Having seen the worldview of the main characters, it was not to understand their lives, but there was no reason to sympathize with them.

Therefore, it was okay to kill them.

“Oh, but I want to talk to the Saintess, so please bear with her.”

“I will do as you say, Teacher.”

After those words, when we came out, many people were clamoring and lining the streets.

And among them, like at the tower, we met eyes again with Grand Magus Ksipos.

“Chugikyeong-nim! What is going on?”

“Adolpeu-nim, Rei-nim. They said you disappeared from Matap, making it difficult for everyone to find you, but you were here all along! It’s fortunate that you’re here now, please come quickly! The holy war has begun!”

Ksiposeu, who had been manipulated, casually led us to the Papal Palace.

The Pope, who upheld the Holy Empire for many years.

Now is the time for his downfall to come.

“Young heroes, Rebecca will take responsibility for where you have been all this time. The holy war has begun, prepare for it!”

The moment Terasia heard those words, she used magic to blow up the Pope’s head… Huh?

“Teacher, why do you look like that? Didn’t the teacher say it’s okay to kill? This is a good situation to implement Abel’s optimal plan. Killing now is the right thing to do.”

“…I see.”

It was too sudden.

No, why did a magic circle suddenly burst and the Pope’s head…

“Phew, yes, Rebecca has been acting strange lately, and somehow… I felt something was off because of this.”

Unexpectedly, the victory was intact.

He smiled with a chilling expression, tightly gripping the hammer in his hand.

Although the opponent had aged, they were a true monster combining exceptional abilities, genius talent, and seasoned experience.

“Now, heroes… no, betrayers. Come at me with all you’ve got.”

He swung the hammer fiercely.

It was the clash between the protagonist and the final boss from the beginning of the battle.