episode_0016

As people live, similar moments always occur.

I can’t tell if I’m extremely lucky or extremely bad.

It’s a truly incredible moment of coincidence and coincidence that happens over and over again.

That’s exactly the situation I’m going through right now.

“I’m sorry for coming without permission. We are also in a situation like this.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I used a trick because the opponent is a phantom who can’t even meet the princess freely. Please understand this part?”

… … No, if the princess tells you to come out, you’ll come out right away, right?

What if the opponent was a simple noble?

What kind of nerve do you have to show against the royal family, and the crown princess at that.

Just how arrogant and shameless is Phantom known to be?

If it is to the extent that it is believed that one must resort to expedients, even refusing the princess’s orders.

“Hehe, it’s embarrassing if you stare at me too much. I’m quite shy after all.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry too.”

Saint Beatrice pouring a generous amount of sugar into steaming hot cocoa.

She and I were sitting side by side, just the two of us, with a table between us.

A great writer given by God who causes a stir in the empire every time he publishes a work.

He said that he had something to share secretly only with the Phantom.

Thanks to that, Isabella is able to take refuge for a while, and the knights who were acting as escorts are also away.

I had to have a private conversation with the saint, who had her eyes closed and was only smiling beautifully.

‘Haa, Mr. Renoir… … ‘

When I asked about the details, I was told that they first went to Killigruger and found out my whereabouts.

Killigruger and Gelorusina.

In order to make contact with the unidentified phantom who only meets the two extreme figures.

It’s not like he came here out of fandom to make a fuss, and since it’s a matter related to the Vatican, it seems Renoir couldn’t do anything about it.

I told him that I was currently visiting the Gelorusina Theater Company, on the condition that he would not ask for the identity of the playwright Phantom.

It’s a bit annoying to leak information, but I guess I can forgive you since a mere actor can’t show off his courage against a saint.

“But how did you know that I was looking at the saint? From what I heard, the saint, so… … ”

“You’re blind? You can’t see anything in front of you?”

Ugh.

It was clearly a question asked with that intention, but it pricked my conscience when it was directly pointed out to me.

There are few things more rude than asking a disabled person about his or her disability.

“It’s okay. Everyone is curious.”

The saintess gently waves her hand as if to say that there is no need to worry about it.

She smiled, smoothing a strand of silver hair that had stuck out.

“When one light is lost, another light will come in. Although I cannot see the world like others, I can see the waterways of the soul with these two eyes.”

“The waterway of the soul?”

“Hmm, if that’s too grandiose of an expression, should I say it’s a flow of energy? Like a whitish smoke gathering and forming a human shape? ”

As she said this, the saint lifted her tightly shut eyelids.

Then, a hazy, grayish-white pupil was revealed, indicating loss of vision.

“The movement of a person is the movement of energy. Even if you try to move just one muscle, the energy in your body will gather to one point. I just observe where the energy gathers in the body. The place where the energy is concentrated is the part you are currently using.”

… … Are you some kind of blind master from a martial arts novel? Someone who sees with the mind’s eye rather than the naked eye?

I’ve often seen settings where someone loses their sight but develops other senses, but it was a new experience to actually meet someone similar.

But the saint’s extraordinary talent is okay for now.

The key question is why she came to see the playwright Phantom.

The saintess also felt the need to explain this point, so she put down the cup of cocoa she was slurping and opened her mouth.

“Let me get straight to the point. Please write a script for the church, Phantom.”

“Yes?”

You want me to write a play script? Out of the blue, for the classroom?

“That… …I’m sorry, but this is a bit of a strange request. If you want a holiday performance, wouldn’t it be enough to mobilize the priests of the church? I know there are already many standardized works.”

This is a medieval world where religion and faith occupy a large part of life.

It is quite a common routine for churches to perform plays during holidays such as Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving.

The various doctrines and ethical teachings contained in the Bible as a means of maintaining the community.

The purpose is to borrow the shell of a performance to convey this to the public in an easy and interesting way.

Before I debuted as Phantom, I was exposed to such religious plays over and over again to the point of boredom.

But the saint simply shook her head.

“I’m not talking about a script for the common people. We already have a lot of those. On the contrary, I’m asking you to write a play for the knights of the battlefield.”

“A play for the knights?”

“You’ve probably heard about the latest news on the Northern Front, right? The stories of the bravery of those who are waging a holy war against the demons there.”

Of course I’ve heard of it.

This is the place where Rosalind’s father was serving in the army until recently.

The orthodox warrior family, Arture, is also interested in this issue.

‘You said you were roughly blocking the advance of the Demon Legion?’

The home of the demons and undead, said to be located at the end of the North Sea.

It was an important stronghold that carried out defensive battles to block the legions that periodically invaded there.

But the problem is that no matter how much you kill, the number of enemies does not decrease.

“War has a way of wearing down the mind and body of a person. Even a knight armed with a strong faith is no exception.”

The saint opened her mouth in a calm, composed voice.

“Even after years, the bloody battle with the Demons shows no sign of ending. Because of this, the knights who are on the campaign are becoming increasingly disillusioned. Even though countless comrades have been lost in this endless battle, the Heavenly God is just watching.”

For some unknown reason, the number of legions does not decrease at all.

Due to the extreme environment of the northern snowfields, it is impossible to establish a base.

No matter how great the temple is, isn’t it the perfect condition for soldiers to become physically and mentally exhausted?

“For someone who has converted to the priesthood to lose their faith is to lose their life. What the paladins need now is a means to replenish their fading faith.”

She concluded her speech with a gaze more desperate and desperate than that of a person with normal vision, through her tightly closed eyelids.

“I want you to provide the means, Phantom. With your greatest talent, the power to move people’s hearts.”

“You are flattering me. Do you trust my talents enough to entrust me with such an important task?”

The saintess smiled warmly at the hinted words.

She answered, stretching out her fingers one by one from the index to the middle fingers.

“Admiral Lee inspired the Imperial soldiers, Julius Caesar changed the values of Imperial politicians, and Chaplin’s comedy breathed new life into the hearts of the weary people. Even a three-year-old would know who to choose, Phantom?”

“… … ”

Honestly, if I was Ha Eun-seong in my past life, I probably wouldn’t have been happy about this request.

I have never had a religious belief in my life, and I have no particular obligation to personally promote a particular religion.

But in this world, faith is real, not fake.

God is definitely real, and priests perform real miracles with their divine powers.

Without going far, isn’t the holy woman Yeha, who received the holy calling, standing clearly before me?

In this world, the ones who chose to serve in the military to protect humanity were the knights.

It was a difficult request to refuse, to help them carry out their mission without being discouraged by the tribulations.

“Of course I’m not asking for it for free. I’m willing to pay a price that I don’t mind paying.”

The saintess who first brings up the topic of conservatism, perhaps because she understands silence as an internal conflict.

She smiled brightly and cooed in a somewhat wistful tone.

“Acting and writing plays are both labor for daily living. I can’t just use them for free when I’m demanding their labor at will. The compensation comes from my personal treasury, not the Vatican, so please don’t feel burdened.”

“Hmm, you’re more flexible than I thought?”

“Well, I also grew up poor in a shabby orphanage when I was young. So I know. How horrible it is to exploit others for free under the pretense of a sense of duty. Those authors should be burned at the stake, but God will forgive them and say they are innocent.”

“Ahahaha… … ”

“Ah. And one more thing.”

She added, playfully raising her index finger.

“If you are satisfied with the results, I can give you additional non-material compensation. Anything within the scope of what I, as a saint, can do.”

“Hmm, anything?”

“Oh my? But you can’t ask me to go on a date? After all, I’m a woman who has become a priest.”

… … That’s obvious. How dare you flirt with a saint when you don’t even have three or four lives?

The same goes for Princess Diana von Clausewitz, whom I met at the fan meeting.

Even when you know that the jokes of those above you are joking, they still send shivers down your spine.

After the saintess returned with the knights.

“A religious play, a religious play to raise the morale of the knights… … ”

When I returned to the dorm, I kept walking back and forth in front of my desk, holding my special fountain pen.

While worrying about which great person to choose to efficiently complete the given quest.

‘The first thing that came to mind was the Passion play of Jesus… … ‘

Passion play. A religious play that vividly depicts the persecution suffered by Jesus Christ.

The suffering under Pontius Pilate, the resulting death, and the holy resurrection that follows are the main themes of the Passion Play.

As it depicts the crucifixion of the Messiah, it also has great religious significance, so much so that it is a tradition for Catholics to perform a passion play every Lent.

But the idea was rejected faster than the speed of light.

Jesus is the only begotten son of the original God in the world, but in this world, he is just a character we have never heard of.

If a character like that comes out with all kinds of settings similar to a Mary Sue attached to it, there’s no way they’ll get a good response.

‘I’m glad I don’t get cursed at and called blasphemy.’

In the end, the idea of choosing Jesus as the main character was completely canceled.

In addition, we explored various forms such as morality plays, liturgical plays, Adam plays, and miracle plays.

Clearly, the Bible is a creative pot containing countless writing materials.

But the problem was that none of them really resonated.

Isn’t the purpose of writing this script right now to greatly boost the morale of the knights?

‘But that’s impossible with ordinary materials.’

What a knight weary of slaughter needs is not some boring religious sermon.

If you force something like that on them, it will only cause resentment and make them even more skeptical.

What they need is a fresh stimulus that can rekindle their dead fighting spirit and re-establish their fading faith.

To put it simply, it was a scam.

It makes you cry out ‘Hallelujah!’ in ignorance and shed tears.

I am proud to say that I follow this religion.

‘… … But who on earth could give such a high?’

Adam and Eve, the great flood and Noah’s Ark, David and Goliath, the trial of Solomon, the Virgin Mary, etc.

Even if I just think about the episodes I remember, they all lack intensity by 2%.

However, if we try to find references outside the Bible, we will lack the holiness that would inspire faith.

“Haa. This is a headache.”

I stopped thinking about the Bible for a while because I couldn’t come up with any good ideas.

And then, while crossing my legs, I was thinking in a completely different direction.

“… … !”

At that moment, a book on the bookshelf caught my eye.

It was an old educational book titled .

‘Did you buy it last semester to take a religion class?’

I took the class because it was a 1-credit class required for graduation, but honestly, I was either doing something else or dozing off the whole time.

The content was very boring as it was close to an introduction to religious history, and since it was a one-credit class, neither the professor nor the students were particularly enthusiastic.

But they say that even dog poop can sometimes be used as medicine.

“Is there anything that can inspire you?”

I didn’t have high expectations and just started playing the game.

Compared to the religions of reality, the religions of this world are somewhat weak in substance.

Even if you just look at the records for adults, they become considerably more shabby the further back in time you go.

I guess it’s because it’s a fantasy world, so the saints who performed miracles belong to the realm of actual ‘history’ and not myth.

Most of their actions are extremely unclear, and there are even people who don’t even have names and are simply referred to as ‘the saint who caused OOO.’

… … If you look at it this way, it is a religion with more holes than you might think, but it still runs smoothly simply because the existence of God and the manifestation of miracles have been proven.

‘Is this why proving the existence of God is so important?’

While I was snickering and continuing to turn the boring pages.

“Huh?”

My eyes stopped on one page.

The general history and miracles of a saint, engraved on old paper.

Because it was very similar to someone from my past life on Earth that I remember.

Of course, as I mentioned earlier, there were many gaps in the records, so it couldn’t be said to be completely identical.

widely!

“Is this okay?”

A single word muttered as he immediately covered up the heat.

Now that I think about it, it’s unlikely that even if I create a completely original play, I’ll see much of an effect.

Rather, it is certain that something with a solid reference will be more appealing to religious people.

And when I saw the story of the adult ‘Shepherds of the Crossing the Sea’ that I just discovered, as a former film buff, two movie titles came to mind.

One is a live-action Hollywood blockbuster film released in 1956.

The other is a musical animated film released in 1998.

These are masterpieces that each shed light on a huge episode representing the Old Testament and an outstanding prophet in a different way.

And of course, even atheists can enjoy these works.

Didn’t the devout believers get so moved that they cry their hearts out?

The animation was even remade into a musical play in 2017, which is the icing on the cake.

“Okay, good! I’ve decided that you’re the main character this week!”

Having finally decided on the material, I sat down on the chair.

And then he was busy playing with his fountain pen, muttering happily to himself.

‘Of course, when producing a religious play, you can’t leave out God’s miracles!’

And for the mulberry to rise properly, wouldn’t it be necessary to miraculously split the sea?

I don’t use any relics or artifacts, just my faith and a crude wooden staff.