episode_0030

Hmm.

I’m back in my room, looking back at the memories I’ve gained so far.

Recently, half of the offerings are from the Ansellus Kingdom, and the other half are from believers. That’s probably why very few people know about the country called Yeongranggyoguk.

A few decades ago, the Kingdom of Anselus destroyed the Kingdom of Yeongrang. I thought that since there were many people who knew about the Kingdom of Yeongrang, since there were offerings from the Kingdom of Anselus.

But when I checked my memory, I found out that ordinary people didn’t know about Yeongranggyo. Even though I knew a lot, I remember that there was one strange religion.

It’s like Americans don’t even know if other countries exist.

I’d like to know more, but luckily not all the information is coming in.

Half of the blessed ones are now on the front lines of the Cogni-Lasve Kingdom, commanded by Witgar, and the other half are in the Kingdom of Ansellus, commanded directly by Hieronymus.

Either way, it seems like things aren’t going as planned.

The front between the two kingdoms led by Witgar is moving towards a peace treaty. Witgar is trying to prevent this by somehow causing discord.

The same goes for Hieronymus.

I think I moved in an overly shady direction. Those who received the blessing are being caught and killed. However, since most of them have the ability to escape, they are successfully escaping, but those who did not receive the blessing must have died a lot.

Things are getting worse day by day.

Of course, it is partly because the Ansellus Kingdom responded well, but there are other reasons as well.

Tish.

Yes. That’s the boy who ran away back then.

He was the one who went to the kingdom of Ansellus to seek revenge.

But I couldn’t abandon my nature. I would save someone along the way, and I would run away when I was misunderstood or in trouble.

I repeated that over and over again.

The good deeds he has done so far may have helped someone, but they have not helped himself.

At least at that time.

But the good deeds that were of no help to him piled up and piled up, and became the foundation upon which the kingdom of Ancellus could trust him.

We are recognized as allies in the Kingdom of Ansellus, although we are under separate surveillance.

But if that wasn’t enough, I was able to freely reveal information about the Future Hope Church that Tish had been working on.

There was a story there about a leader named Jerome, and also about me.

yes.

A girl whom the Future Hope Church calls God’s apostle.

A person who gives blessings.

He also explained that if I were to receive a blessing, my hair would turn purple and I would gain special abilities.

After explaining that, the Ansellus Kingdom started to capture any Future Hope Cult member with purple hair and drag them straight to the laboratory.

In the laboratory, they are subjected to experiments that border on torture until they die.

Look at all that pain, all that despair, all that screaming.

But I just have this feeling that warmth will come soon.

Anyway, when you die, warmth comes.

It’s a shame that I can’t get warmth by running around more, but it feels good when I come.

And I was able to figure out about the blessed people, I did an experiment to see how long they could endure and how different each person’s abilities were.

In addition, there are many times when people working there talk to each other while dismantling the blessed ones, and thanks to that, I get to know a lot.

For example, something about magic.

Of course, I’ve licked people who use magic many times. The light was no different from a normal person, and the warmth was like other people’s, with some people having a lot and others having little.

The problem is that I have no idea what magic is.

When a wizard uses magic, there is a memory of using magic. The sense of magical power is also similar, although there is a difference in whether the fingertips are more sensitive or less sensitive.

But no matter what I do, magic doesn’t come out.

I tried reciting the spell while running outside, but I couldn’t feel any magic at all. Even when I tried to imitate the moment when I first learned magic, I couldn’t feel any magic at all.

It doesn’t feel like there is any such power at all.

Does this body have no talent for magic at all?

Or am I just so full that I can’t feel it?

I don’t know.

But I also found out something.

If a wizard receives my blessing, he may be able to exert even more powerful powers.

But fortunately, there is no chance of a wizard entering the Church of Hope for the Future.

Because wizards are basically upper class people.

Special powers give you power the more violent the world becomes.

The same goes for magic.

I don’t know if everyone can use magic if they try hard enough, but magic relies heavily on talent.

So, all the magic I’ve tasted were sacrifices.

Come to think of it, there was a time when there were only magicians for a day or two. Was this also an experiment by Hieronymus or Huxkeshni?

But there was no difference.

An offering is an offering.

A blessing was a blessing.

Actually, between Jerome and me, sacrifices and blessings had nothing to do with each other.

It’s just implicitly saying one sacrifice per person.

I imagine that perhaps Jerome was afraid that if he guaranteed one blessing for every sacrifice, it would later become an obstacle in wage negotiations.

Like I did with Andrew, two sacrifices, one blessing.

That’s good, but it’s not good to be greedy.

Especially if you don’t have much strength, you can have a blessing for one hundred people by pouring warm gomtang soup over your nose. Can’t you do that?

It’s important to create a situation where we can respect each other.

I’m also working on my likability little by little for when I feel really helpless later on.

Anyway, back to the story and back to the Kingdom of Ansellus.

The kingdom of Ansellus made a law to distinguish between blessed people and fallen people. Of course, it is not the old witch distinguishing law.

If you throw it into the water and it floats, it’s a bad witch, and if it sinks, it’s a normal person.

The Ansellus Kingdom has created a special device. Its appearance resembles a fan. It is used to scan people by scanning them.

If you are someone who has received my blessing, it seems like the debt has become so heavy that it is difficult to pay it.

I feel like I’m a strong resistance.

So if you do the experiment with a blessed person, the fan suddenly stops in midair as if it had hit a rock. And even if you apply force and press down, it goes down very slowly.

In other words, it is a device that can detect changes in hair color, such as with hair dye.

That’s amazing.

In this way, the Kingdom of Ansellus is gradually dealing with the Church of Hope for the Future.

Could Jerome have brought down Anselmus’ kingdom before then?

I don’t care how it goes. No, I wish you would delay it a little. I haven’t become close with Hieronymus yet.

Hehehe.

The Future Hope Church is a pseudo-religion made up of people at the bottom anyway. It’s not easy to rise to the top.

There are rules and laws.

But the desire is stronger.

Since I’ve lost so far, I can have a little bit, right?

The result of this little overflow was that everyone was divided into two groups: those who believed in the Future Hope Church and those who did not, and then they started to plunder those who did not.

Of course, it’s not that no one has found salvation here.

What may seem like exploitation to others may be different to that person.

But that won’t work.

We’ve already crossed the line here.

It was built in a place that crossed the line from the beginning.

The downfall is certain here, so we have to scrape everything clean before that happens.

Yes, that’s the most important goal.

How to summon me.

Oh, no.

There’s one thing I need to experiment with for later. I need to do this when three people come a day to receive this blessing.

If not now, then when will you get this kind of consistent results?

I set up an experiment on a secondary objective.

What kind of experiment is this?

This is an experiment where I input information.

Where does it start, yeah?

Let’s keep it simple.

First of all, let’s add the title of “foreign correspondent”. The only person who calls me that is “Hyungkeshni”. Now, I’m going to expand on this.

Please include specific information when giving a blessing.

Will it succeed?

No, you have to try to succeed.

Only then can you do things that will make you happier later.

“Hello. I’m Hungkeshni.”

So I went back to my room and greeted Hunkeshni. She now accepts my greeting as a given.

“Yeah, Rebecca. Oh my, what is Yasle going to do? If you’re going to get revenge, I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

On the left as soon as you enter the entrance.

There is a space for Hukkeshni. Hukkeshni threw the cloth he had covered over on the sofa, placed the skull staff next to him, and sat down in his seat.

“Joanna. Prepare what you always eat.”

“Yes, Mr. Hyungkeshni.”

I order Joanna a drink while slumping in my chair.

It means that this place has become comfortable.

But there’s something that bothers me.

“Who is Yasle?”

Hukkeshuni answered in a languid voice, his body buried in his chair and his hands waving.

“Hieronymus’ real name. What a fool. He survived and chose revenge. So he created this place and is exhausted before he can take revenge.”

aha.

Is that your real name?

Yasle.

Yes, I remembered. I’ll have to search the person’s memory again. Will I find any new information? But I can’t make a mistake here.

Pretend not to know.

Pretend not to care even if you know the name.

“Is it hard for you to be a hulk? Do you want to receive a blessing?”

If I could, I’d ask a question that would divert your mind, perhaps with a little wish.

“I don’t need it. No matter what happens, I won’t accept help from someone like you.”

Yes, I know. Even though the boundaries of the Hukkeshni have been relaxed a lot, they have never been extinguished.

He is insensitive when it comes to others, but when it comes to himself, he reacts to a paranoid degree.

therefore…….

“You understand? Rebecca. I will never contract with someone like you again.”

He answers while sitting like this and glaring at me.

A witch who lived for over 100 years. Hyungkesuni.

Is that because you made a contract with someone? That is, Hyukkeshni is someone else’s rice bowl?

But I can take someone else’s rice bowl for warmth. There is a time limit, but there is still time. So I say this.

“If you have a hard time, call me. Heungkeshni. I’ll come to you.”

If you have the knowledge that brought me into this world, I have no intention of letting it go.

“Wake up.”

At my words, Hyungkeshni made a face of disgust, gave a short answer, and then just threw herself on the sofa.

Hehehe.

Look, the word Yasle flew away from your memory, didn’t you?