episode_0043

Take another look around.

Tisha’s corpse with only the lower body remaining.

Broken window.

People wearing purple spheres on their heads.

The silver-haired girl caught in the middle.

And the girl with purple hair.

You can tell right away that it’s a disaster scene.

If anyone comes in, they’ll probably catch me and Hungkesuni and torture us.

What if we point out the evil witch here and say that witches are bad?

hmm.

They’ll kill me for introducing myself. The only person who intruded was Hyuckeshni, but no one would be stupid enough not to know that I’m a bad person.

Even though my head was blown off just before, I didn’t seem to have any problems with my life, so it doesn’t seem like I’ll die easily. But I know that not dying well can sometimes be very painful.

Besides, I also have a feeling that it might be dangerous if I move carelessly.

Every time I try to apply force, it seems like I hear a cracking sound.

Am I that heavy?

I’m the guy with the purple sphere on my head. No, I’ll call him the sphere guy because it’s too much. I used that to place it at the entrance. I have to block anyone who comes in.

But these people are also strange. When they took Tish’s warmth, they took their warmth with them.

I also got all my memories back.

But no serious mutations occur. The light is black. Black with a faint hint of purple.

huh?

It’s strange. The offering wasn’t like this.

The light of the offering shrivels up and turns black, twisting like dried fruit. This faint purple color is the light of the blessed person.

I can watch over the person I have blessed through his or her own eyes.

But I didn’t see any descendants of Tisha, let alone any direct children.

To be honest, I never thought I would be able to touch Tisha’s descendants myself.

I realized that when I got emotional in a moment and grabbed everything I saw, I could hurt my children too.

Rather, now that we have them, we can move them.

But isn’t the sphere getting smaller little by little?

Something feels strangely like a candle.

I don’t know what would happen if all that were to become small. In the worst case scenario, I might be kicked out of this world again.

No, that’s not possible.

Now we need to convince Hyukkesuni.

So that I can leave behind a book by any means necessary.

I locked eyes with Hukkeshni. She was staring at me silently, having just vehemently rejected me earlier.

First of all, we need to talk.

Originally, I didn’t think I could take down Hulkeshuni that easily, but now I have the upper hand. Hulkeshuni is caught and very scared.

If the situation were equal, I would have had a low chance of winning, but I am in a position where I can shake things up. I have to do my best before I lose this position.

“Hyungkeshni. Why won’t you do it?”

If you ask a question, there will be no answer.

We need to find a way to get them talking.

I think hitting him will only make him rebel. He won’t tell me. Even if he does tell me, if he’s upset and doesn’t write down the summoning method, it’ll be my loss.

So we have to use another method.

If I knew some great technique, I would have used it, but I don’t know the technique of such conversation. If I look through the knowledge that the gray-haired man has, I can find a few methods.

But I know the theory behind methods like put-in-the-door, but I don’t know how to use them. So I use methods that I have experience using.

yes.

I’m going to draw aggro.

People get upset when you say something that is obviously not true and make them look stupid.

When I hear about pseudoscience like the flat earth theory, I feel like I want to tell the truth somehow.

Hyuckeshuni. The Witch of Joy.

Originally, she had no ties to the Future Hope Church. Rather, she was an even older witch. She was a witch who had lived for a very long time, and who had been considered an enemy by the Yeongrang Church and was trying to subdue her even before Yasle became the leader of the Yeongrang Church.

When the kingdom of Yeongrang was destroyed by the invasion of the kingdom of Ansellus, he went to see Hungkesuni, burning with a desire for revenge.

Hyungkeshni, who found this amusing, decided to help Yasle.

Hyukkeshni taught Yasle some of the secret arts she knew, but the secret arts she taught her were not at the center of Yasle’s plans.

Actually, the reason I summoned you was because I was performing a ritual to summon a monster that I could use as force. At first, I was very disappointed.

But after I used the blessing and realized what power it had, things changed.

It’s hard to resist randomly selecting 3 powerful soldiers with special abilities every day.

During the first three months, I was happy on days when those who received my blessings had special abilities, and sad on days when they had few.

When I saw this memory, I felt sorry for not knowing this.

Anyway, Hyungkeshni was just an enemy of the Future Hope Church. Strictly speaking, he was in a similar position as Yasle’s advisor.

And when she saw that Yasle was not listening to her at all, she immediately left Yasle.

I don’t know if he is guilty or not, but what about the person named Hyukkeshni? First, let’s check if he has any sense of guilt.

“Why do you refuse? The Hungkeshni killed more people than me. They killed them horribly and piled them on the altar. They took the innocent Rebecca Rolf, ripped out her heart, and used it as material to summon an evil being. A foreigner who simply gave them power. A witch who exploited people by making them unpaid laborers through a cult and then killed them as sacrifices. Who is bad?”

To make things more burdensome, I brought in some sane people who had nothing better to do and had them point their fingers at Hyukkeshni. Isolating them, like a witch hunt.

Actually, the only people of the opposite sex here are me and Hyukkesuni, but if there were a lot of people like that, wouldn’t I feel more burdened?

I want to push the hyungkesuni as far as possible.

Hukkeshni gritted his teeth.

“Who, bad? Just gave you power? So how many people died because of your blessing? How many people are you going to kill in the future? You said you wanted warmth. And you said the sacrifice was Yasle’s choice. So you can get warmth with your blessing too. Right?”

Wow.

So this is why smart people are scary. Did you infer this from the one statement that the sacrifice was to Yasle’s taste?

But I had a fit. I was clearly angry. That means there’s something bothering me. What is it? Let’s start by poking at each of the things that bother me.

“Did I kill them? It was their choice. Did I force them to do evil? No. If you need a counterexample, I’ll point to Tisha. This man did not respond to violence with violence, but with mercy. If there is uprightness and goodness, this man is the embodiment of it. Unlike you, who capture people and have them murdered in a horrific manner in a cult.”

Hukkeshuni was silent at my words. There was no objection.

hmm.

Hmm.

I’m not criticizing you for taking human warmth, because it seems like a predatory behavior. At least you agree with me on this point. I’m not against eating people, but I’m not denying that I’ve killed people indiscriminately.

Then why on earth were you so afraid of me?

I didn’t do anything particularly cruel.

It was a quiet animal that just did what it was told to do.

Even though I thought I was as strong as a god, I was still a beast according to the contract. According to Yasle, I was a monster that could be controlled.

There is another reason.

What is it?

Should we look at it from a different angle?

The Witch of Joy, Hunkeshni.

The Witch of Joy. Joy probably comes from her facial expressions. She laughs when she’s scared.

Laughter is soon fear.

Wouldn’t it be possible to see that he immediately abandoned everything and ran away when there was danger? In Yasle’s memory, when Hyuckesuni said goodbye and left, he muttered to Hyuckesuni that he ran away again.

escape?

Fear. Terror.

I know something similar.

Cowards are vicious. They cross the line that should not be crossed because they are weak or cornered. Because I got hit once, the other person should die. It’s the same principle.

It’s a line that can be easily crossed, to the point that the Code of Hammurabi, which existed a long time ago, only allowed one-to-one exchanges.

Because I am the victim, I am righteous and the other person is evil.

Therefore, all my actions are righteous.

Everyone makes mistakes like this, which is why the value of Tishah in forgiving others is so great.

No, I got off track, but anyway, Hyukkeshni is a coward. What is the thing that a coward is most afraid of?

You are harming yourself. You can dress it up in words, but that is likely the underlying principle.

hmm.

So which one is it? Usually this person wants to gain power, but she finds my blessings unpalatable.

Well then, shall we present some conditions?

“Hyungkeshni. I have a suggestion. I will not take away your warmth no matter what happens. Instead, please write a book that can summon me. What do you think?”

Hukkeshuni looks at me with shaking eyes.

aha.

Found it.

This was it. In the end, I was scared of what would become of me.

She lowered her eyes, probably wanting to lower her head, but a spherical human hand was attached to her left cheek, holding her down so she was looking straight at me.

So I let go of that hand.

As I thought, I fell asleep and my head went down.

Hehehe.

So I walked up to her and I gently grabbed her cheeks and lifted them up. I could feel the goosebumps on her skin because she was so scared.

I guess you’re worried.

Well, shall we take the guilt away from her?

“Hyungkeshni. If I kill you like this, I can take away your warmth and memories. But I’m not a bad person, so I’m asking you this.”

I told you to misunderstand that nothing would change even if you died. Of course, that’s all true, but I can’t organize my memories and write them down in a book.

Of course I’m not a bad person. I’m a foreigner.

As far as I know, foreign news basically has a bad connotation.

Right? The one who gave me my name.

I smiled broadly.

“Can you do me a favor?”

For a long time, Hukkeshni was silent.

And then he spoke in a very small voice.

“Okay.”

I succeeded in persuading him.