episode_0046

Of course I didn’t lie.

Do people call themselves foreigners?

The hyungkesuni in front called him a foreigner.

Did you sign the contract?

He said he would take it all with him when he died.

Are you the one who signed the contract first?

Invalid because you are not a human!

This is a bit dangerous. Anyway, I don’t think of myself as a god, but I don’t think of myself as a human either.

If I were God, I would have more amazing powers. If I say let there be light, there is light. I can do and enjoy anything I want. At the very least, it is a very powerful power that can put someone under that kind of water.

But I’m not like that.

At best, it’s a stupid monster that can’t come out into the world without a contract.

In the first place, I’m suffering from the cold, so what kind of god is God? I can’t even get a little warmth.

But if necessary, I will play God.

You know, they call it the capitalist smile?

If you can get some warmth, you can lick the ground like a dog.

This time, I have no choice but to go on an adventure to protect Hyukkesuni. Otherwise, how could I possibly call myself a god?

I’d rather just go with the flow like an incompetent person.

It is easy to hunt prey when they think they are the hunter.

Most of the blessed people who are here now are looking at me. Only a very few are looking at the soldier or at the hunchesni sitting on the floor with a very gloomy expression.

“I once heard that your grandfather’s special power was given to him by a god. Are you the god who gave your grandfather his power?”

A middle-aged man asks me a question.

Oh? Didn’t he know me as an apostle? Back when Tisha was blessed, I was an apostle of the God of the Future Hope Church. But God?

If I briefly glance over Tisha’s memories, oh, I see. Later on, all the people who received my blessings called me a foreigner, so I knew I was a god.

“I gave you a blessing.”

I should have said God, but it feels like it’s stuck in my throat and I can’t say it. I guess I really don’t like the word God.

“But he converted to our Lord. Why does he appear now? When he had already left alone the man who believed in another god?”

Conversion.

Well, that’s true.

“So I got my power back? I made a deal with Tisha that I would give her a part of me, and then I would take everything I had after everything was done. And now that I’m dead, I’m here to get what I had.”

I stretched out my arm and pointed to the sky.

“But I was interrupted from above. So I’m going to ask you. Is that right?”

I secretly changed the reason why I appeared in this world.

I came to this place to ask what is right and what is wrong.

Actually, it’s different. I got annoyed when I tried to take away the warmth, so I took all the warmth from the people here. But then, by chance, I got a chance to come here, so I came.

I didn’t plan anything from beginning to end. It all happened by chance and coincidence.

So, I’m here right now, racking my brain.

The middle-aged man in front of me is Tisha’s grandson and the current king of this country.

Considering how I blessed them just now and made them close their eyes, it seems like I could control them, but that would be a last resort.

That’s because if we’re not careful, it could easily turn into a battle between the blessed and the Ansellus kingdom. So if rumors spread that my blessed are dangerous, they’ll be less likely to call me.

So, we must keep the royal family in this place on the side of the Ansellus Kingdom.

A little while ago, the scene where a specific human became a human?

are you okay.

If God himself appeared before you, would that matter? You would think God did something.

To be honest, I’m begging you to please forget about it. That’s why I’m saying such contradictory things.

Shouldn’t we pretend that sight never happened?

As I was thinking that, I looked at the King and he seemed very perplexed. No, is this really that difficult?

ah.

No, that’s not true.

If you do this wrong, the heretic inquisitor will come flying in and say, “Did you dare deny the Holy Spirit? Excommunication!” That’s the agenda.

The more difficult it is for the other side to talk, the better! If I think a lot, I can make time. There is the problem of somehow giving Hyungkeshni the time and materials to write a book, but I have to do something about that!

What should I do… … .

“Can’t we view the work of God in the same way as the work of man?”

Don’t be ridiculous, you’re saying that if it’s God’s business, then you should ask God. You’re saying that it’s not a human business?

First, scratch it.

“Do you think that humans don’t have priority over the contract they made first? I didn’t know that. But I never canceled the contract. He believes in another god? There was no clause in the contract that said he had to believe in me in the first place. I just gave him myself until his life ended, and when his life ended, I came to collect the reward. But the Holy Spirit is interfering with me.”

If you just listen to it, it sounds like I gave you my power and you came to get it back, right? But like I said, I didn’t cut it out and put it in. It’s just contained there.

The price is, of course, warmth.

But don’t you think they thought I gave them my strength and then came to take it away?

I pray that you will think that way and look around you with the eyes of a blessed person.

The soldiers are slowly coming in, and the royal family is ordering the soldiers to sneak the children out of this place.

Hehehe.

This is according to plan.

Yes. They became the ones who needed to be protected. The enemy was me alone here. Or me and the hyungkesuni.

Should I make Hyukkeshni a different target from me? There are many people who are blessed now, so if I do well and get kicked out of this world, I can still read books… … .

No, if I’m released like this, there’s a chance they’ll say the contract is invalid and won’t write the book.

He’s a really annoying person.

Killing the blessed ones one by one, he now makes his already bad head turn in this place.

“So what do you want from us that brought you here?”

The King is annoyingly old-fashioned.

I avoided all mention of the Holy Spirit, so I shortened it to what I wanted.

Ugh, what should I do? What should I wish for?

If I tell him what he wants, he’ll probably come up with all sorts of excuses to fight back against me. Can I ever win against him with words?

Just because you know all of that person’s memories and have the ability to see things from that person’s perspective doesn’t mean you have the upper hand over that person.

Seeing from the perspective of the eye simply means knowing what you see, hear, and feel. It’s not like you have supernatural powers or anything, and you can see what they’re thinking.

Shock. I have to shock you first. I have to take the initiative so you won’t be swayed. What do you have?

The only person here right now is someone with purple hair.

purple?

Oh, that’s right. A contract.

Yeah, that’s what happened. I pointed to his hair with my index finger. His purple hair, to be exact.

When I reached out my hand, the king flinched.

Then two knights drew their swords, but I remained still with my hand outstretched, and the king immediately stopped them and asked me.

“What does that hand mean?”

“Hair.”

He makes a face like “Huh?” and grabs his hair. The balding knight next to him looks at me with a frightened expression.

“Do you mean you want hair?”

Suddenly? I don’t like bald heads. That’s a bit much.

Oh, so you understand? That I want hair?

“No. The color of that hair. Humanity. You inherited the contract of Tisha.”

I guess it was probably automatically renewed, so I signed up for it so easily. And since I was born that way, I can control it.

But it’s funny to see the two men looking so relieved. It’s especially funny to see the other knight next to him looking completely incomprehensible. He has a lot of hair.

“So I gave you a blessing.”

It’s already filled me up.

The King’s expression became very sharp at my words.

“Does that mean I should trust you?”

“No. It’s unpleasant to believe in a god who arbitrarily tried to block a contract, but if you want to believe in that god, then believe in him. Humanity should be free to believe in religion.”

huh?

Why are you looking at me with such a shocked face?

“You say we can believe in religion freely? If you are God?”

Is that so strange? Oh, is it because I am not a god and do not understand the physiology of gods? Yes, I am. I am not a god. So I will answer more lightly.

“Isn’t that the freedom of mankind?”

That’s what’s supposed to be the case.

Ah. I heard that it was committed in the memory of a man whose light had faded for a moment. It is said that the life of modern mankind was originally subordinate to God.

But isn’t it different because the world is different?

The king was silent for a long time, perhaps because this statement was so shocking. In the meantime, the blessed people were properly saved. It means that they were safely protected. At least the blessings were left behind, so it is good.

Meanwhile, soldiers are standing around Hukkeshni, holding their breath and aiming their weapons.

That’s not good… … .

Hukkeshni must write a book.

“Oh God who has come here, what do you ask of us in return for your blessing?”

There is something I wish for. Specifically, I wish for the person next to him, Hyukkeshni, to write a book. But I don’t think that’s what I wish for right now.

A faded man takes out one. I think I’m starting to have a mental breakdown. He seems like a completely different person.

So what are you saying?

freedom?

If that’s the case, then so be it.

“Why are you asking me that? I gave myself away. And in the end, you get everything you have.”

No, isn’t there a look of determination on the King’s face right now? It seems like he’s burning with a sense of duty to kill the evil before his eyes?

Did I misspeak?

again?

like this?

“Humanity should do whatever they want and die however they want. I will be there to greet you when you die.”

As soon as I finished speaking, my resolve suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It’s really gone.

And the king bowed his head.

why?