Chapter Index

    There is a wide open space beneath the gray wall that divides the palace from the outside.

    Just yesterday, there was a coffin of Tisha that had circled the capital, but now a tall altar has been built in the middle of a wide open space.

    Everyone who lives in the castle knows what that means.

    The executioner.

    It is a place where, if there is a very heinous criminal, the criminal’s crime is widely known and his head is beheaded in front of everyone.

    This method of execution is intended to correct national law, but unfortunately, the class that actually enjoys it perceives it differently. And the person who runs the event knows that.

    Executions are a kind of circus that provides an entertaining show to the citizens.

    Human blood brings excitement.

    Watching a sinful human being being murdered in a miserable state gives people a peripheral pleasure.

    Just hearing this may be difficult to understand. You might think that it is because they are uncivilized.

    But if you think about it a little more, you’ll understand. Don’t you get excited when you see a bunch of people rushing and biting someone when they do something wrong on a personal video media?

    This isn’t a question of whether people are good or bad.

    It is closer to an acquired characteristic that is acquired in the process of acquiring sociality. This is because in primitive society, if one does not condemn wrongdoers, society cannot be maintained.

    They reject outsiders and kill or expel those who do not follow their rules.

    If you can’t do that?

    The primitive era was an environment too harsh for people to live as individuals.

    When society disintegrates, the group falls apart.

    And we are a group that has survived by sticking together, so it’s not surprising that that trait runs in our blood.

    So, when the bloody festival began to show signs of beginning, people, following their instincts, began to gather one by one in the square in front of the palace.

    I wonder which villain will cry and die today.

    In reaction to the already gloomy event of the funeral, a huge crowd of people flocked to the square in front of the palace.

    There was a person who was satisfied looking at the crowded place.

    Priests and Paladins.

    They were delighted to see the number of people gathered in the square, and thought that this was an opportunity to demonstrate the majesty of the Church of the Holy Spirit to the kingdom of Ancellus.

    They even consulted with each other about how to torment the girl, who was called the evil god, so that she would speak out begging for her life.

    In the current worldview, anyone declared by God to be an enemy is truly an object that can be done anything. Even if they were not evil gods but humans, they would have done the same thing without any guilt.

    There are generally two cases where people become extremely cruel.

    Feeling like you’re right, or that the other person doesn’t seem human.

    And when those two overlap, something even more terrible happens.

    If we are talking about something that happened in the modern era, the witch hunt is a representative example. Of course, there are countries that actually realized the expression of pastoral days of slaughter later on, but if we are to compare it to the current situation, the witch hunt is the most appropriate.

    Of course, foreign media deserves to be witch-hunted.

    Because they are animals, not human offspring.

    Anyway, while I was wondering how the people of the Holy Spirit Church were handling foreign news.

    There was one more person waiting happily.

    It is none other than foreign news.

    Although it doesn’t show on his face, he is thinking about how he should speak in the future to further upset God as he looks at the crowd of people gathered there.

    Of course, most of that leisure was elsewhere. The foreign press was watching three men intently reading a piece of paper in a mansion on the outskirts of the capital.

    It’s amazing how no one is thinking about them.

    Especially since the most dangerous element, Hyukkesuni, is watching from the crowd, hoping that the foreign correspondent will be executed.

    If Hukkeshni changes his mind again, thinking that foreign news is dangerous, and intends to erase all traces of foreign news, he will likely harm those reading books far away.

    There is no way to stop this.

    Because the only contract that Hyuckeshni has to keep is to create books.

    The foreign press knows very well that no promises were made about what happened after that.

    Because in case of an emergency, he had to bless Hyuksuni, or at least have him killed by someone he had blessed.

    If we can stall for time until the three of them read the entire book, the foreign press will win.

    The foreigner thought so and looked at his arms, legs, and the chains around his neck. These were restraints that the Holy Spirit Church’s knights had put on foreigners to prevent them from escaping when they went out.

    The binding device is written with characters that are used only by the Holy Spirit Church and are used to borrow the power of God. And those characters actually exert their power and bind foreign gods.

    No, it went beyond restraint and was attacking foreign media as if digging up flesh with a small spoon.

    There is terrible pain. For an ordinary person, it is the same pain as being torn apart alive. And that pain is exactly what the foreign press is feeling.

    But the foreign press didn’t even feel ticklish.

    More painful than that is the cold that keeps digging into your whole body. It hurts by constantly digging beyond your flesh, beyond your bones, into something more important inside.

    So, we can’t help but be so obsessed with warmth.

    I’ll do anything for warmth.

    I know that even if I try to get some temporary warmth, if I can’t maintain it, this pain will last forever.

    So, despite the maddening impulse, I didn’t look straight ahead, but rather looked far into the distance.

    If it had been a little simpler, I would have moved like a bug, running thoughtlessly toward the warmth in front of me to avoid the endless pain.

    Many people mistakenly believe that pain is something that can be accustomed to. However, the human body does not have such a function. Biologically, pain does not have a mechanism for adaptation.

    I can’t adapt. I don’t know if it’s just that, but it’s like someone with a certain disease who becomes more miserable.

    So foreign media is hoping for warmth.

    But there was a reason why he simply could not move. There was a reason why he did not run straight towards warmth, to avoid that terrible pain.

    Under that water, it was impossible for a foreigner to even die.

    That fear and despair is the driving force that suppresses the impulse of foreign media.

    So foreign media outlets use their heads as much as possible to look far ahead and don’t expect much.

    The only treasure you can get in this world is the skill to summon yourself to another world. I decided to just do that and didn’t expect anything else.

    So, I decided to tease God by watching a short video on my phone until the game download was complete.

    It was good to see how effective it actually was.

    If I could just be satisfied with having fed them shit, that would be enough.

    If the main quest was to obtain the summoning method, then what they were doing now was not a subquest but a minigame.

    Whether you do it well or not, it’s something good that you can do if you can kill time.

    So I decided to do it to my heart’s content.

    After quite some time, the scaffold was completed and the foreign press thought so until the moment when he was dragged onto it.

    And then he knelt before the executioner in front of a large crowd of people.

    The knight stepped forward first and introduced himself. Anyone with even a passing interest in gossip immediately knew who he was.

    The most famous Holy Knight of the Church of the Holy Spirit in modern times.

    After giving a brief and concise introduction, he read the letter from the leader of the Holy Spirit Church that he had read to the king once more.

    And then he kicked the girl on her knees with his foot, saying, “This is the evil god.”

    It was quite a cruel sight, if you didn’t consider that the girl was a foreigner.

    But people were excited.

    There’s an evil witch there. Of course, to ordinary people, there’s an evil god or an evil witch or whatever, so there’s a bit of a misuse of language.

    The meaning was the same.

    A creature that deserves to die a painful death.

    “This evil god made a contract with your hero, Tisha! Do you know why he had such superhuman strength? It was because he received his strength from this evil god! ”

    For a moment the square became quiet.

    This was a huge event. Tisha, the hero of the Holy Spirit Church, made a pact with an evil god. Everyone would like to think it was nonsense, but on one side of the execution grounds, there were several people with purple hair standing.

    As far as they know, purple hair symbolizes royal blood.

    So it was even more confusing.

    The knight, who smiled with satisfaction as he looked at them, brought up an old story to further belittle Tisha as planned.

    It described an event that happened over 80 years ago, and which no one living in the capital city knows about.

    The pagans of the evil god invaded the kingdom of Ansellus and eventually destroyed the capital.

    And at that time, all the pagans of the evil god had purple hair.

    The knight shouted loudly.

    He was a pagan who had committed sins. However, he repented of his sins and entered the arms of the merciful Holy Spirit. However, even though the punishment was gone, the sins remained.

    He blamed the person who sent her away crying just yesterday, saying that it was Tisha’s fault.

    To the paladins and priests, this was simply a speech to denigrate Tisha and elevate the status of the Holy Spirit Church. No matter how great a hero Tisha was, she was an old man who died of old age.

    I thought that if I told the truth, the people of the Ansellus Kingdom would naturally look down on Tisha and look up to the Holy Spirit Church more.

    However, in the capital of the Anselus Kingdom, there was a great king named Tis. He was the king who revived the devastated Anselus Kingdom and established a kingdom greater than ever before.

    The adults present here know the king’s rule.

    The children in this place grew up hearing the legend of that king.

    Just a little bit.

    The crack is gone.

    And unfortunately, they gave the foreign press a chance to speak to them in an attempt to further amuse themselves with this execution show.

    The knight brought out a long sword and stabbed the messenger in the shoulder, pointing his finger at the people and shouting for them to tell the truth.

    A technique to get someone to confess their sins. In some countries, it is called self-criticism, which is a gaslighting technique.

    It would have been difficult for a human to endure.

    If you are a person.

    Foreign media has opened its mouth.

    “That’s right. I gave a blessing to Tisha.”

    And the foreign news agency intended to tell only the truth. They did not lie thoroughly, knowing that if they lied, they would definitely be caught.

    It’s only when there’s a long gap like this that it really shines.

    “He grew up in a pseudo-religion called the Future Hope Church, and because he was born good, he had doubts about the pseudo-religion that kills people and offers them as sacrifices.”

    Tisha’s past, which only a very small number of people know about, slowly began to flow out.

    Perhaps the person who knows more about Tisha than anyone else in the world began to slowly unravel his story.

    Not to tell the truth, but to release a poison filled with pure malice into the world.

    “He was brought before me by force and had to receive a blessing by force. Otherwise, he would have been killed, so there was no other way.”

    The knight, startled by the unexpected words, pushed the sword embedded in his shoulder to stop the horse.

    But to foreign media, such pain was merely a signal.

    “Thus, having received such a blessing, Tish escaped from the cult after overcoming the crisis of his life. And he went to the Kingdom of Anselus to stop the cult that was committing immoral acts. And he was recognized by the Kingdom of Anselus and the Church of the Holy Spirit for his goodness. And the Church of the Holy Spirit recommended conversion to him, and he accepted.”

    This is a good story for the Holy Spirit Church.

    The knight thought so and took his strength out of the sword he had stuck in his back.

    At first glance, it sounded like the Church of the Holy Spirit forgave and embraced pagans. The priest behind me also thought that part was a good story.

    I thought about it from a very Holy Spirit perspective.

    So I couldn’t predict what he would say next.

    “He became a believer of the Holy Spirit Church. I continued to bless him, because mankind has the freedom to choose religion.”

    No, rather, who would have expected that?

    God himself will tell humans that they have the freedom to choose their religion.

    The foreign press had no idea of the repercussions these words would cause.

    Just bother dealing with religious nuisances.

    Foreign media had just that kind of impression.

    A monster disguised as a god has begun to unleash its poison upon the world.

    The three people who were reading the book did so to buy time to finish the book, or to annoy God in their free time.

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