episode_0062

“Are you asking me to find a believer in love?”

“Yes. You need it to obtain tree branches. How many female believers live nearby?”

“I’m really sorry, but I know of only 133 female believers. It’s hard to find someone you like among those people.”

When I came back, this is what I heard. Is this another mistake?

As a result of leaving Jupiter dying after his mount burned down and requesting a private meeting with the Pope, there was no significant gain.

All I knew was the number of female believers.

Among the nearly 200 believers, is it necessary to find the woman who buried that banned book in the roots of the world tree?

I don’t want to find it. sincerely.

“It seems like you are looking for it for a reason, but are there any other characteristics? I think you can figure it out just by looking at the characteristics.”

“He’s a pervert. I’m sure of it.”

“…Unfortunately, this is not helpful because it is a common characteristic among believers of love. Are there any other characteristics?”

What kind of crazy god is this that all his followers are perverts?

Was it a different feature, something unusual?

Now that I think about it, you said you buried those banned books and comics. Should I ask this?

“I expect him to be someone who likes women.”

“Oh, I guess we can reduce it a bit. There are 86 people.”

“Wow, does the Pope remember all his believers?”

“Of course. Those troublemakers are always so noisy that I can’t help but remember them.”

Wow, you remember all that?

I feel so compared to myself, who is going through this trouble because I can’t even remember the story of the game.

···Even if I remember it now, nothing seems to be the same, so even if I remember it again, it doesn’t seem to have any meaning.

But there was something even stranger than the Pope’s memory.

“Wait a minute, didn’t you say earlier that there were about 130 female believers?”

“To be exact, there are 133 people.”

“···But there are 86 female believers who like women?”

Uh, am I weird?

Is it common sense that women like women?

Why do more than half of women like women?

“Ah, it’s probably not what you think.”

“It’s not what I think it is?”

What.

The statistic that has not been reduced by even half is not what I think it is.

“The believers there don’t just like ‘women,’ but there are many who like ‘women too.’”

“···in other words?”

“As long as there is love, anything is okay. I pity those of you who don’t know the wonderfulness of love!” he said. There are only a few people who like ‘only’ women.

So, what is it?

Are these people not just homosexual, but bisexual?

“I’m asking just in case, but how many of you are believers in love who like both men and women…?”

“In terms of percentage, it’s over 90%. For reference, among the female believers, 32% want to mate with monsters, 48% want to make love with animals, and…”

“S-stop! That’s enough! That’s enough!”

“There’s still more.”

Why are you feeling regretful?

Why do we have those useless statistics? If you forget it, the game-like settings pop out, really!

“···Then, does anyone have a novel that describes relationships between women?”

“There are too many… you have to tell me their names specifically so I can know.”

···really?

Do we really have to call that dizzying novel by its name?

“Well, my heart is pounding. It’s bad… It’s called love…”

“I’m sorry, but your voice is so low I can’t hear you clearly. Could you say that again?”

Oh, I’m really going crazy.

Why do I have to go through this shameful situation?

It’s really hard to break off a single branch.

When the Pope asked the question again, he took a deep breath and answered.

“My heart beats, there is no way I could be attracted to such a bad girl. Does anyone have a book called 100 Days of Love with a Bad Girl?”

“Puhup. [Excited! There’s no way I could be attracted to such a bad girl! -100 days of love with a bad girl-] Is this it?”

“···Yes, it’s a novel with that name.”

I can’t control my fingers.

Without realizing it, I was wiggling my toes and rubbing my fingers to see what the Pope was thinking.

It’s not a novel I read, so I shouldn’t be embarrassed.

Why on earth is shame my responsibility?

I feel unfair.

“Unfortunately, I have never seen a novel with such content on the market.”

···what? No?

Then I said it while holding back my shame.

Where did my shame go?

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’ve never seen it commercially available, but I’ve seen the novel myself.”

“Really!”

“Yes, it seems like you write as a hobby. You’re good at drawing, so you make covers on your own, and you make comics because you’re bored. You’re amazing.”

“Where is it?! Where do you live? What is your name?”

“I’ll mark it on the map. Shindo, this is Lily’s home. You can go here.”

“Thank you! I’ll get the branches right away!”

“Oh, just take this note before you go. It will be helpful.”

“Thank you! Let’s go, come on!”

After all, he’s the Pope! I believed it!

Since he is a high-ranking person, he knows this well. Reliable!

To hide my embarrassment, I walked out the door, roughly accepting something scribbled on a piece of paper.

“···You’re gone.”

“Oh my, aren’t you two following along?”

“I’m going. Just ask one question instead.”

“You can ask me anything. There is nothing in this city that I don’t know.”

“How did you know? That’s it.”

Lisbeth noticed.

The Pope clearly knew the title of the novel.

Airi didn’t notice because she was shy, but it was clear.

I deliberately pretended not to hear and was enjoying the reaction.

But isn’t it strange?

It is said that it is a novel created as a hobby of someone who did not even come out to the world through his own words.

You wouldn’t show such a novel to others unless you were sane.

It’s a given.

Who would want to show their diary?

When I was young, there was an incident where the Queen stole the diary, and I still can’t forget how I felt at that time.

It was like that with a diary, but a novel with delusions written as a hobby?

Are you crazy? There’s no way I could show something like that.

“Uhuhu, I told you. I know about most of the things that happen in this city.”

“···Okay. I know you’re not a trustworthy person.”

“It’s sad. I only act to protect justice for everyone.”

What is everyone’s definition of? Control?

Well, it’s not an action that I don’t understand.

If the shit we saw last time happens again and again, as the Pope, I will have to stop it.

“But if you catch us doing something strange, we won’t let you go! Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes. Shouldn’t we hurry and go? The hero will be waiting.”

“Tch. I don’t like that guy.”

***

“Excuse me. Is this really Miss Lily’s home?”

“Oh my, welcome. What’s going on here…?”

“He’s Miss Lily’s friend. I’d like to meet him briefly.”

I glanced at the note.

[If you say you are Miss Lily’s friend, your mother will easily let you in! go for it!]

Will it really work?

I tried it with doubts in mind.

A woman was seen covering her mouth and shedding tears.

“Lily, I can’t believe Lily had a friend… come in! I’ll bring some tea, so please sit down for a moment!”

What.

This really works.

By the way, does this girl named Lily have any friends?

I can’t believe my parents reacted so violently.

This is not a normal reaction.

“Lily! Your friends are here! Oh my, if you had friends you should have told them!”

“What?! What are you talking about! Friend? Me?!”

“He’s already been caught! I don’t know why he lied about something like this. Come on down! Your friends are waiting for you.”

After some commotion, a girl wearing a priest’s uniform appeared in front of us.

A nun’s uniform with an impressively decorated heart pattern.

It was not Jupiter’s open-faced nun’s uniform, but a standard outfit.

···Except for something, I feel a lustful feeling that I don’t know why.

“What is it… do you guys know me? Friends are people I’ve never met before. I wondered if I had a friend I didn’t know about.”

Did you think it would interfere with our meeting?

Miss Lily’s parents have already left.

“Um, is that you, Lily?”

“Huh? Yes, that’s right. I don’t believe in the god of lightning, but what’s going on?”

Lily looked at Jupiter who had joined him and looked at him strangely.

Have you ever wondered why someone would see you while pretending to be a friend?

Jupiter quickly answered Lily’s doubts.

“[Exciting! There’s no way I could be attracted to such a bad woman! -100 Days of Love with a Bad Woman-] Do you know the novel?”

“···?”

For a moment, Lily’s expression hardened.

An expression as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have heard.

He looked suspicious as to whether what he heard was an auditory hallucination.

Jupiter, who thought he hadn’t heard Lily’s expression clearly, asked again.

“Hmm, hmm. [My heart is pounding! There’s no way I could be attracted to such a bad girl! – Me….”

“Aaaahhh! What?! What are you!”

“yes yes?”

“My delusional note! I hid it in a place where no one would see it?! What are you, you guys? How on earth did you find out about that!”

Lily suddenly panicked.

Among my colleagues who were perplexed by her appearance, I looked at her with a sad face.

People always create dark history and bury it in their hearts.

Sometimes, when that dark history comes to mind, it’s okay to kick off the blanket a few times in bed…

But what if it is forcibly lifted from the bottom of the ocean by someone else’s hands?

That feeling can’t be explained with just a few words.

“Ha, haha… Let’s die. So many people have already found out and come looking for us. Let’s die. It’s not worth living.”

“?!”

“Mom, I’m sorry. My daughter will go first…”

I couldn’t say anything at that pitiful sight.

A person’s past was overtaking the present.