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The ceremony taking place while the audience watched with bated breath. The group of cardinals and archbishops who followed the Pope moved forward for a month and formed a circle around the statue of Amanes.

Then, he took out finger-sized jars one by one from his pocket, and immediately grabbed a handful of the refined magic stone powder inside and scattered it around the statue.

A marble floor that sparkles brightly, as if glass had been sprinkled on the floor. It was a place where believers went day and night to clean it without a single speck of dust, saying they would ritualize it tomorrow.

Attention is focused on the Pope, as if all preparations have been completed.

“Kuhm… . Let’s start.”

After clearing his throat once, he rolled up his arms and stretched out both hands forward, signaling the start of the ritual.

Next, she focuses her mind in one place with her fingertips neatly placed together.

Tuk-tuk-

Soon, emerald holy water fell like dew from the Pope’s hand.

It is a jewel-like form with a dark green color so dense that it cannot even be compared to other holy water I have seen so far.

Every single drop… . Are you saying it can save dozens or hundreds of people?

I don’t know how great it is, but some say it was called a holy water that could revive the dead, so it was like a crystallization of faith created over time that humans cannot even think of.

And before I knew it, that precious thing was falling down like rain.

While the Pope was drawing out holy water, the cardinals and archbishops slowly began to move. Everyone took out the rosary beads they had hung around their necks and chanted a prayer.

“Lord, who ascended up carrying everyone’s burden. Please become a handful of light and appear again on this land that has disappeared… .”

As I recite something that I don’t know if it’s a spiritual incantation or a prayer, the holy water moves and spreads as if it were alive.

They were sticking together as if they were a medium connecting the magic stone powder scattered on the floor.

Witnessing a bizarre phenomenon that I had never seen before, I craned my head forward in deep admiration.

In the game, you just had to memorize the spell and the god would fall on its own, but here, the process has become very complicated.

Well, this is fantasy.

It was a rare sight that could not be seen in the dot world made up of only dots and lines.

The holy water and magic stone powder that were spread out like that attracted each other and gathered towards the stone statue in the center.

Soon, the things gathered together began to shake violently up and down, as if in a pendulum motion… .

bang-

The earth shook violently, accompanied by a thunderous sound that felt like the sky was splitting apart.

“Ugh!”

I lost my balance due to the unexpected shock wave and fell forward and backwards. For a moment, my vision shifted upward and my eyes widened.

Ugh- Ugh-

The sound of the ground disappearing as if it had never happened after a big impact. As I frowned and looked up to see if I wasn’t the only one who had fallen, I saw that everyone standing next to me, including Deacon Rachel, had collapsed on the floor.

What, what is it? Is it an earthquake?

No, what is this…-

oh my… . My waist… .-

A series of new voices erupt from around you. It seems I wasn’t the only one who was surprised.

what… . Is this also a type of ritual?

I don’t know exactly what happened, but I could clearly tell where it came from.

“Ugh… .”

I groaned, clutching the back of my neck and raising my eyes.

On the side of the platform where the ceremony was taking place, dust rose and a pillar of light so large that it pierced the sky was created.

“Priest, are you okay!?”

Deacon Rachel helps me up as I sit leaning on my arm and looking toward the podium. I wasn’t particularly seriously injured, but I felt a sharp pain in my left leg, probably from a slight bruise when I fell.

“Ugh… . It’s okay.”

I don’t want to cause any worries, so I reply that I’m fine.

Well, it hurts this much… . There was nothing to worry about because it was done with divine power.

Rather, that… .

A pillar of light is revealed as the dust slowly clears. Except for the Pope, everyone who was conducting the ceremony on the podium also lost their balance and fell backwards.

That thing didn’t fall… .

Is it because they are of a different race than humans? The Pope’s two legs are still firmly attached to the ground. A stable posture that did not feel even the slightest shaking.

She lowered the hand that was pulling out the holy water and knelt down on one knee toward the pillar of light.

“Are you here? Lord.”

As soon as she spoke, a small silhouette appeared faintly between the pillars. The black silhouette that seemed small gradually grew larger and soon changed into a human-like figure.

Sigh-

Then, a foot suddenly pops out with a terrible sound like it is being torn apart. As if the stomach of a monster had been cut open, a person as white as snow cut through the center of the pillar and walked out.

Is it Amaneth?

It’s not clear, but it’s the same outfit I saw in my dream. A pure white dress that gently sways like a chandelier. Something that didn’t seem to be made of fabric from this world glowed faintly with a halo of light.

Stumble-

As she exited the pillar of light, a woman in white lost her balance and swayed for a moment. When I was about to fall, I somehow managed to keep my balance and slowly raised my head forward.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been here that it’s hard to even stand… .”

A beautiful sound that instantly spreads throughout the quiet hall. A voice that looked exactly like the one I had seen in my dream echoed everywhere.

Trap, trudge-

A woman in white who keeps stumbling as her steps get twisted one after another, as if she is not used to walking.

As she passed in front of the Pope and stood at the highest point, she, or rather the Holy Spirit Amanes, wordlessly took out something brilliant from her bosom.

Ugh-

That’s a holy sword… is it?

It was a long sword that looked different from the ones I knew, and its supposed purpose was clearly a holy sword. A sword entirely surrounded by gold and decorated with all kinds of jewels and gold and silver coins. She held it out in front of everyone, raising questions about whether it could kill a person, and without a single thought, she slammed it into the ground with all her might.

thud-

A holy sword that easily cuts through the marble floor as if cutting tofu.

Holy God Amanes placed both arms on the cross guard of the Holy Sword stuck on the floor and quickly scanned each and every person gathered in the chapel.

And Amaneth makes eye contact with me like that.

Although it was only for a moment, he smiled wickedly at me and then immediately looked the other way.

“Isabel Perez!”

Amaneth’s voice resonates loud enough for everyone to hear. At some point, her finger was pointing towards Isabelle, who was sitting at the end of the chapel.

@@@@@

For a moment, I thought maybe my ears were wrong.

That’s because otherwise there was no way her name would be heard here. I quickly look around to see if there is someone with the same name.

However, many eyes are clearly focused on her. Everyone was looking at her, including the hand held by the Holy God Amanes.

no… . what?

I’m dumbfounded. Should I say that it has no sense of reality at all? It felt like someone hit me hard on the head. Just a moment ago, I was thinking about going back, stretching out my legs, and getting some sleep, but the more I looked at it, the more I realized it was going to get worse.

“Sister?”

The golden eyes of Sylvia, who was sitting right next to me, twinkled. The look in your eyes is asking for an answer as to what happened… .

Now she also couldn’t understand what was going on.

No, there are many others… .

To be honest, I guessed that one of the guild members would show up. These are the only people who can fight in this shabby remote village.

But why?

Isabel, there were many people who fought well other than her. At best, I am a newbie who is close to the bottom. Compared to the guild leader, Raina, she was someone who couldn’t even keep up.

Isabel slowly gets up from her chair, feeling as if she needs to stand up for some reason. She pointed at herself and asked again if she had really guessed correctly.

“Yes, Isabel Perez. you. You are talking.”

I thought it was nonsense and denied it until the end, but now I am the Holy God Amanes, who openly pegs me as a hero. I was so embarrassed that I dropped my hands and froze in place.

“If you understand, please come out quickly. Because I don’t have time.”

Amanes, unable to do either of these things, gestures with her chin and strikes the holy sword on the floor two or three times. I walked out to the podium without even thinking about managing my facial expression.

Trap, trudge-

As Isabel walked forward, people quickly moved to the side. The eyes that usually looked at her suddenly became filled with awe and quickly cleared the way.

Isabel arrived so close by. With the holy sword at the center, he knelt down on one knee in the same posture as the Pope.

“Um, is that what you mean?”

“I don’t know how many times I say it. Yes, you. Now that you know, pick it up quickly.”

With those last words, Amanes lowered her arm from the holy sword’s cross guard and took two or three steps back.

Isabel became fascinated and followed the commands given not by other people but by the god of one religion.

Ugh-

When I stood up and grabbed the handle of the sword, the holy sword resonated slightly.

After glancing a few times, she gulped down her dry saliva and slowly pulled out her sword, and soon enough light from the entire sword engulfed her to the point that it hurt her eyes.