Became a Saint of the Sexuality Church 129

Chapter 129 – Nemesis (9)

The man who could have been, and hoped to be, my understanding has passed away.
I couldn’t even protect Ea’s deathbed.

Even the hut where her footprints were left was burned down without even leaving a trace.
All I have left is a tiny little baby.

She felt even more tingly than when she had been stabbed in the back of the head by the assailant.
I wanted to ask if an omniscient and omnipotent God exists.

Was it really necessary to take her life like that?
If I had taken her eyes, it would have been over.
It is also unfair.

I couldn’t even leave her a single word of farewell, which was common for her.
What was her end like?
Due to time, the villagers would have rushed in as soon as I left.

Faced with that situation, Ea doesn’t know how she would have understood the situation.
Did you think I sold her out of her?
Would she have felt betrayed?

If you see someone suffering, you should be happy.
Oddly enough, it wasn’t enjoyable.

Only then did I realize
That even a guy like me had something precious.

And now.
That precious thing is gone and can never be found again.
She realized that she was lost forever.

I took off my coat and carefully wrapped the child.
Being so inactive, she didn’t know if the baby was a boy or a girl.

Hey, what does that matter?
You are not in this world

Outwitting me, reading my thoughts.
Without you, who could have sympathized and understood me.
How can I be so empty?

“It won’t end like this.”

If you get hurt, pay back that much.
It was something my father used to say, and I agreed to a certain extent.
So he planned revenge.

I will bring her atrocious pain to all her humans associated with her.
It is not a childish delusion.
It was a reality that would be realized in the future through thorough and meticulous planning.

Seeing immediate revenge is sewage.
I saw the distant future

When you are in the midst of a happy life.
When the imprint of being a witch has been forgotten from you.

I will personally remind her of that memory.
Like this empty landscape, I won’t leave a single person behind.
It was a declaration and a promise.

Walk forward
Didn’t look back

Because all the regrets have been burned.
With her cabin where she stayed.

However, I stopped walking for other reasons.
Because something dark whispered.

– A child, a child who has lost something precious to the sun.

Like a cunning snake, like a conspirator plotting a secret plot.
It was a peculiar tone.

When I turned my gaze, I saw a jet-black shimmering like smoke.
I stared at it without moaning or screaming.

“… What is it?”

– I’m going to tell you a funny story, how about it?

“I don’t know who you are, and I’m not affable enough to listen to strangers. So I’ll go my own way. Do not interrupt.”

-Oh oh. Be right sorry Wasn’t there any lingering attachment to the child named Eara?

I stared at the shadows.

– Oh, that’s scary. If you stare like that

It’s a flirtatious joke.

“Listen.”

-Yes. Well thought out

Black pitch black laughs.
It explained itself as a wandering moon.

* * *

Time flies.
I left the village and became a priest of an erotic cult.

Ea’s child, ‘Arya’, also grew steadily.
The reason for naming her Aria is simple.
It was a name that came from mixing the names of Ea and Ronin properly.

Arya didn’t say anything.
How do you name it so carelessly? I could have been criticized for saying that.

The wandering god of the moon came suddenly like the north wind and left like the south wind, leaving behind an arbitrary request.
From the point of view of the subcontractor, he was indeed an unpleasant man.
At the very least, if I teach her the schedule of work, will it make things worse?

For that reason, I spent a lot of time away from Aria.
Gina and I got to know it from this point on.

She, like me, was an empty person, no, a demon.
There was room for conversation, so after talking a few times, a suitable consensus was formed and we became close.
Before meeting Ea, she might have considered her best friend.
Because it was really dead.

It’s a funny assumption.
I’ve already met you

As time flew by, the day I was looking forward to was getting closer.
The day has finally arrived.

I stopped by her hometown with Gina.
It was still a small town.

“Is this the pleasant hometown that Priest Ronin spoke of?”

Gina was using honorifics, but she insisted that since she is a nun now, it is common sense for her to act appropriately.
I think it’s just a made-up excuse to say something respectful to me.
I nodded lightly.

“Yes, I’m going straight this way to see her parents, but what about Gina? If your travel poisoning isn’t over yet, it’s a good idea to rest at a nearby inn…”

“I will stand by Priest Ronin.”

Gina’s sharp purple eyes are appealing.
Stop talking bullshit and go on your way.

It was me who had no talent to convince her of her stubbornness.
So the two of us looked for a light in the twilight darkness.
Even in the quiet countryside, I saw a mansion that was presumed to belong to the fairly wealthy axis.

The manor’s servants looked to see if they had found us.
Before long, I was able to see the man and woman I missed.
Were my parents

“Ronin! Are you finally back? When she left the house alone and without saying a word, how burned was this mother’s stomach…”

My mother greeted me with a half-happy, half-sad gaze.
My father just watched my reaction and then spat out a word.

“Are you going to do it?”

It was a word that included a lot.
A lot has changed since the day you left home, Dad.
I knew you were also involved in her murder.

I didn’t say much.
I didn’t even have the will to do it.

“I came back for that.”

You frowned.

“Not a good way.”

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

“You won’t regret it.”

“I already did it before, right after I lost the treasure from my hands.”

“…”

I cleared my throat and opened the parchment.
Then, in a low tone, he read what was written on the parchment.
To sum up, the village was a heresy that believed in evil spirits, so it was said that it would be dealt with immediately.

The expressions of the servants and their families who heard that were not good at all.
After completing the oath, I smiled at my father whom I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Father. As I lived, there was such a saying.”

Upon giving Gina a signal, she casts a shadow from her body, slicing through everyone in front of her.
People fall to the ground helplessly like cut trees.
I continued talking with a strange feeling of pleasure.

“You reap what you sow.”

The town where I was born and raised disappeared just like that.
Except for my own family, I didn’t kill anyone easily.
One by one, I showed how precious people disintegrate right in front of my eyes.
Wouldn’t they be relatively better though?

At least you haven’t seen how someone dear to you dies.
Who couldn’t even keep the end of the day.
I felt relieved inside, but I still had dozens of things left to do.

Aria.
My last regret

* * *

What happened after that is exactly what I’ve been through.
He selected Arya as her saint, and in the process drove her mentally and physically.
Died by the hero, revived by Jina.
It was a life that was hard to find even a single meaning.

It was a really long kaleidoscope.
Now all that remains is to disappear.

-So I’ll end it here?

Last.
It’s only at the end of the last that you talk to me.
It was like that then too.

Long time no see.
The wandering moon god.

-Did you work so hard to see such a trivial outcome?

Effort.
Can we really call that an effort?

Something that tried to ruin and destroy a person’s life.
If he was in good shape, he would have giggled and laughed.

– Was losing to the incarnation of the hateful year the end you wanted?

The moon god who visited me when I was young and immature said,
The fact that Ea was attacked by an assailant.
Even being killed by villagers.

That it was all fabricated.
It’s a tragedy artificially created to conceive a saint.

Ea’s child.
Arya is destined to become the incarnation of the sun.
That’s why all these incidents are made up.

I didn’t believe it at first.
Because it was too convenient.

However, seeing the situation, the circumstances pointing to the fact that it was true, I had no choice but to understand it in the end.
That it was all a trick created by the god of the sun.

That Ea had to leave the world just to make Arya.
I’ve just come to the realization.

That’s why.
Aria, what I hated about being you.

Personality similar to Ea.
A face that has been stripped of air.
I had to see Ea through you.
But that’s not the real Ea.

It was downright unpleasant.
Her memory is gradually fading away.
The existence of Aria remains in my mind more and more clearly.
She says it makes me unbearable.

The wandering moon god.
When he plunged you into despair according to the will of the author.
I didn’t feel as much remorse as I did during EA.

Yes.
This is normal
It doesn’t matter who breaks or not.

However, your will was not broken even though it seemed to be broken.
Not completely broken, trying to find the slightest hope.
It was different from Ea.

It was the look I wanted from her.
From then on, you became special to me.

It’s not like Ea’s clone.
It became an aria.
It was a pleasant day.

What makes you surrender.
Something that bothers you
Entire.

– Ronin, do you really want to end here!

He answered with a faint smile at the passionate speech of the wandering moon.
Yes, I am satisfied.
Because I’m a boring person.

-Leave yourself to me. Then I’ll make that incarnate bitch yours.

Can I do my own aria?
It must be tempting.
But that has already been done before.

It’s not very attractive to see it as a transaction condition.
I shook my head leisurely.

Certainly, a sweet suggestion.
That said, the wandering moon.

You.
Caught.

– Caught? What is that

Light comes into the image.
It is a woman’s will and stubbornness.
A shining presence even in the dreadful abyss.

The ugly will perish just by touching the light.
There is no way to resist.
After all, she is the incarnation of the sun.

-How… !

The thoughts left by the moon god faded as he spat out his deathbed.
Wasn’t this what I wanted to see from Ea?
She overcomes her many despair and frustration and burns with a bright light until the end.
Looking at the masterpiece I created, I put my mind down.

“I didn’t expect you to come this far, Arya.”

“Hello, beggar father.”

The word father made me confused.
That’s what Arya used to say when she was little.

“How many times do you have to say that you are an orphan…”

“You are my only father. Although he is a human scum who does all sorts of evil things to her daughter.”

It was me who raised her herself, so isn’t she wrong?

“… You ate one.”

We both looked at each other without saying a word.
If it were her, wouldn’t she feel that she was a very disgusting bad relationship?
Unfortunately, my vision is blurry.
I can’t talk too long.

“Are you going to see me off on the last way?”

“I? Like you? Why?”

“Haha, he must be too.”

“I just came to give you a word.”

“What are you trying to tell me now, are you going to swear at me in a cool way?”

Binggrae.
Aria with white hair smiles.

“Hey, he was quite zealous in harassing people other than me. My father.”

“Yes?”

“Did you think you were bothering me?”

“… What is that?”

“She is not ‘Arya’.”

“… ?”

“I want to say that the aria you are obsessed with is not ‘me’.”

What are you trying to say?
It’s hard to understand.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I am saying that Ea’s daughter, Arya, died right away. Could you be more precise? The thing you’ve worked hard to bully is that you’re nothing more than a person completely unrelated to Ea. How is it? How does it feel to know that all the things you thought you did in memory of your mother are meaningless? I am very curious.”

Are you saying that everything you’ve done in the past has been futile?
Do you think I’ll be shaken by that?

“It is not you who decides whether something is meaningful or meaningless. And it’s not you, that’s nonsense…”

“The succession ceremony of the saintess.”

I stopped.
Aria.
You laugh coquettishly

“Was it weird? Originally, I wasn’t that kind of person.”

“…”

Shut up
The succession ceremony of the saintess.
That time.

Certainly, the arias of that period were strange.
She did feel like a different person, though.
At that time, I thought she was just trying to notice the situation and avoid it.

“No way.”

“Does that brilliant head go away now?”

Realized.
As Arya said.
That wasn’t the aria I’d seen.

But she couldn’t believe it.
How could such a thing be possible?

“Nonsense.”

“It’s funny. Is your voice shaking?”

“It wasn’t you? Then who am I…”

“It was a tough effort, Father.”

Meaningless thing.
Not.

It’s not pointless.
It’s not pointless.

Oh, I am
I.

For what.