Chapter 89 – 19. Why Am I a Warrior? (3)
The ceremony takes place while the audience watches with bated breath. The group of cardinals and archbishops who followed the Pope moved forward for a month and surrounded the statue of Amanes in a circle.
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 speck of dust, saying they would do it tomorrow.
Attention is focused on the Pope, looking as if all preparations have been completed.
“Hmm… Let’s begin.”
After clearing his throat once, he rolled up his arms and stretched out both hands, signaling the start of the ceremony.
Next, she focuses her mind in one place with her fingertips neatly placed together.
Tuk-tuk-
Eventually, emerald-colored holy water fell like dew from the Pope’s hand.
A dark green gem-like shape with a density that is incomparable 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 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, you ascended carrying everyone’s burden. Please become a handful of light and appear again on this land that has disappeared…”
When 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 leaned forward in deep admiration.
In the game, you just had to recite the spell and the god would fall automatically, but here, the process has become very complicated.
After all, 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 attract each other and gather towards the stone statue in the center.
Soon, the things gathered together started shaking violently up and down, as if in a pendulum motion…
Bang-
The earth shook violently with a thunderous sound that felt like the sky was splitting apart.
“Ouch!”
I lost my balance due to the unexpected shock wave and fell forward and backwards, landing on my ass. For a moment, my vision snapped upward, and my eyes widened.
Wooooow- Wooung-
The sound of the ground disappearing as if it had never happened after a huge 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 see where it came from.
“Ugh…”
I groaned, clutching the back of my neck and raising my eyes.
On the side of the podium where the ceremony was held, dust rose and something like 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 answer that I’m fine.
Well, it hurts this much… There was nothing to worry about because I could do it 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 does not even feel the slightest shaking.
Lowering her hand from where she was drawing her holy water, she knelt down on one knee toward her 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.
Wow-
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.
Stumbling-
As she came out of the pillar of light, a woman in white lost her balance and swayed for a moment. When she was about to fall, she somehow managed to keep her balance and slowly lifted her head forward.
“Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been on earth, but it’s hard to even stand…”
A beautiful sound that instantly spreads throughout the quiet hall. A voice that was exactly like the one I saw in my dream echoed everywhere.
Trap, plod, 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, the Holy Spirit Amanes took out something brilliant from her arms without saying a word.
Wow-
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 took 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.
Thump-
A holy sword that easily penetrates the marble floor as if cutting tofu.
Holy God Amanes placed both arms on the cross guard of the holy sword stuck in the floor and quickly scanned each and every person gathered in the chapel.
And then Amaneth makes eye contact with me.
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 pointed at Isabelle, who was sitting at the end of the chapel.
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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 her hands, which were held by her Holy Spirit Amanes.
No… What?
I am 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, she was thinking about going back and stretching out her legs, but the more she looked, the more she became sad.
“Sister?”
The golden eyes of Sylvia, who was sitting right next to me, twinkled. Their eyes are asking for an answer as to what happened…
Now she also couldn’t understand what the situation was.
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, her, her, there are many people who fight well other than her. At best, I am a newbie who is close to the bottom. Compared to the guild leader, Rayna, she was someone who couldn’t even keep up with her.
Isabel slowly gets up from her chair, feeling as if she needs to stand up for some reason. She pointed to herself with her finger and asked again if she had guessed correctly.
“Yes, Isabel Perez. You. “You are talking.”
I denied it until the end because I thought it was nonsense, 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 know, come out quickly. Because I don’t have time.”
Amanes, unable to do either of these things, gestures and strikes the holy sword on the floor two or three times. I walked to the podium without even thinking about managing my facial expression.
Trap, plod, trudge-
As Isabelle walked forward, she noticed people moving aside. At some point, her eyes that normally looked at her were filled with awe, and she quickly cleared her way.
Isabel arrived so close by. With her Holy Sword at her center, she knelt down on one knee in the same posture as her Pope.
“Is that what you mean?”
“I don’t know how many times I’m saying this. Yes, you. Now that you know, get it out quickly.”
With those last words, Amanes lowered his 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.
Wow-
Stand up and grab the handle of the sword, the holy sword resonating minutely.
After looking at her several times, she gulped down her dry saliva and slowly pulled out her sword, and soon her entire sword engulfed her in light that hurt her eyes.
