Chapter 844 – The Religion of Heavenly Changes (2)
The Nords had no ill feelings toward religion.
Although they were born unreligious, they were not ignorant enough to generalize the clergy’s personal corruption as the corruption of the religious world. In the first place, the medical and archaeological worlds are not free from such logic.
However, in Nord’s home planet, there were discussions about religion that lasted for nearly 10,000 years, so there was some knowledge picked up as a form of culture.
‘It’s over.’
So I was sure. Nefertiti’s point of view is the decisive blow.
‘Proving that God exists is the oldest conundrum in the religious world.’
Of course, things were different in this world and on Earth.
However, the only way for the Church of Vesta to prove the absence of God was self-destruction.
This gap would not be reversed by any means.
In a moment, Alcides, who was drenched in a cold sweat, cried out as if having a seizure.
Esmeralda squinted her eyes in contempt.
〈… Princess, stay still. This is a matter between our Church and the Count.”
By the time Esmeralda clicked her tongue, Nord was touching her bracelet for some reason.
What magic item is it? Looking at his status, it seemed like he would believe it if I said it was a very old ancient artifact. Nord laughed while he was doing that.
〈… Yes?〉
‘I told you to bring proof. The situation is not good, but a nobleman with enough status to stand as a witness is here.〉
Nord winked and Esmeralda straightened her complexion.
‘Ah, of course! Don’t testify!
Nord clicked his chin. Alcides trembled his fingers. At first, he intended to lay the stain on him for having stolen the Torpedo Chalice. It was only thanks to that fact that the sect’s innocence functioned as a threat. But the idea was clumsy. In an unprecedented situation where all the denominations lost their gods at once, Alcides’ arbitrary threat was reversed. The fact that Nords, who are not even Vestal followers, have Vesta mana. The speculation that had previously been the weapon of Alcides and the Church had now strangled him. ‘Should I check? Shouldn’t I?’ Which one is more profitable? The worry was fleeting.
‘… Check. Maybe I’m bluffing with lies!’
You can’t be consistent with ignorance. After becoming hostile to Wolfheddin.
It was Alcides who could feel Vesta’s mana in Nord without even measuring it, but he did not know the exact level. There is no possibility of deception.
Frustrated, Alcides clung to futile hope.
Knowing the truth will make you decide to lie or not.
I closed my eyes and chanted a blessing spell.
“Mother of the Holy Fire, look upon your servant… 〉
As he cast a spell with his mana, blessings rained down on Nord.
Then, Alcides felt.
“Ah, this, this… !〉
The flawless mana of lightning, and the pure mana that never loses to it.
Darkness and negative mana? Naturally, there was nothing like that.
Alcides dropped his praying hands.
‘Mithril class? Is this just a mithril class?’
Damn guys. Dog-like intelligence children. If this was a mithril class, I would be the emperor. Alcides was furious and terrified at the merchants who sold Nord’s information.
When he accompanied the Heresy Judgment as an apprentice priest, the surprise and fear he felt when he first saw the flames of the Paladins was not to this extent. It was like being an ant and looking up at the sky.
Among that vast amount of mana, there is the power of Vesta.
It was the same awe as when looking up at the vast sky and noticing the typhoon and thunder raging in it. Besides, the thundering typhoon might be headed towards him depending on Alcides’ choice.
〈Yes? Is this the end of blessings?〉
It was a question no different from before, but Alcides froze.
Alcides knew. That Vesta is not a god, but a human from the golden age.
Vesta, the god of lightning, is a Romanian from the past. The noble mana he felt while praying and conducting ceremonies was nothing more than a legacy left by an old sage for his descendants.
But why did the saint’s legacy fall into the hands of the Nords?
I heard the question, but it was a question that I couldn’t solve.
Nord did not hold all the priesthoods of other denominations, but the conclusion was the same regardless of the reason or circumstances.
The Church repeated acts of losing trust, and the only way to testify their faith was with Vesta’s mana—the mana of light and lightning—that they possessed.
But none of them show a thunderbolt as sacred as Vesta’s throne.
When it came to gathering faith, the Church would never win against the Nords.
〈Yes? You should hear the results.〉
Nord’s attitude was consistent.
It determined who had to change. He closed his eyes tightly.
〈… It seems that Count Wolfhedin has received a great blessing from the lightning god.〉
It was a declaration of surrender that finally realized the difference in position.
***
Our new black cow politely departed.
〈… Let’s go back first, Count.
Seeing that the letter ‘nim’ was added, it seemed that he understood the situation.
There was nothing to supervise. Now, nothing will be possible for them.
‘Among this Gangbuk-ho von Wolfhedin with a yaburi? There’s no way.’
They accuse me of being a thief who stole the lightning, or use the vesta mana I have as an excuse to tease me in ways such as ‘If you don’t want to make a big deal out of this fact, cooperate’.
They must have come with such an ulterior motive, but did they not think that we would proudly display Vesta’s mana? The situation was urgent, but it was a clumsy instigation.
‘It would have been possible if I had put the church’s power first.’
All those who have experienced a society of genetic innocence and innocence will sympathize, but it is possible to cover a dizzying force with money and personal connections.
Was he overconfident in the position of the pope?
If you can’t take the initiative and get dragged away, more vicious traps might have been waiting for you, but it’s just a failure because you got caught at the first threshold. What about this Def.
‘Anyway, it’s good for me.’
I was still, but the Church of Vesta rolled into Eul’s position with their own feet.
As much as they cooperated and colluded, the opponent who should have resigned collapsed while trying to launch a surprise attack.
The shackles were also filled. I just need to use it comfortably.
It seems that the warlock check is also off.
“Good work. Was it very ghostly?”
─Ugh. I praised the shivering Brunak.
As Optum said, and the Unicorn Warlock showed, if you put dark and negative mana in another object, you won’t suffer from its ill effects—the side effects.
This is the principle by which Equinox’s Takari escaped the technology to discriminate against a warlock.
‘Especially for me, Brunak controls both darkness and negative mana.’
It’s a double-triple security, so you can’t get caught if you want to be caught.
It’s a fact I knew, but it was a good result to actually experience it in person like this.
Having obtained such a good black cow, I also talked with the princess.
It was the princess who asked as if catching straw, but to be honest, it was embarrassing.
‘Your brother is dead. Let me express my regret.’
It’s best to just say that and kick it out. It was a bad choice for Henir to say something about the
But after thinking about it, I said it with difficulty.
〈… Let’s take a look. There are many who are paying attention to the whereabouts of His Majesty the Emperor. You can try to say something to them.〉
I sent her back with her stark reply, even if it was on purpose. On this side, since she couldn’t let her go alone, she attached her Val Curier, who hid her identity, as her escort. She said Dana, who attached a fully charged Val Curie to her mana. “Don’t you tell me? Where did Prince Rebelio go?” “There is nothing good to know.” “But. That’s right.” There was no particular reason why he said that to the princess. ‘The real whereabouts will be hard to find even for me, but I can tell you what the nobles found out.’ She’s sorry for her, but that will be enough. Isn’t it a harsh truth for a princess? If she recognized her, she would only suck her finger and lose her breasts, or she would try to do something herself and she would lose her petty life. Perhaps the day will come when Esmeralda herself will uncover the truth about her. When that happens, let’s not let the mad brother come to kill her brother. Even if I slay the son of a prince with my own hands and incur resentment. “This is a variation of Machoism, Bad-Effort.” “… Thoughtless goodwill often becomes bullying.” Perhaps having experience, Nefertiti furrowed her pretty eyebrows. She is as beautiful as she is There must have been many people who came to her to do something, whether it was a trick or a favor. Dana rested her chin on her too and nodded her head. “It’s impossible to tell her the harsh truth and pretend to be conscientious to make her feel better. There are times when she doesn’t know is the medicine. Although she can be misunderstood.” “Like the snowy family?” “Like your relationship with Odin.” Yes. Even if you have eyes to see her future, there are things you don’t know. Wouldn’t it have been burdensome even if I had heard the truth of the other world, who was engaged in a soul-to-soul fight with an ogre? It may cause misunderstandings like the Dana family, but let’s happily take on the responsibility. “Oh. Thank you earlier, Nefertiti.” Nefertiti shook her head. “Am I helpful?” “Yeah. Didn’t you change the mood on the spot?” Once the frame is covered, it is annoying to turn around. I was taken to the police station on suspicion of hidden camera, but my phone gallery is full of sluts? She then goes and makes excuses, but she only hears them as excuses for her sake.
—Before the gods left in disappointment at Romania, they gave one last blessing to a warrior.
—Now that the gods have abandoned Romania, a young Yellow Monkey stole the holy relic and gained power.
Purple. Aren’t both strong headlines?
Even the daughter-in-law would not know how the public opinion of Romania, which would become uncontrollable if it became a press war!
“… Faith and confusion, fear. People lose their temper when they get caught up in that.”
“Yeah. There was a possibility that I would be the only one to be hunted by witches.”
It may not be the territory that Britannia and I are in charge of, but here the Church of Vesta is much more popular. The fucking suspicious Z-Hero almost filmed a sweet potato hero.
“Yes. I also did well with Brunak.”
Nefertiti once again confirmed her performance and stared at me.
“I did a good job, so I want to receive an award.”
“… Award? What prize?”
“… Do you play together in your free time?”
It doesn’t mean that we all play together. Are you saying that the three of us want to play together with Brunac?
I had to laugh and nod my head.
“Good or bad. It’s hard right away, though.”
“Why?”
“We need to find the emperor before he runs away any further.”
Taking into consideration the divine power performance and legitimacy through Vesta, as well as other variables, it was right to find it and put it aside. There’s no reason to keep him alive.
Nefertiti nodded slowly.
“If that’s the case, it’s fine. Revenge of Tyrsi.”
“Even though I don’t seem to want to do that.”
When I said that, she readily nodded her head.
“Know. So, I am doing it.”
“… Is it like that?”
“Yes. Something like that.”
It’s been a while since I had a hard time reading Nefertiti’s expression. You’ll know if it’s a bad change or not. Because we were thinking of moving anyway.
It was when I shrugged her like that.
─Keying!
The inn room was covered with an unknown location. The bright room turned dark gray.
‘I heard that even a tiger will come if you say so.’
I smiled as I saw the aged emperor in the corner who was swaying with rage.
A familiar manifestation of authority.
It was Odin’s vision of the future.
