Chapter 265 – 28. The Revival of the Aran Hedonism.
28. Revival of the Aran Hedonism.
Central continent.
It is a continent where many people have lived since ancient times with warm weather and high rainfall.
Goryeo in the western continent. If there is Mei in the East Continent, the Holy Empire exists in the Central Continent.
It is usually called ‘Terra Seongguk’, but unlike other countries, there are no hereditary nobles.
Even the highest ruler, the holy woman, is changed not by hereditary succession but by irregular oracles, so the decline of national power by a ruler has never occurred.
Taxes are also low, so there are almost none except for the so-called tithe and the 10% value-added tax attached to most transaction items, so it can be said that it is a truly good country for commoners to live.
Since there is no hereditary nobility and all taxes are managed by the central government, it is also the most centralized country in the world, except for the Mei Empire.
In the temple dedicated to the god Terra, a woman wearing a stocking walked in front of a statue that reflected her majesty as it reflected the light.
She walked lightly, so as not to make a sound, and went forward with her head lowered, just in case, to avoid meeting the statue’s eyes her.
Infinite humility and mercy. And she, a woman who did not hesitate to kill herself, finally reached and knelt before her statue her.
She put her hands together in front of her chest in prayer, and she began to emit her sonorous voice in her.
– My merciful Lord Terra. May there be no darkness as light today, and see that there is no sin in our hearts. I want the saints of the continent to be taken care of.
Lord Terra, you are merciful. Take care of this day as a light and take care that there is no desire in our lives. All people on the continent want to be taken care of.
Lord Terra, you are merciful. Please embrace me as light today as well, and watch over our people so that there is no suffering. I ask to see you from the people of the continent.
Her voice her, possessing divine power, resonated inside the temple and spread throughout the capital of the Holy Kingdom.
All the people stopped what they were doing and worshiped toward the place where the temple was located, and it soon exerted another divine power and spread to each city and province.
In the provinces ruled by bishops, the bishops also began the day with a prayer like this, and the local people also worshiped.
After starting the day through such a pious prayer, the entire kingdom of Terra is filled with the protection of the main god, and the good are warmly cared for, but the wicked suffer piercing pain, and thousands of years of glory have been here.
“Saintess, we caught the thief who stole the grain and ran away.”
A voice awakened the saintess who had been quietly closing her eyes.
Not too long ago, there was a gang of people who stole the grain stored by the church and ran away, but they were caught within a few days.
The saintess’ lips opened.
“To this place.”
“Yes.”
The saintess, Cecilia, got up neatly arranging her pure white clothes her.
Then she turned her body and looked at the same place as the god’s gaze.
It was the door through which those who came toward the temple always entered, and beyond that door they could see the outskirts of the city and beyond the gates of the city walls at a glance.
After a while, quite a few people walked into the temple.
Women dressed in white uniforms, just like the saints. Among the Holy Knights, they were Crusaders selected based on their faith and skills, in other words, they were the Saint’s bodyguards.
Because they are mentally connected to the saintess, they can sense her danger anytime, anywhere, and specialize in protection.
In a word, fate is shared.
“Lady. I have brought sinners.”
There were seven sinners in total.
All of them were scruffy, their hair was scattered, their clothes were frayed, and their faces were full of dirt.
They trembled and could not bear to look into the eyes of her saintess.
All of them bowed their heads, waiting for her punishment of her.
“How did you do this?”
The saintess saw through the hearts of the seven women.
As long as it was her religion her, she could read her mind her, so she knew that the women in front of her were not evil by any means.
The middle one of the seven women apologized by touching her forehead her to her floor her.
“Sorry! I have committed a mortal sin!”
“You must have known that your actions were sins. Isn’t it?”
What they stole was the church’s grain.
It is the same as stealing the principal’s property.
How can I pay for this sin?
“Yes…However…But children… My husband and children were starving. As the head of the family, I can’t bear to see that… Saintess! I don’t care what happens, but please save my husband and children!”
Women clung to her saintly clothes her.
Her hands were dirty and her white clothes were dirty, but no one in the room frowned.
Rather, he sympathized with the situation of the women and only shed tears.
The same goes for the saintess.
She leaned over and stroked her lady’s face.
It was dirty, but I didn’t mind.
“Then it would be my fault. God wants all people to live without wanting. He caused you to sin by failing to do the will of God, which is my sin.”
“Oh no! Holy Lady!”
“Nia.”
“Yes!”
“This is my fault, so open my warehouse and give it to these people. Then I, the guilty one, can atone for my sins, and these people can escape poverty, so isn’t it doing the will of God?”
“I will.”
“Ah… Saintess… Saintess… Thank you!”
Her ladies bowed to her in her elongation.
The saintess said warmly.
“All I offer are grains and seeds to eat. Eat the grain, but plant what will become the seed, and feed those who are in the same situation as you. If you do, even God will be pleased.”
“Yes… Yes… I will! I will!”
Cecilia saw off the women leaving with a grin.
“Saint, your clothes are dirty. Please change.”
“It is the heart of a person that is filthy, not the filth on the outside. There is no problem as it is, so don’t worry.”
She smiled gracefully, as if her sanctity was personified.
Although she was a little dirty, she was all dressed in pure white, and her hair and eyes her were silvery white, so she was truly a woman like white snow.
In the afternoon, when she was rendezvousing with her bishops her, she reported a group approaching.
“Holy Lady, we have caught those who preach heretical doctrine!”
“… Heresy?”
Cecilia got up and strode away.
“Bring him to the temple right away.”
“Yes!”
Her darkened face was quite different from when she met the seven women in the morning.
Eventually, when she arrived at the temple, dozens of Crusaders and several women who appeared to be heretics had already arrived.
Even though she was on her knees and her arms her were tied behind her back her, the heretics’ faces were calm.
It is said that she does not serve the main god Terra, but rather she serves a god named ‘Kora’, which she created herself.
“You guys are heretics.”
Suddenly, harsh words came out of the saintess’s mouth.
“On the subject of living with Terra-sama’s limitless grace, making idols and serving a heretical god is not enough, and it is not enough to propagate it and disturb the hearts of the people. Trash bitches.”
A woman laughed in resentment.
“This. The saintess has a bad mouth. She was rumored to have infinite mercy… That’s wrong…”
“Shut up! There is nothing to hear or say to heretics.”
When the saintess held out her right hand, a knight held out her mace.
It was a terrible weapon with an iron block the size of a melon attached to the tip of a stick and countless sharp thorns.
“Death to heretics!”
She swung her mace without hesitation and smashed the head of the woman who had opened her mouth her.
With a slap, her head her exploded, and her blood and brain fluid splattered in all directions.
“….”
Even after killing like that, her eyes didn’t waver at all.
The heretical missionaries were stunned by the sight.
How could a woman called the saint, the symbol of mercy, be so cruel?
“Chop this man’s corpse into small pieces and catch and feed them and other heretics.”
“Yes! Holy Maiden.”
“Uh, what… What are you doing…!”
The heretical missionaries were astonished, but the saintess, priests, and bishops seemed to understand this.
“If you think the amount is insufficient… Kill another heretic and let him eat his corpse his.”
“I will.”
“This, you crazy bitch… !”
“It’s not me who is crazy, but you guys who believe in and follow heretical gods. Please live a terrible life, eating rotten and rotten flesh. Then you will know how great Terra-sama’s grace is.”
Cecilia smiled eerily.
He maintains his life with porridge made by mincing the corpse of his comrades his, and when it runs out, he kills another to sustain his life his.
Then, later, one person will be left, and that one person will starve to death.
Absolutely the worst punishment ever.
It was Saint Cecilia’s favorite her to use against her heretics.
