Chapter 196 – 196. The Most Precious Master Can’t Laugh Because He Doesn’t Laugh!? Slave Shock! Let’s Be Happy for the Master!
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I broke up without a long conversation with the gwonsa as an excuse of schedule.
Sylvia looked worried, but I pretended nothing was wrong and encouraged her to continue playing.
But even after that, Sylvia seemed to want to say something.
“I’m out on a date today, so let’s just think about having fun.”
He kept paying attention to her, so when he said that, Sylvia struggled to nod her head.
We arrived at an indoor ice rink that is open 24/7.
It was an ice rink.
Squeaky. Squeaky.
Needless to say, Sylvia, who was skating, was cute and pretty.
But other thoughts mixed in my head, and I couldn’t fully focus on her beauty as usual.
That thought was about her mother who had gone before.
My mother was a soft-spoken mother, in a good way, and a hogu in a bad way.
The actions of always trying to pass gently without bumping into anyone in life are still vivid.
And I look just like my mother.
In a neighborhood where she lives with all sorts of strange neighbors, her mother tended to ignore unpleasant interference or malice from others rather than responding to them one by one.
Nature was like that, so I lived like that all my life and then left.
I thought it would be the same, but I changed a little by meeting Sylvia.
Not many changes have occurred.
Only when it came to things related to Sylvia, she was able to actively sharpen her blade and wield her sword.
‘Of course. It’s like everything to me.’
To say that it is all is not enough.
I could give everything just for her smiling face.
Because she is also a person who is overjoyed by her trivial contact, we can enjoy extreme happiness through each other.
“… Lol.”
Looking to the side, Sylvia smiled as if she noticed.
It was obvious that he cared about me.
Seeing that clumsy smile made her feel loving and sorry.
‘What the hell am I doing… ? You must be on a date right now… ‘
Seeing my expression, Sylvia insinuates.
“Do you want to hold my hand?”
“Oh yes, then.”
I watch her gently dragging her skates along with her.
‘Whoa, stupid bastard… ‘
Silvia’s smile, which had been as bright as a flower in full bloom at an aquarium, was blurred as she tried to contain her concerns about me.
Her teeth trembled at her own foolishness, and her guilt filled her.
She was more than stupid, it was terrifying.
‘You fool… Stupid guy… How dare you do this… Can you still call yourself a slave? ‘
Sylvia and I were having a lot of fun.
It was such a precious time.
The person who ruined it was me, no one else.
‘Let’s stop blaming ourselves here.’
Blaming herself would make Sylvia even more restless.
What is more important than self-blame is self-reflection.
Because all I really want is Sylvia’s happiness.
‘To do so… I have to undo her messy brain.’
Sylvia and I have a strong master-servant relationship in which we feel the happiness of the other person as our own.
I needed to brighten up my mind in order to rectify the current situation.
The bad relationship had to be liquidated.
“—The day is still bright, and my child is following me like this, so let’s go around together one more time, right?”
Then, an eerie hallucination sounded.
The voice of a person I wish I hadn’t met in my entire life, if it hadn’t come up buried in my memory.
Suppress the urge to get up again to subside.
‘I can’t be sick inside like this.’
Realize again
The most important fact.
‘Because I’m Sylvia’s slave.’
Let go of hesitation.
Sylvia’s flawless smile.
To get it back, it shouldn’t bother me.
The reason my heart was shaken was my encounter with a bad relationship.
The image of him living well was imprinted in his mind.
I can’t afford to forget him.
‘I want to see Sylvia’s bright smile again.’
He must pay the price he deserves.
To get Sylvia’s smile back as soon as possible.
I have to remove the shadow that has been cast over me.
“I’m sorry, Sylvia.”
“Yes?”
At my call, Sylvia slowed down on the ice.
I turned her head to mine and met her eyes.
I made up my mind and told her.
“Do you know how to use magic like past poetry?”
Past vision.
An obvious psychic ability to examine old memories engraved on objects or opponents.
Upon receiving the question, my genius beautiful girl master smiled.
“I don’t know, but if you want to learn it right away, you can learn it.”
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Sylvia, who had not been able to enjoy her ice rink for a while and left, showed no signs of regret.
Rather, she seemed to be more engrossed than I was in my resolution.
I was moved by how he prioritized me over the continuation of the date he was looking forward to.
“—[Detect]. It looks like it’s still here.”
Having transferred onto the aquarium building, we immediately identified the location of the guru.
“How long do you think it will take to learn magic?”
“It will only take 3 minutes including reading time.”
Sylvia took out her magic book from her child’s room.
Chararak.
The page of the magic book that floated in the air unfolds alone.
“Hmm, here it is. Past poetry.”
Sylvia rested her chin on her chin and read her words.
She was quick to speed-read.
“It’s not that difficult.”
“Isn’t it difficult? Is my master amazing or is it really easy?”
“Puhh. It’s not easy. Everything is relative.”
In other words, it was difficult, but because Silvia was good, she was saying it was easy.
“What are the restrictions? It’s against a person who is far away and moving. Is there anything else you need to prepare?”
“Whoops! It’s being checked in real time, so there’s no problem, right? It’s all thanks to this master’s ability. I know with honor.”
“Five… “
Sylvia was proud of my admiration, and she continued.
“The other limitation is that you can resist magic according to your magic power, so you have to subdue and use it to succeed. Isn’t this something to consider?”
“You mean you can just use it.”
“Right. So, just talk to the master at any time.”
Sylvia said confidently.
She asked after nodding her head as she looked at her cute expression of smugness.
“Can you write it right now?”
Chuck.
Sylvia holding her cane and pointing it in front of her.
It was the first time I used magic, so I was serious.
However, since she developed even dimension shifting herself and was just using it for the first time, she was a bit cautious, and she had nothing else to do.
Whoo-
A wind arises due to magical power.
I knew it was high-ranking magic, but with such a strong reaction, it took an enormous amount of magic power.
In her cadet outfit, the fluttering skirt would have caught her attention, but she was serious in her jeans shorts, so I only saw her wonderful and beautiful face.
“—[Fast Vision].”
As Sylvia shouted her sister-in-law, the magic light that had been raised inside the aquarium building penetrated me.
I accepted Sylvia’s magic without resisting.
Then, in her head, the memories of the guru were divided like a photo album.
An album of memories was created in the middle of my head.
I could understand the function somehow.
“It’s okay?”
He closed her eyes and nodded her head.
Judging by the question, it seems that it only applied to me.
‘In the first place, only one person can bet at a time… Anyway, let’s take a look.’
Looking through the memories listed like albums, I recall the reason why I decided to write a poem in the past.
The reason I chose Past Poetry was because of the fraudulent intuition I had acquired after contracting with Sylvia.
I didn’t want to mix a word with a human like that anymore.
While clearing the past, you need to minimize stress.
A disgusting fake that made me a pitiful person who needed to save my mother for not coming to church.
Unless my mother comes back alive and forgives him, no matter how much time passes and no matter how much he has changed, a guru will forever be a pseudo guru to me.
Still, I shake my head when I ask myself if he did anything wrong to tear me apart like that.
All he did to me and my mother was simply verbally babbling, and even that was not an open curse like, ‘Your trashy life is going to hell!’.
If you think of his clever words, he must have made the followers understand it on their own.
I, whose nature is not poisonous, cannot possibly retaliate for having done such a thing.
Therefore, I needed more facts that I did not see and did not know.
That said, I didn’t want to interrogate and question the guru, but my intuition did the job.
‘It’s enough to rely on great magic.’
You have reached the desired historical time period.
It seemed that the memories listed in chronological order could not be better organized even if the person concerned tried to recall them.
When I focused a little, the sound came out as it moved as if it were a photo album, and when I concentrated on it, it seemed to play while filling my head.
‘Same goes for the video beads my mother-in-law used. Magic is secretly high-tech.’
An accidental memory reached my hand.
‘Let’s see what it is.’
It was the memory of building the first church.
Thoughts accelerated, and regeneration flowed in fast-forward.
It seemed like you could see a lot in a small amount of time.
As a result of examining the selected memories, I was able to learn trivial facts.
First of all, the pastor, the father of Kwonsa, was at least a formally ordained pastor.
On the other hand, the gwonsa did not formally study theology, and all he learned was watching his father’s actions from the sidelines.
So, among the elders, deacons, and gwonsa, excluding the pastor, the position that was chosen at will was the gwonsa.
In fact, the position next to the pastor is elder, but he did not choose the elder because he thought that he felt old because he was unmarried.
More than anything, he was thinking that elders weren’t really good at all.
‘… He’s a funny person.’
The butler ends with a sass, but he thought he was like a servant.
It was to come up with the image of a hired butler who helps with household chores, which is a homophone.
So, the position he finally chose was a guru.
‘Huh.’
However, gwonsa is a woman’s job.
Simply put, a woman who will do the work of a butler is a gwonsa.
He decided to do gwonsa following the image felt in the sense of language, ignoring the actual meaning or role.
‘This is where the business mindset comes from.’
Afterwards, the pseudo-rich, who decided on the positions of first and second, had a conversation about how to gather and tame believers.
From the beginning to the end of the story, I was able to grasp the idea that Ilshin Youngdal’s only goal was to earn money and to be looked up to by others.
‘It’s enough since I roughly looked at this.’
I decided to look into other memories.
Flipping through the album of memories, I found the day I last left church.
‘… Let’s see next week.’
It was something I remembered myself, so I opened up the memories of the weekend when I didn’t go to church.
I decided to skip the other parts and only watch the ‘Word’ time when the guru comes out.
From the first week I didn’t go to church, the guru very lightly talked about me and my mother who were absent.
-Come on, everyone. Do you remember what we talked about evangelism last week? But now I see that Jin Yu-seong has not appeared. Perhaps it is in the process of persuasion.
Standing in front of the podium with a microphone, the guru casually makes headlines with shameless remarks.
It was certainly unpleasant and infuriating, but it was also not something to be overly vindictive.
‘… See you next week.’
However, in the second week, I started to speak more carelessly in the ‘Word’ class.
– We are all! In society and in the process, going through all the hard work and getting tired! I have a mind to take a break even on weekends. It is so natural! But there is something strange about not being able to spend even a moment with our Lord Jesus Christ. Why… That’s right! Satan the devil—they whisper cleverly without us knowing!
-Amen!!!
– Satan devils do not want us to go out to worship or praise God. That’s why cowardly indeed! Inflate fatigue! They’re trying to manipulate us! You don’t, but there are too many of them around. I couldn’t come here today because I was trying to persuade… This is the mother of Saint Jin Yoo-seong.
-Amen!!!
I grinded my teeth.
The gwonsa’s speech and the sound of mad Amen continued all the way after that.
The voice was unpleasant, like the noise of nails scratching a blackboard.
-… Everyone who came to the weekend service without losing the hardships of the body! You have overcome the persecution of the world! You have been called by God and gained the kingdom of God! Those who have been promised eternal life as children of God. Let’s pray! For Jin Yoo-seong and his mother who couldn’t come here!
‘Such a crazy pseudo-bastard.’
Because it was Kwon’s own memory, I also heard thoughts.
– Hehe. Stupid bastards. I told them not to pay if it was a waste, but more offerings come in every week. Surely no one will go hungry? Just in case, I’ll have to keep a few words ready in case the laggard comes out.
‘Huh, even the slightest hesitation disappears.’
While examining my memories, I was able to organize my thoughts and reasons for the guru’s actions.
The guru made use of ‘poor, stupid beggars’ and made mother and me chewing gum.
In his own way, he used religious language and wrapped it up in a plausible way, but the guru emphasized it by using clear expressions that were easy for ‘beggars’ to understand.
In order to give the ‘beggars’ who believe they have been promised salvation a more realistic sense of false happiness.
Mother and I were, in effect, sacrifices.
As those who could not be saved, my mother and I were disbanded by words to the guru.
‘Should I say that my life was saved because it’s the 21st century?’
The guru secretly decorated the “Beggars” As victors and branded my mother and me as losers.
It gave a sense of ecstasy by promising a future without a guarantee, and gave a low sense of superiority by referring to an existing sacrifice.
In words, it controlled the emotions of the believers by giving them mental pleasure like a drug that they could not get out of once they were addicted to it.
And the absolute purpose was only for himself.
‘So they make offerings and evangelism more active… It’s the same as the multi-level uncle. No, it’s worse.’
Through later memories, I was able to see the clear growth of the church.
Finally, the number of ‘poor and stupid beggars’ trying to restart in heaven had increased in considerable numbers.
They envisioned a rosy future in which they would get a high level of contribution depending on how much money they gave in proportion to their wealth in this world, and receive a much larger return in heaven.
It was an unfounded conviction that the money he put in would surely increase, like a coin plate.
‘Fifty times, a hundred times, a thousand times… After death.’
No, the guru who exploited the believers became happy.
On the subject of being happy alone, he giggled abominably that what he had done was a win-win.
After all, as long as you believe in your own words, you will be relieved.
‘And then, a wonderful offering appeared in front of my eyes… It’s me.’
Regardless of whether it was possible, the guru who had the intention of using me again.
In the end, I felt a surge of disgust at the sight of him only thinking of filling his stomach.
I opened my eyes and returned to reality.
Time only passed in an instant.
Sylvia, who had been waiting quietly, asked me.
“My slave, I don’t like your expression. Are you okay?”
Seeing her eyes, I wondered if my expression was that bad.
At the same time, gratitude seemed to erase much of the discomfort.
He smiled softly and stroked his master.
“The only one who worries about me is my master.”
“Then who cares about my slave but me? So what are you going to do?”
The subject was omitted, but I couldn’t help but notice that it was a question about the treatment of the gwonsa.
I said after a short thought.
“What that person did was, on the surface, to make me feel better. So I guess I should be fine too.”
“Yes?”
Seeing her tilting her head made her laugh.
“Haha! Is it because our master is kind? Didn’t you understand what I meant?”
“Phi—so what are you going to do?”
He whispered into Sylvia’s ear, who was curious.
A fact that I doubted when I met the guru, and now I am sure of it.
Sylvia, who heard the contents, opened her mouth.
“That, really?”
“Honestly, this helps. No one gets hurt.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t hurt… Ugh, but how could that be? It is so terrible.”
Soraschi hugged Sylvia.
It must have been a situation she couldn’t understand with her common sense.
‘A guy like me was a guy who just suffered and endured. Even now, it seems difficult to change drastically. If it’s just a little… I have to work hard.’
However, he has no intention of resorting to violence.
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