162 – divinity in the past
Christine was sitting on her knees in a prayerful posture in a small temple deep in the mountains, wrapped in old, bloodstained bandages and covering her eyes.
It had already been over a day since they had entered the temple, but Christine didn’t even think to move.
It was because I was in extreme confusion, not knowing how to deal with the bland emotions I felt for the first time in my life. Since the head has not been able to work and has hardened, the body moves according to instinct.
The reason Christine’s head couldn’t spin anymore and stopped thinking was because of a voice. The voice of a benevolent woman echoing directly in my head.
Christine hadn’t killed a single human being in the three days she walked to reach this temple.
Where could that be, no one was hurt, no one was hostile. I was walking aimlessly and walking aimlessly.
It was the first time. The enemy who has left God’s hands empty for such a long time. If it had been Christine in the past, she would have been looking for a human to offer to God with lights in her eyes, but now, for some reason, her heart was calm.
I couldn’t fully comprehend the feelings I was feeling right now. It was all the more so because Christine had lived a life stained and stained with blood and violence, with no blood on her hands.
‘Divine power… … It’s not that I’m weak… … .’
Christine stared down at her hands, so delicate and delicate that it was hard to believe that they had killed so many people. There was nothing to use except when praying, and his hands were very clean.
However, if you ask if the divine power has weakened, that is not the case again. The divine power that wrapped Christine’s body still harbored enormous faith and belief.
However, the white flame mixed with yellow no longer burned everything except Christine and her God as heresy. This was also a first.
The humans who approached Christine, who covered her eyes with bandages and walked like crazy, did not get engulfed in divine flames, but only turned into blank eyes.
Even Christine didn’t bother to kill people who had lost their sense of humor because of the constant voices in their heads.
If it was the usual Christine, if it was Christine who only had food and faith in her head, they would all have been sacrificed as a wriggling piece of meat with their limbs ripped off.
But it wasn’t.
Every time Christine tried to kill humans who approached her as a sacrifice, a voice echoing directly in her head interrupted her actions.
Then, from the depths of his heart, he raised his divine power to mesmerize the humans and distract them, easing the situation. Christine just watched as the sacrifices returned.
The curious thing was that he didn’t feel the slightest bit offended, even though his body was no different from being forcibly manipulated by the voices in his head.
Rather, it seemed to be the way it should be. It seemed to me that, of course, I should obey the voice and serve it.
The moment I followed that voice, a kind of fulfillment and warmth that overflowed was a bonus.
Perhaps, it was because of this holy relic that covered his eyes.
Reaching out to Christine, she gently caressed the worn-out bandage around her eye as if she were holding a shrine. I felt the texture of the rough cloth on the tips of my fingers.
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Just by touching the bandage, his body was filled with divine power. My heart became warm, and faith overflowed until it overflowed. It was a very strange thing.
“Have you calmed down now?”
As soon as Christine heard the woman’s voice, she shook her head in shock. Before the thought of having to lie down even occurred to me, my body moved first and made it.
I didn’t dare to look straight at her.
It was like that a day or so ago. Christine, who had been praying while shutting herself in a small temple in the mountains, fainted faintly at the very moment when the image of a golden woman appeared in front of her eyes.
Shortly after he came to his senses, he hurriedly knelt down and prayed, and he has come to this point.
“Please raise your head. I did not come to receive your faith.”
“Me, how could an insignificant thing like me dare to do that.”
“You are not insignificant. You mustn’t put yourself down.”
After a few more benevolent requests from the voice of the golden figure to raise her head, Christine was able to lift her head.
The golden halo had the shape of a certain nun. Like Christine’s, it was a very simple and unadorned nun’s uniform, simple and flat.
However, unlike Christine, who wore a garter belt with a deep cut in the side to expose her slender legs and thighs, the nun in front of her had her lower body wrapped tightly in the hem of her long nun’s uniform.
“Have you still not calmed down?”
“…”
Christine did not dare to answer the woman’s question. It was because it felt disrespectful to even open my mouth and spit out this trashy voice.
Besides, I had to do everything in my power just to keep my head that kept sinking into the ground. There was no brain to speak out.
“Anyway, it seems that you are not in a state where you can answer.”
The golden woman only smiled bitterly, but Christine’s heart sank as if she had done something wrong.
“Sorry, sorry, ha…”
“You don’t need to apologize. If you treat me that way, this must also be God’s arrangement.”
The soft voice calmed down. The woman’s complexion took on a gloomy expression.
“…even if my god no longer exists.”
At that shocking statement, Christine looked straight into the woman’s face without realizing it. With such enormous divine power, the object of faith no longer exists?
Perhaps noticing Christine’s gaze, the woman forcibly raised the corners of her mouth. As soon as the shock subsided, his head was lowered again.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m sorry.”
“Ah, no, no. I, how dare I…”
My head was extremely confused. There were many things I wanted to ask the woman, many questions I had, and many things I needed to hear answers to.
However, he did not dare to ask the question. It was because the golden woman in front of me felt divinity that was similar to, or even more brilliant than, Christine’s god.
It was an act that Christine, who had more sincere faith than anyone else in the world, could never do.
Christine, who couldn’t speak first from this side and couldn’t keep silent, was at a loss as to what to do, but a woman spoke first.
“What is your name.”
At that kind voice, Christine could barely contain herself from crying. It was strange. It was difficult to hold back the tears that kept flowing.
“K, Christine… Christine Hildegard, here comes…”
I was going to say only my first name without my last name, but I hurriedly added my last name and said both my first and last name, thinking that I shouldn’t have anything to hide.
And as if that was the correct answer, the woman’s eyebrows curled slightly.
“Christine Hildegard… is that…”
Seeing her like that made me feel a little uneasy. It was because the words he spat out gradually became blurry and ended vaguely.
So, of course, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing something wrong.
“……Is that so. So……”
The woman’s eyes changed slightly as she looked at Christine while muttering something with her mouth. It was a very small change, but I was able to notice it at once.
The figure of a woman slowly sank to the floor of the temple. Christine just stared at him blankly.
Then, with a trembling voice, as if possessed by something, he opened his mouth.
“You… who are you? Are you… an angel sent by my God?”
“An angel of God…”
At the question posed in a trembling voice, the woman gave an ambiguous smile. I couldn’t understand the true meaning, but it was still a smile that didn’t lose its dignity.
Soon after, the woman began walking lightly toward Christine.
As the halo of light drew closer and closer, Christine was almost blinded by the light. The light was so intense that I wondered if I was going to pass out.
The woman stopped right in front of Christine, got down on one knee, and gently cupped her hands over her chest. A warmth and warmth that cannot be described in words rushed into the grasped hand.
The yellow eyes wrapped in bandages and the brilliant golden eyes exchanged glances. The woman nodded slowly.
“That’s not entirely wrong.”
Upon hearing the answer, Christine stiffened. Is this woman really an angel sent by God? Then, do you dare to hold the hand of an angel sent by God?
Christine, who fell into panic, was about to convulse before a soft voice added.
“However, that’s not quite right.”
The woman grabbed Christine’s hand and pulled herself up. Naturally, Christine stood up, hesitantly following the woman. There was no way I could shake off the clasped hands or follow this gesture.
The two stayed hand in hand like that for a while. A strange silence hung between the two. Christine fidgeted and waited for the next word.
Finally, the woman broke the long silence and opened her mouth.
“My name is Christina Hildegard.”
As if the world resonated in line with those words, the small temple was filled with brilliant divine power.
“Your distant ancestor.”
Behind her, the sun rose.
“I am the saint of the Cult of Charity, served by your god.”
