167 – Dark Magic War – 4
When Christine opened her eyes again, it was the same place, the same time, and the same as she had first entered her memory.
Normally, it would have been normal to have been quite surprised or amazed.
“Keuhuk… keuk, keuh euugh!”
The person in question was rolling on the floor, writhing in indescribable pain.
Painful screams echoed from his wide-open mouth, and tears streamed down his eyes. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and cheeks.
I even wondered if I could really define this with the short word pain. It seemed that the definition itself should be different from the senses that humans can feel.
If Christine, who has a tolerance for moderate pain, couldn’t stand it and rolled on the floor and shuddered, it would be more correct to say that an ordinary human could not stand it at all.
In the past, there was a time when they pulled out their tongues to lick the dust off their feet, ripped off their arms, and offered their bodies as sacrifices to the gods.
Christine was the kind of person who would calmly pass over the pain of having her body cut off or being torn apart without blinking an eye. That’s why I couldn’t understand the people struggling with the pain of having their limbs pulled out.
But the sensation I felt now was different. It felt like my soul was being torn apart. It was the kind of thing that I couldn’t express with any words and shouldn’t be able to express it.
I wasn’t sure if this was Christine’s pain or Christina’s pain. If there is one certainty, it is that it is a sensation that is close to impossible for humans to endure.
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Just the fact that he didn’t die of shock was a miracle. If I had been a normal person, I would have died the moment I tasted that piece.
“Kuu…!”
Thanks to that, Christine was unaware of the sound of something stepping on the ground as she endured the pain by rolling on the floor.
At least, she was able to notice that her god had been slammed down from the sky just like the last time.
“Saint!!!!!!”
The only difference was that he was struggling in pain unlike when he was standing in the woods with both feet calmly on his feet, and the boy who saw it was more urgent in his voice.
“Poem, my God…”
At Shin’s urgent voice, Christine barely held on to her spirit that was about to be cut off. It felt like I had found an oasis while wandering through the hot desert.
“You deal with it instead! The saintess’ condition is not serious!”
From there, a muscular giant came running with a thump. The boy hurried to Christine, and instead of her god, a muscular giant began to fight the centipede made of humans.
When the boy reached Christine, he carefully embraced her body. When I felt the warmth of my arms, it seemed strangely that the pain had gone away a little.
No, you shouldn’t be curious about these things. God himself takes care of this disloyal lamb, but can’t he overcome the pain?
“Saintess, are you okay?!”
“Keheuk, Coke…”
Still, it was painful. When Christine was asked if she was okay by her god, she couldn’t easily answer yes. For some reason, my throat was blocked.
My body was fine, so it was a mental problem.
Christine’s brain desperately tried to make sense of the context, holding on to the dying life.
Fortunately, my memory was still intact. Just enough for Christine to remember how this happened.
He felt the pain as if his soul was being torn to shreds by the enormous divine power, and returned to the point when he first entered his memory, and it must have been so painful for his mind to remember that pain.
At the same time, I had a vague understanding of what the woman who was said to be Christine’s ancestor had said was absolutely impossible.
It meant making the miracle that had been in Saint Christina’s body completely one’s own.
“Ahh…….”
“Saintess, saintess?!”
Christine had one last thought in her fading consciousness.
Maybe it’s really, really impossible.
Christine rose again in the woods. He just died from the agony of his mind. Fortunately, I prayed to God for the fact that I did not feel the pain this time.
Christine, who was finally able to think fully, waited in silence for what would happen after this. If Christina’s memories were to be repeated, the same event had to happen.
A centipede made of humans appears, and her god descends from the sky and fights with it, defeats the centipede, and asks if it’s okay.
It was fine up to this point. All was as expected. Even the act of burning the centipede’s body using a scroll was all the same.
The problem was then.
“Yes, it’s okay. Thank you for saving me, Shinto-sama.”
As soon as Christine uttered the words, she was shocked and froze in place. Did I use the expression Shinto-nim to God? dare?
I wanted to make an excuse somehow, but my mouth wouldn’t move anymore. The boy, who had heard the words, took it back casually.
“I just did what I was supposed to do. I’m glad that the saintess is safe. If she got hurt, I really don’t want to imagine what happened after that.”
No words came out at all. It was this feeling again and again.
If Christine could speak when she first came into her memory, but she didn’t speak due to various thoughts, now the act of speaking at all was impossible.
It was strange. I wanted to know what the hell had happened to me.
Christine wakes up in the woods once more.
It was the eighth.
And as soon as I opened my eyes, I sat down on the floor and vomited.
“Keuhuk! Cough, Cough…”
It wasn’t because I was hurt or that I was doing this. It was only out of disgust for Christine, for this sinner who was disrespectful to God and teased his tongue.
After the second attempt, in which he died of only mental pain, the third attempt went the same way.
God appears and rescues Christine, and following that guidance, she enters the temple and receives a report from a bloodied soldier that enemies are invading.
When he said he would follow, he followed the god who guided him to the battlefield, watched the battle progress, listened to the god crying out his heart, met the priest and handed over the statue.
Then, along with a short word to remember, a tremendous divine power dwells in her body, a level that even Christine could not bear to bear.
Christine couldn’t stand it, and eventually returned here, failing seven times.
“God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Of course, if it was just that, if it was just a failure, Christine wouldn’t be so self-loathing. The problem was elsewhere.
Tried after trial, Christine became less of Christine.
The restriction, which was simply to prevent people from saying what they wanted to say and sometimes saying what they shouldn’t say, became more and more powerful and broadened with each attempt.
Now, she casually referred to her god as a believer, and was not polite when talking.
Christine felt so resentful of herself. It shouldn’t be, but the more I tried, the harder it was to control Christina’s body.
“…So, that’s why you said it was absolutely impossible. Did you say that you could die?”
The cause was in the fusion of memories.
The more I die, the more I start over, the memories of Christine and Christina blend together. That was the reason why it became difficult to handle the body.
It was clear that if he continued to repeat death and return like this without much success, Christine’s mind would undoubtedly be consumed by Christina’s memories.
After being eroded and eroded again and again, I will lose my self completely.
Then, now, Christine’s soul will disappear while being trapped here, and the body remaining outside will face a lonely rotting end.
“It can’t be. It’s not like that.”
Christine made up her mind. Even if he died trapped in his memories like this, it was far better than being unable to do anything while deprived of God.
If you ask me to create a miracle, I will gladly do it. Promising that to himself, he waited for the monster to come here soon.
From far away, the sound of footsteps on the gumbul on the floor could be heard.
Christine woke up in the woods.
It was right after the twenty-seventh failed attempt.
