169 – Dark Magic War – 6
“……Saint?”
The boy’s fisheye was dumbfounded at the sudden change of title.
It was really funny. Only at the very end of the end, when all attempts have failed and Christine’s soul is torn to shreds and melted into her memory, she realizes it.
“My God.”
The world started to change. The darkness and darkness that covered the heavens and earth lifted and the blue sky was revealed. The blue drawing paper called the sky was painted with white paint called the cloud.
“Now, this disloyal lamb has found out everything.”
No matter how hard he tried, his mouth opened naturally. Christine calmly accepted the divine power dwelling in her body, and rose toward the sky as Christina had done.
The reason why Christine worshiped the boy as a god, the reason why the boy appeared in a long dream, and the realization that she finally got.
It was because Christina, a saint of the past, believed in the Church of Charity, and the mother, the only deity of that religion, dwelled in the boy at least a part of her status.
There were a total of three people who remembered Charity.
One was the old priest who held the goddess statue at the end, and the other was Saint Christina Hildegard, who had a body that God should dwell in.
If so, who was the one left?
Who was the only one who would never die, never grow old, and enjoy immortality forever in the world, but still be able to remember loving-kindness?
“That’s right, my god.”
Therefore, the only god of the cult of charity, which was on the verge of disappearing after exhausting all its strength, spent a long time with a part of its status dwelling in the boy’s soul.
Christine came to understand the fragment because of the soul bond the boy used, and after accepting Christina’s memory flowing from her soul, she naturally worshiped the boy as a god.
The reason that Soul Binding was not properly cast was that Christine was already being healed by another soul, and the reason that Christine worshiped the boy as a god as soon as she woke up was because Christina’s soul, which was mixed in one body, believed her god dwelling in the boy. because I noticed
The moment Christine accomplishes the act of truly realizing God. That moment was now.
The soul pulsated slightly.
“I’ll save the god soon, so please, wait a little longer.”
With that said, Christine took a step back. It was Christina’s job, not Christine’s, from now on.
The body floated high into the sky. The sky cleared of darkness was dazzlingly blue.
It was not light streaming from the sun. The sun did not rise in the darkened sky. Instead, the divine power flowing from Christina filled the place.
The sun, ashamed of its own light, hid somewhere, and the moon shyly followed.
A second sun has shone on all things in the world. It was a warm sun that had mercy on humans, smiled benevolently, and embraced with love.
Christina prayed to her God.
ㅡGidden, my God.
Brilliant light burst from his body. Everyone in the city fell to their knees as soon as they saw the light. It was an act that came from the heart.
No one doubted that he was kneeling. It didn’t matter whether I believed in religion or not.
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Just as flowers yearn for the sun, it was only natural for humans to fear the gods. That’s why I kneel before that miracle and praise God.
Except for one thing, the boy.
“What the hell is this…”
Despite the boy’s empty murmur, Christina continued to rise into the air. Christina’s body was no longer a human body, but a halo of light in the shape of a saint.
It was such a light that other humans were not even allowed to look at it. Except for the boy, all the other humans buried their heads on the ground and sent only infinite awe.
If it was just an ordinary light, the boy would either burn his retinas or look away, unable to bear it any longer.
But for some reason I didn’t want to do that now. It didn’t even seem like it should.
The black rain that had been pouring from the darkness was purified and disappeared as if it should have been. The collapsed city has been restored, and the blackened nature has regained its green color.
The most holy light that descended at the most terrible moment covered the world, burning all unclean beings.
“Saint!”
the boy exclaimed. Unknown to the others, who were sinking their heads in uncontrollable awe, the boy could see clearly. It was visible in the boy’s eyes.
Christina’s body burning in real time even at this moment.
The saint’s robe draped over her body had turned into a handful of ashes and was sticking to her skin, and even the skin on which the clothes were clinging could not stand the divinity, so it cracked and burned and fell to the ground.
Even the eyeball must have been crushed, and the bandage covering the eye was a mess of leaking blood. Hair was no exception.
In inverse proportion to the destruction of the saintess’ body, her body’s brilliance grew brighter.
Cristina spread her arms wide. In that gesture, in that simple act of just stretching out an arm, even at this moment, all the bad things humans tried to trample turned into dust and disappeared.
“Kyaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
A scream was heard from the sky. It was the voice of a woman mad in love. The terrible miasma of death that filled the air returned to the normal sky.
The saintess, Christina, Christina Hildegard, the goddess of benevolence that dwells in her body did not utter any words.
It was just returning the world to the normal world it should have been.
“…”
The miracle was short-lived. The feeling was as long as eternity, but the actual time was not much.
The halo of light went out. A woman’s struggles in pain could be heard from far away, and at the same time, the golden light faded and the woman’s figure, barely remaining, fell to the ground.
God was gone, but no one moved with their heads in the ground. I couldn’t even dare to do that.
Only the boy remained and carefully caught the saintess who was falling to the ground.
When the light left, Christina who lost her god was devastating. If you say this is human, anyone will snort you and tell you not to lie.
Only a handful of stiff, stiff hair remained, and all of the skin was burnt, exposing the blood vessels and muscles.
I couldn’t find a piece of the cloth, whether it had stuck to the skin or if it had just burned. The left arm and both legs were shattered from the impact of the landing, and only the right arm was barely attached.
Cristina seemed to struggle even to exhale.
“Holy Maid.”
“…”
“Is this… was this the last rite the saintess spoke of?”
“…”
There was no answer coming back, but the boy muttered without hesitation.
“Is it really what the saintess wanted, to sacrifice her own life and even forget her existence in people’s memories?”
“…”
“Is the reason you asked me to remember you for this?”
Cristina made no reply. Instead, he only pointed at the bandages covering his eyes with his right finger, which now had only a little shape left.
“Please remove the bandage.”
nod
“Why? They said you would never solve it.”
Actions did not replace words this time. My heart was too big for that. So, he pursed his lips to express his feelings.
I believe you will know.
“……haha.”
The boy, who was desperately reading the shape of his lips, smiled dejectedly.
“You want to see me in person at the end.”
As he said, the boy carefully removed the bandages and muttered in a bitter voice.
“Even if it wasn’t a dying request, I would have listened to it.”
When the bandage covering the eyes was completely removed, the two pupils were exposed. Before they burned, the eyes would have been very pretty, but they weren’t anymore.
“Are you done? Can you see me?”
nod
Cristina nodded with difficulty, and raised her right hand, which had become stubby with no fingers left, and brought it to the boy’s cheek.
Tok, the black lump of charcoal touched the boy’s cheek. It was a very short and light contact that was embarrassing to even say it had touched.
However, that was enough for Cristina.
The arm, which had completely lost its strength, fell to the ground. The bitten eyes stopped moving. It was like that, with a faint smile drawn on his lips.
The boy didn’t cry. He didn’t even frown. He quietly closed his sore eyes, which had remained open, and brought his remaining right arm together over his chest.
Then, with the blood and soot-stained bandages he had just peeled off his eyes, he wrapped them around his right hand and picked up the greatsword he had casually thrown away to catch the falling body.
Leaving behind the bewildered people, the boy stepped out of the castle wall.
“Wait, Olivia.”
Words muttered that no one would hear.
“I’ll find you now.”
Christine opened her eyes. It was no longer in the blackened forest, but inside the small temple where he knelt and prayed.
“So… was that so…”
I could see why Christina had said this realization was impossible. It was because it was a realization that was premised on failure in the first place.
Failure after failure, realization possible only before Christine and Christina’s memories are almost assimilated. It was absolutely impossible without risking one’s life from the beginning.
Moreover, I could see a little why the woman had called herself Christine’s ancestor.
Cristina was abandoned at a very young age and had no last name. However, the god of loving-kindness designated her as a saint and bestowed her with the surname Hildegard.
He learned in advance that the goddess would read the future and dwell with a woman named Christine Hildegard, and because of that, she bestowed the castle of the future on the past. It was a truly bizarre causal relationship.
Christine unwrapped the bandages covering her eyes and wrapped them around her right hand. Her god, each other’s god, was exactly the same as the one wrapped around his right hand.
There was no miracle of the bandage wrapping itself, and there was no feeling of divine power in the bandage.
That kind of thing was good. As long as I understand all the complicated processes involved in my own memories and destiny, I won’t leave this heart here.
“…my god.”
Christine, with an old bandage wrapped around her right hand, slowly stood up.
“Now, this disloyal lamb is coming to the rescue.”
