66 – Tales of Bygone Years: Christine Hildegard – 2
The boy who broke into the chapel of the Holy Church without hesitation said all sorts of insulting words about the pope and the god of the Holy Church.
Naturally, the church members gathered there were extremely angry and brandished all sorts of knives and clubs at the boy.
He was ready to kill the boy. With the power of the Holy Church at the time, it was possible to hide the death of a single person, so there was nothing more to hold back.
Furthermore, since it was a condemnation of a boy who had committed blasphemy, it was clear that the upper echelons would unconditionally cover up this murder.
However, the boy woke up without a single wound, as if he had been beaten. The church members panicked and swung their weapons more vigorously, but the result was the same.
The boy’s body regenerated everything no matter how many times it was stabbed, cut, and exploded.
Church members asked the priest for help. The priest, enraged to the brim with accusations that the pope had been blasphemed, used a miracle on the boy and decapitated him.
And I had to stare blankly at the boy who easily reproduced that.
After hundreds of execution attempts failed, they turned to the High Priest for help.
As soon as the High Priest heard the news that a heretic had committed blasphemy against the pope, he rushed at speed and unsparingly showered the heretic with holy power.
Of course, it was all in vain. Various physical forces, as well as the blessings and miracles of the priests of the Holy Church, could not kill the boy.
Rather, it was to the point of sarcastic saying that this was all, and that there was nothing I could do about it because I believed in an insignificant god.
The priests and church members were on the verge of turning their heads at the endless blasphemy, but because the boy regenerated everything no matter what kind of attack he received, he couldn’t find the right way to do it, so he only vented his anger.
In the meantime, a letter arrived asking for the boy to be taken to the Papal Territory. It was a letter engraved with the Pope’s seal.
As soon as the letter arrived, the boy was thrown into a corner of the cart like a piece of luggage and dragged away, and soon faced the Pope.
“You’re the one. The heretic who committed blasphemy against me.”
The pope’s voice was solemn, and each letter contained divine power. The priests who transported the boy cried on the spot and expressed their emotion.
The boy was, of course, an exception.
“Sacrilege against you? This is crazy asshole.”
“What now-“
“Why does the pope care more about his own welfare than God? Shouldn’t it be blasphemy against you and not blasphemy against God? You’re better than God. Is that what you’re saying?”
“You bastard! Can’t that snout shut up!”
“Why, did I hit the mark too hard? Well, it’s worth it. How much weight would I have gained if I sold the name of God and filled my stomach? I think I’ll be fine even if I don’t eat for 10 years, but I’m going to pray for a lifetime of fasting? Or Does that amount of fat disappear in 30 minutes?”
The pope could not stand it any longer and raised his hand and blew the boy’s head off. Even then, his anger didn’t ease, so he wheezeed and breathed heavily.
However, the blown head returned to normal before taking a few breaths.
The boy giggled and laughed at the Pope.
“I told you. You can’t kill me.”
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All she wanted was to kill the boy in front of her, no matter what.
“Send this vile heretic to the cellar right now!”
The pope’s thunderous roar caused the priests to move in haste.
After forcibly breaking his limbs and twisting his limbs, the boy, who was being dragged to the ground and dragged along, scratched the inside of the pope all the way.
“Don’t forget to fast and pray! God looks a little shabby, but who knows if he’ll listen to your prayers to lose weight?”
The basement where the boy was taken was no different from a torture chamber.
The instruments of torture with a long history were lined up everywhere, and all of them had a clear appearance that they had been used not too long ago. The musty smell of the basement mixed with the fishy smell of blood, causing nausea.
In such a space, Christine was staring blankly at a certain dungeon.
“Please do some research! You wicked heretic bastard!”
“Why, why are you not dying!”
It was a strange sight. Obviously, it was the boy who was being tortured, but the harsh gasps of breathing could be heard from the mouths of the torturers.
In contrast, the boy did not utter a single scream. There was only endless blasphemy against the Pope and the Holy Church.
“Oh, yeah, why don’t you believe me? Your gods are so pathetic that they can’t kill me. No, don’t pull out your arms first, listen to me first. Hey, wait. But if you pull out your tongue, you can’t speak— “
Perhaps he had really pulled out his tongue, and the boy’s words, which had been flowing nonstop, suddenly cut off. But the silence didn’t last long.
It wasn’t long before the chatter of blasphemy began to flow again. Is it the amount of time I blinked my eyes several times?
“Did your god teach you that? That’s crazy. I must have outlived you god? Who said that it’s okay to cut off my words so carelessly about religions and beliefs founded by people who just couldn’t do anything right?”
At this point, on the contrary, it was the side that tortured me.
one week. It has been over a week since the boy began to be tortured.
Nevertheless, the boy continued to insult God and the Pope no matter how his body was broken, and even the broken parts of his body were regenerated cleanly.
There were occasional flinches and pauses in speech, perhaps not feeling the pain at all, but the number of times I could count them on one hand was small.
Considering the fact that the torture continued day and night for an entire week, it was as if he did not respond at all.
While the boy was stuck in the basement, a lot of people went by. The pope, high priests, nuns, and the common people.
All of them cursed at the boy and spat hateful curses at the boy, but the boy just laughed it off.
He told me to kill him myself instead of babbling like that.
The Pope, who could not stand it, poured out tremendous divine power, causing a large-scale disaster in which half of the basement was smashed.
If it weren’t for Christine’s divine barrier, the entire basement would have collapsed.
The reason Christine is sitting here is because of the Pope’s orders. Watch that wicked heretic tortured, and find a way to kill it.
Christine nodded, of course, and had been watching this all week.
“…Let’s give up, brother. We have no choice but to tell the Holy Father.”
“……I have no choice but to do so. I will tell the Holy Father.”
In the end, it was the priests who were in charge of torture who were exhausted first.
The priests greeted Christine with a sullen expression, took off their aprons that were clean without a drop of blood, hung them on the wall, and trudged up the stairs to the basement.
“Hey! Where are you going? They say you’re going to kill me!”
Despite the boy’s cry, the priests did not look back. Perhaps sensing that no matter what he said, he would not come back, the boy frowned and shut his mouth.
The pope’s order was to observe the torture, so Christine stood up too. Since the priests had gone back, there was no reason to stay here any longer.
We must return to the side of the pope, the living god and the savior of the continent, as soon as possible.
The cellar, without the sounds of torture, was very quiet. Only the sound of Christine’s footsteps echoed loudly.
And Christine had just passed the door of the prison where the boy was being held.
“Saintess, right?”
Suddenly, Christine stopped. Perhaps he hadn’t even imagined that the boy would call him, his dead eyes turned towards the inside of the prison.
Through the bars, I could see a boy whose wrists and ankles were tightly bound by chains. The boy waved his right hand and said hello. The clanking of chains could be heard as a bonus.
However, Christine couldn’t understand what the action meant.
The greetings other people greeted Christine were bowing their heads or kneeling, and the Pope didn’t even say hello.
“What is the meaning of that action?”
The boy’s face changed slightly. Like, don’t you know this? It seemed like it was.
“Huh? This? Just a simple greeting.”
“That’s not how you say hello. Are you lying to me?”
“This is a casual greeting. There’s something more formal about it.”
Christine left the cellar without answering.
For a first conversation between a boy who would later half-awaken as a god and a girl who would become his only follower, it was quite a modest conversation.
Even after that, the Holy Church’s attempt to kill the boy continued endlessly.
Sometimes, they were soaked in holy water for three days and nights, and sometimes their bodies were completely evaporated by mobilizing ignorant divine power. At one point, I even tried to kill him by setting him on fire.
It didn’t work on the boy at all.
The pope’s anger grew deeper every day. Insults against himself flowed endlessly from the boy’s mouth, but it was natural since there was no way to shut up the muzzle.
It was up to the nuns who went into the room to do ‘night service’ to handle that anger.
At first, although he stumbled a little, he was able to walk out on his own, but soon he almost crawled out of the room, a few days later he was moaning in pain in bed, and a few days later he completely lost his mind and was sprawled on the bed. there was.
Of course, there were no complaints about him. On the contrary, it was to the extent that the nuns argued among themselves that they would go first, saying that it would be a great honor if they could die at the hands of the Pope.
“Why, why the hell can’t you kill that bastard!”
“I-I don’t know, His Holiness the Pope.”
“These useless things!”
Holy power burst from the pope’s hand and hit the head of the high priest. The priest’s head shattered into pieces.
The headless body fell to the ground, and the nuns around it quickly carried the body outside.
Even so, the pope, who could not stand it and smashed all the furniture in the room, including the desk and table, grinded his teeth and called Christine.
“Christine!”
“Did you call, His Holiness the Pope?”
Christine quietly bowed her head. The fact that the title was changed to just Christine instead of Saint Christine meant that the pope’s anger reached its peak.
“Kill that evil heretic by all means! Don’t even think of seeing my face again until you kill him!”
“All right.”
As soon as Christine opened the door to leave, three nuns rushed into the room. All of them were wearing clothes that were horribly small.
First of all, those three will surely die today. Christine smiled brightly and looked at the flirtatious nuns for a moment with dead eyes. The sound of the door closing was unusually louder today.
Since Christine was educated to follow the pope’s orders from a young age and to worship the pope as a living god, she had to follow the order given that she was ordered to kill the boy.
The boy’s sigh was the first thing that greeted Christine as she descended into the basement-cum-torture room, sorting out the torture methods she hadn’t tried yet in her head.
“It hasn’t even been a year yet, but have they already given up?
The boy, tied up in the same position as when he was first brought to the basement, greeted Christine with a wave of his right hand as soon as he saw her.
“Why are you here this time?”
“I have come to purify heresy.”
“Oh, so this time the saintess is trying to kill me herself? This is an honor.”
With a squeal, the iron bars opened, and Christine walked into the prison cell. The boy was looking at Christine with a smile.
I raised the divine power in my hand. A white flame burned in the clenched fist. I swung my arm lightly, and the boy’s chest melted horizontally.
The boy’s lower body, whose middle part had been completely erased, fell backwards, and his upper body tried to fall forward, but was caught by a chain.
Even though only the short upper body was hanging in the air, the boy still did not lose his smile.
“This won’t work.”
As soon as the words were finished, the lower body, which had been leaning backward, stood up and reunited with the upper body.
The blood that had been filling the prison floor had disappeared at some point. Christine’s dead eyes widened slightly at the sight.
“how……?”
“I told you. I can’t do that. Is there anything stronger?”
“…”
the stronger one.
Christine remembered what the Pope had said. Don’t even think about seeing yourself until you kill this boy.
If so, you must complete the order. Following the pope’s words was Christine’s reason and purpose for being.
The boy’s eyes began to be colored with white flames. It was divine power emanating from Christine’s whole body.
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Just by the white flames gradually narrowing the distance, the boy’s body continued to disappear and recover little by little.
“Oh, this looks pretty good. It’s not even comparable to the Pope.”
“Do not blaspheme the Pope.”
“But it’s true, so what? You’re much stronger than that pig. I’ll vouch for it. So—”
The boy’s words were cut off there. It was because Christine’s fist had melted half of her face.
Her mouth twitched a few times, and her face, which had melted away, returned to normal. And melted again.
Christine swung her fist.
White flames burned at each trajectory, purifying flesh and bone fragments, but it often returned to its original state as if it had never happened, even if the action was stopped a little.
At first, the boy’s face, filled with anticipation, gradually became expressionless.
“It can’t be done with this either.”
Christine stiffened at the boy’s careless words. If this continues, Christine will not be able to fulfill the Pope’s orders for the rest of her life.
I was scared. A feeling of fear crept up from the depths of my heart.
Christine, who couldn’t obey orders, was useless. And useless meant the same as heresy.
Except for heretics, all members of the Holy Church are useful. The pope had said so. However, Christine was now useless and might become a heretic.
I hated that. never.
“That, that’s all, please…”
“yes?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. His Holiness the Pope. Please forgive me.
“What, why are you like that?”
“Please, please. One more chance, chance, chance…”
“Hey, saintess? What’s going on—”
In an instant, the divine power that was covering Christine’s body caused a huge explosion.
Pillars of white light soared into the sky. All objects within a radius of several kilometers from the pillar, both animate and inanimate, evaporated.
Even if they were not within the exposure range, those who inadvertently looked at the white pillar immediately grabbed their mushy eyes and screamed.
It was truly an abyss. Thousands of people struggled with the pain of losing their eyesight.
The range of life being destroyed was gradually increasing its width. It was because the white pillar gradually grew.
“Christine!”
It was the pope’s cry that removed the white pillar that seemed to swallow the whole world.
The pillar Christine created was close to a nova explosion, so it was possible for the Pope and several high-ranking priests to survive.
When the pope’s angry voice was heard, the divine power immediately faded.
After literally ‘cleansing’ her surroundings, Christine trembled and knelt on the devastated soil, and the Pope approached hurriedly and immediately began to trample Christine’s head with his foot.
“This! Stupid! Bitch! What are you doing!”
“Forgive me, forgive me. Hee-ik, I’m sorry. His Holiness the Pope…”
“You stupid bitch who can’t even do what she told you to do! Do you know how much this building you blew up is worth!”
Christine cried and begged for forgiveness, not caring that her head was being trampled on. But the pope had no intention of stopping his action.
Not enough to stomp on her head, she showed her anger by kicking Christine all over the body.
From the pope’s point of view, it was nothing more than a thunderbolt in a dry sky. If Charlotte used this as an excuse, it would be the end.
No matter how high the prestige of the Holy Church was, it was impossible to cover it completely, even though a radius of several kilometers quickly evaporated and there were countless casualties.
It was the moment when the pope was rolling his head, beating Christine hard, thinking, “Should I get a tail cut?”
“Oh, he didn’t die this time either.”
A boy with a familiar appearance appeared next to Christine, who was lying on the floor and crying.
The pope was horrified to see the boy grunting and twirling his arm around his shoulder. It appeared out of thin air because the whole body evaporated and recovered, but the pope had no way to know about it.
“Yes, you bastard! How are you alive!”
“What? Me?”
The boy burst into laughter as if it were absurd.
“You didn’t die this time, so you’re alive, idiot. Did you gain weight in your brain too?”
“You wicked heretic bastard—”
“Oh, before that. I have something to say first, so shut up your mouth.”
The boy’s mood changed. The smile vanished from his face, and both eyes stared straight at the Pope.
It was very brief, but the atmosphere was so bloody that the Pope hesitated.
The boy who instantly took over the atmosphere pointed at Christine, who had fainted from crying.
“He, I’ll take him.”
