7 – Crazy bitch in this district
The reason I allowed Christine’s ability to blossom was because I was worried that Mana Nullification might interfere with my super regeneration ability, but on the other hand, it was also because of my divine power.
The power of a god manifested by priests who believe in a religion that is distinctly different from mana.
I wondered if there was something different about the divine power, so I was marked as heresy by countless religions and questioned for heresy, but there was nothing special about it.
No matter what kind of torture device I was tortured with or how my whole body was twisted by divine power, my body was perfectly regenerated as usual, and the more I did, the more the priests went mad to condemn the heresy in front of me.
Later, I tried it once with the sacred church, which was the largest religion on the continent, but after I blasphemed it, even the pope came and tried to kill me.
After 3 days and 3 nights of trying, I was out of breath and asked what kind of devil did I get the power from, but I was really at a loss as to what to say. I really wanted to know what kind of madman gave me this power.
After even the Pope failed to kill me, there was only meaningless torture for a while, and nothing else happened.
I can’t just go over because I’ve been blaspheming so much to be branded as a heretic.
There were even talks of tying up the limbs and throwing them into the sea, but the pope insisted, saying that the only death penalty for heretics was death.
It was around that time that I met Christine and awakened her abilities, and the first thing Christine did as soon as she awakened her abilities was founding a religion that made me a god.
To be precise, she didn’t do anything special because of her fanatical belief, but a separate divine power was bestowed on Christine using me as a medium.
It was the moment when God was created by humans.
The doctrine of the religion, with one believer and one member, was simple. That God wants death, and that all humans other than himself are unbelievers.
Yes, that ‘God wants death’ part was the problem. Because it could be interpreted as meaning that I want my own death or that I want another human being’s death.
Naturally, I took the former meaning, but Christine didn’t seem to.
At first, Christine followed my words and desperately searched for a way to kill me, but within a few years, she started to annihilate other religious groups by wandering the continent for what the hell was on her mind.
The testimonies heard in the process were horrendous. Like having his limbs pulled out alive, or breaking his limbs and nailing them to a cross and praying until the screams died down.
In particular, the one who suffered the most damage was the Holy Church.
The Holy Church was so powerful that it was openly arguing that they should break away from the kingdom and establish a new country centered on the pope.
After Christine persistently slaughtered the church members and burned the church, she eventually cut the pope’s throat, losing all of her former mighty power and prestige.
Of course, from my point of view, knowing everything they did to Christine, there was nothing I could do other than say that it was self-inflicted.
Perhaps that was the reason why the king was passive about Christine’s arrest.
There’s no way a group talking about building a country by themselves could look nice from the king’s point of view, but they destroyed it on their own.
In addition, as the power of the New Church was greatly weakened, all kinds of shameful parts of the church that had been suppressed by authority were exposed in detail, and it was revealed that the bare face was more rotten than expected.
From the king’s point of view, he got rid of the seeds of rebellion and at the same time got the justification of eradicating corruption, so it would have been nice to treat everything else as ‘collateral damage’.
Every time Christine killed a thousand people, she would come back to me and try to kill me, and if she failed, she would roam the continent again, kill a thousand people, and then come back and try to kill me.
I asked why there were 1,000 people, but I was told that it was my will. I asked you to kill me, I never asked you to kill anyone else.
At least after the fall of the New Church, Christine calmed down a bit, and recently, I haven’t heard any rumors about the destruction of religious facilities, so I wondered if she’d stopped doing that.
“……You killed another thousand people?”
“That’s right, my god. Since the thousand sacrifices that were promised at that time were fulfilled, this lowly lamb dared to come before the god to fulfill his long-cherished wish.”
My head was dizzy. I forcibly gripped the corners of my mouth that were about to curl.
“Do not worry too much, my God.”
Christine continued talking as if she had seen my expression rot. A faint smile still hung on his lips.
“There is something my god said to me, and I did not prepare sacrifices by harming innocent people. All of them were just sinners who received what they deserved…”
“Didn’t I mean don’t kill people?”
“Blood for blood, death for death. Please stop worrying.”
“I could do that…”
Christine took my hand and caressed it gently. As if a craftsman handles a fragile glass ball, his thin, fragile fingers slowly ran over the back of his hand.
“My lowly body is only for my God. If God wants me to take off my clothes, I will take it off, and if God wants to lick my feet, I will lick them. If you ask me to seduce you, I will gladly follow you, and on the contrary, if you ask me to seduce you, I will try my best to portray the woman you want. Until the day I die, I will do what I have to do as an object. I can breathe, my heart beats, I can feel this warmth, and Christine, a mere woman, can exist in this world. Everything is a gift from God. I don’t have…”
Suddenly, Christine’s eyes shone briefly.
“Unholy, all human beings who covet my body are sinners.”
Then I tried to say, why don’t you wrap your body a little tighter, but I decided to just save my words. Come to think of it, I had never seen Christine wearing anything other than the nun’s outfit she was wearing now.
The all-in-one nun’s uniform, which sticks to her body and emphasizes her already large breasts, has a groove cut down to her side and a white garter belt underneath.
Christine was always dressed in her usual nun’s uniform, not only in midsummer when the sun was shining hotly, but also in midwinter when the snow piled up to her knees.
When I asked why I didn’t wear a scarf, I grabbed it and cried and prayed for three days and nights. just gave up
Christine hasn’t grown at all from the first meeting until now. either externally or internally. The Christine at the moment of meeting me and the Christine standing in front of me now were the same person.
Christine, who accepted the only salvation given to her when she was 18 years old, broken somewhere due to all sorts of abuse and neglect.
Of course, to the question of whether that fact only has a good meaning, of course I should say no. Fanaticism. If I were to define her in one word, there wouldn’t be a word that suits her better.
“I know very well what my god is concerned about. He must be worried about what if I repeat the mistakes of the past again.”
“I’m glad you know.”
“However, has not God also affirmed the fact that condemnation of those who have committed sins is not a mistake?”
At this point, I thought I knew roughly what Christine was trying to say. So, only the guilty ones were killed.
It’s much better than the random killing of people related to religion, regardless of what it is, but it’s questionable whether I should say this was good or not.
Christine’s left hand groped my chest. He touched the concave and convex parts along the ribs, stopping near the pit of the stomach.
“Even if it wasn’t for me, I was just a sinner who would have been caught and judged someday. I just brought that time a little earlier. So please, please accept this lamb’s sincerity.”
Pooh, Christine thrust her hand into my chest.
Blood leaked from the side of his wrist, which was digging toward his heart. Drops of blood dripped down his throat as he let out a small sigh.
Christine, unconcerned, dug into my chest, reached out and gently clutched at my heart.
Serena, who was stuck next to me and was immersed in her own world, jumped up in surprise, but I pressed her thigh to stop it.
Serena calmly sat back in her seat with the palm of her hand gently pressing down on her thigh.
I don’t know why Serena is so obsessed with the fact that I’m hurt. Even if you just get hit and regenerate, you say that as a knight you can’t let your lord get hurt.
My heart beat gradually quickened. Christine’s tightly squeezed heart screamed as her hands slowly increased the grip.
The mana that was forced out of his heart ran through the mana circuit at random. Christine murmured a prayer, increasing the pressure on her heart.
A burning heat rose from his heart and spread throughout his body. It was Christine’s divine power. Immediately, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.
My hand, still pressed down on her thigh, didn’t move Serena, but she probably didn’t look at Christine very well.
The divine power that was randomly poured into the internal organs and muscles of the body was all over the place. The bones that could not withstand the pressure applied from the outside twisted, and the internal organs melted and the body staggered.
And just as Christine’s hand was about to burst her heart completely, her body quickly recovered and bounced out.
There was not a single drop of blood on Christine’s hand. The red liquid that had fallen on the floor and the fresh blood that had flowed from every hole in his face had disappeared as if nothing had happened.
Because the sensation of the warm liquid flowing down from just before had remained, I involuntarily scanned the corner of my mouth. It was clean.
“It still doesn’t work.”
“Ah, my God, it’s because I’m lacking…”
“It’s okay. The opportunity will last a lifetime anyway.”
He patted Christine’s head lightly. Yes, opportunities last a lifetime. It’s an attempt to kill me, but of course you’ll have a chance until I’m dead. If you don’t die, you’re really gone for the rest of your life.
“Master, just now…”
“It’s the same request I asked you. Why?”
“……it’s nothing.”
I guess it’s nothing. Serena clung to my arm with a look that seemed to have a lot to say.
Her lips protruded sullenly, and whenever she rubbed her face against her arm, she could feel her puffy cheeks.
“Serena,”
“Yes, lord.”
I thought you would get angry and not answer me, but I’m surprised.
“You too—?!”
Let’s try it. Before I could say anything to Serena, a magic circle spread under my feet.
Christine’s face wrinkled as she prayed while holding my hand, and Serena raised her body while holding her hand on the handle of the World Eater. When she noticed who the caster of the magic circle was, she frowned as strongly as Christine.
Are you really sick today?
Serena visits during the day, Christine visits at night, and it wasn’t long before the two got into a fight that they had to meet the other one. Even if something goes wrong, it’s definitely wrong.
I got up and Christine got up after me. There was no emotion in his eyes as he gazed at the magic circle beneath his feet.
So did Serena. The stiff expression on her face spoke instead of the emotions Serena must be feeling.
A wall of light surrounded the rim of the circular magic circle. As the light gradually increased in intensity and suddenly faded at some point, the surrounding scenery changed.
The teleportation magic across the continent took about 10 seconds. He clearly said that there was no place to improve further, but somehow he became more agile.
Several golden chandeliers with wave patterns hung from the ceiling, which stretched so high that you had to bend your neck to see the end.
That alone would be an eye-opening price, but the jewels decorated here and there seemed to further enhance the value of the chandelier.
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Just that chandelier alone would make most people stick out their tongues.
The pillars, hewn from spotless marble, were adorned with rows of golden candelabra patterned like chandeliers. The delicate fragrance that spreads in the air wants to flow out of the scented candle on that candlestick.
A large glass window was visible behind the marble columns. If it was daytime, the sunlight would have poured in through that window.
The red carpet under their feet continued for a long time before ending right in front of the stairs leading to the throne.
On the throne located at the highest level in this wide and spacious room, a woman was staring at me with her legs crossed and her chin resting on the armrests of the throne with her waist slightly bent.
Under the crown that told her identity, long silver hair that glistened in the light hung down on both sides of her waist, and her red eyes seemed to be filled with only one emotion.
Underneath the tight black uniform top, her breasts were barely large enough to fit in one hand.
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Just like the top, the black uniform bottoms, which were close to gray, fit snugly to the thighs and calves, and showed off the near-perfect leg lines, and dark black calf-length boots were worn on the regularly toppling feet.
“Serena Elizabeth, Commander of the 1st Royal Knights. Do you have anything to say to Jim?”
It was the woman seated on the throne who spoke first in a dignified voice.
Even though the woman who is called the king of this country and also the strongest magician pointed at her, Serena was calm.
“none.”
“You’re short.”
With a short finger movement, the fire spear flew at Serena, but Serena, who had pulled out the World Eater in her hand, slashed the fire spear with invisible movements.
Small embers flew here and there in a mess, then died out.
The one who fired the flame spear that was said to pierce steel through the shadowless spear, and the one who cut it down without blinking an eye were both ruthless monsters.
“My lord is by my side, why should I use honorifics for you?”
“My lord… it’s my lord.”
The silhouette reflected in the bright red eyes was still me.
“I guess so. It’s been a long time, dear.”
With those words, the corners of her mouth rose and her fingers snapped in a faint smile.
For a moment, his vision was blurred.
My ankle fell off my body and I lost my balance, and as soon as my calf hit the ground in place of my ankle, it rotted and shattered with a crackling sound.
The body parts that fell off were rotted and turned into rotten flesh before the body even touched the floor.
The last thing left in his ears, which were on the verge of decay, was the voice of a woman full of dignity.
“In the name of Charlotte de Gargantua, I will welcome you.”
