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I was teasing the bishop with Heo Heo Sil Sil, and I was taken aback by the bishop’s sudden burst of questions.
Asking directly like this?
It’s true that I was taken aback by the bishop’s rash act, but after thinking about it for a moment, I began to think that it wasn’t a bad situation for me.
If the bishop approaches that man, finds out something, and then approaches me, I have no choice but to be placed at a comparative disadvantage.
Because I can’t guess what and how much the bishop would have found out by approaching the believer who had opened his divine power.
So, I was thinking of finding a way to prevent the bishop from approaching that believer, or taking advantage of the fact that that believer belongs to the Three Churches to find out the story the bishop approached and shared…
For now, at least, I know that the bishop knows nothing about that believer, and that he has certain doubts, though I’m not exactly sure, that’s all.
What is it, is he actually a good guy? I never thought he would bet on a match like this fair and square.
I watched the bishop’s movements with a lighter mood.
…But what kind of emotional change happened in the meantime that makes you so agitated?
At first, I thought my composure was disturbed because of my way of speaking, but when I thought about it again, something was strange.
If you were going to ask me honestly from the beginning if there was anything special about being a follower or if you had enlightened your divine power by speaking openly, shouldn’t you have shown that you were impatient from the beginning?
When I first returned to the waiting room, there was no particular agitation, so of course I thought that he was a prudent person who would not make a hasty decision until a definite conclusion was reached by contacting the believer.
That’s why I suddenly thought that it was not right to bring up such a question.
At first, he didn’t intend to ask me this question, but he changed his mind halfway through. Why?
In the meantime, am I missing something? What am I missing?
Once again confirming the bishop’s aura, my head rolled even more violently.
The bishop’s current emotional state was hard to see as cool-headed even with empty words.
Doubt is natural, anger and confusion and fear.
I couldn’t understand fear, even if I did all the other emotions. Why on earth do I feel fear in this situation?
Conversely, if you think you have a special ability, shouldn’t you feel fear and greed? you saw it
Then, by any chance, even with such ability, the fear of thoroughness that has avoided the attention of the church until now?
If not…
A possibility that comes to mind naturally by removing and combining the parts that do not fit the current situation in the two families.
A special ability that can bestow divine power on others, the fear of that ability itself? Not greedy for that ability, but fear?
Why? No, of course, depending on how you look at it, it can be a fearful ability. If I stand at the opposite point of the church, it is an ability that can deny all the orthodoxy that the church has brought so far.
But at the same time, if you secure me in the church, isn’t it an unprecedented ability to open the heyday of the church?
I think it’s normal to be happy if you think that Orion has finally given them a bio-cleric generator. No matter how shadowy they know that Orion has long cared for humans, they have maintained their faith for such a long time…
At that moment, I felt as if lightning struck my head. Several situations in the church that I had not been able to understand so far began to pass through my head.
Those who have no religious beliefs and use powerful divine power. Even so, those who say that their religious beliefs are not false, have no feelings of respect for me at all. There is no shaking. When the archbishop is killed in the church, a huge amount of holy power flows out of the archbishop’s body and disperses into the air.
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Looking back, there were clues all over the place that were so blatant that I wondered why I hadn’t thought of this possibility.
By any chance… are there really people in the church who can give others divine power?
Of course, this was a bit of an absurd possibility.
In my thinking process, there were parts where a leap of logic occurred by roughly omitting unexplained and unknown parts, and I also considered the worst possible situation.
There were many objections that immediately came to mind.
If you can truly grant someone divine power, that is truly a god-like ability. Of course, if that person had only come out on the outside, the church’s prestige would have already regained its heyday, so why is it so far silent? It would be beneficial to inform unconditionally.
Even if that being has some restrictions on granting divine power to others, if even I can freely bestow divine power to others that I am not at all aware of, then of course I would have other tremendous abilities. won’t it come out?
The first possibility that came to my mind was that I was using brainwashing and all that to give others divine power, not that I was holding up the existence, but that I was using it like a tool, but I shook my head.
Even though these guys are fanatics, their faith is real anyway. It’s doubtful that they would treat an existence that can bestow real divine power that way, and if there is someone who already treats me as a tool in the first place, it’s right that they feel greed, not fear, when they see me.
If there’s one more thing that you’re already taking care of, you’d naturally want to have the other one too.
To explain the bishop’s fears, it was correct to assume that the imaginary being was a figure leading the shadow, or at least in a position comparable to it.
That being must have been the driving force that kept the shadows from losing their faith and splitting up for a long time… Wait, a long time?
Does that being survive beyond the human lifespan? Then the theories laid out above make more sense.
Or at least, a special person or lineage has inherited the ability from generation to generation, just like the stigma of elves?
There was little information given so far, so I couldn’t make an inference.
In the first place, the grounds of reasoning were all assumptions close to a violent intracerebral delusion, so maybe I was completely wrong.
but…
After taking a last look at the bishop’s appearance, I thought about the task of spreading rice cakes through the bishop I had just decided to do.
What if all these assumptions are true?
What if the delusions in my brain based on big data accumulated over the years of fantasy web novels are correct? Wouldn’t the entire shadow be overturned if they slightly gave off the atmosphere that their leader was not the only one in this world?
Almost all of the stories were cerebral, but the more I looked at the bishop, the more I began to think that no matter how much I thought about it, it seemed right.
In addition, I thought that I could shake these intrusive shadows from the very beginning.
Dangerous, is this confirmation bias?
Write… My mouth is watering after a long time.
I swallowed the saliva that was about to flow down and moistened the corners of my mouth and opened my mouth.
Oh, I don’t know. Go ahead. Think about it later.
Having already delayed long enough to answer, and unable to pass up this rare opportunity, I finally, instead of actively denying it, gave a general answer this time.
The Bishop is so agitated that I can’t even compare it to what I’ve said so far.
If you listen to it normally, you might just hear that nothing happened, but if there is something that you have doubts about, or if there is something that bothers you, people tend to listen to what they want to hear.
I don’t know if there really is a mysterious existence that distributes divine power, but it seems like there’s something going on?
The scent of the big fish began to waft through the air.
“Is there anything else you want to hear?”
I cut off the flow by opening my mouth just before the bishop exploded, converting the laughter that was about to explode into a benevolent one.
The initiative of the conversation has already been passed on to me. There is something the bishop wants to confirm from me to the point of being impatient, but I can’t show suspicion or harm him, so I just have to roast him properly here.
After that, the bishop will take care of poisoning the shadows.
You probably won’t be able to stop reporting these things, but you still can’t be sure.
If you report with the nuance that I ‘might have’ a special ability, that’s the best.
What if the report is not posted under the arbitrary judgment that it can really cause division in the shadow? The bishop may have made such a decision with a noble spirit of sacrifice, but that is what creates a psychological distance between the shadow and the bishop.
From then on, it will be easier to cook the Bishop.
Worst of all, when the Bishop gets caught up in suspicion and rushes to say that I have the ability to pose a threat to the Church in the future, so I have to secure it or kill it right now… that’s a problem I have to deal with now.
“Since you asked me that, I’ll ask you directly. The behavior of the man who confessed his faith in the chapel earlier was similar to those who first realized the divine power.”
I guess I’m in a hurry. Seeing that I don’t even have time to say it back.
“hahahahaha, is Varka-sama saying that I tried to help him bloom his divine power to solve the situation? No way.”
I deliberately even smiled exaggeratedly and shook my head as if it was nonsense.
“Huh, is that so? I think I had a thought about my faith in Saint Ronan. It doesn’t make sense that even if you are a saint, you treat the evidence of your faith as you please.”
Wow, watch how your voice becomes peaceful in an instant.
Instead of judging whether my words were true or not in my negative tone, I was convinced by the look of a bishop who hoped to deny any assumptions he had conceived.
At least in relation to divine power, the shadow side does not simply regard it as the grace of God, but has a different perception.
I just tried to put myself in danger of being denied because of my actions, but since I denied it, it seems like I’m getting hope again… I can’t help it.
“That’s right. I’m just guiding people to the right faith, but in the end, it’s all thanks to their efforts and faith that it bears fruit.”
…
The bishop, who was trying to return to the friendly atmosphere by agreeing with my words, stiffened again.
Did you think you could get out of there so easily? Never.
I spoke as if I sympathized with the bishop’s words, but from the perspective of someone who had some doubts, my words gave off a nuance that seemed to be part of modesty, so I had no choice but to fall into the bridle of doubt again.
“Then… are you saying that follower gained divine power?”
“Well? Perhaps, since you’re such a devout person, maybe you’ll get it sooner or later?”
The Bishop is again in anguish.
If that believer really had his divine power bloomed, he would be thinking about the difference between my role of guiding him to the right path and making his divine power bloom.
“I can’t possibly follow the sight that Saint Ronan sees. Are you saying that you’re saying that you’re going to see people who will bloom the divine power?”
“How come you need qualifications to have divine power, and you can find out about it. All that Orion-nim approves of is an upright faith.”
“So you’re saying that you can make people’s faith stronger so they can have divine power…?”
“That’s not what I did. As I said before, I received a well-deserved reward for my faith. I was just helping to take the missing step.”
At my words, the bishop’s face became more and more puzzling.
Obviously, the saint himself said that he could not bestow divine power on others, but the more we continued the conversation, the more I could not help but wonder if the saint’s perception was a little different from that of others. because it induces
It wouldn’t be easy to ignore that question since it’s not once or twice that I’ve acted out of line with the average way of thinking in this world.
If you’re a bad guy like the cardinal, here’s ‘the saint said no with his own mouth, so let’s just say no. If something happens later, let’s just say that the saint lied and was deceived.’
The more you talk, the more you know, the fact that you took for granted, ‘Isn’t it?’ I have doubts, the story gradually falls into the labyrinth, and I am swallowed up by my own doubts in it. This is the strongest ninjutsu, infinite Tsukuyomi (not)…
The bishop, who had fallen into my trap, stared blankly into the air with a bewildered face, not even thinking about continuing to ask any more questions, before finally opening his mouth.
“So… are you saying that what Saint Ronan is doing is only making people move toward the right faith, and as a result, of course, people will gain divine power?”
“As a result, what you get is not limited to divine power. What you truly desire in your heart is different for each person. For example, someone may wish for quiet tranquility. For such a person, divine power may be an unwelcome reward. Could there be?”
To be honest, if I could get divine power, how many people would refuse it, but my purpose right now is to confuse the bishop, so I twisted it one more time on purpose.
On the surface, I do not have any special abilities that a bishop would assume, and I am simply an advisor who advises the direction of people’s faith through sermons.
However, from the bishop’s point of view, I have no choice but to doubt whether my words are that he is only representing Orion’s will after all, so he is saying that he will not grant divine power to those who are not qualified ‘privately’.
Adding to that the story that people just don’t necessarily get divine power, then it makes me confused whether I can really grant divine power or whether I’m simply making excuses for not being able to bloom everyone’s divine power.
Ugh, it’s complicated. At this point, I don’t even know what my true intentions are.
I’m like this, but the bishop would be horrified.
Now, if you hit something with an impact as a finishing blow, I think you can see the sight of the bishop’s brain exploding.
What do you have?
While I was thinking about that, the door to the waiting room opened and my attention naturally turned there.
“Ronan-sama…Here’s something to drink…and…”
Celia, who had returned with something to drink, couldn’t come this way, holding the door open as if she had committed a crime.
“Why?”
“That… This person was standing outside saying he wanted to apologize to Ronan…”
Celia, who was restless, said that and dragged the person outside the door little by little.
“Holy Son… This uneducated bastard committed a mortal sin…”
The person who followed Celia like that was the old woman she had met in front of the stone statue that morning.
Celia and the old woman approached me, embarrassed by the appearance of a person out of the blue.
Then, the old woman put her trembling hands together and bowed her head as she knelt down.
“However, how should I repay this grace…”
I couldn’t understand what the situation was, so I was staring at the scene at a distance, but the eyes of the old woman with her head raised again caught my eye.
“I will live without forgetting the path the Holy Son showed me…”
This old woman, her eyes seem to be better than when she saw them this morning…?
The old woman I saw in the morning couldn’t even distinguish the face of the person in front of me, but now I could see that the old woman’s eyes were recognizing me, albeit vaguely.
And it wasn’t too hard to guess what happened to me, knowing that this old woman’s vision problem was cataracts, not just presbyopia.
It seems that the cataract has slightly improved as the stone with the divine power that I received from me earlier in the service penetrated into my body after not recognizing me in the morning… Go over… um?
I guessed what the old woman would say when she suddenly came here, and after seeing the old woman, I began to draw another picture in my head.
Is this…possible? Can’t we create an impactful shot that proves the last words I gave to the bishop?
After paying the bill, I held the old woman by the shoulders with a smile on my lips and said to her.
“Stand up. There are no sinners here. In my eyes, there is only one faithful believer who has the right path in his eyes.”
The person who came to help me at the right time couldn’t have been guilty of a mortal sin. Cancer. Even if there is, I’ll buy it for you from now on.
So, let’s work together with me from now on.
