Maze (2)
I started straight away in earnest.
“Levia.”
“Why are you doing this, saint?”
“Your head is full of baskets.”
“What do you mean by that?”
It’s about hitting him on the head with a mace right now.
“Why did you abandon Orion-sama?”
“Saint, something is wrong…”
“Levia has lost her faith!”
“Saint, misunderstand! Saint!”
sentence of heresy.
“I think the token of faith offered to Orion is lacking.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“In the first place, if Orion hadn’t been there, we wouldn’t have been able to obtain everything we enjoy. Is it really right to offer alms at our own discretion?”
“Then what method do you think the saint should take?”
“We set the minimum amount of food. If you are faithful to Orion-sama, shouldn’t you give 90% of your produce?”
Have you ever heard of ten structures?
“Saint. Even so, 90% doesn’t make sense. Shouldn’t we at least be able to eat and live!”
“Are you suspicious of Orion-nim? Of course, you’ll get enough harvest without any trouble even if you donate that much.”
“Such nonsense…”
“Are you denying Orion-sama’s grace?”
compulsory donation.
“I was deeply impressed that so many people all devoted their faith to Orion.”
“Because the Holy Son led us to the right path.”
“I think so too. And now it’s time to take it to a higher level.”
“If you say high level…?”
“We’ll build a statue in honor of Orion-sama. So large that Orion-sama can see it at a glance, so that it can be seen from anywhere in the world.”
“As expected, the saint’s faith is great. I will build a statue that is bigger than any other statue in the world.”
“No. Not the one bigger than the other statues. Really big enough to be seen anywhere in the world.”
“hahahaha, the saint’s joke is exaggerated. No matter how you do it, you can see the statue anywhere in the world…”
“I’m not kidding.”
“…”
“Have you tried it?”
If it doesn’t work, then tell me.
to labor exploitation.
It was a full-fledged game that could be done because I was sure that it was an illusion.
It would be a lie if I said I didn’t enjoy it at all. I just threw out the words of the Ten Commandments and the erecting of a new statue, but to sentence the cardinal to heresy really felt like a 10-year-old congestion went down.
I guess I have the nature of being a villain.
The initial reaction was lukewarm.
They asked us to think again, said that it was unrealistic, and said that we were still insufficient to follow the ideal of the saint, and came up with the maximum compromise.
The cardinals willing to persuade me to remove the cardinal designated heretic from the stage even though I have sentenced one of them to heresy.
The nobles tried to accept my opinion as much as possible, saying, “It’s too much, so why don’t you donate half of the produce?”
People who took on seemingly impossible tasks but couldn’t express their refusal to me.
It seems that all the good people in the world have been gathered. It would be better for you to be saints instead of me.
The atmosphere turned around when Celia spoke to me after I had done this and walked around.
“Don’t answer Ronan.”
“Yes? Which part?”
“Everything.”
“I’m just loyal to Orion-sama and the church. What on earth is the problem?”
“In the end, Ronan-nim is buried in God and doesn’t look at the world.”
“You’ve come to be able to say some pretty pedantic things, Celia.”
“It’s disappointing, Ronan-sama. I will no longer serve Ronan-sama.”
After that, Celia left me.
It would be a lie if I said I didn’t feel any emotions because it was such a sophisticated world that I couldn’t distinguish it from reality, but this made it clear.
This illusion was not created by reading my memory.
If it was the real Celia, she would know full well that I would never mention my allegiance to the Church.
The reaction that followed was instantaneous.
In fact, if there has been no reaction so far, it has been done to a level that makes no sense.
However, even taking that into account, the world changed in an incomprehensible instant. As if the world suddenly changed, my reputation fell to the ground and I began to show a hostile attitude.
The attitude of all the characters who tried to persuade me and accept my opinion as much as possible until just a moment ago has changed.
No matter how much I provided the cause, it is not normal for all the people who seemed to be lacking in anything because they were kind enough to accept my words until now, in an instant, harbor hostility and resentment toward me.
People don’t try to change what they sincerely believe.
If people in the world are really full of goodwill towards me, it is normal human beings to think that there would be any meaning to me if I suddenly do crazy things and go around, or worry about my mental state.
That has been the direction so far.
It didn’t make sense to express your hostility toward me right away just because you had a situation where you hated me and that some time had passed unless you had that kind of heart.
So it was even more funny.
Seeing that everyone’s auras were dyed overnight, as if black paint had been dissolved in clear water, nothing was as contrived as this.
Yeah, actually, it’s more natural this way for me.
“Saint Ronan. The head office has decided to reconsider whether it is right to bestow the title of saint on a saint.”
“The Empire has lost trust in the saint. I doubt that even the achievements that have been built so far have been done by the real saint.”
“We were fools who trusted and followed you. Get away! We won’t listen to your teachings.”
It seems like someone hastily changed the direction of the story. It must be very difficult to write a side script when the lead actor is suddenly ad-libbing.
“Then what are you going to do? Are you saying you won’t obey me, the representative of God?”
“In the first place, isn’t that stigma not even a proper stigma of Orion!”
“Why are you trying to decide that?”
Day by day, the conflict with each other became more and more serious, and when it was thought that it would be difficult to seal it anymore, things finally broke out.
“Judge the false saint!”
“Take down the author who discredits Orion’s name immediately!”
The main office started using force to arrest me.
Of course, I did not have the heart to be captured, so I resisted with all my might.
Anyway, I couldn’t even follow the movements of the knights with my body vision, so as I recalled one day, I put up barriers all around me and blew lightning at the people blocked by the barriers.
When the Paladins rushing towards me were struck by lightning and left for the nether road several times, me and the troops of the main office entered a lull for a while.
“Give up obediently, even now.”
“Aren’t you the one who should meekly confess your sins and ask for forgiveness? How on earth are you going to be forgiven for this sin, pointing a spear at the representative of God?”
I was saying that, but it wasn’t actually a relaxed environment. If I went like this, eventually my holy power would run out and I would be arrested.
Even though I recognized it as an illusion, seeing that my senses were intact, I would feel the pain as it is, but honestly, I didn’t have the confidence to endure it if I was subjected to torture.
“Are you going to continue to do that when there is evidence that you are a false saint?”
Oh, but it seems like they prepared a story instead of playing a wheeled battle like this. I was rather happy that way.
“I’m really curious. What is that evidence?”
“Look at this!”
A figure mingled among the clergy broke through the crowd and began approaching me.
hmm?
“Ronan-nim. Your evil deeds end here.”
It was Celia who had exited the stage.
Reusing it this far? Is the real Celia’s vision the key?
As I was contemplating whether or not to attack right away, Celia proudly held out her right hand.
“Look at this!”
Hearing Celia’s voice, my gaze involuntarily turned to Celia’s right hand.
And I couldn’t stand it and let out a laugh.
They let Celia go again, so I thought she would reveal the evil I had committed during my usual time as my exclusive attendant and recite the reason why I was a false saint, but what is this…
It was a really crude story. If you don’t know anything about it, it can certainly be a bit shocking.
“Orion-nim has chosen me! This is God’s will to punish you who once served with my own hands and set justice right.”
There was a stigma on Celia’s right hand.
It was the first pattern I had ever seen, but it was the shape I had already tediously confirmed in books.
It was the stigma of Orion.
But I’ve never thought of myself as the saint of Orion, so there was no blow at all.
It’s easy to use anyway, so I’m just borrowing the name.
In fact, in that sense, Celia’s words were not wrong.
“So… Celia, are you really the saint of Orion?”
“Can’t you see this clear evidence?”
You sound like clear evidence. No one is as convinced as I am that there is no Orion in the world.
It’s clear evidence. Proof that this world is an illusion.
After checking the stigma, I felt much more relaxed.
“Then let’s see which one is right here?”
Celia, who was confused as to whether it was strange to see me raise her divine power without being embarrassed at all, raised her divine power in the same way.
Divine power clashed with each other and strong winds blew around.
“why?”
And the winner of that divine power clash was me.
I could have blown all of Celia’s head off as it is, but I adjusted the power appropriately and Celia seemed to notice it as well.
“Are you sure the false saint is Celia?”
“I can’t do this…”
“Do you have anything else to show me? It’s a bit unfortunate to call myself Orion’s saint.”
The reason I dared to retrieve the attack was because I came out with the grandiose name of Orion’s saint, so I wondered if I could provide another clue to break this illusion.
Orion’s stigma also came out, but isn’t there any reason why it can’t come out?
“Don’t think this is all you villain!”
Hey, is the really big one coming?
“Orion! Reveal the bare face of those who imitate divinity in dishonest ways!”
Saying that, Celia began to raise her enormous divine power.
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Looking at it, it was a sight that would inadvertently nod at the word saint.
The divine power gathered behind Celia with tremendous momentum, and the world disappeared the next moment.
It was not a figurative expression.
The moment the light gathered behind Celia reached its peak, the light spread in all directions, and the world was transformed into a space filled with light.
It was something fundamentally different from the light barriers I had in the slums.
The countless people who had surrounded me until just now were nowhere to be found, and I was standing alone in a white space.
[Your sin is deep. A false one.]
And as if time had been cut and pasted, something made of light appeared in front of me, where there was nothing until just now.
A majestic voice that seemed to echo through the space itself. The light gradually began to form a distinct shape, and the shape began to take on a human form.
Hey, that’s a really big one.
“Orion?”
[Human child. How dare you mention my name? Why don’t you bow your head and show respect when you see me?]
Instead of answering Orion’s scolding, I took a closer look at Orion.
With an appearance that would be appropriate for the term middle-aged, and a body that was recognizable even from the top of the clothes, it was an ideal human figure that seemed to have been created by God with great care.
Conversely, it was just that. The emotion I felt as soon as I first saw God. Something so overwhelming that no one could doubt that it was God. That was lacking.
In addition, the letters and aura floating above the head of self-proclaimed Orion from earlier hindered my immersion.
The nucleus of fantasy life.
I don’t know what fantasy life is, but the meaning of the situation was very clear.
Phew, if Celia had been carelessly killed, we would have never even discovered the nuke.
[You were given a false stigma and stained with evil while pretending to be a saint. Your soul will not be saved.]
I was just going to pass on something I didn’t need to reply to, but I was curious about something, so I decided to hang out with him for a while.
“The past few days have been really hard, right? A saint called himself doing things that don’t match his name.”
[…]
There was no movement in the expression, but the aura that turned into embarrassment was not comical.
Can God be embarrassed by this?
“The world you barely created is completely useless. It seems like you went through a lot of trouble fixing up the stage you prepared thanks to that.”
[It’s stern and reckless. cover up the words you corrupt You have never been a saint.]
“Shall I match the story you envisioned? First of all, I will implement the world I would have wished for in reality. I am recognized as a saint by all people and loved by them. Actually, there is a problem from there. I don’t seek people’s love.”
Words disappeared from something that took the form of Orion.
That’s why my words contain unexpected content.
“Anyway, after a few days of being acknowledged in the world, the day finally arrives when I officially inherit the title of saint. I prepare for the succession ceremony with a heart full of anticipation.”
At the same time, I looked around the right hand where my stigma was located and the white space around it.
“But at the most important moment of receiving my official name? Boom! Celia with the real Orion’s stigma appears. In an instant, I am branded as a fake and start to be ostracized. I am despised as a liar and branded as a servant of the devil. “
Orion’s feelings of astonishment, which he could not hide, were now on the surface.
“When I lose my faith in myself and hate others enough, I start to hear a voice. Maybe I’ll approach you in the form of Orion at first? To reduce my guard. It whispers that it cannot be denied that I was chosen by a demon that does not exist. And the moment I fall for that whisper.”
Before I knew it, the white spaces around me began to gradually turn into darkness.
“To reveal my true colors. Gee, I’m going to fall for the demon worshipers’ intentions and become corrupted.”
Something black emitted from Orion was coloring the entire space black.
[How on earth did you know?]
Cracks began to form on Orion’s face, like a mask breaking, and the cracks began to spread all over his body.
[What the hell are you?”
And as his body was breaking apart, his profound voice, which seemed to resonate in the world, also changed.
But there was still a trembling in his voice that he couldn’t hide.
“God’s grace? Revelation? Since when did you notice?”
“God’s grace? Revelation? You sound funny. Aren’t you a devil worshiper? Do you believe that? I was about to ask how much my reasoning was worth, but judging from the response, I don’t even need to ask.”
I was so dumbfounded that my true feelings came out without filtering, but the devil worshiper didn’t even seem to have time to recognize it.
“Then how could you act like that from the start! You were quite alien from the start. I could read your memories before becoming a saint, but I couldn’t read them after that. So I read the memories of the people around you and I myself created this fantasy. “But from the beginning until now, you’ve never acted the way I expected. How could that be?”
Oh, did you create this world from the perspectives of the people around you? Now I understand why the world was created so crudely.
Since the world was built with specifications tailored to the ideal saint role play, how can I sympathize with it?
I have been retracing what has happened in my fantasy.
How could that be? If you look at it from a distance without empathy, the story is so obvious that anyone can see that it is a contrived world with someone’s intentions.
Oh, of course, if you don’t read novels or comics well, it might be difficult to think of such a possibility.
So the bottom line is…
“Read the book.”
Yes, that’s the conclusion.
I read novels and comics a lot. They are all there.
The demon worshiper’s face wrinkled grotesquely. He seemed to think I was making fun of him.
No, it’s true.
I was miserable today.
