Chapter 41

Isla strikes at Wide.

Wide strikes at Tis.

To end beautifully, it seems Tis should attack Isla, but for now, Tis and Isla are on the same side.

Anyway, fanatics invaded the battlefield where most of the soldiers were exhausted.

Even so, most of the fanatics weren’t enemies. They weren’t particularly drugged, and after a few people died, they tried to run away.

Then Wide ordered them to keep fighting while burning those who ran away, but this was a mistake.

Because at that moment, Tis shouted that he would spare those who repented and converted to the Holy Spirit Religion.

By the way, Tis is a great hero in the Kingdom of Anselus. A very noble hero. The reputation he had built up until now was persuasive enough to make frightened believers turn their swords.

There were even some low-ranking blessed people among them.

It shows how unpopular he was.

But still, the share of power on the battlefield wasn’t much, and Wide and his powerful close associates remained.

It was clearly a dangerous moment.

Although there were enough losses that he should have compromised and retreated, Wide charged forward, pushing away the arm of his subordinate who tried to stop him, saying if not now, he couldn’t kill Tis.

He knows well?

They have different things to build in the future.

If things continue like this, Tis will gain the Kingdom of Anselus as his backing. On the other hand, the pseudo-religion called the Miriga Order is in a very precarious position.

That power gap will widen more and more.

So it seems Wide is attacking while turning a blind eye to the damage to his believers.

Above all, there were hardly any people left who could fight on the battlefield. Wide gained a clear advantage by pressing the attack until sunset.

It was really a moment when only the finishing touches remained.

But that’s when it happened.

Suddenly, an army came to support from somewhere.

Even though Tis hadn’t requested help, an army rushed from the south to attack Wide.

Surprisingly, the person who came to help Tis was the count.

Listening to him speak is very funny.

He says he moved for the sake of the Kingdom of Anselus, and that it’s time to join forces if the opponent is evil heretics.

He must have acted out of his own desire, but he says such things. However, Tis accepted it.

Even so, the tide of battle barely became even.

Because the count’s army was also an army full of fatigue.

Wide raged fiercely and denounced the count. But the count refuted him in one stroke.

And Tis and the count jumped in together, shouting the name of the Holy Spirit Religion.

At that time, an extremely cowardly event occurred.

Yes, it’s cowardly.

Light poured down from the sky and the people around recovered.

Hehe.

It’s god.

Yes, god clearly intervened. Oh, there really was a god?

Priests drew power from their heads and used it. I had guessed it was a superpower coming from the head like in some fantasy, but that guess was wrong.

There is a god there.

There’s no need to say what happened after that. As the wounded recovered, the tide of battle reversed instantly, and Wide and his people were defeated.

When defeat was certain, Wide tried to run away again, but this time a short knife stabbed his heart from behind.

It’s Isla.

She took her revenge. But in return, her whole body was roasted by Wide’s purple fire.

Burns must be terrible pain, but she died smiling.

Light falls down.

Plop.

Two warmths came to me.

Wide, who was always a winner and therefore wanted to stand above everyone else.

Isla, who felt emotions tinged with paternal affection for Witga after being picked up by him after her defeat. Their stories ended like this.

But Tis’s story continues.

He accepted those who converted, and killed those who tried to fight to the end. And he returned to the royal capital.

Soon after, he married the queen and became king.

The reason? It’s simple. He showed a miracle. Let me say it again, the Kingdom of Anselus is a devout Holy Spirit Religion country. In a critical situation, god directly gave a blessing and defeated the heretics.

And the person who testified to this was none other than the count who had been Tis’s enemy.

He explained the situation as if he were a believer who witnessed a miracle, not an ambitious count, and no one could deny it.

If they denied it?

Of course, there were some, but they were beaten to death as heretics.

And an all-purpose worker king who can stay up all night forever no matter how old he gets was born.

After that, he held a wedding ceremony with the person who was queen, and accepted concubines, getting scolded terribly by the queen.

But he had children and lived well in his own way.

Meanwhile, Andrew gradually expanded the Miriga Order.

As if he had learned from the Future Hope Church, he now gathered people without rushing, and increased the church’s power while adjusting not to exploit too severely.

And while doing so, he prepared to call god by sending his subordinates.

The day Wide took his subordinates to attack Tis.

Andrew didn’t send his subordinates. So there are still blessed people left. And among them were people who had learned Yasle’s magic. Not just one, but several.

Yes.

That’s right.

They prepared to call me.

Not bad.

Since it’s someone whose face I know, it will be easy to move after being summoned.

He took time to prepare sacrifices.

But it failed.

The summoning ritual that multiple people cross-verified and created failed.

Everyone was greatly disappointed.

But that wasn’t the problem. If it fails, you can try again, right? The opportunity itself became dangerous.

They fell into an even bigger crisis.

The blessed ones were killed one by one.

I don’t know what happened either. Even if I look at the memories of the dead, I don’t know how they died.

Their heads just flew off with a thud and they died.

Even the last surviving blessed person died in terror. But there’s something we can know. Until all the blessed people in Andrew’s order died, no ordinary person died.

In other words, they clearly targeted blessed people.

So in the end, I don’t know what happened to Andrew afterwards.

There was no perspective I could see from.

And it wasn’t just those people who died.

Blessed ones who somehow survived and ran far away died.

They died one by one.

There was someone among them who was trying to summon me, so I’m really annoyed.

It seems like they could have succeeded after a few times.

So I had to watch my harvesters suddenly disappear several times.

No, if you’re going to do that, go to Tis!

He’s the most famous blessed person!

Why are you killing kids who ran away to remote places! No! My customers who barely came over through advertising!

I’m sad.

While I’m searching hard through the memories of killed people in anger and the perspectives of those still alive, I realized one thing.

As I looked really closely, one question arose.

Did their attempts really fail?

Did they all fail because they made some mistake? After people smarter than me interpreted Yasle’s magic and summoned it?

It’s strange.

Are they being interfered with perhaps?

To prevent me from returning there again?

If so, I should change the type of advertisement. Let’s leave it as a book.

Yes, that’s right.

If they’re accurately targeting blessed ones, we just need to set it up so that non-blessed people summon me.

If there’s a book, an unspecified number of people can call. Why didn’t I know? This is a good idea. If I go to another world, I should leave it as a book there too.

But this isn’t enough.

There are too few people I can give blessings to. How can I do it remotely?

Not just harvesting, but increasing the number of people receiving blessings on my behalf.

I’ve set the next goal.

Creating blessing proxies.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t get a grasp on it.

Just like that.

Only time passed.

Now so much time has passed that I can’t tell if someone who died suddenly was murdered or died of old age.

Now Tis is undeniably a great king. He not only rebuilt the Kingdom of Anselus but made it even bigger.

Not just the Kingdom of Anselus, but most of the kingdoms in the east based on the Skard Rocky Desert believe in the Holy Spirit Religion. And a kingdom ruled by someone directly blessed by god appeared.

The Kingdom of Anselus absorbed the small kingdoms around it and grew much larger.

But at the age of sixty, he passed the throne to his son who had the same purple hair and stepped down from the throne.

Perhaps due to his regenerative ability, he looks fifty even though he’s well past sixty. In other words, he’s still healthy, but he passed the position to his son.

And he lives with his remaining wife, honoring his wife who died first.

More time passed. All his wives departed first.

And around the time his son passed the throne to his grandson and stepped down like his father.

Even with regenerative power, perhaps unable to withstand the early modern environment, he’s dying too. He’s surrounded by his sons and daughters. And grandsons and granddaughters.

He exchanges final greetings and closes his eyes.

And the last spark of life went out.

Yes.

The time has come to fulfill the contract.

I said this:

-I’ll give myself to you. In return, when you finish everything later, I’ll take everything you have then. How about it?

I’ll take everything you have then.

Even I thought until then that I would only receive Tis’s warmth. But that’s not it. His children. His grandchildren.

Lines extend from him to his descendants.

I can grab it. There are plenty of people helped by god there. Originally, I should only take Tis’s warmth. That’s the safe choice.

But.

I.

Hate.

God.

I reached out to everyone.

But a curtain similar to what I saw with Yasle before, but with a different atmosphere, wrapped Tis’s light.

So.

Well.

The contract comes first.

I broke through the curtain and grasped everything he had built up at once.

Crack.

Oh?

Cracks form from Tis’s center as if a glass window is breaking. And those cracks penetrate all his descendants. Thread-like cracks are embedded in their heads, but no one seems to know it.

Crackle.

The hole is getting bigger.

And unlike last time when I was pulled up, it feels like I can reach out and step up as if on a ledge in a high place.

So I did that.

Crash

There wasn’t actually a breaking sound.

But a huge hole formed along with the curtain wrapping the light, and I grabbed it and went inside.

When I open my eyes, I see a room familiar to Tis. Looking around, there are people whose heads are covered with dark purple spheres. Without light or warmth, they’re standing with their heads replaced by unrealistic dark purple spheres like in some horror game.

Looking down, glass-like cracks are spreading in all directions, and that hole is replacing Tis’s upper body. It’s like a flower on top of his lower body.

Inside the hole, instead of blood and flesh, I see endless darkness.

I came from there.

Going to a nearby window, there’s a form of broken polygons randomly emitting light.

Is this my appearance?

Can’t it be a cooler or prettier form?

Ah. It became Rebecca’s form.

But I feel more free than when I entered Rebecca’s body.

Crash!

At that moment, the window next to me shattered into pieces and a silver-haired girl riding a staff made of skulls I saw a very long time ago came in.

She looked around and sat down on the spot. And fixed her gaze on one place.

Yes.

It’s me.

I walked in front of her. And I greet her after a very long time.

“Hello, Witch of Joy.”

Hyunkeshuni smiles broadly. Terrified, but a person who can only make that expression when terrified.

“No, at a time like this, I should say this, right?”

I crouched in front of her and matched her eye level.

“It’s been a long time. I’m glad to see you again, Hyunkeshuni.”

Hehehe.