Hmm.
After returning to the room, I’m searching through the memories I’ve gained so far once again.
Recently, half of the sacrifices are from the Kingdom of Anselus, and the other half are believers. Maybe because of that, people who know about the country called the Luminous Theocratic State are extremely rare.
Several decades ago, the Kingdom of Anselus destroyed the Luminous Theocratic State. I thought if the sacrifices were brought from the Kingdom of Anselus, there would be many people who knew about the Luminous Theocratic State.
But when I checked the memories, ordinary people didn’t know about the Luminous Theocratic State. At most, they remember that there was such a strange religion.
It’s similar to how Americans might not know about the existence of some other countries.
I want to know a bit more, but luckily not all information is coming in.
Right now, half of the blessed people are on the Kogni-Lasve Kingdom front commanded by Witga, and the other half are in the Kingdom of Anselus where Hieronymus directly gives orders.
Either way, things are not going exactly according to plan, which is becoming slightly visible.
The front between the two kingdoms led by Witga is heading towards an atmosphere of making peace. Witga is trying to somehow sow discord and prevent that.
It’s the same on Hieronymus’s side.
It seems they moved in an excessively gloomy direction. Those who received blessings are being caught and killed. Still, since most of them have the ability to escape, they’re properly escaping and coming out, but those without blessings must have died a lot.
The situation is getting worse day by day.
Of course, it’s partly because the Kingdom of Anselus is handling it well, but there’s another reason.
Tis.
Yes. That boy who escaped then.
The person who headed towards the Kingdom of Anselus wanting revenge.
But he couldn’t abandon his nature. He saved someone on the way, was misunderstood or got into trouble and ran away.
He repeated that several times.
The good deeds he’s done so far could help others, but weren’t helpful to himself.
At least at that time.
But the good deeds that weren’t helpful at all piled up and became the foundation for the Kingdom of Anselus to trust him.
He was recognized as an ally in the Kingdom of Anselus. Of course, he’s still under separate surveillance.
But that was enough for Tis to freely share information about the Future Hope Church.
That included not only the leader called Hieronymus, but also stories about me.
Yes.
The girl the Future Hope Church calls the Apostle of God.
The person who gives blessings.
And he explained that if you receive my blessing, your hair color changes to purple, and you gain special abilities.
After that explanation, when the Kingdom of Anselus captures people from the Future Hope Church with purple hair, they started dragging them straight to the laboratory.
In the laboratory, they receive torture-like experiments until death.
I see all that pain, despair, and screams.
But the only impression is that warmth will come soon.
Anyway, warmth comes when they die.
It’s a shame that they can’t get more warmth by struggling more, but I feel good when it comes however it comes.
And I could also figure out about the blessed people. They experimented on how much they can endure, how different the abilities are for each person.
In addition to that, the people working there often talk to each other while dissecting blessed people, so I’m learning a lot thanks to that.
For example, about magic.
Of course, I’ve licked people using magic several times. The light wasn’t different from ordinary people, and like other people, some had a lot of warmth and some had little.
If there’s a problem, it’s that I don’t understand mana at all.
When a magician uses magic, there are memories of operating magic. The sense of mana is also similar, with only differences like fingertips being sensitive or dull to some extent.
But no matter what I do, magic doesn’t come out.
I recited spells during the time I run outside. But I couldn’t feel mana at all. Even if I imitated the moment when they first learned magic, I couldn’t feel mana at all.
I don’t feel it at all as if such power doesn’t exist.
Does this body have no talent for mana at all?
Or am I so full that I can’t feel it?
I’m not sure.
But there’s something I found out.
If a magician receives my blessing, they might be able to exert more powerful strength.
But they say it’s fortunate that magicians won’t enter the Future Hope Church.
Because magicians are basically people of the upper class.
Special powers give power the more violent the world is.
Magic is the same.
If all people could use magic according to effort it would be different, but magic depends greatly on talent.
So all the magicians I tasted were sacrifices.
Come to think of it, there was a time when there were only magicians for a couple of days, was this also an experiment by Hieronymus or Hyunkeshuni?
But there was no difference.
A sacrifice is a sacrifice.
A blessing is a blessing.
In fact, between Hieronymus and me, sacrifices and blessings have no relation.
It’s just implicitly one sacrifice per person.
Maybe Hieronymus is afraid that if he confirms one blessing for one sacrifice, it might become an obstacle in wage negotiations later, I imagine.
Like how I did with Andrew, two sacrifices for one blessing.
That’s fine too, but it’s not good to be greedy.
Especially if you have no power, they could pour hot beef bone broth through your nose and say one hundred blessings for one sacrifice, right?
It’s important to create a situation where we can respect each other.
I’m also slowly working on favorability for when I really think I’m powerless later.
Anyway, let’s return to the story and go back to the Kingdom of Anselus.
The Kingdom of Anselus made a law calling and distinguishing those who received blessings as apostates. Of course, it’s not the old witch identification method.
You know, throw them in water and if they float they’re a bad witch, if they sink they’re ordinary people.
The Kingdom of Anselus created a special device. Its appearance resembles a fan. They examine people by scanning them with it.
If it’s a person who received my blessing, it seems the fan becomes very heavy, difficult to wave.
It seems I become a strong resistance.
So when they experiment with blessed people, the fan suddenly stops in the air as if it hit a stone. And even if you push with force, it goes down very slowly.
In other words, it’s a device that can find them even if they change their hair color with something like dye.
It’s interesting.
In that way, the Kingdom of Anselus is steadily dealing with the Future Hope Church.
Can Hieronymus collapse the Kingdom of Anselus before that?
I’m fine however things roll. No, I hope the timing would be delayed a little. I haven’t become close with Hieronymus yet.
Hehe.
The Future Hope Church is a cult made up of people at the bottom of life anyway. There’s no way they can easily rise to the top.
There are rules and laws.
But desire is stronger.
Because they’ve lost so far, it’s okay to take a little bit?
In this way, the result of gradually overflowing led to classifying all people into just two groups, those in the Future Hope Church and those who are not, and moving towards plundering those who are not.
Of course, it’s not that there are no people who found salvation here.
Even if it looks like mere exploitation from others’ eyes, it could be different for that person.
But it’s not okay.
This has already crossed the line.
It was created in a place that crossed the line from the beginning.
This place is destined to fall. So before that, we need to scrape everything clean and take it.
Yes. The most important goal.
The method to summon me.
Ah, no.
There’s one experiment I need to do for later. I need to do this when people come to receive blessings, three per day like this.
When else would I get such a steady supply?
I set an experiment as a sub-goal.
What experiment, you ask?
It’s an experiment where I insert information.
Where to start, well.
Let’s do it simply.
First, shall we insert the title ‘Outer God’? Only Hyunkeshuni calls me that. Now I’m going to expand this.
I insert specific information while giving blessings.
Will it succeed?
No, I need to try to make it succeed.
Only then can I do things that make me happier later.
“Hello, Hyunkeshuni.”
So I greeted Hyunkeshuni who returned to the room. She now accepts my greetings as natural.
“Yes, Rebecca. Haah, what is Yasle trying to do? If he’s going to take revenge, I wish he’d take care of himself a bit more.”
As soon as you enter the entrance, to the left.
There’s a space for Hyunkeshuni there. Hyunkeshuni threw the cloth she was wearing over her head onto the sofa, put the staff made of skull beside it, and sat in her seat.
“Joanna. Prepare what I usually drink.”
“Yes, Miss Hyunkeshuni.”
She slumps in the chair and orders Joanna to bring her a drink.
It means she’s comfortable in this place.
But there’s something that bothers me.
“Who is Yasle?”
Hyunkeshuni answered in a languid voice while waving her hand, her body buried in the chair.
“Hieronymus’s real name. He’s an idiot. He survived but chose something like revenge. So he made a place like this and is losing his mind from overwork before taking revenge.”
Aha.
So that’s his real name?
Yasle.
Yes. I remembered it. I need to search through people’s memories once again. I wonder if new information will come out? But I shouldn’t make a mistake here.
Pretend not to know well.
Pretend not to be interested even if I know the name.
“Is Hyunkeshuni tired too? Do you want to receive a blessing?”
If possible, I threw a question that could divert her attention by including a small wish.
“Not needed. No matter what happens, I won’t receive help from something like you.”
Yes. I know. Even though Hyunkeshuni’s wariness has eased a lot, it never completely disappeared.
She’s insensitive about others, but when it comes to herself, she reacts almost paranoidly.
So…
“You understand, right? Rebecca. I have no intention of making a contract with something like you ever again.”
She answers like this, sitting in her seat and glaring at me.
A witch who has lived for over 100 years. Hyunkeshuni.
Is that because she made a contract with someone? In other words, is Hyunkeshuni someone else’s bowl?
But I can take even someone else’s bowl if it’s for warmth. There’s a time limit, but there’s still time. So I say this.
“Call me if you’re having a hard time, Hyunkeshuni. I’ll come to you.”
If you have the knowledge that called me to this world, I have no intention of missing it.
“Dream on.”
At my words, Hyunkeshuni made a disgusted expression, answered shortly, and just threw her body onto the sofa.
Hehe.
See? The mention of Yasle flew to the back of her memory, right?