Of course, I didn’t lie.
Do people call me an outer god?
Hyunkeshuni in front of me called me an outer god.
Did I make a contract?
I said I’d take everything when they die.
Am I the one who made the contract first?
It’s invalid because I’m not human!
This side is a bit dangerous. Anyway, I don’t think of myself as a god, but I don’t think of myself as human either.
If I were a god, I’d have more amazing abilities. Let there be light and there is light, doing everything I think of, and being able to enjoy it. At the very least, an ability powerful enough to put someone down there below the surface.
But I’m not like that.
At best, I’m a foolish monster that can’t come out to the world without a contract.
From the beginning, how can I be a god when I’m suffering from cold? Not being able to get even one warmth?
But if necessary, I’ll act as a god.
They call it a capitalist smile, don’t they?
If I can get warmth, I can lick the ground like a dog.
I’m taking this risk because I have to protect Hyunkeshuni this time. Otherwise, why would I call myself something like a god?
I’d rather choose to just go with the flow like an incompetent person.
It’s easier to hunt prey when it mistakes itself for the hunter.
Most of the blessed people in this place now are looking at me. Only a very few are looking at the soldiers, or at Hyunkeshuni sitting on the floor with a very gloomy expression.
“I’ve heard before that grandfather’s special power was received from some god in the past. Are you that god who gave grandfather power?”
A middle-aged man asks me.
Oh? Didn’t he know me as an apostle? When Tis received the blessing, I was still an apostle of the Future Hope Church’s god. But now god?
Skimming through Tis’s memories for a moment, ah. I see. Later, all the people who received my blessing called me an outer god, so they thought I was a god.
“I gave the blessing.”
Originally I should say I’m a god, but it doesn’t come out as if it’s stuck in my throat. I seem to dislike being called a god quite a bit.
“But he converted to our Lord. Why are you appearing now? When you left alone someone who believed in another god from the beginning?”
Conversion, huh.
Come to think of it, that’s right.
“So did I take back my power? In exchange for giving Tis part of myself, I made a contract with him that when he finished everything, I would take everything he had then. And since he died, I just came to receive what he had.”
I stretched out my arm and pointed to the sky.
“But there was interference from above. So I want to ask you. Is that right?”
I subtly changed the reason for my appearance in this world.
To ask about what’s right and wrong, that’s why I appeared here.
The truth is different, right? I tried to take the warmth and got annoyed, so I took all the warmth from the people here. But by chance, an opportunity arose to come here, so I came.
There was nothing I planned from beginning to end. It all happened by chance and impulsively.
That’s why I’m racking my brains so hard here now.
The middle-aged man in front of me is Tis’s grandson and the current king of this country.
Considering that I just blessed them and made them close their eyes, it seems I could control them, but that’s a last resort.
Because that could easily become blessed people versus the Kingdom of Anselus. So if rumors spread that people blessed by me are dangerous, the possibility of someone summoning me decreases.
Therefore, I need to keep the royalty in this place on the side of the Kingdom of Anselus.
The scene where sphere humans became people earlier?
It’s fine.
When a god appears directly in front of you, would that be important? They’ll probably think the god did something.
To be honest, I’m inwardly begging them to please forget. That’s why I’m saying these confrontational words.
Can’t we pretend that scene never happened?
Thinking like that while looking at the king, he seems very perplexed. No, is this that difficult?
Ah.
I see.
If this goes wrong, it could be a case of “How dare you deny the Holy Spirit? Excommunication!” by an inquisitor flying in.
The more difficult it is for the other side to speak, the better for me! The more they think, the more time I can buy. There’s the problem of somehow giving Hyunkeshuni time and resources to write the book, but I have to figure that out!
What should I do…
“Can’t the affairs of gods be viewed the same as human affairs?”
He’s telling me to stop talking nonsense and if it’s god’s business, take it up with the god. He’s saying it’s not human business, right?
Let’s scratch at it for now.
“Do humans think there’s no priority for contracts made first? I didn’t know that. But I never canceled the contract. You say he believes in another god? There was no clause in the contract saying he had to believe in me from the beginning. I simply shared myself until he finished his life, and now that his life is over, I’ve come to collect the payment. But this being called the Holy Spirit is interfering with me.”
If you just listen, doesn’t it sound like I shared my power, and I’ve come to take back that power? But as I said, I didn’t cut myself and put it in. It’s just contained there.
The payment, of course, is warmth.
But won’t they think I shared power and then came to collect it?
While praying they’ll think that way, I check the surroundings through the eyes of the blessed ones.
Soldiers are sneaking in, and the royalty are using soldiers to quietly remove young children from this place.
Hehe.
This is according to plan.
Yes. They have become objects that need protection. The enemy here has become just me. Or me and Hyunkeshuni.
Should I make Hyunkeshuni a different subject from me? Since there are several blessed people now, if I can see the book even if I’m driven out of this world…
No, if I’m expelled to the outside like this, there’s a possibility she won’t write the book saying the contract is invalid.
She’s a really troublesome person.
After killing blessed people one by one, she’s making me turn my not-so-good head in this place now.
“So what do you wish from us by coming here?”
The king is unpleasantly skilled.
He avoided all words related to the Holy Spirit, and shortened it to asking what I want.
Ugh, what should I do? What should I say I want?
If I say what I want, he’ll surely counter-attack with various reasons. Can I win against that person in words?
Just because I know all of that person’s memories and have the ability to see from that person’s perspective, doesn’t mean I can stand above that person.
Seeing from their perspective simply means knowing what they see, hear, and feel. It’s not like I can see what they’re thinking like some psychic.
Shock. First, I need to give shock. I need to take the initiative to avoid being swayed. What’s there?
The only ones here now are people with purple hair.
Purple?
Ah, right. The contract.
Yes. That was it. I pointed at his hair with my index finger. Strictly speaking, his purple hair.
As I reached out my hand, the king flinched.
Then two knights drew their swords. But as I remained still with my hand outstretched, the king soon stopped them and asked me.
“What is the meaning of that hand?”
“The hair.”
He makes an expression like “Huh?” and then grabs his own hair. For some reason, the knight with thinning hair next to him looks at me with a terrified expression.
“Do you mean you want hair?”
Suddenly? I’m not into bald… That’s a bit…
Ah, is that how you understood it? That I want hair?
“No. The color of that hair. Humans. You have inherited Tis’s contract.”
I’m guessing it might have been automatically renewed. That’s why I contracted so easily. And maybe because they were born like that from the beginning, I can control them too.
But it’s really funny seeing two men looking very relieved. It’s especially funnier that the other knight next to them has an expression of complete incomprehension. That one has very thick hair.
“So I gave the blessing.”
I’ve already filled them all with myself.
At my words, the king’s expression became very sharp.
“Does that mean we should believe in you?”
“No. It’s unpleasant that the Holy Spirit tried to arbitrarily block the contract, but if you want to believe in that god, go ahead. Humans should believe in religion freely.”
Huh?
Why are you looking at me with such a shocked face?
“You say to believe in religion freely? While being a god?”
Is that so strange? Ah, is it because I’m not a god so I don’t understand the physiology of gods? That’s right. I’m not a god. So I’ll answer more lightly.
“Isn’t that human freedom?”
Originally, that’s natural.
Ah. For a moment, criticism came from the faded man’s memories saying I messed up. He says originally, being subordinate to a god was the life of early modern humans.
But isn’t it different because the world is different?
This statement seems to have been so shocking that the king was silent for a long time. In the meantime, the blessed people were properly removed. It means they safely received protection. At least I left the blessing, so let’s say that’s good.
Meanwhile, soldiers are standing around Hyunkeshuni. They’re aiming weapons and holding their breath.
That’s not good…
Hyunkeshuni needs to write the book.
“O God who has come here, what do you desire from us in return for the blessing?”
There is something I want. Specifically, it’s to have Hyunkeshuni over there write the book. But that doesn’t seem to be what I should ask for in this place right now.
The faded man brings up one suggestion. I feel like I’m about to develop a split personality. He’s like a completely different person.
So what should I say?
Freedom?
If it’s something like that, well.
“Why are you asking me that? I gave myself. And at the end, I just need to take everything you have.”
No, why is determination flashing across the king’s expression now? It looks like he’s burning with a sense of mission to kill the evil in front of him?
Did I say something wrong?
Again?
Like this?
“Humans should do whatever they want to their heart’s content and die as they please. I’ll come to greet you when you die.”
As soon as my words ended, suddenly the determination disappeared without a trace.
It really disappeared.
And the king bowed his head.
Why?