I don’t understand why the king suddenly bowed his head, but fortunately, the king accepted my words well on his own.
I’m afraid of when his misunderstanding breaks. How will he suddenly change?
So I need to somehow keep dragging this state along.
“I gave blessings to Tis’s descendants who were here. There will be people who develop special abilities like Tis, so keep an eye on them and watch.”
This is an unnecessary statement if you want to make people with power do as they please and eventually kill people. Because if they know there will be special powers, they’ll try to control them, right?
When there’s management, confusion decreases.
Then, the warmth I get also decreases.
But in this situation, it’s a necessary statement. It’s looking at a slightly more distant future, not just right in front.
Receiving a blessing is beneficial.
If blessed people do strange things, it means it’s not my responsibility but entirely your responsibility.
That’s actually the case, but don’t people never miss an opportunity to blame others?
I need to prevent it in advance.
Moreover, among the royalty who have been here so far, almost no one knows about the Future Hope Church. Even if they learned about it, all they know is that heretics attacked the capital, Tis appeared and recaptured it, defeated the remaining heretics, and became king.
Of course, there’s a clause saying he performed miracles after receiving a blessing from the Holy Spirit.
I’m really glad I can know their memories.
It means there’s no one who knows about me in detail.
The one who knows the most details is the king. But since he bowed his head, there’s a high possibility the rest are fine.
The warmth I just got from Tis is actually less than when I first saw Tis. The time when he had the most warmth was around when he became king.
At that time, the light was full of warmth. If it was shining like a forest fire then, at the last moment it was like a candle.
So, it seems like a loss but it’s not a loss.
How many people died by Tis’s hand?
A boy who tried to judge right and wrong correctly walked his path firmly without aging throughout his life. The warmth taken from the lives he cut on that path is incomparably more than the warmth of that most shining moment.
Yes.
Regardless of good or evil, people give warmth when they gain power.
The investment was successful.
Then it’s better if more people receive blessings. Although a lot of blood might flow right now as they kill each other if it’s branded as the power of an evil god, blessed people will die.
Moreover, since there’s the characteristic of hair turning purple, it’s easy to find and kill them.
How can I be so sure?
At least among the information I know, racial conflict has never been resolved.
Isn’t hostility towards creatures of different forms from oneself more cruel and persistent than imaginable?
Wide thought of himself as a new human species. Of course, he didn’t say new human species straight out, but considering how he boasted about blessed people being special people, the expression method is different but the essence is the same.
Racial discrimination eventually turns into ethnic cleansing.
People who received my blessing shouldn’t become cleaning targets.
While thinking like that, the king raised his head.
“What should we call you?”
My name? Rebecca.
No, this isn’t right. Although I’m taking her form now, she died once, came back to life, and went to live her own life.
So I’ll tell the truth.
“I don’t have a name I can say. I sink below the cold water surface and look up at the distant night sky. While doing so, I wait for countless lights in the sky to come to my side.”
At my words, the king looks at me with an expression like he’s realized something. I completely omitted explanations about desiring the warmth in the light, so I wonder what he thought.
The gray-faded man whispers.
God of the afterlife.
Eww.
I don’t want to be something like that.
I don’t care what happens to the light that’s being guessed to be the soul when I eat the warmth inside…
But I know roughly what will happen.
I don’t know what will happen because I’ve never left the warmth alone, but I’ve probably seen what happens to people who fall below the surface.
Something that was there when I went to the bottom after a long time.
Considering that people who had only their warmth taken while alive became monsters craving warmth, I can guess what happened.
But that’s not the cause for me.
I still remember deep in my bones.
One day, when I woke up, I was in an endlessly cold darkness.
I was there for a very, very, very long time.
Only after such a long time passed that I became somewhat strange, the sky and sea finally separated. The day the first light was born.
I still remember that time.
There really was just one light in the sky.
And gradually the lights increased.
I’m not a mutation of light.
There must be someone who threw me into the cold sea.
Yes. Someone.
And wouldn’t that only be someone who could be called a god?
Hehehe.
Whatever the reason, I dislike gods.
The witch who broke the window and invaded the royal family’s private space is really dangerous. No, of course it doesn’t matter what happens after she writes the book, but that’s not now.
If.
If by any chance the people in front of me think I’m the god of death.
I can make up a reason why Hyunkeshuni rushed here.
For that, I need certainty. If I blurt it out thoughtlessly and there’s a setting error, they’ll stab me again saying “You deceived me!”
I don’t like that.
Listening to the whispers among the surrounding soldiers, I hear talk about some amazing god having a conversation with the king.
And there are also questioning voices asking if it’s really a god.
There are smart people here.
Hmm.
Then I need to show easy-to-understand evidence. Something that can make me look like a god.
Reviving after my head flies off?
That’s perfect for hearing “You’ve shown your true colors, you monster!”
The abilities I have are regeneration ability, object creation ability, and blessing ability.
The most plausible content is the blessing ability. And it’s also the ability I’ve consistently talked about so far.
I need an older man.
I pointed at one knight in front.
“I give blessings to those who are lacking.”
The knight looks at me with an expression asking what I’m suddenly saying, and the king made an expression like he noticed something. And he asked me in a trembling voice.
“If they receive a blessing, will they get better?”
Huh? Trembling voice? Was there such a moving part just now?
“They return to their prime physical condition.”
Actually, all blessed people so far have done so.
Then the knight looked at the king, stood at attention, and opened his mouth.
“May I do it?”
“Go ahead.”
The knight approached me and took off his helmet made of solid iron armor. He tucked it under his arm and came in front. He’s a typical older man with hair remaining only on the sides.
Given the job of a knight, he’d have to wear a helmet for a long time, so of course his hair would die quickly. If he becomes younger, everything will be solved…
“I wish to receive a blessing.”
Hehe.
Yes. Good. Blinded by the immediate benefit, their judgment of what’s happening in this place right now has become dull. When there are many surreal stories, it becomes confusing whether this is reality, right?
I’ll make it more confusing.
I said my usual lines.
“I’ll give myself to you. In return, when you finish everything later, I’ll take everything you have then. How about it?”
He nodded.
I reached out my arm and touched his light. And I pushed myself in. The light turned black, and the skin on his face started cracking like pottery.
And as the skin old as pottery fell off, a man with snow-white skin and purple hair popped out from inside.
Good.
Rejuvenation is an easy-to-understand miracle.
Then he touches the top of his head with awkward hands.
Thud!
The helmet tucked under his arm fell. But he doesn’t care about that and keeps touching his regrown hair.
And he immediately bowed his head.
“O God. I now realize your presence.”
No, wait a minute.
Is he doing this not because he rejuvenated and bowed his head, but because he got hair? If a person from a country where the Holy Spirit Religion is the state religion suddenly changes gods, won’t I become an evil god!
What if they execute him along with me for being cultists who’ve gone mad!
I hurriedly looked at the king, but somehow the king is looking at the man with a wistful expression. And he looked at me and bowed his head again.
“Thank you for giving the blessing. However, I don’t know what to call you. What should we call you?”
The focus has shifted subtly, but they’re unable to come to their senses due to the amazing miracle. If so, now is the chance. A golden opportunity to somehow involve Hyunkeshuni.
I pointed at Hyunkeshuni.
The spectator who was sitting on the floor watching this ridiculous play is startled when she’s pointed at.
“One who has lived for hundreds of years gave me the title of outer god. So please call me that.”
She gave me this title. I leave room to pass on the responsibility.
And also, I plant suspicion that she might dislike me. She probably really does dislike me, but this makes it official that she dislikes me.
It means they can think later that what she says might be distorting me with bad intentions.
“The Witch of Joy, Hyunkeshuni.”
They probably won’t know well if I just say the name, so I say the quite famous title first.
Why is the Witch of Joy famous?
This person. She’s known by word of mouth for occasionally appearing, cursing villages, plundering, and then running away.
Most of the royalty who have been in the military for a long time know.
“I’ll forgive you.”
Yes. I threw an indulgence at the witch’s face.
With this, Hyunkeshuni came to attack me, but she’s a defeated witch. And the matter between us two ended with me forgiving her.
If they have common sense, there’s little possibility they’ll say anything about a matter that’s already over.
As long as they think of me as a god, Hyunkeshuni’s chances of immediate survival have increased.
Phew, troublesome witch.
“I won’t take warmth from you.”
This will just sound like strange words to people who don’t know, but Hyunkeshuni will know this means to keep the contract, right?
Hehe.
Now that the big part is over, I say this to the king to wrap up this place:
“Then, I’ll wait until an answer comes from the Holy Spirit Religion.”
Going back to the beginning, I brought up the matter related to Tis who made the contract first.
I’ll make them misunderstand that this was my only purpose from the beginning.
Consistency adds persuasiveness, right?