Chapter 194

saints and saints. Those who are collectively called saints. They are different from the warriors.

Unlike warriors who are directly designated by a specific god at a specific time with a chance of sprouting beans in a drought, they are a symbol of faith that can appear at any time in all religions.

The conditions for becoming an adult are unclear. It could be a five-year-old kid, an elderly person over 70, or a prostitute.

That’s why they are special.

If you have firm faith, it is living, breathing proof that the gods love you no matter what they look like or what they do. If there’s a problem, it’s that there’s no special revelation, so it’s not unusually difficult to find it?

If it is not a religion that has accumulated its own know-how and information over a long period of time, their seats may remain vacant for decades because they have not been able to find them. It’s not that an oracle or revelation comes down, it’s just a natural form of divine power that stands out.

“Hey cultist.”

Even though the person who proves the existence of God like that is a real world, should I say that the place where people live is similar in the end? They deserve to be blessed and are an indicator of faith, but there are cases in which they are not very welcome to the existing clergy. And, of course, such cognitive dissonance stems from human ugliness.

Among them, there is a unique case that is not very common but can emerge as a very serious problem. If the saint or the saint is a child.

The faith based on the child’s innocence is enormous. However, few cases are greater than a lifelong devotion to religion or a faith that has gradually risen through the trials of life.

When a child surpasses all such adults and becomes an adult, it is usually divided into two cases.

A case in which a person is destined to announce God’s will to the world as an incarnated being endowed with some of the power of a god he serves, and a case in which other people are

not qualified because the faith and purity of the religion have faded.

And the latter, depending on which religion it is, brings a tremendous ripple effect far beyond the level of a rice bowl.

“I-I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“That reaction is proof. What do you not know?”

fight. Yeah fighting is no problem. It’s only natural since he decided to respond with violence to violence against me in the first place. But the problem is that all of those fights are like ordeals that a warrior must go through. Do the work, Siegfried!

I strode towards him and started with a soccer kick to the head.

baek! The sudden violence that started with a shout startled the others who hadn’t heard the conversation Sen and I were having, but that wasn’t the point right now.

“It will be good for you to say it when you are nice. If not, I’ll make you think it’s better to go to hell. Who commissioned it?”

A demon god is a demon god because he is the god of the demon tribe. Just a god who didn’t receive human sacrifice and didn’t crave blood. I wouldn’t discriminate against humans just because they serve them, but of course they don’t grant divine power to this wrong form of faith.

However, they brought a so-called priest and used the sphere of light. I didn’t know if it was real divine power, but at least it was certain that it wasn’t magic. Because I couldn’t see the flow of magic power. In other words, it is not divine power with a high probability, but it means that it is borrowing the ability of something that is not magic.

An existence capable of endowing those who follow it with extraordinary powers, treating those like saints as sacrifices of a different rank.

In the world, bastards who can do that are called devils.

“Kuhh, keuhuhuhh.”

The man whose front teeth had protruded from just one kick gave him an ugly grin.

“And I’m going to test whether that idol breaks first or the heads of all of you first.”

“What, what?”

“I’m going to hit the idol directly until all of your heads are broken. If the idol is smashed first, until the remains are powdered.”

Anger filled the boy’s face for a moment.

“How dare you! Such an insult!”

The reaction was much more violent than Sen’s reaction when he cast Blasphemy. This time, his anger continued for quite a long time, but it didn’t last that long as it was very intense.

Two minutes of hate indeed. I looked at the guy who was breathing hard, and I brought up a story that I hadn’t finished yet.

“You’ll see the scene to the end. At the end you’ll know what the hell you served. You’ll see it reveal itself through your damn corpses.”

In the midst of anger, doubts sprout again. They speak as if they already know what they serve, and that’s good enough.

“I’ll watch that bastard die at my hands, then I’ll die regretting that I’d rather have gone to hell than I said at the beginning, in the realization that I was nothing more than a devil worshiper.”

“Evil...ma? Devil?”

“At that time, you’ll know what true madness is. You can look forward to it.”

“What, what are you talking about! Devil! You bastard! What do you know! How can you make such a guess...”

You know, what the fuck, he only knows human sacrifice.

Satisfied with the desired reaction, I stunned him by lifting his chin. Then, after putting the gag on the guy’s neck like a muffler and checking the knot, he looked around.

“...Hey, Eldmia-sama? That... breaking an idol with your head isn’t really like that, is it?”

The guys looked at me with more fear than when they saw the cultist, and Sen asked a question with a playful smile, with Asilie shaking her head between them, who seemed to have noticed my intentions.

“......”

“...isn’t that right?”

Of course it wasn’t, but I found Sen’s face gradually losing his smile funny, so I replied in silence. Still, with the kids, the prank didn’t last long.

“I’m not crazy. Why would I do something like that? I was trying to scare him.”

“You’re surprised. But do you really need to do that?”

“Thoughts get shorter when you’re afraid.”

It’s not difficult to find them anyway, since Sen and others all know their base. Maybe later, by taking off the gag and giving him time to talk, he might try to entice him to spill information.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t get any information. Just before they attack the stronghold of demon worshipers disguised as cultists anyway, when their vigilance is accidentally distracted and an opportunity arises, allowing them to escape at their own will.

A guy whose thoughts are shortened and desperate will surely be of help.