Chapter 80: Praise the Black Saint (7)

Chapter 80: Praise the Black Saint (7)

Chapter 80: Praise the Black Saint (7)

After spewing nonsense to distract the clergy, I ran toward Miss Rubia’s mansion, cradling the unconscious Lucy.

And then, someone utterly unexpected appeared before me.

To my surprise, I found myself face-to-face with the leader of the Black Fangs.

To be more precise...

[I know your secrets.]

A video of the Black Fang leader was playing in front of me.

As I walked through a deserted passage to avoid drawing attention, a sudden black distortion appeared in the air. The moment I touched it, the video started to play.

Naturally, confusion spread across my face. That technique—it’s definitely something I would use.

There was hardly a better way to disseminate information than this.

[But I have not spoken of it. This is your chance—a final opportunity to confess all your sins and beg for forgiveness.]

But, of course, the person in the video wasn’t me. The method was identical, but I had never created a video like that.

[Yet you threw that chance away.]

And then, without giving a second chance, various scenes flashed across the screen with those words.

My jaw dropped open.

Anything else would have been stranger.

[This is the truth you’ve kept hidden. Unspeakable atrocities committed in the name of God.]

Manufacturing holy power by grinding up children.

In secret, colluding with demons and conducting all sorts of experiments.

Even I, who had some inkling of the corruption within the Holy Church, couldn’t help but be shocked.

There are degrees of wickedness, after all.

And this... far surpassed those boundaries.

Before I could fully process the horror, the so-called Black Fang leader in the video spoke again, this time delivering a proclamation.

[This is what was happening inside the Great Cathedral. And this is why I passed judgment upon them.]

He claimed that he had judged the Holy Church.

That he had rightfully punished those who dared commit such profane acts in the name of God.

And if anyone dared defile the name of God again...

[I will gladly deliver judgment upon them as well.]

They, too, would meet the same fate.

With those final words, the video ended.

But even after the video stopped playing, I stood there for a long time.

I understood the video’s contents.

I grasped what had been happening there.

A part of me could even accept that it made sense if the creators of ‘Blood and Bone’ —who had an eerie penchant for tormenting orphans—were responsible for such atrocities.

But there was one thing I simply couldn’t wrap my head around.

‘Who the hell are these bastards?’

The most immediate hypothesis was that those people were the “real” Black Fangs.

Up until the video ended, I honestly thought the person in front of me was the real leader of the Black Fangs.

The shadowy figure who, without even a single mention in any spoiler posts, was shaking the empire to its core.

I was briefly thrilled, thinking I’d finally caught a lead on those bastards.

‘But this doesn’t make any sense.’

Considering the timing of when this video was filmed, the conclusion was obvious.

This video couldn’t have been made before the massacre at the Great Cathedral by Lucy.

Internal documents.

Research logs.

And countless other materials.

The amount of evidence was far too vast to have been gathered through secret infiltration alone.

Unless they had used some kind of hypnosis app to get the cooperation of the Great Cathedral during filming, how in the world did they find and capture all of that on video?

‘And if the video was shot after Lucy slaughtered the people in the Great Cathedral...’

That would mean the video was filmed and distributed in the time between when I left the cathedral and now—no more than two hours at most.

It was a shocking move.

But when I think about it, it might have been inevitable.

Those people must believe they’ve met God.

‘If a priest has encountered God and felt nothing, now that would be strange.’

It was only then that I fully understood the situation.

What can I say?

It was all too coincidental.

One coincidence piled upon another.

And then those coincidences intertwined, leading to this moment, almost as if the God of Light had orchestrated it all.

‘Well, not that such a thing is likely.’

The God of Light is more of a system than a deity—one that grants power based on the faith given to it.

Or perhaps, for some reason, it can bless humans, but it cannot punish them.

Back when the sequel to Blood and Bone hadn’t been released for years, and the entire community was groaning in agony, players scoured every last bit of game lore and came up with two main theories about the God of Light.

Either way, it seemed unlikely that this god had anything to do with these recent events.

‘...Come to think of it, which of those theories was correct?’

Curiosity crept up on me, but I quickly dismissed it from my mind.

This wasn’t a philosophy class.

There was no time to ponder the existence of a god.

Instead, I needed to figure out what was wrong with my body as quickly as possible.

And I had to make a decision about Lucy.

I will repay this debt... someday.

A faint voice echoed from somewhere.

It was so quiet I could barely make it out.

I looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

But all I saw was Miss Rubia.

She was waving at me from the mansion’s front gate, far off in the distance.

I’d arrived at my destination without realizing it.

Seeing her there made me realize she must have stayed up all night, worried after I ran off.

I felt a mix of guilt and relief and quickly started toward her.

Well, I tried to run.

My wings responded to my will, moving on their own.

In an instant, I had flown right in front of Miss Rubia.

...And then I heard a babbling sound.

Obviously, there wasn’t a baby around, so it must have been coming from the lady in front of me.

She seemed to be in some sort of regressive state, pointing at me and babbling incoherently.

Though I couldn’t understand the babbling, I could tell what she wanted to ask.

It would’ve been stranger if I didn’t.

I hesitated for a long time.

Suddenly sprouting wings.

The blood-soaked girl I’d brought along.

Turning the Holy Church’s entire leadership into supporters of the Black Fangs and making them confess on video.

I had no idea how to explain any of that.

But if I delayed any longer, the lady in front of me would surely faint.

So, I opened my mouth and said whatever came to mind.

“...It just sort of happened.”

Of course, such an explanation wasn’t going to work.

And so, I ended up carrying two unconscious women back to the mansion that day.

...It had been quite a tumultuous day, to say the least.

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