A young male priest in his 30s, Radin, who was a mber of the Unryeong Church.
He was actually a combat priest with a wealth of experience in subjugation, and he had an excellent ability to detect evil.
Originally active as a dungeon crawler and exorcist, he had co down to his hotown in the mountains during his sabbatical year.
It had been half a year since he established a pioneer church in his hotown, hoping to increase the influence of the Unryeong Church.
On weekdays when there were no services, all Radin did was enjoy the quiet atmosphere and copy the Bible. But today, for so reason, soone knocked ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) on the church door.
The man, who had co in the face of the heavy snow, had his eyes downcast.
He exuded a sense of sadness, and it was obvious that there was a story behind his appearance.
‘What brings an outsider here... ... Wait, this guy?!’
The man’s appearance under the hood was unusual.
Silver hair that sparkled with pure color, eyes that seed to be carved with a piece of the clear and transparent sea, a handso face that seed to break the wall of taste and shoot the heart.
Such a handso man who was like a masterpiece of artisanship was not common on the Serentura continent.
‘Ah, no matter how I look at him, he is the owner of the Holy Sword! What business does such an amazing person have in our church?’
Was it because the surprised priest Radin was staring at him so intently? The handso man with silver hair avoided his gaze and pulled his hood even tighter.
I wondered if that would hide his good looks, but he seed to want to remain anonymous, so I matched the rhythm.
“Ahem. Why did you co all this way in this bad weather, brother whose na I don’t know?”
“I would like to go to confession, priest.”
“Go, go to confession... go to confession?”
“Yes.”
A situation where a cardinal asks a lay priest to conduct confession. However, Radin was more confused than burdened.
‘Confession? With that face that looked like an incarnation of an angel?’
Was he perhaps trying to atone for the sins of the world by shouldering them?
It was a pointless thought, but looking at that holy face, I truly fell into agony.
“Priest?”
“Gasp! Oh, yes! Oh, I understand. Co in, brother.”
Pretend not to know, pretend not to know.
Priests had a duty to keep the personal information of their followers a secret.
Radin guided the owner of the Holy Sword to the confessional while repeating his sense of mission.
A small, secret room made of wood. They each sat on their chairs after separating the space where they were with a partition that showed their silhouettes. The ceremony began.
“Confess your sins, brother.”
To be honest, I was a little curious. What kind of sins would the owner of the Holy Sword commit in his life? At best, it would be a minor deviation from the standards of a model student.
As expected, the confession that the owner of the Holy Sword uttered with difficulty touched the heart of Priest Radin.
“I committed a great sin. In my head.”
Feeling guilty just thinking about it and coming to confession! This is the level that must be reached to beco the owner of the Holy Sword.
Swallowing back emotion, Priest Radin consoled the wandering lamb like a pastor should.
“Thoughts beco words, and words beco actions. If you confess everything to the Spirit of the Word and ask for forgiveness, the sins in your head will be washed away and your heart will be at peace.”
“Will the Spirit of the Word forgive ......?”
“Of course. The rciful Spirit of the Word loves you, my brother.”
“Yes.......”
“Co on, co on, talk comfortably. You can confess things you haven’t told your family, your friends, or your wife.”
“You an things you haven’t told your wife......?”
“Yes! Anyway, only you, , and the spirit of the word will know what I said here!”
A mont passed. After hesitating, the handso silhouette reflected on the partition moved his lips.
“Then, I, a worthless sinner, will confess my sins.”
“Yes, brother.”
“For a mont, I had an imagination of.......”
“Hmm? I’m sorry, brother. Could you say it again?”
At that mont, Priest Radin brought his face close to the partition and listened.
“I had an imagination of destroying the world.”
“.......”
What could this an?
I decided to listen more.
“Actually, I converted from believing in ‘strict order and goodness’, but my life was really ssed up when I was a mber of the Order. I suffered countless betrayals and losses, and everything just got boring. So I once went down an evil path, and the devils called a chaotic evil, and I committed a great sin that was enough to receive life imprisonnt dozens of tis......”
“......?”
But the more I listened, the more I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“......If I hadn’t t my current wife, I might have beco a foolish black sheep and repeated my sins. In fact, I destroyed her once, so I think I would have done better if there was a second ti.”
“......?!”
Now, it’s not just that I can’t understand. My mind is starting to get confused.
“Anyway, thanks to my wife, I was barely living a good life, but she suddenly disappeared without saying a word, leaving behind.”
At this point, Father Radin ca to his senses. He could understand this statent, and it was important.
If the wife of the owner of the Holy Sword is not the Pope of the Unryeonggyo, Aylet Rodelin!
“Huh? Wait a minute. Your... no, did your wife run away? Did you have a fight with your spouse?”
“I think it’s absolutely not true based on the circumstances.......”
“Sotis, the perspective of an experienced third party can be more objective than the person involved. Could you tell what the circumstances were?”
“At that ti, she was lying on the table and hugging .”
“Why was she lying on the table....... Ah! I, I see! I think you’re right, brother! You like gold thread.”
“Thank you.”
Tesilid briefly brought back the topic that had been off topic.
“My wife said she received a revelation from God right before she disappeared. Because of that, I keep...... rembering the tis when the Order God took away sothing precious over and over again, and it bothers . Even though I know in my head that the Spirit of Order is not that kind of god...... I am such a weak human being that it is hard to control the anxiety in my heart.”
“That......is so, brother. So the destruction of the world?”
“Yes.”
The last answer is also quite plain.
The owner of the Holy Sword continued to confess.
“I had a...... wrong thought that if I took the world hostage, God would have no choice but to send her back. The priest said that thoughts beco words and words beco actions. Now that I have spoken my thoughts, I am worried that I will try to realize all of this through action. I ask for forgiveness for my impertinence, irreverence, and impurity.”
“.......”
A serious and calm voice without even a hint of joke. At this, Father Radin also beca serious.
The owner of the Holy Sword is an Aura Master. He is a strong man who has even single-handedly defeated the Demon King Avicinis, the number one ranking demon king in the Demon World. If he put his mind to it, wouldn’t the world really be a ss?
‘Eh, eh. What the hell am I thinking right now... ... .’
At that mont, when he was trying so hard to shake off his anxiety.
“......!”
His excellent senses, who specialized in exorcism, responded. A shadow that seed to spread out from beyond the partition and cover the entire world, a huge illusion. It overwheld Priest Radin.
“Hip!”
“......Are you okay, Priest?”
The owner of the Holy Sword approached him after removing the partition and looked at him worriedly.
Until this mont, Priest Radin was still hallucinating. He couldn’t figure out why a decadent man with long black hair was overlapping the holy young man with silver hair.
One thing was certain.
He had to comfort and appease the owner of the Holy Sword right away! To do that, it seed like he needed more psychological counseling than confession.
“Tongue, Brother!”
Priest Radin grabbed the hand of the owner of the Holy Sword.
“Priest?”
“Everyone commits sins in their heads. However, you must control your heads and restrain your words and actions to protect yourself.”
“Protect yourself.......”
That’s right. That seems to be the only way to protect the world.
“Yes, yes. Isn’t it the current state of your brother that your wife loves? You don’t want to lose her love, do you?”
“Of course.”
“Then you must wake up and protect yourself as you are now! And your wife will definitely return with the protection of the Spirit of the Word. Even the longing wait is a mont of love and an experience, so savor it.”
“Ah....... I see....... Those are good words.”
“As a priest of the Spirit of the Word, that’s basic. Oh, right, I’d like to do so housework for atonent.”
“Yes.”
Fortunately, the owner of the Holy Sword seed to be the type to listen to the advice of those with good intentions.
“Thank you, priest. I will wait faithfully.”
“That’s a good resolution. Then, may the care of the Spirit of the Word be with you, brother.”
Unlike when he first entered the church, the handso man left the confessional, feeling at peace and at peace.
Looking at his back, Priest Radin felt a sense of pride, as if he had saved the world.
In fact, this was a legitimate feeling.
anwhile, Tesilid, who had co out of the church building, stopped adjusting his hood and looked up at the sky.
“Ah.”
A white breath and an exclamation escaped from his perfectly curved lips.
He suddenly seed to have rembered sothing and put one hand into the subspace.
What he held in his hand was a notebook. Is this a reward for my promise to live a good life?
Finally, a ssage from her that I had been waiting for has arrived.
- You were surprised when I disappeared without an explanation? I’m sorry. I’m currently climbing the Tower of Trials on a mission from Unryungnim. It has 300 floors and you have to defeat a boss on each floor. I’ve climbed it once before. It took 7 years that ti, but I’ll conquer it in 4 days and return with the power of love.
So don’t worry, and don’t skip als when I’m not here. Just live well like usual and wait for . I’ll write letters often. I love you.
The last words were like magic. He regained his composure as if it were a lie.
He humd, his lips touching her writing.
“Yeah. I’ll wait.”
The snowfall had already gotten much lighter.
Amidst the fractal crystals falling from the sky, he smiled as if even waiting was happiness.
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