Volu 2, Chapter 3 – Progression of Heresy
『In the beginning, Anri-sama created the world.
Humans, animals, plants; all things that exist were created by Anri-sama’s hand.
However, the foolish humans did not know.
Sophia the Evil God was jealous of Anri-sama, and pretended that Anri-sama’s achievents were her own, and the people praised Evil God Sophia.
Anri-sama who lanted over the world dyed in heresy, decided that she would purge the world with only her believers remaining.
The believers of Evil God Sophia will surely burn in Hell for eternity.
Only those who believe in Anri-sama will be able to go to the new world, and obtain eternal happiness.』
After reading the words on the paper in my hand, I looked up and found that the Pope was standing there with eyes shining with so kind of expectation. Seeing that subtly proud face, the fact that his good looks were its only redeeming feature kind of pissed off.
“…Leonora.”
“Yeah.”
Faiya~
“NOOOOOOH――――!?
Leonora was standing next to and had been peering in on it as well, and when I had her burn it away the Pope began to scream.
I didn’t want to et him so I had Tena act as my representative, but he specifically wanted to have a look at sothing, so I even went out of my way to build an audience hall on the 4th floor, but I didn’t think that I’d be made to read sothing like that. The reason I added this hall was because they were treating as a god, so I couldn’t easily head down to the 3rd floor and below, and since I didn’t want to invite him up to the 5th floor, there was no other place but the 4th.
Also, the reason I didn’t want to call him up to the 5th floor was because I didn’t want him to et Lili. In his mind, Lili had been eaten by , and as for Lili, she shouldn’t want to et sobody who tried to kill her either.
Only, although I know that he’s sobody who tried to kill a person I’m close to, mysteriously I didn’t feel any sense of repulsion. I think it’s because his personality is so intense that the first impression was drowned out.
I wonder how Tena feels about this. She associates with him normally though.
“Why, Anri-sama――――!?”
“Uwah-”
The Pope drew in with a flood of tears, and in my revulsion, I accidentally sent him flying with a shadow bullet. It was so sudden that I didn’t hold back on my strength, or so I was thinking, but the Pope was just fine and imdiately got up. I shouldn’t be one to say this, but is guy really human?
To begin with, these eyes that even cause the daughter of the Demon King to dogeza don’t seem to have any effect on him… Or rather, should I say that he even gets a little excited? It makes want to avert my eyes myself.
“My apologies, I lost my composure. I am terribly ashad, but could you please teach what it was that was unsatisfactory?”
Even if you act all prim and proper now, it’s too late you know.
And even if you ask what was unsatisfactory, it’s actually harder to point out sothing good about it. It’s the first ti that sothing’s been so bad, that one of the less bad points is a good point. But well, if I had to pick the worst point, then…
“It’s needlessly antagonistic. And there are lots of parts that are disconnected from the truth.”
Even without antagonising them, the Church of Sacred Light might be hostile anyway, but that doesn’t an that there’s a need to needlessly stir them up. We’re lucky enough that they’re glaring at another country, so I don’t want to provoke them and have their spearhead turned this way instead. And also, why did I end up the one who created the world? I have no mory of doing anything like that.
“Certainly, there are a few exaggerations mixed in.”
A few? So this is ‘a few’…
Or rather, before ‘exaggeration’, all I found were a bag of lies, but?
“However, we presently require sothing to gather people to our country. As such, I wanted to create a scripture. In order to draw interest, giving it a little impact would be better, wouldn’t it?”
Please give a break. Just imagining a nation ford from people gathered by that kind of scripture is giving goosebumps.
But in regards to the need for scriptures, I guess I can’t help but agree with his idea. I don’t want to starve either, so the idea of propagating the religion itself is sothing I agree with. Then in that case…
“I’ll write the scriptures.”
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I might have been too hasty.
The blank paper in front of was causing to hold my head in trouble inside.
I accidentally said in front of the Pope that I would write it──the Pope gleefully left──but, since then the brush in my hand has written absolutely nothing.
To begin with, I only realised just now that there’s no way the deity themselves would write the parts that worshipped and praised the deity, but it’s much too late.
And also, even leaving that part aside, the rest of the contents are difficult too.
Amongst the believers gathered in the temple right now, many of them were in despair because of the Church of Sacred Light, or the social class system. Because of that, I needed to write sothing revolutionary and reformist like destroying the current system, but in that case, I’d had no choice but to write sothing antagonistic towards the Church or the other countries.
And personally, just as I said earlier, I definitely don’t want to antagonise the Church of Sacred Light or the other nations, so as much as possible I’d like to head in a direction that doesn’t provoke them.
“Anri-sama? Are you still awake?”
“Tena…”
When I sighed at how I was making no progress at all, I heard sobody call from outside the room. Apparently after Tena had put Lili to bed, she ca to see how I was doing.
“Overly exerting yourself is bad for your body, Anri-sama. I think it might be better if you went to bed…”
“It’s fine. You can go to bed, Tena.”
“Anri-sama…”
It wasn’t a lie. I’m still totally fine. For so reason after I turned into a divine, I stopped needing sleep. Staying up a few nights won’t hurt my health at all. It’s completely unrelated to physical fatigue.
“If you don’t plan on sleeping yet, then could I trouble you for so tea?”
“Understood.”
I know that as an apostle, Tena still needs to eat and sleep. Because of that, unlike , she needs to properly rest. I’m happy that she’s worried about , but she needs to rest after she’s done with the tea.
After she left a cup of tea in front of , I was going to tell her to go to sleep, but before I could, Tena spoke to first.
“Are you not making progress?”
Perhaps realising that I was troubled, Tena asked that, and I nodded wordlessly. A situation where you keep crumpling up the pages and starting over can’t be called progress no matter how you look at it.
“What are you worrying about?”
“I can’t write sothing that endorses reform without picking a fight with the Church or existing countries.”
After saying it myself, the impossible requirents made my head hurt. The mont that you reform sothing, you’d be picking a fight with the people who currently had benefits, so to begin with it was contradictory.
“Umm, why is it that reform is necessary?”
“Why, you say? Well…”
‘Because that’s what the followers want.’ I was about to reply, when my mind suddenly ca to a stop.
Is that really true?
It’s certain that there were lots of people amongst the followers that were in despair because of the Church or the class system. But if you asked if all mbers wanted reform, then I would have to say that I hadn’t heard such a thing.
What the betrayed and wounded wanted was sothing more vague than that; ‘sothing righteous’. If that wasn’t true, then even without religion, they’d rely on sothing else in so other place.
And as for ‘sothing righteous’, there was no need to forcefully link it to reform. From the beginning, there was no need to touch on troubleso topics like the current state of the religions or countries in the world. As long as I state ethics or morals; state ‘the way things should be’, then that’s enough.
It felt like a ray of light shone into my mind that had been hazy from agonising over this.
“It looks like you’re fine now. It wouldn’t do for to be a nuisance, so I’ll take my leave.”
Perhaps feeling relieved because she saw that I was fine, Tena gave a bow with a smile. I nodded back at her.
“Goodnight, Tena. And… thanks.”
“Good night, Anri-sama.”
Right. There was no need for to put on airs.
In the end, the scriptures were just the basis, and not the entirety. You could tell this just by looking at the way the Church of Sacred Light spread. It’s fine just for to write whatever I think. The religious stuff can just be left to the Pope and the rest to add on.
Mn. It feels like I can write now.
Pulling myself together, I turned to the page and began putting down my thoughts into words.
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An item designated as an ‘S-Class Danger’.
Said to be filled with the malice of the Evil God, amongst the things in this world, it is a cursed item of particularly great strength.
Those who have received this item will continue to suffer misfortune until they transcribe a copy and hand it to sobody else. Additionally, as even the copy contains the curse, it will propagate endlessly.
Additionally, there is no ans of destroying this item.
A list of the misfortunes of the cursed lett… I an, the “Black Scripture”:
You suffer a bald patch.
You experience “popping ears” when heading to high places.
It feels like sobody is pressing a finger between your eyebrows.
You contract hay fever.
You will suddenly suffer stomach pains in places where there are no nearby toilets.
Each morning you will awaken to a leg cramp.
You will unfailing stub your little toe on a shelf.
You will unconsciously blurt out your real opinion.
You will end all your sentences in ‘evilgod’.
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