"I don’t know why the king bowed his head so suddenly, but fortunately, he understood my words and accepted them well."
"It’s frightening when his misunderstanding is shattered. How will he change?"
"So, I have to keep this going sohow."
"I’ve given a blessing to the descendant of Tis-ha, who was here. Soone like Tis-ha, with a special power, might appear, so keep an eye on them."
This is unnecessary to say if the person with power is going to go around killing people. Because if they think they have a special power, they will try to control it, right?
If there’s control, the chaos decreases.
"Then, the warmth I gain will decrease."
But, in this situation, it’s necessary to say. I’m not looking at the imdiate future, but the more distant one.
"If soone receives a blessing, they gain profit. If the blessed person does sothing strange, it ans it’s not my responsibility, but entirely yours."
Actually, that’s true, but people never miss the chance to bla others, do they?
I need to prevent it beforehand.
Besides, among the royals here, very few know anything about the Mirae Hope Sect. Even if they learn about it, all they know is that the heretics attacked the capital, and Tis-ha appeared, retook it, and killed the remaining heretics before becoming king.
Of course, there’s also the part about receiving a blessing from the Holy Spirit and performing miracles.
I’m really glad I know the mories.
It ans no one really knows much about .
The only one who knows a little more is the king. But since he bowed his head, the others are likely fine.
The warmth I just obtained from Tis-ha is actually less than what I felt when I first saw him. The ti when he had the most warmth was when he beca king.
At that ti, the warmth in the light was overflowing. It shone like a wildfire, but in his last monts, it was like a candle.
So, it feels like a loss, but it isn’t.
How many people died by Tis-ha’s hand?
The boy who tried to judge right from wrong carefully walked his path without aging, and the warmth from the lives he took along the way far surpasses the warmth of the brightest mont he had.
Yes.
Whether good or evil, people give warmth when they gain power.
The investnt succeeded.
If more people are blessed, it’s better. If the mark of an evil god is branded on them, there might be a lot of bloodshed as they kill each other, but the blessed person will die.
Moreover, with the feature of purple hair, it’s easy to find and kill them.
How am I so sure of that?
At least, among the information I know, ethnic conflicts have never been resolved.
The hostility toward beings of different forms from is far more cruel and tenacious than imagined, right?
Wyd thought of himself as the new humanity. Of course, he didn’t directly say that, but considering how he boasted about blessed people being special, it’s just a different way of expressing the sa essence.
Racial discrimination eventually turns into racial cleansing. Soone blessed by shouldn’t beco the target of such cleansing.
While thinking that, the king raised his head.
"What should I call you?"
A na? Rebecca.
No, that’s not it. I’m currently in her form, but she died once and then went on to live her life.
So, let’s speak the truth.
"I have no na to speak of. I sank beneath the cold surface, gazing at the distant night sky. I waited as countless lights ca to from the sky."
At my words, the king looked at with a realization on his face. I skipped over describing the warmth in the light, so what did he think about that?
A faded gray man whispers.
"The god of the afterlife."
Spit.
I don’t want to be that.
The light, which is presud to be in the soul, doesn’t matter to if it consus warmth from within...
But I can guess how it will turn out.
I’ve never left warmth intact, so I don’t know what will happen, but I’ve probably seen what happens to soone who falls beneath the surface.
Sothing that was there the last ti I went to the bottom.
Thinking about the monster that stole warmth from a living person, I can guess what happened.
But that’s not the cause.
I still rember it deeply.
"One day, I woke up to find myself in an endlessly cold darkness. I stayed there for a very, very long ti. After a long ti, the sky and the sea finally separated. The first light appeared that day."
I still rember that ti.
There really was only one light in the sky. And gradually, the light increased. I didn’t change the light.
Soone must have thrown into the cold sea.
Yes. Soone.
And it must have been soone who could be called a god, right?
Kehehe.
The reason I hate gods, one way or another.
The witch who broke the window and invaded the royal family’s private space is truly dangerous. No, of course, after I write the book, it won’t matter, but not now.
If.
If, by any chance, the people in front of think of as the god of death.
I can fabricate why Hyungkeshni ca here.
For that, certainty is needed. If I rush without thinking, there will be a setting error, and they’ll think I deceived them, stabbing again.
I don’t want that.
From the whispers among the soldiers around , I hear that there’s a big conversation going on between a god and the king.
And there are also voices questioning if I’m really a god.
There’s a smart person.
Hmm.
Then, I need to show easy proof. Sothing that can make look like a god.
Reviving after having my head cut off?
"That’s when I revealed my true nature, you monster!" It’s perfect for hearing such words.
My abilities include regeneration, object creation, and the ability to bless.
The most plausible of these is the blessing ability. And it’s the one I’ve been consistently talking about.
I need an older man.
I pointed at one of the knights in front of .
"I give blessings to the needy."
The knight stared at with a confused expression, and the king gave a knowing look. Then, in a trembling voice, he asked .
"Will he improve if he receives a blessing?"
Huh? A trembling voice? Was there sothing so touching just now?
"He’ll return to his pri physical form."
In fact, every blessed person has done so until now.
The knight then looked at the king, straightened up, and spoke.
"May I do it?" "Do it."
The knight approached , took off his solid iron helt, and tucked it under his arm. He ca closer, and his hair had only remained on the sides, a typical aging man.
As a knight, he must have worn the helt for a long ti, so his hair must have been almost gone. If he becos young again, everything will be solved.
"I hope you receive the blessing."
Hehe.
Yes. This is good. He’s blinded by the imdiate gain, and is now too dull to judge what’s happening in this place. When there’s too much surrealism, it’s hard to tell if this is reality, right?
I’ll make it even more dizzying.
I said my usual lines.
"I’ll give myself to you. Then, when you finish everything, I’ll take everything you have. How does that sound?"
He nodded.
I stretched out my arm and touched his light. Then, I pushed myself into it. The light turned black, and the skin on his face started to crack like pottery.
Then, the old skin like pottery fell off, and from within, a man with purple hair and white skin erged.
Good.
Youth is an easy miracle to understand.
He awkwardly placed his hand on his newly grown hair.
Thud!
The helt that had been under his arm fell. But he didn’t mind and started touching his newly grown hair.
Then he imdiately bowed his head.
"Oh, god. I now realize your presence."
Wait a second.
Is he not bowing because he’s rejuvenated, but because he grew hair? If soone from a country with the Holy Spirit Church suddenly changes gods, I’ll beco the bad god!
What if this person is executed for becoming a heretic!
I hurriedly looked at the king, but for so reason, the king looked at the man with a wistful expression. Then, he bowed his head to again.
"Thank you for your blessing. However, I don’t know what to call you. What should we call you?"
His focus was a bit off, but he was still stunned by the great miracle. If that’s the case, now’s the opportunity. It’s a perfect chance to involve Hyungkeshni sohow.
I pointed at Hyungkeshni.
The audience, who had been watching this ridiculous play while sitting on the floor, jumped in surprise when they were singled out.
"The one who has lived for hundreds of years gave the title of foreign news. So, please call that."
This title was given by her. It leaves room to shift the responsibility.
And also, it sows suspicion that she might hate . She probably does, but now it becos official hatred.
In the future, she might say sothing to distort with bad intentions.
"The Witch of Joy, Hyungkeshni."
If I just say the na, they wouldn’t understand, so I ntion the famous title first.
Why is the Witch of Joy famous?
Because she occasionally appears, curses villages, plunders, and then runs away, that’s why she’s known.
Even among the royals, those who have been in the military for a long ti mostly know.
"I will forgive you."
Yes. I threw a pardon at the witch’s face.
With this, Hyungkeshni ca to attack but was defeated. And the matter between us ended with forgiving her.
If there’s any common sense, she’s unlikely to speak of it again. Since she thinks of as a god, Hyungkeshni now has a higher chance of surviving.
Sigh, troubleso witch.
"I won’t take warmth from you."
To those who don’t know, this might sound like a strange statent, but Hyungkeshni will understand that it ans I’m asking her to keep the contract.
Hehe.
Now that the big part is over, I turn to the king to finish the mont.
"Then, I’ll wait until the Holy Spirit Church responds."
I’ve gone back to the beginning and brought up Tis-ha’s related matters. I’ll make them misunderstand that this has always been my purpose.
Consistency adds to the persuasiveness, right?
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