The Return of the Ir Chapter 302: The Age of the Warmonger (6)

Chapter 302: The Age of the Warmonger (6)

As the prophet Lun faced the persecution and walked to the place of execution, his disciples cried and clung to him.

Then the Prophet Lun said, 'I will lift up my sword against the shepherd, and the flock will be scattered.' As it is written, 'All of you will forsake .'

At this ti a young apostle, who would later beco the Pope, stepped forward and said, 'Although everyone will forsake the Prophet, I will never forsake him.'

The Prophet Lun said, 'Listen to , for this morning, before the first rooster crows, you will deny

three tis.'

Then Prophet Lun was miserably executed, and the cackling thugs approached and asked the young apostle: 'Are you also the one who walked around with that sinner?'

The young apostle denied it, saying, 'I do not know what you are talking about.'

Then one of the won passing by said, 'This is the person who usually begs the sinner to instruction and volunteers to be their ssenger!'

The young apostle replied, 'I do not know him.' The young apostle denied it on oath.

A short ti later, a large group of executioners arrived and shouted at the young apostle. 'I can tell by the way you speak. You are in league with sinners!'.

Then the young apostle swore that he would be punished if he lied, and said, 'I don't know.'

Just then, the first rooster crowed.

-『The Gospel of Lun』 26:69-75

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"Oh no."

Vikir clicked his tongue.

He grabbed Pope Nabokov I by the hand and quickly pulled her back.

Nabokov covered her mouth with her hand and blushed.

"Oh, old man~ I'm a nun~ I can't go back and forth!"

"...."

Vikir sighed lightly.

Perhaps when she was sober, but right now, with her judgnt clouded by the dentia, so he couldn't expect help from the Pope.

Because she wasn't destined to get caught up in this situation in the first place.

'I'll have to get her to a safe place sohow.'

Then.

Winston's expression changed strangely when he saw Pope Nabokov I's face.

Surprisingly, he seed to retain so semblance of sanity in the face of his demonization.

"The Pope, she might know. Demon or human, which is more evil."

"...."

When Vikir remained silent, Winston spoke again.

"The Faithful Quovadis, descendants of those who denied the Gods three tis. They also honor a prophet who was lost at the hands of the very humans they sought to protect."

The prophet Lun, long ago, persecuted and lost.

Winston smiled.

"There was a ti when I, too, valued humanity above all else, and I was deeply sympathetic to the doctrines of the Quovadis."

At the sa ti, the unicorn Amdusias fluttered his dark mane and tugged on the reins around Winston's neck.

As the demon erodes the human mind, the fragnts of mories that are chipped away create countless sparks.

Vikir had witnessed so of those shards with his own eyes.

...In the fragnts of mory. The little boy was crying.

His parents had made a good living selling beans.

But when a famine hit and they couldn't bear to see their neighbors starving, unpacked all the beans in the warehouse, made a large tofu, and held a charity sharing event.

By the precept that it is God's teaching.

The crowd sward like flies, and they didn't even bother to follow the one bean per person rule.

Cutting in line, lying, stealing, threats, violence... What's more, they later took the tofu away with a club.

When they finally ran out of tofu, a huge crowd of late arrivals stood up and shouted, "Why don't you give it to ?