When I talked about the concept for this video, I emphasized mystery.
Forget rational persuasion!
If I make it look like there’s something there, the other side will misinterpret it on their own!
Especially if it's the fantasy dwellers who are not used to such videos!
The luxurious chapel of the holy ground.
The divinity of the God that both Fabi and I hold.
On top of that, receiving the blessing of the Goddess, I filmed the video and, satisfied with my appearance in the crystal ball, nodded my head.
This should be fine. If I posted it on a modern video site, it would probably cause a stir just based on my looks.
Definitely, as long as I keep my mouth shut, it’s fine. The problem is I can’t keep my mouth shut.
“This isn’t it!”
Staring blankly at the broken crystal orb, I grabbed my head and glared at the perverted apostle, who was muttering like a madman.
Normally, he would have reacted to my gaze, but today, he was too busy grabbing his head and spinning around.
“This isn’t enough. You can’t capture the full beauty of Lady. Damn it. I’m the fool who was boasting about the limits of my recording skills without thinking. I feel like strangling myself.”
Huh. I thought this was good enough?
At least I didn’t think it was something to break a crystal orb over, but is it just me?
“Prete, even so, I think breaking the video of Lady is a bit too much.”
When Fabi, with a serious expression, reproached him, the perverted apostle finally stopped muttering to himself.
However, it wasn’t because he was convinced.
The madness in his eyes was still intense.
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“You’re being complacent. Complacent! Saint! With this mindset, you’ll never create the best work!”
“However—”
“Saint! This video isn’t just for the believers of the God’s Church! It’s a chance to show Lady Alrn’s true value to the continent! Are you trying to disgrace Lady with such a complacent mindset?”
No, I’m fine with this.
I’m satisfied with this level.
Who’s going to say something bad about this video anyway? Other than you, no one is going to complain.
“Complacent... maybe it was.”
Fabi? Why are you being persuaded by this madman?
What’s so convincing about his delirium?
I just don’t get it!
“Well then, what should we do?”
“If it’s possible to modify the recording magic, that would be ideal.”
“Shall we ask Erginus?”
Fairy Queen, why are you even joining this conversation!?
You should be stopping them!
It’s the role of an elder to calm these lunatics and stop them from doing something insane!
“Would it be possible?”
“He enjoys researching things like this. Ah! I’ve come up with an interesting idea.”
“Could you explain it in detail?”
“Hehe. It’s a secret for now. But one thing I can assure you is, the result will be the best.”
These idiots!
What about my opinion!
Where did the opinion of the actual person go!?
It’s really frustrating!?
Should I overturn this!?
Should I make them realize their place!?
<Leave them be. It’s all for your benefit, isn’t it?>
‘The person being ignored right now is me!’
<And by the way, I have an idea about the interesting story the Queen mentioned.>
After hearing the explanation from the grandfather, I decided to let this rudeness slide this time.
It seemed like it would be too interesting to throw a tantrum and overturn the situation.
The next morning, Joy and Nebera arrived at the holy ground.
“Among the magicians I know, the two of you and your masters are the most capable. Could you please cooperate with the modification of the recording magic?”
There must be people who specialize in recording magic, but the fact that they called these two here was all too obvious.
They were intentionally trying to create a conflict to produce excellent results.
Even I could tell this blatantly, so Joy and Nebera showed their discomfort, though they weren’t their masters.
“Just send the Magic God back. He’ll deliver the best results within a day.”
Erginus, rising from Joy’s shadow, grumbled, saying that being treated like that by some old man was annoying.
Then a bird appeared beside Nebera and pointed at Erginus with its wings.
“Shut up! How can a person from the old era, buried underground for centuries, try to catch up with the civilization of recording magic? I’ll take care of it! Oh, Queen of the Fairies, why don’t you go on a date with him? The only thing his stiff brain is good for is that!”
“Oh? My brain is stiff, is it?”
“Of course. And it’s so arrogant. You think you can understand the history of centuries in a few months.”
“Hahaha! That’s not arrogance, it’s the confidence brought on by your incompetence.”
While the two gods were bickering like elementary school kids, Joy and Nebera exchanged apologetic glances for their masters.
It was so pathetic that the roles of master and disciple seemed reversed, I couldn’t help but laugh.
No one even asked for this, but Erginus and the Magic God set a one-day deadline and left with their disciples.
The moment they asked for an extension, they would be laughed at, so they’d probably try to come up with something that seemed plausible.
“Henhouse Queen. Is it okay for you to mess around like this with such a pathetic idiot?”
“Of course. After all, Erginus will win.”
“Lose?”
“Hmm. I don’t think so, but if he does lose, it would be nice to comfort Erginus, who would be sulking.”
Though the Fairy Queen said such a sad thing, there was a sense of expectation on her face.
How did the symbol of purity, the Fairy Queen, end up like this?
While I looked at the Fairy Queen with pity, the perverted apostle returned to his sect.
Shouting that he would put everything on the line to create the best work, he exuded the madness of an artist.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he lost an ear in the process.
Fabi wasn’t much different either.
Realizing how lacking her mindset was, she declared that she would begin a consecration ceremony with various priests to ensure a perfect video tomorrow.
It wasn’t like she was fighting evil or anything, but commanding the subordinates to make a video seemed a bit tyrannical, but since there were so many volunteers, it seemed that it wasn’t so unreasonable.
‘Grandfather. Isn’t it better for the world to just end?’
<...I don’t know what answer to give here.>
Several days later, after the apostles of various religions gathered for a meeting, the Apostle of the Authority, Zarax, crossed his arms and looked at the two crystal orbs on the table.
“So, you told me to convince the believers with this?”
“If you use the crystal orbs, you’ll understand. Anyone who sees them will feel awe.”
Kyle, the Apostle of the Mining Town, chuckled when he saw Zarax tapping his foot with his arms crossed.
“What’s bothering you?”
“It bothers me that we have to resort to such tricks to make people believe in His holiness.”
Lucy doesn’t know it, but Zarax had seen her before.
Hearing that the Apostle of Destruction was coming, Zarax, intrigued, had gone to the arena and witnessed Lucy, bloodied, rising and holding her weapon.
It was impossible to even think of the word “win,” yet she stubbornly got up and raised her weapon.
That’s why, when he heard that Lucy was the Apostle of the God, Zarax didn’t doubt it.
The person who doesn’t know despair can indeed cause miracles.
“Well, didn’t you also do some ridiculous things to make others believe in Him?”
“...I told you to forget about that.”
Back then, the atmosphere between the apostles wasn’t exactly pleasant.
They were all individuals who had clashed at least once and had fought countless times over the long history.
In such circumstances, talking about the world’s crisis wouldn’t bring about harmony among the apostles.
Especially if it was Lucy Alrn, who carried many rumors.
Zarax, thinking that it was hopeless to try persuading her, got up and deliberately provoked a fight at the sound coming from outside.
He hoped that by overpowering her, her authority would be established.
Looking back now, it was foolish. The Apostle of the God didn’t need such help.
“The Saint prevented you from becoming a eunuch, how could you forget that?”
“Want me to pull out a few teeth?”
“Hahaha, sorry. But at least look at it. You’ll be impressed.”
With Kyle’s playful laugh, Zarax reluctantly picked up one of the crystal orbs.
“Oh, and later, they asked me which of the two crystal orbs was better.”
“Is it really necessary?”
“Seeing how earnestly the Queen of the Fairies asked, it must mean something.”
“Hmmm. Alright, I understand.”
Slowly nodding, Zarax infused power into the crystal orb, and the magic inside was activated.
The gloomy scenery of a hut turned into the sacred view of a church.
At the sudden change, Zarax quickly got up, and a young girl appeared in the center of the church.
The girl, kneeling and praying toward the idol, had a small back.
It was hard to believe that the fate of the world rested on such small shoulders.
Oh, God.
The moment a voice emerged from the crystal orb, light fell from the idol.
Sacred light, shaped like flower petals, scattered across the church as the girl rose.
Her red hair, blown by a soft breeze, and her white eyes stood out even more.
Her pale but vibrant skin and tightly closed lips. The girl standing before the idol was so mysterious and beautiful.
Even Zarax, who had been harshly treated by Lucy Alrn before, couldn’t help but be mesmerized.
“This is no joke. Most people would be entranced.”
Overwhelmed by the video, Zarax let out a sneer, but Kyle shook his head.
“Not yet.”
“What?”
“It’s just the beginning.”
“...What?”
After watching the video for a while, Zarax, back in the scene of the hut, chuckled again.
“The Apostle of the God probably wants everyone on the continent to praise her, doesn’t she?”
“Maybe.”
Kyle didn’t deny it.