The disaster that struck a city resulted in countless sacrifices, but it didn’t just bring about sacrifices.
The disaster that nearly destroyed the city served as a warning to other countries.
Ignoring the words of the Apostle and acting recklessly could lead them to the same fate.
One mistake could lead to the destruction of an entire city.
The reason the Apostle so easily conquers dungeons is not because they are simple, but because of the Apostle’s greatness.
At Johan’s request, Karia worked with the Art Guild to spread this awareness as quickly as possible. Thanks to their efforts, within a few days, people across the continent learned how terrifying the followers of the Evil God were.
Even the leaders of various countries began to feel uneasy when Johan sent them a message.
In the name of the Church of the True God, it was declared that there would not be a second chance for salvation.
If the same disaster were to happen again, the Apostle might not help them.
Mercy does not last forever.
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Even if the Apostle were to save them, it would not be out of kindness.
At first, the nations treated this as a mere warning, but when they saw Johan and the upper echelons of the Church of the True God use all their influence to pressure one country and hold them accountable for their sins, they realized it was not just a warning.
They also realized the overwhelming power the Church of the True God held.
They saw how, even when a religion threatened a nation, no one dared to resist.
The people shouted that the Church of the True God and the Apostle were right.
Many nobles condemned the country that allowed the city’s atrocities to happen.
Other countries silently agreed with the actions of the Church of the True God.
They had no choice but to agree. If they opposed it, the blade of the sword would soon fall upon them.
By the time one country had been held completely accountable, the other nations chose to side with the Church of the True God rather than criticize them.
Even during the ongoing war with the Evil God, the Church of the True God maintained such authority.
By the time everything was over, how big would their name be?
If there had been opposition from other religions, they might have considered it, but as if they had already made prior agreements, many religions sided with the Church of the True God.
Thus, many countries had no choice but to respect the Church’s wishes.
Not only did the nations actively support the Church, but they also declared that they would not oppose the Church’s intentions, which further accelerated Lucy’s dungeon exploration.
The dungeon exploration continued for several more days, eventually reaching its end.
On that day, the Apostle of the True God spoke to those who believed in him.
The time had come to fight.
The day when the Evil God would descend upon the land was near.
They were to prepare for the war of the mythical age.
The media manipulation carried out by Karia and Johan was nothing short of miraculous.
Even though the power of religion was strong, there had always been a belief that countries and religions were separate. But at some point, they became indistinguishable, and after a certain period, it had become impossible to stop the Church of the True God from openly condemning a country.
Watching from afar, I could feel the atmosphere was tense. One wrong move and it seemed like a revolution would break out.
If I hadn’t intervened and lightened the mood, perhaps someone would have raised a flag.
Perhaps because they had seen a proper example, many countries stopped trying to make foolish moves and began to support me with their best efforts.
Recently, wherever I went, the reception was so grand it felt almost overwhelming.
Sometimes, I wondered if the nobility of various countries were trying to get closer to me, and they would occasionally annoy me, but my friends made sure to cut them off appropriately.
“Are you from the Amanu Count family? I suggest you disappear before I start listing all the corruption you’ve committed.”
Joy, with her blonde hair flying, showed her typical villainous side.
“If you keep this up, it will cause serious problems in distribution.”
There was no one Joy couldn’t suppress, especially when Arthur used political matters to politely put pressure on them with a smile.
“I’m sorry, but I must politely decline. The Apostle is very tired.”
If I could deal with someone politely, it was Peby who would send them away with a smile.
“If you get any closer, you’ll die.”
When dealing with someone who couldn’t be reasoned with, Frey threatened them with malice.
Thanks to this, while I traveled from country to country and tackled dungeons, I never faced any trouble caused by people.
Oh, I didn’t stop people from praising me, but as the cheers continued, I got used to it after a while.
It became natural for others to lift me up.
I couldn’t say for sure how long these people would keep this up, but one thing was certain.
I was no longer the shy little girl who would get embarrassed when someone complimented me!
I had overcome it completely!
“Apostle, you’re amazing!”
At the smile of a child, I flinched and froze, then smiled slyly before I felt a sticky gaze inside my mace and cleared my throat.
‘What! If you have complaints, say it!’
<Why are you getting shy? I didn’t say anything!>
‘You didn’t make a sound, but you’ve already said it! Hah! How priest-like, so sly!’
<Why is the word “priest” coming up there!?>
While I bickered with my grandfather, I returned to the holy ground and met Karia, who had been waiting for me.
Recently, she came to see me every day to report on this and that.
Judging by how she would even tell me things that weren’t necessary to mention, it seemed she was genuinely worried about me.
Although her meddlesome nature bothered me, I understood that stopping people who were trying to help me was wrong, so I didn’t stop Karia.
“Auntie. What useless thing are you here to tell me today?”
“It’s not useless, it’s an important report!”
“Sigh. Yeah, I’m sure it is. I’m just so lost in thought that I can’t bear to entertain this lonely auntie who has no one to talk to.”
“Stop talking like that and look at this. This is really important.”
“So, does that mean everything you’ve reported before wasn’t important? Auntie? Heh heh. Were you really that lonely? Crying under the blankets every night?”
“Do you want me to tear this?”
I snatched the paper from Karia’s hands and checked what was written on it.
Recent movements of large dungeons. Information on the followers of the Evil God. Volcanic activity. Incidents near the sea.
And, most importantly, the Pope’s recent actions—personally retrieving the seals of the Evil God Agras.
“It’s all here. Just as you expected, Employer.”
I could have stopped the Pope from collecting the pieces.
Since the locations of the seals were fixed, I could have waited there and interrupted his actions.
But I left him alone so as not to create unnecessary variables.
Just like in the game, the Pope had to resurrect the Evil God Agras.
As the followers of the Evil God awakened one by one, disasters occurred around the land, and after the seals of the Evil Gods in the large dungeons were broken, the Evil Gods would appear in grandiose fashion, coloring the world in black.
So I could play with him.
“I found out while investigating this in detail, but there were several incidents that happened outside your control, Employer. Turns out it was the Pope’s people who caused them.”
“That figures. That disgusting lunatic wouldn’t stay still.”
“You say it so casually. But doesn’t he worship the True God? How can he openly commit acts that violate his faith?”
“Did you seriously think about that? You really have no sense, Auntie. No wonder you live alone.”
“...Can you leave out the criticism and just explain?”
“Think about it. That lunatic never cared about what happens to the people of this world.”
Don’t be mistaken.
The Pope does not worship the True God.
He does not wish to show mercy to this world.
He says he changed his mind, but he’s no different from before.
Having lost his sense of death, he is nothing more than a child who forever lives in the past.
“That bastard doesn’t worship the True God. What is it then?”
“He’s a disgusting, repulsive stalker.”
“A stalker?”
“Don’t you know what a stalker is? Someone who makes wild assumptions, thinks they’re in love with someone, and causes trouble for others.”
The Pope only loves the existence of the True God unilaterally.
Yes. It’s love.
His feelings are not faith, nor belief—they are a sticky, clingy kind of love.
He does whatever he wants, pushing his opinions because he believes that the True God, who saved him, would want to help him.
It doesn’t matter whether the other party wants it or not.
A madman like him doesn’t care about that.
He believes that it’s all right, and that in the end, the other party will accept it.
“The lunatic loves nothing but that damn perverted True God. Do you think he’ll care about anyone else?”
Even if all the people of this world die, it doesn’t matter.
Even if chaos erupts with the disappearance of all concepts and various gods, and disasters happen, that’s fine.
Even if it becomes an irreversible situation, what does it matter?
In the end, if he can offer everything to the True God he loves, the Pope will be satisfied.
Even if that’s not what the True God wants.
“Hey, Employer.”
“What?”
“Maybe the reason you charm so many perverts is because you’re the Apostle of the True God?”
“...Huh?”
“Look. Even the great True God attracts perverts like the Pope. Maybe there’s something in the True God’s holiness that causes it.”
...Huh?
Is that so?
Could it be that the reason all these idiots like creepy apostles like me is because of the True God?
I’ll have to add another line to the Book of Vengeance after all.
After everything is done, I’ll make sure to torment them... endlessly.
“Well. Let’s drop the crazy talk. Let’s talk seriously.”
“Ah, yes. We’re starting now, right?”
“Soon, Agras will be resurrected.”