Chapter 75 – 75. God’s Will
The bishops who participated in the discussion were all famous faces.
Starting with Saint Lucia, a saint who serves the goddess Justia, who is in charge of justice.
Hertia, the goddess of hearth and fire, Velas, the god of festivals and joy, Demeter, the goddess of abundance and the earth, Raizer, the god of lightning and clouds, etc.
Bishops who worship many famous gods were all sitting in their seats glaring at me, saying they didn’t like me.
To them, I am no different from a criminal who should be hanged at any moment.
The sharp gaze did not only come from the bishops.
The citizens went berserk to the extent that even if I let them go just a little bit, they would come with torches and scream that they had to burn me.
In the meantime, the saint calmly approached me and asked to shake my hand.
Suddenly, my last greeting at a restaurant a few days ago came to mind.
“Long time no see.”
When I whispered in the same tone as before, Lucia asked me with an expressionless expression.
“Did you know?”
“… … .”
I let go of my hand without saying a word, as cries of outrage rang out from all directions among the citizens about the saint’s hands becoming dirty.
One of the disciples of the master wizard who served as host cleared his throat and took the microphone.
It was a tool that used the user’s mana to make the voice sound louder.
“Okay then. Before starting the discussion. “Let me explain the topic.”
The topic of discussion was whether they could accept me as a memorial service member.
Of course, there were already thunderous boos and calls for the execution to be carried out.
“To ensure a smooth discussion from now on, the Archmage will cast a silence spell on the discussion hall.”
The brilliant magic of the Grand Wizard, who suddenly stands up from the VIP table, unfolds.
The crowd opened their mouths and screamed something, but they were forced into silence, and in the end, they had no choice but to close their mouths because they were tired of the struggle.
The debate hall has finally become quiet.
The first to speak was the wrinkled bishop who worshiped the goddess Hertia.
He taps the microphone with his finger and opens his mouth.
“I am Megdoren Pirentze who serves Goddess Hertia. “Everyone, I am someone who doesn’t think this discussion is necessary in the first place.”
His strong yet decisive remarks are met with applause from some quarters. Of course, you only see action and no sound.
“How do you think the Griffin Kingdom, which boasts a long history and tradition, has continued until now?”
McDoren’s eyes, thought to be old, were still burning with passion.
He was not a bishop who served Hertia, the goddess of the hearth, for nothing.
“We were able to come this far because there was no warlock. Because he blocked at the source the monsters who raised corpses, drank human blood, and exploited souls that should have turned to God.”
“… … .”
“To warlocks, the Griffin Kingdom is called the Barrens. “They are afraid to even set foot on our land.”
bang.
McDoren slams his fist on the desk, saying he will definitely kill his spirit from the very beginning.
“That is why Griffin was safe and was able to continue until now without any problems. “If we accept that man called the Monumental Master, other warlocks will definitely start snooping around the sacred land of the griffins!”
It won’t end with just me being accepted, and other warlocks will gradually begin to join Griffin.
It was definitely not wrong.
‘Tsk, it’s become a hearing instead of a debate hall.’
Since I was very emotional from the beginning, it naturally created an opportunity to criticize me.
It seemed like it was a trick prepared from the other side, and the audience continued to cheer and agree with McDoren’s words.
After my turn was over and I had the opportunity to speak, I picked up the microphone.
“I partially agree with the statement that we were able to get this far because there were no warlocks.”
In fact, most warlocks were so strange that they could be called monsters.
However, there are times when even poisonous plants can be used as medicine.
Griffin, who had grown in size, was now ready to use the poisonous plant called Warlock as an herb.
“But there is no guarantee that will be the case in the future. Are you aware of the strange phenomenon currently occurring within the kingdom?”
Some bishops turn their heads as if they are being stabbed. However, Saint Lucia paid attention to what I said.
Because she was literally fighting at the forefront of strange phenomena.
“An incident occurred in East Solar, where 10 villagers died at the same time on the same day.”
A huge screen made of mana appears. It was a photo of a brutal incident.
It would have been nice to have a PPT like in my previous life, but in this world, the only thing I could do was upload pictures.
“This is a corpse found in West Fernan, with only the torso remaining. Each limb was found in the north, south, east, and west of the kingdom.”
A murder case that seems close to impossible from a distance. What was impressive was that even though it was one person’s body, the time of death was different according to the investigation.
“Right now, there was a woman in Griffin who was distressed that the dead boy she had begged for was following her around. “The bishops know, right?”
The bishops clear their throats and pretend not to hear what I say.
“I solved a case that bishops without divine power closed their eyes and ears and ignored.”
This is a woman who originally visited the church for a case I solved a few days ago, but because they could not solve it, she risked her life to visit the royal family.
“As such, there are currently many unsolved cases of unknown origin in the Griffin Kingdom. “What I told you is just the tip of the iceberg.”
As the cruel pictures continue to roll, citizens’ mouths gradually become silent, and people with children cover their eyes.
“Just because we have done well so far does not guarantee that we will continue to do so. “Right now, the neighboring countries, the Clark Republic and the German Kingdom, are already seeing a trend of using warlocks for military purposes.”
One thing that needs to be clearly stated is that only the Griffin Kingdom oppresses warlocks excessively.
“If we continue to remain ignorant, we will eventually be eliminated.”
As soon as I finished speaking, this time the bishop who serves God Velas took the microphone.
“That’s funny!”
Discussions similar to the hearings that have now begun.
We continued to hold the microphone and exchange words, as if we were exchanging attacks.
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“Do you see here? This is a devastation created by a warlock who used corpses and extracted blood. Not only this! “The warlock’s barbaric practices are so numerous that we can’t show them all today!”
What if the bishops bite me for what the warlock has shown them so far?
“Please don’t generalize hastily. Not all warlocks are like that. For example, a warlock named Coltman in the Kingdom of German is a man who serves as an example to everyone with his good deeds.”
I counter that not all warlocks are like that.
“Are you saying we have already forgotten the devastation caused by Herald Hazard 200 years ago? We must not forget the history of that day! “The moment we forget the past of this land we walk on, our identity is damaged!”
200 years ago.
If we were to cite an incident that served as a decisive opportunity for the kingdom to suppress warlocks even more violently.
“At that time, there was a lot of discrimination against warlocks in the Griffin Kingdom. “If there had been more knowledge about warlocks at the time, the kingdom’s military would not have provided corpses due to a botched operation.”
I, too, refute this based on the times.
“We must not forget history. This is indeed correct. However, if you simply remember it, you will end up regretting it. We must learn, realize, and move forward so as not to repeat the bloodshed of our ancestors. “Because we are afraid of black magic, we need to learn more about it.”
My throat tingled.
My eyes fell on the water bottle, but it wasn’t my turn to drink yet.
“The goddess of justice, Justia, has the largest number of believers in the Griffin Kingdom. All the dead are placed in the arms of the goddess. In the end, you warlocks are just outright denying such a goddess.”
If you bring up religious doctrines.
“Just do it in moderation. Now we are talking about whether the Griffin Kingdom needs a warlock. The goddess’s will is truly grave. “You must not forget that the supreme commander of this country is Her Highness Orpheus Luden Griffin, not the Goddess Justia.”
I rebut with royal authority.
A situation in which they continue to exchange punches at each other. The tide seemed to be in my favor right now, but what mattered was the public’s opinion.
No matter how much we continued the conversation and argued back logically, the citizens’ disapproving gaze did not disappear.
Knowing this, the bishops were criticizing me even more intensely, even if it was unreasonable.
If we were to think of the debate as a small-scale battle, this side was winning one battle after another.
In the end, it seemed obvious that the winner of this event, which had turned into a debate and a hearing, would be the church.
Not everyone believes in God.
Of course, there are some people in the audience who do not believe in God.
No one liked warlocks.
That had become such a big difference that no matter how hard we tried to narrow it, it was becoming a difference of opinion that could not be narrowed.
The more I talk about it, the more I feel the resentment towards the warlock in the Griffin Kingdom.
Here, Saint Lucia, who had been silent until now, slowly stood up and took the microphone.
The bishops look at her curiously, crossing their arms as they prepare to strike one last blow.
Lucia made eye contact with me.
She, who had never expected to meet in a place like this, now calmed down and calmly opened her mouth.
“I understand what you mean. Excessive prejudice was placed on the being called a warlock, and the entire kingdom did not even listen to the story and loathed it.”
“… … .”
“We also need change. I actually agree. “I believe that I alone am not enough to solve strange phenomena occurring in various parts of the kingdom.”
But, Lucia added later.
“Even so, can the citizens really trust you? Even if His Majesty approves it, in the end, the prejudices deep within us cannot be broken.”
It was a remark that could be considered blasphemous in some ways, but it was possible because she was a saint who was said to have been chosen by God.
“Memorial temple. I heard that he is the one who soothes dead souls. Even though it may be necessary, there will be more people who will not welcome your touch. “It’s because of the anxiety of not knowing what they might do with their dead family members, lovers, or friends.”
“… … .”
“No matter what you say, you cannot be trusted in the Griffin Kingdom.”
Some of the bishops were guests of honor. So, I glance towards King Orpheus.
Does he criticize and judge rashly? Even if I shout out, I will have nothing to say.
The King was still calm and looking down at the Chairman.
“You can’t trust me.”
I nodded and agreed. Actually, I didn’t expect you to trust me through this discussion.
We simply needed a stage.
I quench my thirst from the water bottle I left on the table. I felt the wine slowly seeping into me, strangely twisting my insides.
Grab the microphone and step forward.
I cautiously asked the saintess who was staring straight at me.
“How did you become a saint?”
“… … The Goddess Justia appointed me, and she is now able to use her divine power, which is proof of that.”
The saint looked at me with a strange look, saying it was out of the blue.
I nodded in satisfaction with the answer.
“you’re right. Lucia, who was working at a convent at most, was suddenly chosen by God and granted her divine powers, and she suddenly became a saint.”
The audience swayed like waves.
If the sound hadn’t been blocked, there would have been quite a commotion before the next words were spoken.
“It’s not like he showed any ability. It wasn’t a great achievement. “It’s not like the citizens of Griffin knew about the saint.”
“… … .”
“Simply because you were chosen by God, for that alone, people reverence you as a saint, praise you, and give you generous praise and faith.”
“How dare you insult God’s choice!”
“Why are you using your mouth so carelessly, you devil!”
“You’re finally showing your true nature!”
The bishops behind the saint, probably thinking it was an opportunity, blushed, spitted, and shouted.
I could see that he never lost sight of the fact that I had insulted God and was determined to catch the culprit.
“What do you mean?”
Saint Lucia was clearly making eye contact with me.
Any more than this was the limit.
Because my insides were boiling and my body was rejecting me.
I slowly raised my hand.
Brilliant white light emanates from my hand.
Truly pure whiteness.
Comfort and love for people are also considered evidence of God.
God’s mercy that only one person on the continent can use.
“God, sacred power… … ?”
The trembling voice of Lucia, who can be called the owner, comes through the microphone so vividly that it spreads throughout the venue.
Bishops in confusion with dumb expressions, a saint looking at me with disbelief, and citizens frozen in shock and unable to react.
And the corners of my mouth turn up.
Religion is an unwavering faith.
In modern times, science and religion are often in conflict, but in fact, the two are in different directions.
Does science explore and change?
Religion is firm and unshakable.
When science comes face to face with a new reality, it discards the old.
When a new situation arises, religion tries to somehow fit it into the existing framework of faith.
The gospel is the truth.
They cannot deny the divine power given by God.
That’s why I never felt burdened even for a single moment when I came here.
Citizens can’t accept me?
Of course.
But what are you saying?
It was not my job to interpret, give belief, or explain my existence.
That’s what those idiots who sit around with full stomachs saying they’re following God’s word will do.
“I am Deius Verdi. “He is the younger brother of the Margrave of Northwedden, and among the warlocks, he is a necromancer who walks with spirits.”
Introduce yourself in a non-verbal way. It’s an introduction that will shock anyone in the Griffin Kingdom the moment they hear it.
“and.”
After that, I add one word that you can never look away from.
“I am the one chosen by God.”
It was really fun, so I burst out laughing.
I gave you a problem.
I don’t know the answer, but it was up to you to piece it together.
What is God’s will?
fantasy, game, possession,
