Genius Gamer, Reincarnated into a Heroic Family Chapter 208
The Saint (6)
The Menela Cathedral, the main church of the Church of St. Benedict, is home to countless priests and believers, but among them there are those who possess particularly special divine powers.
People call these priests who have greater divine powers than others through their pious faith ‘apostles’.
Apostles. Historically known for doing good and fighting against evil to protect the weak.
But that is wrong.
Everyone who knows knows.
Apostles exist not to fight for good and to protect the weak, but to punish evil by any means necessary.
In the process, I just happened to protect the weak.
“For Saint Benedict… … .”
The apostles sent from the Cathedral of Menelaus always live with only one thought in mind.
‘Build divinity, and you will get closer to divinity.’
A being who lives solely to accumulate divine power. What is this divine power? Is it an ability that can be granted only through faith?
The exact cause of the accumulation of divine power has not yet been identified, but one thing is certain.
‘The more you punish evil, and thus increase your reputation, the more abundant divine power you can wield.’
In order to punish evil and to increase their reputation, the apostles of the past often actually risked their lives fighting against demons.
That was hundreds of years ago.
Now that the existence of demons has almost disappeared, and even if they do appear occasionally, they do not pose a great threat to the world, killing them does not bring much fame.
If so, there is only one way.
… … Like other swordsmanship masters, they establish ‘merit’ to raise their standing within the church and gain power through promotion.
If you do that, your reputation will increase.
The same was true of the ‘White Apostles’ who were dispatched by Cardinal Asabal of the Cathedral and visited the city of Cadilte.
They consisted of seven people, and they were priests who were so-called ‘geniuses’ who had great divine powers at a young age.
The original purpose of the Pure White Apostles, whom Cardinal Asabal cherished so much that he assigned an entire unit of the Knights Templar to protect them, was simple.
‘To serve the people and build up popularity on behalf of Saint Panelen, whose image is falling into the abyss.’
It was a simple task. The saintess was so ugly that even a little service would contrast her image and make her look like a great saint.
At first, it seemed like things were going pretty well.
“Hahaha! You came again today! But it’s okay today. Thanks to the saintess’ help all night, all the patients have found stability. Oh, right. Would you like to go around the village and check on the patients today?”
“… … No, it’s okay.”
Apostle, Yurada wiggled his eyebrows awkwardly and tried to smile as best he could. Fortunately, the other person didn’t notice his awkward smile. He never thought that someone who came to volunteer would have an awkward smile.
“Oh my, what can I say to you who are so busy? Anyway, thank you just for your kind words!”
“… … .”
Yura, who no longer needed to go to the hospital, closed her eyes tightly and turned around.
“Go back.”
“……yes.”
The other apostles didn’t look so happy either. It was because things weren’t going according to plan at all. If it weren’t for the opportunity to absorb the image of the saint, they wouldn’t have come to this remote, shabby, rural place.
“Oh my, it’s the apostles. Honey, we have to say hello!”
“Hello priests!”
Every time the apostles including Yurada passed by, the citizens bowed their heads. Yurada, who was 180cm tall and had flowing blond hair, was a handsome man to anyone who saw him, and on top of that, he served without expecting anything in return, so how could he not be respected by the people?
“Oh my, child! You must not block the path of the apostles!”
“Woohoo! Hello!”
At first, Yura was greeting him, but she was already very angry, and she accidentally opened her eyes because she got angry at a kid who kept blocking her way.
“Uh, uh…? Uh, euaaaah!!”
“Oh my goodness.”
When the little boy burst into tears upon meeting her eyes, his mother ran over and caught him.
“Hey, why are you like that?”
“That guy just had a scary look on his face… …!”
“There’s no way an apostle would do that! Stop! That’s rude!”
“… … .”
Watching the mother and daughter’s fuss, Yura tightly closed her eyes and continued on.
When they returned to the church hotel and sat down in the lobby, the six apostles sat down in a row on either side of him. Behind them, the knights waited in a proper posture, and the apostles asked Yurada.
“I don’t think there’s anything more to do here.”
“What do we do now?”
It was a funny story. They could find many people who wanted to serve, but they didn’t want to build up karma through such menial service. They thought such lowly work was something only low-level priests would do.
“… … .”
Yura tapped her chin and pondered. The apostles gulped and focused on his words. He was known to possess the divine power of an archbishop even though he was in his twenties, so much so that it was said that he was virtually certain to become the next cardinal. He was an apostle with more talent than anyone else.
Starting with the anecdote of defeating a witch possessed by a demon when she was 7 years old, when she first awakened to her divine powers, and accumulating countless achievements up until now, Yurada naturally acquired enormous divine powers, but in other words, unless she had a truly great achievement, it became difficult for her to accumulate more divine powers.
“waiting.”
“Hey, are you waiting?”
“The Vatican’s investigation team said that there will soon be a Red Call phenomenon and other bad incidents here. We will be one step ahead of the saint to take care of the patients. The saint, who always stays in the temple, cannot help but move slower than us.”
“Ahh… … If that’s the case… … .”
In fact, even while saying this, I wasn’t sure. If the saint did nothing and did stupid things, then I would be able to absorb her image and grow.
Wasn’t the reason the cardinal sent them in the first place to send the saint to hell?
‘It won’t work this way.’
Yura frowned.
‘We must definitely send the saint. Although she has abundant divine power, we must expose her weakness: she has not properly learned the prayers and blessings. If we can use that in a critical situation… … .’
The apostles and Yurada’s worries deepened, but they could not find a solution.
It was late at night.
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The apostles each returned to their hotel rooms, but Jura went out for a walk to get some fresh air.
I regretted it immediately.
The desert air at dawn was so dry that it felt like my skin was rotting away.
Let’s go back.
Less than five minutes into her walk, Yura, who was about to turn around, turned her head at the sound of someone intentionally making a sound.
“… …Who are you?”
A shadow was briefly visible between the streetlights. The Knights were right nearby, so if I shouted to call them right now, I could call them at any time.
That’s not all. Yura’s own fighting prowess was also outstanding, so she was confident that she could take on anyone who appeared.
“Don’t be nervous, Apostle Jura. I am not your enemy.”
Jeebuk-! The person who appeared between the streetlights was a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance. A very common face that you might have seen dozens of times in your life.
“You’re not the enemy? How can you believe that?”
“There is no way to prove it, but I was sent by ‘Higher Power’ to help you.”
“Your Majesty? Did His Highness Cardinal Asabal send you?”
“Hehe, well… … If I reveal your name so carelessly, what would be the point of secretly sending you out in the middle of the night like this?”
“… … .”
The man did not necessarily agree, but Yura accepted it as positive. This was because there was no one who would come to him and say they would help him.
“I know what you are worried about. Things are not going well. The saint is holding on stronger than you think.”
“… … !”
I was convinced by those words.
His Majesty the Cardinal, concerned that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, sent a messenger from the Vatican!
“The saint did not receive the divine descent. You must have been thinking of taking advantage of that, right?”
“Yes, but there is no sharp number.”
“It’s okay. I have a way. However, this will require your determination. I can’t do it myself.”
“My determination? How on earth did it work?”
“It’s simple. I’m going to intentionally cause a ‘small accident.’ Oh, don’t make that face. It’s really just a small accident. But then you’ll definitely need the blessing of a possessed saint.”
“… … The saint does not have such an ability.”
“That’s right. But if the seven of you come together and sing a hymn, wouldn’t you be able to show the blessings of a saint who has been possessed by a god?”
“… … !”
Is that really what it meant?
A way to instantly destroy that image, regardless of whether the saint is currently doing good or not.
Simple.
All you have to do is prove her incompetence, and conversely, prove the competence of the Apostolic Corps.
If we do that, then no matter how much the saint serves, it will be meaningless.
“How is it? Simple, right?”
“… … Good. When and where do you plan on causing that ‘small accident’?”
“Haha. Just continue serving as usual. When the time comes, I will send you a signal. Then, you can freely demonstrate your abilities. Hahahahaha… … .”
The middle-aged man disappeared, leaving behind only a subtle laugh.
He was a somewhat sinister man, but the church was not always filled with only holy and pure people. There were also those who were raised in the shadows, dirtier than filth, to deal with the dark side of the church… … .
‘With His Majesty the Cardinal’s help, things will be easier to handle.’
As if all of her worries had been resolved, Yura returned with a much lighter expression.
The middle-aged man, who had been watching the scene from afar, took out a spiderweb-patterned mask from his bosom and put it on.
“They are willing to fight among themselves for us. How grateful we are for this.”
Meloi, the strategist of the Del Fael organization.
“We still need a saint. For her avatar… … .”
It’s a shame that the plan to kidnap the saint failed, but it’s a good thing.
Guardian Killivion’s contractors could absorb the talents of others, but there was a major limitation that they had to defeat them themselves.
Absorbing the helplessly kidnapped saint would have had little effect.
Meloi returned to the hideout built deep in the cave and approached a girl sitting blankly on a rock.
I’m only just entering my late teens.
Her skin was so pale that it seemed as if all her veins would show, and she looked so fragile that she might die at any moment, but in reality, at such a young age, she was able to wield monstrous strength of a seven-star level.
‘The talent of teenagers in their late teens, just beginning to blossom, is the sweetest. As long as nothing unexpected happens like the Spire of Radiance, there will be no problem.’
At that time, ‘Avatar’ was so weak that he was defeated by another genius boy in his mid-teens, but that would not happen anymore.
‘There’s no one who can beat that kid at the age of 10.’
Anyway, from the time of the saint, I will only hunt young boys and girls in their teens. There is no being in the world who can have the power of a seven-star at the age of ten.
In other words, it was safe to say that there was absolutely no chance of the girl losing.
If you continue to absorb talent like this, you may be able to surpass 9 stars and even achieve 10 star power within a few years.
Of course, the girl’s lifespan will drastically decrease as she uses Killibion’s power, so she won’t be able to live very long…
Of course, what do you think?
‘Kal-El Fol Kaladan. To strike fear into the world and dominate it with a calamity greater than that of the world’s greatest. With that, our plan can only begin its first steps… … .’
Before any great feat, the death of one avatar girl is all it takes.
It would be a very small sacrifice.
