A Genius Gamer Reincarnated into a Hero’s Family Chapter 216

Genius Gamer, Reincarnated into a Heroic Family Chapter 216

It will be sacred (8)

Chook-!

The tip of the pure white sword shines and splits the ground. A brilliant gold line is drawn in the space that is completely dyed red, and the neck of the giant skeleton splits and falls to the ground.

Kuung-!

“Phew… … .”

Intermediate demon, Derivern.

Sir Royce, who had struck down the bastard, took the sword.

It was not an easy opponent. The inside of Red Call was filled with thick magic, and the knights could not even enter it. They could only play the role of clearing the way for Royce to reach Derryvern.

‘… … I was able to win thanks to that bastard suddenly becoming weak midway.’

Throughout his fight with Derivern, he had a feeling that he would be defeated. He recovered faster than he could inflict damage, and while Sir Royce grew more and more tired, Derivern continued to absorb magic and regain his stamina.

However, in the middle of it, the bastard’s magic supply was suddenly cut off.

The magic inside the Red Call began to fade away!

Thanks to that, we were able to win, but… … .

‘Why?’

With that thought in mind, Sir Royce broke the core of Red Cole and emerged from the dimensional rift.

Stop it, I got down on my knees.

“Unbelievable…….”

I felt something strange from the moment I came out.

For example, all the demons were purified and disappeared, or the magic near the cracks was mostly reduced to a level where you could breathe.

So, I had some inkling that something was going on.

however…….

“What a miracle, coming down… … .”

I never expected that something like this would happen.

The pure white, golden World Tree towering high in the sky. The sacred energy radiating from it purified the entire valley land, which had been polluted for hundreds of years and was said to be uninhabitable.

As buds sprouted, the upper part of the valley was soon filled with fields, and migratory birds that had come from somewhere filled the sky above.

The pure white clouds and warm sunlight painted on the blue sky. Royce’s heart was filled with excitement at the overflowing birth of life.

That’s not all.

What a spectacular sight it is to see everyone kneeling and praying toward heaven.

“Oh, Saintess… … .”

“Holy Virgin… … !”

The fact that the one who spread hope and life across the world with a pair of wings in the middle of the World Tree was none other than Saint Panelen, whom he had served for a long time, made his heart swell even more.

Sir Royce also clasped his hands together and said a prayer.

‘God has not yet abandoned the saint… … .’

Deep in his heart, his faith grew stronger.

* * *

The World Tree, spread out in the middle of the canyon, was seen throughout the southern Dalan Desert, soaring so high that it pierced the clouds.

The aftermath was beyond imagination.

The Belloi Canyon was a forbidden land contaminated with magic, and an area with a radius of several hundred kilometers was uninhabitable. However, when the Canyon was purified, the surrounding land was purified as well.

As proof, a sprout emerged in just one day on a land where life could never exist.

Countless races began to migrate in search of their lost homeland, and the Desert Elves quickly headed to Belloi Canyon to reclaim their lost civilization.

Now you can no longer find demons in the desert.

After the World Tree incident, experts from magic towers around the world gathered to analyze the situation and discovered that the reason why red calls were occurring so frequently here was because of the ‘Great Red Call’.

By completely removing this and purifying the land, the frequent Red Calls no longer occurred, effectively bringing peace to the southern lands.

Now everyone knows the great ecstasy of ‘Saint Panellen’.

When it became known that she had been possessed by a spirit while trying to sacrifice herself to save everyone, just like the first saints, the Benedice Church could no longer touch Panelen.

“… … That woman was possessed by a spirit? What nonsense!”

BANG!!

Holy Empire, Cathedral of Saint Menelaus.

Cardinal Asabal slammed his fist into the table. Although the table was made of sturdy metal, it easily split in half and collapsed.

“That half-penny, what? A divine possession? That’s something that only the chosen saints can receive! A shallow bitch who grew up in an orphanage with no foundation, possessed by a divine being? How dare you… … .”

A true saint appeared in the church.

That should certainly be good news to all believers.

But the cardinals of the Cathedral of Menelaus did not think so.

This is because every time a saint appears, an excessive concentration of power occurs!

They didn’t want to lose even a speck of what they had.

Even petty power, influence, honor, fame and divinity.

The moment a true saint appears, their existence will be pushed to the back burner, and they may no longer be able to enjoy the honor they have enjoyed so far!

That is why they drove out the ‘real saint’ of the previous generation and installed a fake one as a scarecrow…

‘Is Heaven somehow trying to establish a saint in this era… … .’

or.

‘Have you decided that the previous saint was unworthy and intended to move us to drive her out…?

If this situation is all intended by God, does that mean that humans have no free will at all?

“Ugh… … .”

My head is complicated.

We know that the divine bestows hope, life, blessings, and heaven to those who believe in Him, but He also guarantees free will in living.

“Calm down, sir. Too many have witnessed the descent of the divine being. She has spread her wings and performed miracles so powerful that she has purified a vast area. It would be unwise to touch her any further.”

“… … I know. That’s okay, but what happened to Apostle Yurada? I sent a dispatch to prevent that woman from becoming like that, but I haven’t heard anything at all!”

“Apostle Yurada… … That is… … .”

When the story of Yura came up, the priest looked around with a puzzled look, then cautiously began to tell the story.

“It is said that the Apostle Yurad is currently hanging in the square of the city of Kadirt… … .”

* * *

“You scumbags who are in league with the devil!!”

“You tried to abandon us!”

“I heard everything! You said it yourself! You made a contract with the devils to bring down the saint!”

The square of the city of Cadilte.

The apostle Judas was hanging on a high cross while people were throwing stones at him.

Some people threw eggs, others threw dangerous extension cords.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

If it were normal, I would have quickly recovered with divine power.

If only a little bit of divine power had been shown here, it might have appeased the people’s anger a little.

however.

After all the events were concluded by Saint Panellen.

‘Yurada Apostle! Yurada Apostle is the culprit!’

‘Apostle Yurada has colluded with suspicious individuals to cause a rift in Red Call!’

‘The magic circle I saw earlier is the proof!’

‘That’s right. He spoke to us himself!’

‘I even saw him having a secret conversation!’

As the priests, paladins, and other races looked at the Pure White Apostles with sharp eyes, the six Apostles, excluding Yurada, began to speak frankly about what he had done.

The reason is simple.

It’s so that they can survive.

Yura cried out that it was a misunderstanding.

That is never true.

It’s all lies.

As evidence, he tried to display his divine power, which had become even more abundant after this incident.

however…….

‘The divine power isn’t coming out… …?!’

Yuradah could not feel the divinity at all. She could not exert the abundant and warm miraculous power that she had received from heaven.

Those who saw this sight became even more enraged.

Indeed, it is certain that he made a contract with the devil. As a result, he was abandoned by God and lost all of his divine powers!

“That, that’s it… … That’s it… … .”

Yurada was beaten so much that her skin was all bruised and she looked horrible, but she did not die.

This was because, as a body that once served God, people would only throw stones at people so that they would not die.

“this…….”

Saint Panelen watched from a distance and covered her mouth.

“It’s so… … horrible.”

There was one reason why she could not help but find the sight horrifying: she could have ended up like that herself.

‘I never thought that the things I did all this time would make so many people angry… … .’

I never knew until I truly believed in divinity.

For those who have dedicated their lives and their entire existence to God, how terrible it is to hear lies that claim to be divine.

How would people react if they found out that the person they had trusted and relied on their entire lives was actually a lie?

Are you just going to brush it off and say, “Oh, I got fooled,” and brush it off lightly?

Or will you collapse in despair?

That wasn’t the case.

People… …were angry.

As a messenger of God, he expressed endless hatred towards those who deceived him.

“Your Majesty, please go back now.”

Sir Royce frowned as he spoke, but Parnell shook his head.

“Perhaps, I would have been in that place if I had not been chosen by Saint Benedict this time.”

“… … .”

Royce didn’t answer.

Panelen slowly turned his head and looked at the boy who was watching him from a few steps away.

Even when he was standing still, his posture was straight and not crooked. He was truly the epitome of a straight-laced hero.

Panelen approached him slowly and bowed his head.

“This time… … I really appreciate it. If it weren’t for the special relic you brought, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.”

“On the contrary. Even though I had such a relic, I could not do anything on my own. It was because you decided to sacrifice yourself that you saved everyone, and thus you were able to awaken as a true saint.”

Harang smiled faintly and offered to shake hands.

“I respect you, Saint. The determination to sacrifice yourself is a decision that I still find difficult to imagine.”

“ah…….”

The saintess, looking at Harang’s hand, hesitated and spoke carefully.

“Actually… … it wasn’t such a lofty decision.”

She let out a small sigh.

“As you know, Lord Harang, I had no future. After my identity was revealed, I served people and worked hard, but I also know that this is not enough in return for deceiving everyone. That’s why I applied to the expedition… … But I wasn’t of much help here either.”

At that moment, I could feel it.

The moment you return to your home church like this, you will immediately be judged as a heretic for the crime of ‘impersonating a saint.’

The heretic trial was never easy, so even Panelen was in a desperate situation in the end.

Since we are destined to die anyway, let’s sacrifice ourselves for everyone.

If I sacrifice my life to save many people, I think that even if I am a fake saint, I will be remembered fondly by people.

“But still, I am grateful that you acknowledged me.”

“That is already… … a great attitude. No matter what kind of sins you have committed, it is not easy to make the decision to sacrifice your own life. I would rather choose the path of a fugitive.”

Harang, who knew well how ugly and tenaciously those who cling to life survive, said that, and Panelen smiled and shook his hand.

however.

Harang felt slightly suspicious.

It wasn’t a question of Panelen’s character, since most of the misunderstandings about her had already been resolved.

The question that arose in him was about divinity.

‘… … I don’t know what kind of people the divine is, but one thing has become certain through this incident.’

They are not unconditionally good, nor are they infinitely merciful to humans and believers.

People seem to think of the divine as reverent and great gods, but to Harang, they were no different from the devil.

However, since its power is focused on the power of blessing and recovery, it appears to be much better than the devil.

I bestow divine powers upon creatures on earth for my own benefit, and if I do not like them, I discard them without mercy.

The previous saints, and Panelen.

In addition, there is also Apostle Yurad.

‘However, the divine cannot read or control the minds of humans. This is just a guess, but… … it does not have the ability to directly intervene in this world.’

But does that mean we need to be wary of the divine?

I don’t know about that.

If we look at this incident alone, it seems that Saint Benedict wanted to purify this southern desert.

widely!

“… … !”

While Harang was absentmindedly lost in thought, Panelen grabbed the hand he was holding with his other hand, grabbed it with both hands, and came closer.

As I looked at her with those sparkling eyes, I felt a little burdened, even though she was Harang.

“Are you going to continue doing things like this in the future?”

“Uh… … Maybe, I guess so.”

This time, it was not because I received a quest, but because I received a revelation from the Celestial Palace. Now that I had realized that revelation, it was time to set off on my journey to my next destination.

“Then, if you ever need a priest on your next adventure, please call me. Even though I don’t know how to do anything and my knowledge is limited… … I have been given the gift of a god, so this one thing will help me!”

Yes, the reason she came down to this desert city in the first place was simple.

Becoming a comrade of the warrior!

Although previously the goal was to prolong her saintly pretense as a companion to the warrior, now it is different.

She was confident that she would do anything she could as a saint if it could be of even a little help to Harang, who had bestowed her great grace and could even be called a great person in life.

“If I can get the saint’s help, I’m always welcome to do so.”

“Really?”

The saint was once a bright and happy person, but soon became gloomy.

“Ah, but… … I can’t give you any political help. I have almost no influence within the church. In fact, not almost, but none at all… … .”

“That doesn’t really matter, but….”

It doesn’t matter.

But I was a little curious as to why.

If she were a saint, she would definitely have some power.

Moreover, according to my research on her, didn’t she gain recognition through politics and obtain the title of saint?

‘No. If the church already knew that she was a fake saint, they might have tried to treat her like a puppet and then kick her out. In that case, it’s not like she has no power and it’s not unreasonable.’

If there was a person who made her a saint, that person would have been at the center of power.

The church was no longer what it used to be. If there had been priests who worshipped God with piety, the saint would not have said such things.

That is, there is not a single true saint within the church… … .

‘Come to think of it, there was a priest who was very greedy for success.’

The acting Archbishop of Harana Canal, Ejac. He is currently working with the tower of Valenca Mul introduced by Harang, and is known to be carrying out enormous business using the excellent trade route of the canal.

What he needs is money, but more importantly, it must be a connection with the Benedice main school.

‘The saint can create her own power outside, and the agent can also form a connection with a big shot in the church… … I hope it will be a good story for both of us.’

Archbishop of Axact, Saint Panellen.

Since both of them became Harang’s allies, there was a need to further expand their power by intertwining them with each other.

This is because a force was absolutely necessary to support and encourage Harang himself, rather than the youngest grandson of Caladan.

The brothers already have a lot of that power. Not even that half-assed Kyle.

They were all powers inherited from their father and older brothers.

But Harang didn’t have any of those things, so she had no choice but to make them herself, piece by piece.

“Your Majesty, I have a good idea… Would you like to hear it?”

* * *

“Your Majesty. I have news for you, my youngest lord. He has caused trouble in the Southern Dalan Desert.”

The Palace of Calambrinhos.

The King’s office.

As soon as Duke Kal-El received the envelope handed to him by the butler, he immediately put down what he was doing and opened the contents.

Butler Taran almost burst into laughter at the sight, but held it back. It would have been extremely rude to the king.

Duke Kal-El read the contents for a moment.

After maintaining a serious expression for a while, he finally raised the corners of his mouth.

“The youngest one, I sent him to the Celestial Palace to train, but he ended up in the Southern Desert and did something great.”

“Yes. It is said that he played a crucial role in stopping the Great Red Call. He purified the land by putting the energy of life into the golden branches of the World Tree that he had obtained from unknown sources. In addition, it is said that he was of great help in the awakening of the Saintess.”

“Hmm, is there no contact from the church?”

“I just got a call from you. They said they would send a delegation soon to express their gratitude. They kept expressing their gratitude for your great devotion to the priests of St. Benedictus.”

“That’s strange. What about the story about the saint?”

“There was nothing else….”

“Tch, you losers. Those guys are also priests. What do you think?”

“It seems like the Saint is isolated within the Order. Perhaps they are not happy that she has truly awakened.”

“Hmm… … .”

Kal-El stroked his chin.

“No matter how divinely inspired a priest may be, he is of little use if he is abandoned by his religious order. He has no power, only responsibility.”

“Yes. We can say that the saint is in the worst situation.”

“But… … the youngest grandson chose the saint.”

Burning all the contents containing the news about Harang, Kal-El muttered while stroking his beard.

“Was it because she was captivated by the alluring beauty that was widely rumored, or… …was she trying to raise a saint who had nothing in order to build up her own power? We’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yes. The youngest master’s life story is always worth watching.”

Duke Kal-El nodded and tried to get up, but Taran continued speaking belatedly.

“Oh, and. I have something to tell you about the dimensional rift. It seems like Del Pael, those guys, have intervened again… … .”

As Taran began to tell his story, Kal-El’s expression hardened slightly.

“Those guys… … have the technology to intervene in the demonic dimension?”

“It seems so. It is certain, not only because of Sir Royce’s eyewitness account, but also because of the report by the youngest lord.”

“… … .”

Duke Kal-El’s expression hardened slightly at that.

“Those bugs are so dirty.”

Where on earth did they get such skills, and how did they manage to hide and evade even Kaladan’s pursuit?

The doubts only deepened.