“Master, where should I take you?”
The quick-witted priest took the bloody handkerchief from Gabriel's hand and asked.
“Has Elliot contacted you yet?”
“There was word that he had departed three days ago.”
“Tsk.”
After clicking his tongue, Gabriel bit the priest and headed underground.
The deepest part of the temple.
Kwaaaaah...
Creak, creak...
The dark basement was filled with screams of agony. Trapped demons cried out in grotesque cries of pain.
Gabriel scanned them with indifferent eyes. Despite their lack of intelligence, the long-trained demons cowered in fear at his appearance.
The Fountain of Purification
Grab the neck of one of the demons and thrust deep into it.
Krrrrrrrr!!
The ignorant creature, though in pain, did not cry out for help or make a fuss. To Gabriel, it was a dull toy.
"Ha..."
None. The elation that only arises when destroying and slaughtering... The beautiful song that flows out when tearing and splitting to inflict pain...
A deeply twisted human being, Gabriel has not felt emotions since he was a child.
The only stimulant that could stimulate him was the groans of pain.
At the crossroads of life and death, the desperate voices of foolish children who comically pray for salvation from the murderer...
'We need humans.'
Gabriel thought.
He had not been able to enjoy play for a long time, and the violence that had built up inside him seemed ready to explode at any moment.
“Ugh. The smell of blood.”
At that moment, a welcome voice was heard.
Gabriel turned around.
"Older brother!"
Elliot, the second son of the family.
The face Gabriel had been waiting for so desperately.
“Oh my, are you that happy to see me?”
Elliot, leaning against the basement door, chuckled and waved.
“Why are you so late!”
“I'm late? I ran as fast as I could because I was afraid you’d start causing trouble again.”
“Did you bring it?”
“It’ll be there soon.”
Gabriel chuckled at those words.
A guy who can't feel emotions, how can he be so happy when he thinks about torturing someone?
Elliot, who didn't particularly like the smell of blood, found it funny, but he respected his brother's taste.
Also, if you don't deliver toys to him periodically, you never know what Gabriel, who can't let go of his violence, might do...
'That's a bit difficult.'
Didn't you have a hard time dealing with the aftermath of something annoying last time?
Gabriel had to remain as he always was... the sacrificial angel, the apostle of God, the benevolent leader, something like that.
Romaier.
The fourth brother's estate, which took two days to reach from Guintz.
It's always been like this here.
'I'm so full of emotions.'
Yes. Romaier is the wealthiest fiefdom on the continent. Thousands of gold coins are poured in daily as donations and offerings.
The large, ornate buildings were all made of whitewashed walls, and the streets were so clean and free of trash that it was hard to believe that this was a place teeming with people.
‘A land with a great temple’, ‘clean’, ‘good’, ‘ruled by the apostle of God’...
There was a lot of effort put into building that image.
"It's amazing how far architectural technology has advanced. This is truly a beautiful place."
“I wonder if it’s a land that became rich by sucking money from sick people, because it’s so shameless.”
Merchen and Revan said.
“Oh, brother!”
I ran over and poked Revan in the side and whispered.
“If you don’t want to get stoned, don’t say things like that here.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what I should do.”
As if he had heard what Revan had said, an old man with a hunched back passed by, glaring at us.
“To the people who live here, the lord is a ‘god.’”
“This is a real idiot.”
This place is very populous, and everyone worships their lord Gabriel as a god.
Many sick people, from the very poor to the very rich, have migrated here in hopes of getting treatment.
And Romaier, for image management...
“Thank you, Father!”
“May the believer be saved.”
...By putting a basket next to each priest and distributing free bread, they kill two birds with one stone: public opinion and religious faith.
“Hello, priest.”
I caught one of the bread priests.
“Hello. Are you a tourist?”
"Yes, I'm a member of the Salvation Church living in Koenig. I came to see a 'miracle' this time. Could you tell me when the leader's Salvation Prayer Service will be held?"
"You've traveled so far, and it's been arduous. The prayer for salvation will be held in the Heavenly Hall of the Great Hall in three days. May salvation be with you, young believer."
"Thank you."
After getting the information I needed, I returned with a loaf of bread.
“Who wants to eat?”
"Me."
Ryan took the bread. I watched him eat it and thought of Gabriel.
Prayer for salvation.
It's a kind of show where they regularly open the main hall to gather people and show them Gabriel saving a dying patient.
Regardless of the intention, saving the sick is a good thing, so is it really necessary to criticize them by calling it a show?
No, it's a show.
Gabriel can use his powers to heal all the sick.
But why are there still so many sick people here?
'Of course, you can't save everyone.'
Only when the sick become believers and believers exist can money be made, and this baseless religion, the 'Salvation Church', be maintained.
So Gabriel prepares a place called the Salvation Prayer, heals a sick person, and spits out blood.
He needs to show them that he is cutting his own flesh to treat them, so that they have a good reason not to cure all the sick.
Why are you spitting up blood? Does using this ability cause harm to your body?
...No. That’s why it’s a show.
I've seen his show a few times before his return.
When he prays with a holy face and a sorrowful expression, he bursts the bag of pig blood he was holding in his mouth and says, “Bam!” and spits out blood!
It was really amazing...
Even though I knew it was a show, I was fooled.
Anyway, the conclusion is that we will only be able to see Gabriel using his powers during the salvation prayer that will take place three days later.
Until then, I had to stay here.
"They say a prayer service will be held in three days. Let's go see it. And I'm going to the temple now to make an offering. Anyone want to go with me?"
“Ah, Vania! Me too...”
Merchen came next to me and was caught by Revan.
“I don’t want to go because I think I’m going to break out in hives. I’ll find a place to stay and go buy some clothes. See you later.”
“Oh, you're rude! Can’t you stop talking nonsense?”
“Good. I’ll go smell the air at the temple with the rabbit, then find a place to stay and meet you back here in two hours.”
“Ugh~”
“Look! I don’t need clothes!”
Revan disappeared with Merchen, and I headed to the temple with Ryan.
On the way, we saw a luxurious carriage passing us...
“Oh my gosh, surprise! Why is that here?”
“Hoo.”
The carriage seal with its gleaming gold decoration was familiar to our eyes.
Lightning struck the eagle emblem.
It is the symbol of the Wassenberg family.
“It’s so scary. Who’s here?”
“Well, he might come. The lord here is the fourth son of that family.”
Ryan and I arrived at the temple, exchanging pleasantries without much thought. The line to make an offering was quite long.
“Do I have to wait like this to pay?”
"If you donate, they'll write your name down. If you leave at least one name in the shrine, you can at least hope that the lord will choose you when he prays for salvation, right?"
“You make money by doing dirty things, really.”
“Dad, shh.”
The line showed no sign of shortening.
"I waited for about ten minutes," said Ryan, who was shaking his leg like a puppy that needed to poop.
“Honey, I’m going to go somewhere for a bit, so wait here when you’re done with the offering.”
“Where are you going?”
“Ssup. No matter how much I think about it, something feels off...”
“What does it feel like?”
“I don’t know. Nothing bad will happen in the middle of the temple, but be careful.”
“I’m more worried about Dad than me. Don’t go out and do things alone.”
Well, even if it happens, I'll figure it out.
“What do you think of Dad? Let’s go.”
Ryan disappeared like the wind.
I was a little worried, but I had work to do, so I kept standing in line.
Finally, it was my turn.
“Thank you. May the believer be saved.”
I put a 10-gold coin into the offering box, which was already filled with silver coins and 1-gold coins.
The priest in charge of the offering saw that and immediately asked,
“Do you need confession?”
"Yes."
Yes, this crazy money-eating temple will allow you to confess without waiting in line if you donate 10 gold.
I asked questions to achieve today's goal.
“By the way, may I name a priest who will hear my confession?”
The quick-witted priest took the bloody handkerchief from Gabriel's hand and asked.
“Has Elliot contacted you yet?”
“There was word that he had departed three days ago.”
“Tsk.”
After clicking his tongue, Gabriel bit the priest and headed underground.
The deepest part of the temple.
Kwaaaaah...
Creak, creak...
The dark basement was filled with screams of agony. Trapped demons cried out in grotesque cries of pain.
Gabriel scanned them with indifferent eyes. Despite their lack of intelligence, the long-trained demons cowered in fear at his appearance.
The Fountain of Purification
Grab the neck of one of the demons and thrust deep into it.
Krrrrrrrr!!
The ignorant creature, though in pain, did not cry out for help or make a fuss. To Gabriel, it was a dull toy.
"Ha..."
None. The elation that only arises when destroying and slaughtering... The beautiful song that flows out when tearing and splitting to inflict pain...
A deeply twisted human being, Gabriel has not felt emotions since he was a child.
The only stimulant that could stimulate him was the groans of pain.
At the crossroads of life and death, the desperate voices of foolish children who comically pray for salvation from the murderer...
'We need humans.'
Gabriel thought.
He had not been able to enjoy play for a long time, and the violence that had built up inside him seemed ready to explode at any moment.
“Ugh. The smell of blood.”
At that moment, a welcome voice was heard.
Gabriel turned around.
"Older brother!"
Elliot, the second son of the family.
The face Gabriel had been waiting for so desperately.
“Oh my, are you that happy to see me?”
Elliot, leaning against the basement door, chuckled and waved.
“Why are you so late!”
“I'm late? I ran as fast as I could because I was afraid you’d start causing trouble again.”
“Did you bring it?”
“It’ll be there soon.”
Gabriel chuckled at those words.
A guy who can't feel emotions, how can he be so happy when he thinks about torturing someone?
Elliot, who didn't particularly like the smell of blood, found it funny, but he respected his brother's taste.
Also, if you don't deliver toys to him periodically, you never know what Gabriel, who can't let go of his violence, might do...
'That's a bit difficult.'
Didn't you have a hard time dealing with the aftermath of something annoying last time?
Gabriel had to remain as he always was... the sacrificial angel, the apostle of God, the benevolent leader, something like that.
***
Romaier.
The fourth brother's estate, which took two days to reach from Guintz.
It's always been like this here.
'I'm so full of emotions.'
Yes. Romaier is the wealthiest fiefdom on the continent. Thousands of gold coins are poured in daily as donations and offerings.
The large, ornate buildings were all made of whitewashed walls, and the streets were so clean and free of trash that it was hard to believe that this was a place teeming with people.
‘A land with a great temple’, ‘clean’, ‘good’, ‘ruled by the apostle of God’...
There was a lot of effort put into building that image.
"It's amazing how far architectural technology has advanced. This is truly a beautiful place."
“I wonder if it’s a land that became rich by sucking money from sick people, because it’s so shameless.”
Merchen and Revan said.
“Oh, brother!”
I ran over and poked Revan in the side and whispered.
“If you don’t want to get stoned, don’t say things like that here.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what I should do.”
As if he had heard what Revan had said, an old man with a hunched back passed by, glaring at us.
“To the people who live here, the lord is a ‘god.’”
“This is a real idiot.”
This place is very populous, and everyone worships their lord Gabriel as a god.
Many sick people, from the very poor to the very rich, have migrated here in hopes of getting treatment.
And Romaier, for image management...
“Thank you, Father!”
“May the believer be saved.”
...By putting a basket next to each priest and distributing free bread, they kill two birds with one stone: public opinion and religious faith.
“Hello, priest.”
I caught one of the bread priests.
“Hello. Are you a tourist?”
"Yes, I'm a member of the Salvation Church living in Koenig. I came to see a 'miracle' this time. Could you tell me when the leader's Salvation Prayer Service will be held?"
"You've traveled so far, and it's been arduous. The prayer for salvation will be held in the Heavenly Hall of the Great Hall in three days. May salvation be with you, young believer."
"Thank you."
After getting the information I needed, I returned with a loaf of bread.
“Who wants to eat?”
"Me."
Ryan took the bread. I watched him eat it and thought of Gabriel.
Prayer for salvation.
It's a kind of show where they regularly open the main hall to gather people and show them Gabriel saving a dying patient.
Regardless of the intention, saving the sick is a good thing, so is it really necessary to criticize them by calling it a show?
No, it's a show.
Gabriel can use his powers to heal all the sick.
But why are there still so many sick people here?
'Of course, you can't save everyone.'
Only when the sick become believers and believers exist can money be made, and this baseless religion, the 'Salvation Church', be maintained.
So Gabriel prepares a place called the Salvation Prayer, heals a sick person, and spits out blood.
He needs to show them that he is cutting his own flesh to treat them, so that they have a good reason not to cure all the sick.
Why are you spitting up blood? Does using this ability cause harm to your body?
...No. That’s why it’s a show.
I've seen his show a few times before his return.
When he prays with a holy face and a sorrowful expression, he bursts the bag of pig blood he was holding in his mouth and says, “Bam!” and spits out blood!
It was really amazing...
Even though I knew it was a show, I was fooled.
Anyway, the conclusion is that we will only be able to see Gabriel using his powers during the salvation prayer that will take place three days later.
Until then, I had to stay here.
"They say a prayer service will be held in three days. Let's go see it. And I'm going to the temple now to make an offering. Anyone want to go with me?"
“Ah, Vania! Me too...”
Merchen came next to me and was caught by Revan.
“I don’t want to go because I think I’m going to break out in hives. I’ll find a place to stay and go buy some clothes. See you later.”
“Oh, you're rude! Can’t you stop talking nonsense?”
“Good. I’ll go smell the air at the temple with the rabbit, then find a place to stay and meet you back here in two hours.”
“Ugh~”
“Look! I don’t need clothes!”
Revan disappeared with Merchen, and I headed to the temple with Ryan.
On the way, we saw a luxurious carriage passing us...
“Oh my gosh, surprise! Why is that here?”
“Hoo.”
The carriage seal with its gleaming gold decoration was familiar to our eyes.
Lightning struck the eagle emblem.
It is the symbol of the Wassenberg family.
“It’s so scary. Who’s here?”
“Well, he might come. The lord here is the fourth son of that family.”
Ryan and I arrived at the temple, exchanging pleasantries without much thought. The line to make an offering was quite long.
“Do I have to wait like this to pay?”
"If you donate, they'll write your name down. If you leave at least one name in the shrine, you can at least hope that the lord will choose you when he prays for salvation, right?"
“You make money by doing dirty things, really.”
“Dad, shh.”
The line showed no sign of shortening.
"I waited for about ten minutes," said Ryan, who was shaking his leg like a puppy that needed to poop.
“Honey, I’m going to go somewhere for a bit, so wait here when you’re done with the offering.”
“Where are you going?”
“Ssup. No matter how much I think about it, something feels off...”
“What does it feel like?”
“I don’t know. Nothing bad will happen in the middle of the temple, but be careful.”
“I’m more worried about Dad than me. Don’t go out and do things alone.”
Well, even if it happens, I'll figure it out.
“What do you think of Dad? Let’s go.”
Ryan disappeared like the wind.
I was a little worried, but I had work to do, so I kept standing in line.
Finally, it was my turn.
“Thank you. May the believer be saved.”
I put a 10-gold coin into the offering box, which was already filled with silver coins and 1-gold coins.
The priest in charge of the offering saw that and immediately asked,
“Do you need confession?”
"Yes."
Yes, this crazy money-eating temple will allow you to confess without waiting in line if you donate 10 gold.
I asked questions to achieve today's goal.
“By the way, may I name a priest who will hear my confession?”
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