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Chapter 31 - God’s Eyes Are Vigilant

"Ah! I lost again!"

"Me next, milord! It's my turn!" The sounds of children playing filled the

street.

I picked up the small iron top the kid had sent flying. I'd thought to make

some toys for the kids.

I'd been teaching them how to spin it properly. They'd picked up on it pretty

fast. There was a makeshift arena made out of a bucket with a cloth to protect

the sides where the kids were having heated top battles.

Needless to say, my top was the best, and before long the kids had made it

their goal to beat me. As of now, they had yet to succeed. Bwahaha, they were

fools to underestimate the top spinning skills my grandfather passed down to

me.

"Alright, that's all for today. Here, I'll give you all your own tops so, be good

kids and go home, okay?"

"Really?!"

"Yaaay!"

"I'm gonna be your servant when I grow up, milord!"

If I could buy retainers for the price of a single top, I could probably hire an

army of servants.

I watched the kids run happily home, and spotted a familiar figure standing

nearby out of the corner of my eye.

A smiling old gentleman with a sturdy build and a thick white beard. There

was a pair of fox ears growing out of his head, and a bushy tail sprouting from

his back.

"If it isn't Olba. How long have you been standing there?"

"It has been far too long, master Touya. Or should I now address you as His

Highness, the Grand Duke of Brunhild?" It was the Mismede merchant, Olba.

The father of Olga and Arma, and uncle to Nikola, one of my own knights.

"I did not expect to find someone of your stature here, playing with children

in the street. It was so unusual that I couldn't help but stop to watch.

However..." Grinning, Olba plucked one of the tops left behind in the makeshift

arena.

"This is a truly unusual toy. I have not seen its like before. And its structure is

so simple. Would you be willing to let my company sell this creation of yours?"

"Yeah, that's fine. It isn't exactly something I came up with anyway, and it's

not like the manufacturing methods are a secret. Though, if you could, I'd like

you price it low enough that children can afford it."

"Hmm. If I kept the price that low, there would be no reason for people to

buy more than one. In which case..." He really was a merchant to the core.

Already, he was calculating how to maximize earnings. If he kept the price low,

he'd have to sell large quantities to make a profit. So unless he had an incentive

to produce in bulk, there was no point in selling it.

For other toys, you could expect people to come back for more after they

broke their first one. However, tops didn't really break easily. He did have a

point. In that case...

"What if I made different varieties... Wouldn't that solve our problem, making

them fun to collect? For example, I could make them in different colors, put the

various family crests on some, maybe images of Dragons and knights on others.

Wouldn't that make kids want to gather all the different kinds?"

"That's perfect! Even if they don't break, kids will want to buy a bunch that

way. If we take advantage of that... brilliant!" Maybe I shouldn't have said take

advantage of. That made it sound sinister. But it was true that making them a

collector's item he could produce as many as he wanted. Well kids would

probably be happy with just one, and the adults that had an interest in

collecting would have the money for more.

"This country truly is a wonderful place. There are so many opportunities for a

merchant here. Better yet, it seems most merchants haven't discovered that

fact yet!" His eyes were glimmering at all the possibilities for profit. It seemed

that he wanted to open a Strand Company branch store here. And in fact, the

initial purpose of his visit had been to obtain approval for that.

As they operated internationally, allowing them to establish an office here

would certainly make it easier to import and export goods. There was no reason

not to give him permission.

I decided to call over old man Naito and Nikola, to have them help figure out a

suitable location for their store. Nikola was more of a bodyguard than a

merchant, but I was sure he'd enjoy the opportunity to talk to his uncle so I

decided to bring him as well.

I let Olba decide how he was going to sell the tops. For formality's sake, the

country was entitled to ten percent of his profits on it.

I never expected that years down the line my top would be a highly coveted

item that nobles from all over were willing to pay ludicrous sums to obtain.

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"All right, I can use magic to preserve its hardness. Then, just in case it breaks,

let's give it a restoration function. Now, if I [Program] it to absorb the

surrounding magic..." Recently, I've been busy creating weaponry using the

Phrase crystals we'd gathered.

After all, it was an item that changed magic into hardness. The greater

amount of magic it received, the tougher it became. It also increased its cutting

ability, as well. That was the secret behind the sharpness of the Phrase's

attacks.

I filled the crystal with a significant amount of magic. That allowed me to

replicate Phrase's hardness, sharpness and even its regenerative abilities.

"And that's how I made this sword. The first one of its kind. I call it 'Touka.'"

"Touka..." Yae took the colorless, translucent sword from its sheath. The

crystalline blade was reminiscent of ice. The light coming from outside the

workshop gave it a brilliant shine.

"Just so you know, I made it automatically absorb magic from the

surroundings — primarily the air itself — so I don't think it will ever run out of

that. If that ever happens, though, you should know it by how well it cuts. Just

fill it up with magic and it should be back to normal." She tested its sharpness

on a piece of iron I'd prepared, and the blade cut through it like paper even

though she just lightly touched it. This sharpness is borderline scary.

"This should be able to cut through the Phrase. You have my thanks, Touyadono." After putting Touka into its sheath — which was made of a Phrase

crystal, too, but painted to not be translucent — Yae looked at me and gave me

a blissful smile. That made the creation more than worth it.

However, behind her, I saw four highly familiar faces — all pouting at me.

"...I've made things for you too, so stop looking at me like that." First, with Lu

being a dual-wielder, I gave her two short swords. They were pretty much just

like Touka.

I didn't have any weaponry for Yumina and Linze, but I gave them both a set

of Phrase crystal bullets. I set them to, upon landing, create an [Explosion]

behind them, causing them to get wedged into the target.

Though the [Explosion] itself wouldn't have much effect, it worked pretty well

as a propellant. I also made the bullets sharp and used magic to increase that

sharpness even further. The idea behind it was based on a fictional weapon that

used explosives to launch a high-speed metal stake — the pile bunker.

Then there were Elze's gauntlets, which made good use of the crystals'

toughness.

I'd spent some time thinking on how I could make their power more focused,

and I'd ended up adding some brutal-looking, cone-shaped attachments on the

fists. Two sharp horns — left and right — focused on a single point. It was easy

to imagine just how destructive a hit from those would be...

Normally, they would be hidden inside the back of the gauntlets, and I made

it pop out when she made her fists face forward — a sort of "pulverize mode,"

so to speak.

"Just so you know, it's dangerous to use it outside of battles, so don't keep it

in that state when—" Suddenly, a crash. Right as I was saying that, the stone

spread out on the workshop grounds was pulverized. Damn it! I know you want

to try them out, but that's gonna make Rosetta cry!

"Not bad. Breaking things is much easier than normal."

"That's because I've made it that way... Ahh man..." As I was thinking of what

excuse I'd make when Rosetta saw what happened here, I heard the sound of

trees falling down.

"Impressive sharpness."

"Amazing! The trees are so large, yet they get cut like radishes!" As Yae and

Lu turned gleeful due to the effectiveness of their blades, I looked at the fallen

trees and concluded that no excuse would work now.

Guess I'll bite the bullet and get scolded... I'm sorry, Rosetta. It's odd, though.

How did it come to this? Yumina and Linze, too, were putting the bullets into

their gun chambers, so I somehow got them to stop. I couldn't allow the

casualties to increase. Why are my wives so keen on fighting? Good grief.

After testing the weaponry, we made our way back to the castle, where we

were met with a panicked Lapis. Did something happen?

"Sir... No... Your Majesty. You have messengers from another country. Please

get appropriately dressed and go to Kousaka." Eh? Messengers? That's a first. I

wonder what country they're from... My Duchy of Brunhild was gradually

becoming a proper country. Naturally, international relations were next, but I

haven't made any preparations for this.

My country was surrounded by Regulus in the east and Belfast in the west.

That meant that there was no chance of me getting invaded as long as I was on

good terms with these two countries.

However, that didn't mean that not getting along with other countries was a

good idea. Every nation had their motives and methods, and there was always

the possibility that they could do something indirectly.

Still, so far, not a single nation considered my new, small country to be worth

interacting with. The countries in the western alliance knew me very well and I

interacted with them often. However, I didn't know how to react if the

messenger came from a country I didn't know.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Majesty, Grand Duke of Brunhild. I

am Nesto Renaud, a messenger sent here on behalf of Elias Altra, Pope of the

Ramissh Theocracy."

"And I am Phyllis Rugit."

"Very well." I sat on the throne in my throne room. Kousaka — the ex-Takeda

Elite Four member — was standing next to me and throwing me glances.

I know, I know. I have to avoid saying much and leave most of it to you. After

all, we didn't know what they wanted. Rather than saying something

unnecessary, it was better to just stay silent. "Silence is golden," as they say.

Also, I had little of the so-called "majesty" about me; I had to be considerate so

they wouldn't underestimate me.

"We wholeheartedly welcome you. Now, might we hear what is your business

here?" Kousaka spoke to the messengers. The person before me — Nesto —

was a grown man with short, blond hair. He was clad in a fancy white robe with

golden embroidery on it. At first glance, he looked like a priest. He appeared to

be over 40 years of age. His hair seemed kinda weird, though.

The person next to him — Phyllis — was a quiet, bookish-looking girl with

light purple hair in a bob cut. She looked about as old as me. Her robe was

white, too. It wasn't nearly as flashy as Nesto's, though.

They looked like priests of the Ramissh Theocracy. They worshiped the god of

light — 'Lars,' I believe. If they were priests there, then they had quite a lot of

political power.

One of them — Nesto — spoke up.

"Our theocracy's pope — Elias Altra — wishes to befriend the Duchy of

Brunhild. We also wish to propagate the Church of Lars in your lands by having

you accept it as your state religion. If you are willing to do that, Ramissh

Theocracy will recognize you as a sister country and always support you."

...Huh? State religion? As in, one that's protected by law?

"We invite you to undergo a baptism and begin building a church in your

lands. If you follow the teachings of Lars, the god of light, your nation will surely

become more prosperous than ever before." Nesto spoke those words with

great zeal and enthusiasm, but I felt the exact opposite, and it only got stronger

with every word spoken.

The hell's this guy saying? Why should I undergo a baptism from such a weird

cult?

"The teachings of our Lord Lars destroy evil and bring forth light and justice..."

"No, thank you."

"...Huh?" My words caused him to stop his heated speech and turn stiff.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. I don't need a religion in my country." The speech

dragged on for a bit, but it was basically an invitation to his faith. And honestly, I

found it shady as hell. The god of light? Did he really exist?

"So you are saying that you have no need for the teachings of our Lord? Do

you not believe in God?"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't say such silly things. There's not a man in this world

who believes in God more than me. I thank him every day." I spoke those words

as Nesto glared at me.

It's not your god, though.

Reacting to what I'd said, the Phyllis girl joined the conversation. Unlike

Nesto, however, she didn't seem mad. She looked more confused than anything

else.

"Then why? If you believe in God, why do you refuse to spread his word?

Seems contradictory, if you ask me."

"It isn't. Also, you say that your god is the 'god of light,' Lars. Does 'light'

mean that there's a god of dark? Are there any other gods?" I answered her

question with another question. The one to answer was Nesto, who puffed his

chest as he did so.

"God of sea, god of mountains, god of earth — certainly, there are many

various gods. However, the one standing above them is the god of light, Lars —

the most glorious of all. He's an absolute god of justice, and not even the god of

dark can stand up to him."

"Doesn't seem like it, though."

"What?!" Nesto went past just glaring at me. His voice turned ragged as he

stood up — anger palpable in his expression and demeanor.

Well, I expected as much.

"Are you saying that our Lord is powerless?!"

"You called him an 'absolute god of justice,' right? Then why are there still

criminals and evil-doers?"

"Th-That's... That's what we're here for! We punish evil in His stead! It's our

duty! We are His limbs and...!"

"That's just your power, isn't it? Nothing divine about it. Don't confuse that."

Nesto's shoulders were shaking at this point. Did I say too much? Am I wrong,

though?

"Then what has your God given to us?!"

"Nothing. He's pretty busy. He leaves us to take care of ourselves. Doesn't

intervene unless there's something important. Also, it's not like I'm completely

rejecting your teachings. If you believe in your god, it's all fine by me."

Everyone has their very own god inside their hearts. Let people believe

whatever they want. It's fine like that. However, I don't like people using their

Gods in international relations.

Nesto looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

"...It appears that you have been bewitched by a wicked God. It appears we

will have to purify you."

"Ah?"

What did he just say? "Kohaku. Hold him down."

"As you command."

"Augh?!" Kohaku attacked Nesto from behind, pushed him down on the floor

and kept him there with its front legs. Naturally, Kohaku was in Byakko mode.

I walked over to Nesto, crouched down and looked in his eyes — full of fear of

Kohaku.

"I don't care what God you believe in. You can pray to whatever divinity you

like, regardless of whether they actually exist or not. However, I won't allow

you to treat my God as wicked. You don't know anything about him, so I don't

want you saying stuff like that." I glared at Nesto, opened a [Gate] on the floor

and teleported him... Straight to the river outside the castle.

When he disappeared, he left behind his blond hair.

I knew it was a wig.

I looked to the side and saw Phyllis, who was wordless with shock.

Oh. Crap. I overdid it.

He was a messenger from another country. I had better methods of

dismissing him. Hearing him talk badly about God got to my head. I mean,

seriously, how could that nice old man be a wicked God? Still, I went too far... I

turned around and saw Kousaka with his hand on his forehead, exhaling a long

sigh. Crap, I really messed up. And he told me to not talk too much, damn it.

"Umm... Priest Nesto is...?"

"Well... I teleported him outside the castle. Don't worry, he's not hurt."

Probably wet as hell, though. Guy might even catch a cold. Not that I would

care.

"My apologies. Please forgive his rudeness. Just so you are aware, this

audience with Your Majesty was based primarily on Nesto's own initiative, and

the pope was not too enthusiastic about it." Phyllis bowed her head.

Really? "Having this country adopt the Church of Lars as its state religion

would be a great achievement, after all. I believe that that was Nesto's plan."

So he just wanted to get ahead in life, huh? Pretty vulgar for a priest.

"Anyway, I don't plan on having a state religion. Tell that to your pope."

"Yes. Certainly. By the way, umm... about what you said... Have you perhaps

met God in person, your Highness?"

Oh? Did I say something that gave it away? Man, how should I answer this?

"I am sorry. This must sound weird... I just... became doubtful about whether

God truly exists or not..." Phyllis whispered that and brought her head down.

You sure you should be saying that? You're a priestess, aren't you?

"This question was always on my mind. People punish evil in the name of

justice. While a part of me sees that as a wonderful thing, I can't help but

wonder whether it's fair to mark someone as evil simply because they're

demonic or born from the dark. Also, can't we forgive someone who only made

a single error? Such questions came one after the other and..." I can somewhat

understand her, but is it really okay for her to continue being a priestess while

doubting her God so much? Suddenly, the smartphone in my pocket began

vibrating.

Eh? Now, of all times? Since there was only one person who ever called me, I

knew exactly who it was.

I took it out and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it has been a while. I take it you know who this is?"

Yeah, of course I do. Still, you should say who you are when calling. This

timing, though...

"Were you watching?"

"Happened to be watching, yes. I must say, having you snap like that was

quite satisfying. Thanks for getting mad for my sake."

Crap, he saw me. Damn, this is embarrassing. As I was writhing about the stuff

I'd said, Phyllis fearfully called out to me.

"Umm... who are you talking to?"

"God."

"Eh?!" As Phyllis became surprised, I noticed that Kohaku — standing next to

me — was in a weird state. The tiger wasn't moving a muscle.

Wait, what? Even Kousaka is completely stiff. What the hell?!

"Oh, I just stopped the time there for a bit. Things could get troublesome if

anyone else saw me."

"You stopped time?! Wait, did you just say 'if anyone else saw me'?! Do you

mean that...?"

"I thought that I should answer that young lady's questions. I'm coming over.

She won't believe you otherwise. All right, then..."

"Hey...!"

Seriously? He actually hung up. I moved the smartphone away from my ear

and looked at Phyllis.

"He's coming over..."

"'He'...? Who do you mean?"

"Well... God." As Phyllis and I were both in a state of astonishment, God

descended before us, surrounded by blinding light. His divine — obviously,

considering he was God — aura engulfed us. A single glance was enough to see

just how celestial he was. He slowly went down and stood on the same ground

we mortals walked on.

"Yoo-hoo, it is I, your man God."

"Be more serious, damn it!" You obviously had more majestic things to say!

And stop smiling like that, the situation is ridiculous enough as it is!

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Phyllis stood before the merry old man, trembling uncontrollably. After a few

seconds, she seemed to lose the ability to stand. She collapsed to the ground,

twitching.

"Hm? Are you quite alright, dear?"

"Uh, God..." God didn't seem to understand what was going on, so I called to

him.

"There's a... force you're exuding right now, can you maybe turn it off? It's

making it hard for me to even look at you, so I can't even imagine what it's

doing to her."

"Oh? Ah, very well. Goodness me, I forgot I was in the mortal realm. Forgive

my carelessness... Divine energy tends to leak right out of me! I didn't even

notice..." Gradually, the golden shine in the room receded back into God's

body. Alongside it, the horrifying feeling of submission and oppression vanished

as well. That's God for ya, I guess.

"We should be quite fine now, I believe. Are you alright, dear?"

"Y-Yes..." Despite her words, Phyllis still only really seemed capable of raising

her head. That was perfectly understandable, all things considered. Having been

shown something like this? She'd have no choice but to admit the truth. I think

her earlier question about the validity of my God had been promptly answered.

God absolutely existed.

"We should change venues, I think. Is there another, more comfortable room

in the area?"

"Hm? I mean, I have a meeting room..." I opened up a [Gate] and the three of

us went through. Phyllis had trouble standing, so I had to lend her my arm until

we reached the couch.

I went to prepare us all some tea, passing by a frozen Renne and Cecile, who

were apparently laughing at something before being paused. I poured out the

tea by myself into a big pot, then returned to the room with a few snacks and

three teacups.

When I returned to the room, the two were much like they were when I'd

left. God was swaying around a bit, looking about the room like an excited child,

while Phyllis was sweating bullets and almost completely immobile. Her eyes,

on the other hand, were darting all over the place.

I poured out the tea into the cups and lined the snacks up. God took the first

sip, and I asked my question.

"I've got a question for you, old man."

"Mhm? What is it?" God placed his teacup down on the table with a smile,

and turned to face me.

"Do you know of any god of light named Lars?"

"That... does not ring a bell. I've never heard that name, no. In fact, amongst

all journeyman-level gods, and even trainee gods... there is no such being as

Lars, god of light." I didn't expect him to be that confident. Phyllis looked like

she had been punched in the stomach. But that was only natural, the god she

had been raised to believe in had just been completely outed as fictional.

"Well, maybe he isn't called Lars. Is there a god of light?"

"No, there is no such thing as the god of light. Well, if I were forced to classify

a god of light, that would probably fall under my jurisdiction. I'm the world god,

after all. There's a god of wind, a god of fire, a god of darkness, and so on. For

the most part, deities with the 'god of' prefix are the most simple and lowest of

the godly hierarchy." Hm, I wondered if that meant the god of love was a lower

level god, as well. That confused me, because she seemed very friendly with my

god, who I figured was pretty much at the tippy-top. I didn't really know much

about the social affairs of the divine realm, nor did I care that much.

"B-But... if that's the case, then what about the legendary incident, in which

High Light Priest Ramirez called down Lars, god of light?" Ramirez, the High

Light Priest, was the founder of the Ramissh Theocracy. The person who

supposedly purified the land by borrowing the light of God.

"Hm? You say he called upon a God? Even if humans could summon Gods,

which I sincerely doubt... it would still be rather rare. Then again, there are

some Gods that act upon simple whims, so I could not rule it out entirely." The

irony here was palpable. This God was probably the most whimsical of the lot!

"Still, as the story goes... I do not believe it was a God. It is more likely that he

summoned a spirit. To be more specific, a spirit of light."

"That's a little ambiguous... Is it possible to peep into the past and see what

happened?"

"That is not impossible, but... it would be a bit of a bother. Let me explain in

terms you may understand a little better. It is quite easy to pause an episode of

something if you watch it on DVD, yes? But say you recorded television for an

entire year, and suddenly needed to find the advertisements of a specific latenight talk show from a year and a half ago. Your recordings are numerous, and

you have not indexed them... it would be quite hard to reach that certain point,

would it not?" That was a needlessly complicated explanation, but I pretty

much understood.

"But then... what of our teachings? Our doctrine...?" Phyllis looked completely

depressed, which was only natural given that God had just shot down her entire

life. It was understandable, but even so, I didn't expect her to get that torn up

over it.

"Do you people need the hand of God to hold yours? Can you not march

forward for the sake of your own beliefs? Your own responsibilities? There's no

harm in taking God as a piece of emotional solace, but you must not use religion

as a crutch. Your parents, siblings, lovers, friends, you must trust in them, as

they trust in you. To be dependent upon us is the greatest mistake you could

make. The Gods will do nothing to your world. I can assure you of that. Only you

are capable of saving yourselves, or destroying yourselves. You are the ones

with the power to change the world, to create miracles. We above will simply

watch down upon you." God was certainly being thorough, but he still

interfered now and then, didn't he?

I decided to keep my mouth shut. I didn't think my commentary would have

anything to add. Phyllis seemed pretty sad, anyway, so snarky commentary

would just be insensitive.

"Well, even though I said that, I suppose it was not entirely the case... I

typically leave you to your own devices without looking. If young Touya were

not sent here, I may not have taken a look at affairs for another ten thousand

years or so." Just like that, he completely ruined the beauty of his message!

Even though he had made a point to say the Gods were watching, it felt more

like they were neglecting! He probably had a ton of different worlds to manage

anyway, so keeping an eye on every one would be a pain. "Is that truly the

case?"

"Indeed. It may sound somewhat cruel, but the world is not my responsibility.

No world is. The inhabitants are the ones who decide what happens to their

world. The Gods will do nothing, I promise you that. Well, we would interfere if

the troubles in the world were caused by us, for example the rare incident of a

God turning wicked and laying waste to the world below. We would step in

then." I certainly hoped nothing like that happened to us. Sounded like a bad

time for everyone. The rules seemed a little flexible and contradictory there.

Gods sure were whimsical.

"If I were to summarize, I'd say that I want the people of their respective

worlds to deal with the problems of their respective worlds. Even if a great

Demon Lord appeared and began to wage war upon the world, hoping to crush

or dominate it, we gods would do nothing if the Demon Lord were a natural

resident of the world to begin with. That being said, I would elect to grant

divine weaponry to mankind and aid their struggle. I do not like worlds in which

people suffer heavily, after all." That made sense enough. I supposed that

indirect intervention was also a fair option. It was enough to interfere, but also

not be a massive boost. But then again, he said they wouldn't intervene in the

natural order of the world, but they'd still grant some kind of superweapon to

use in the case of big events like a Demon Lord uprising? It all sounded a little

half-assed to me.

"There will always be those who depend on their parents forever. But the

humans of this world are children no longer, I ask that you walk by yourselves,

talk by yourselves. If you do so, you should be able to walk with pride and

strength, to clear all obstacles in your path. With that, we Gods will watch over

you keenly. Sometimes." That 'sometimes' was a little unnecessary. But I'm

sure that someone was always being watched somewhere across all the

universes, so it wasn't like they were slacking.

"B-But what am I to do...? If Lars, god of light, doesn't exist, then... All of his

teachings were made by a man, rather than the divine. Does that make it all

meaningless? Does that make all I've ever done completely meaningless?"

"It is not meaningless, far from it. I am certain that somewhere, at least once,

those teachings have saved someone. It matters not who made them, so long as

they do good. Simply look at it as 'for your fellow man' rather than 'for the glory

of God.' Cast off the shackles of doctrine, and live by your own strengths."

"...Y-Yes..." I didn't think her mind would be able to change right away. After

all, she had been born with a certain mindset, and raised in it. But, little by little,

I felt she could be freed from the shackles she was born into.

"Well then, I believe it's time for me to leave. It is not proper for time to be

put on pause for so long..." We moved back to my throne room, because it

would've been strange if we suddenly vanished in front of everyone else.

Kohaku and Kousaka were both as stiff as they had been before. If it weren't

for the unusual circumstances of the situation, I might've been inclined to pull a

prank on them. It was a tad late for that, though.

"Well then, my dear. Live strong, live brave. Live in good health." God bore a

beautiful smile, and turned into particles of light.

After a few moments, Kohaku and the others began to move again. They

looked in our general direction, somewhat confused. Since my location was a

little bit different to when time had stopped, I think it looked like I had

teleported from their perspective.

"...I-It feels like I just woke from a dream. Did... did that really just happen?"

"It really did. You met with God, the one and only. Do you believe, now?"

"...I do." The girl wore a peaceful smile on her face, and the shine in her eyes

seemed calmer, more serene. I hoped that she was able to reconcile things

within herself.

Then, with a quick bow and an apology, she left my throne room.

So ended my first diplomatic meeting. I was immediately reprimanded by

Kousaka. I couldn't really complain about that, though. I was not exactly good

when it came to negotiation.

In all honesty I was a little concerned, so I dispatched one of Tsubaki's ninjas

to the Theocracy. I summoned a tiny bird and asked him to take it along with

him, so that I'd be able to know any news as soon as he got it.

A few days later, I learned that a priestess of the Ramissh Theocracy, one

Phyllis Rugit, had been stripped of her position. She had been charged with high

blasphemy, the penalty for which was death.

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How could something so foolish have come about? I couldn't understand why

Phyllis had been marked for execution. The world was too cruel a place, to

allow this to happen to a girl who was finally able to act on her own thoughts.

"When is she to die?"

"Ah, yes... The execution is scheduled for three days from now, early in the

morning. The only reason she wasn't cut down on the spot was because of the

presence of a group that protested the order, and they didn't wish to create

civil unrest." The agent I had sent to Ramissh was able to instantly report in

through a telepathic link I had set up via a summoned bird familiar. From the

sounds of things, Phyllis had some allies over there, so that was a small comfort

to know. At the very least, I was glad she hadn't been killed yet.

"Thank you. Please continue your investigation, and let us know if there are

any new major developments."

"Very well." I cut off the contact. I had to figure out what to do. It was

obvious from the outset that I couldn't leave her to die. I was the one

responsible for Phyllis' new outlook on life, so the execution order was also my

responsibility by proxy.

"Ugh... this is why religion is such a bore, Touya. Religious people are always

convinced they're in the right, and never stop to consider other outlooks!" Elze,

leaning her arms on the table at the balcony, failed to hide her irritation. I told

everyone about the situation with Phyllis, though I took care to omit the part

about us getting a visit from God. I just replaced that part by telling everyone

that I had persuaded Phyllis to change her faith, or rather that she had left our

meeting with a few things to reflect on and ponder.

"So, what will you do?"

"Well, I figured I'd go there. I have to stop the execution, right?" I gave Linze a

simple enough answer. This was one of those situations where the fact that I

was a head of state could come in handy. They couldn't just brush me off,

surely. I decided that the best course of action was to directly negotiate with

the pope. After all, the life of one former priest wouldn't be that difficult to

negotiate sparing, right?

"And if they do not stop, if they do not, what will you do then?"

"Hm... it'll have to be a prison break, right? I'll bust in and save her."

"A-Are you stupid, Touya?! That'll cause an international incident!" Yumina

didn't seem to like my response to Yae's question, but I decided to keep it as a

last resort. I didn't think we needed to rely on Ramissh or anything, so if we

ended up souring relations with them it wouldn't be the end of the world.

At first, I held back a little. I wasn't sure if Lars, god of light, was a real entity,

and I didn't want to meddle in their religious affairs, but after God himself told

me that Lars wasn't real? That changed everything. Ultimately, their religion

was irrelevant to me in this matter, what mattered was their diplomatic

attitude. Part of me wouldn't have even minded if diplomatic relations broke

down between our two nations. They just sounded more like trouble than

anything else to me.

I shifted my gaze to Kousaka, who was quietly standing nearby.

"Will there be any issues if I earn the ire of that country?"

"Currently, I see no major negative repercussions. But they may send their

zealots to cause trouble in our country." Well that sounded a bit irritating. It

struck me as odd that a God with teachings of light and justice would have such

petulant, hounding followers.

"They can justify anything if they say it's in the name of justice... It's just a

convenient excuse for them..." Lu let out a quiet mutter, disgust painted on her

face. That reminded me of a saying I'd once heard. So long as everyone tries to

be the hero, wars will never end.

"Anyway, I can't just abandon her like this. I'm off to go save her."

"Then at least let us come, too."

"No, if we all rush in at once it'll only needlessly agitate them. I'll take care of

this one myself." Having said that, I decided to take Kohaku with me just to be

safe. My decision must have seemed somewhat irresponsible for a head of

state, but since we didn't know what to expect, I figured it'd be safest for me to

handle it alone.

So long as everyone tries to be the hero, wars will never end.

"Oh, so you're the grand duke of Brunhild, are you? Sorry, kid, but I don't

have time for your games right now. Go play royalty somewhere else." I made

use of Babylon to go all the way to the capital of Ramissh, only to be turned

away at the front door of the Isla Temple.

It was only to be expected, really. I had no real evidence to support my claim,

after all. If some kid turned up out of nowhere and introduced himself as a

monarch, I'd probably look at them funny, too.

"Look, can you just like, go fetch the pope for me or something? There's

something important I need to talk to her about."

"Fetch the pope...?! Insolent brat! How dare you talk of our pope like she's

some household pet!"

"Sorry? I don't believe in your religion, and I'm not even a citizen of your

country. I don't see why you're getting worked up over something like that." I'd

wanted to resolve things peacefully if possible, but the knight before me drew

his sword in a fit of rage. Whoa, this guy was quick to snap. I nimbly dodged the

knight's attack, following up with a chop to knock the sword out of his hands.

The metallic clang of the sword hitting the ground alerted the rest of the

knights, who were swift to react as they poured out of the temple in droves.

"What happened?!"

"We've got an intruder! Some insolent brat calling himself the grand duke of

Brunhild. He insulted the pope!"

"He did what?!" Two, four, six, eight... Around twenty knights in total. They

had me surrounded before I could even react. They sure brought out a lot of

people just to subdue one kid. For a group claiming to follow a god of light and

justice, they sure didn't seem averse to using cowardly tactics. Though, when I

thought about it, a team of heroes fighting together to defeat a single monster

was actually fairly common in superhero shows. I decided to just stick these

guys in that category for now. "I'll ask one more time. I, the grand duke of

Brunhild, wish to meet with the Pope of Ramissh to discuss an important

matter. Would anyone be kind enough to escort me to her?"

"We're not playing along with your little game, kid!" I brandished my weapon,

and without hesitation fired a paralysis bullet at the first knight to charge at me.

Seeing him collapse on the spot, the other knights faltered for a brief moment,

but quickly pulled themselves together and raised a war cry.

Mithril in my right hand, Black Dragon horn in my left, I shot my way through

the throng of knights with my trusty twin Brunhilds.

I immobilized their entire force in an instant. That's what you get for not

listening to me.

"Truly a bothersome crowd, these people."

"You can say that again." I instinctively met Kohaku's analysis with a

complaint of my own. Still, what was I to do from here? My options were to just

continue like this and force my way in, or...

Deciding that this was a better course of action, I cast [Recovery] on one of

the knights to undo the paralysis.

"There's a priest here called Nesto-what's-his-face, right? I want you to bring

him to me. If he refuses, tell him I'll spill the secret about his head to everyone.

That'll make him understand." I was already acquainted with that baldy priest,

so I decided to seek him out first. He was more likely to hear me out than these

guys were, at least.

The knight followed my instructions, taking off with a panicked dash into the

temple. Before long, a group of what I could only call paladins came out of the

temple fully clad in pure white armor, with Father Nesto leading the way. Oh

hey, he got a new wig.

"Your Highness, the Grand Duke of Brunhild?! What brings you to this place?!

No, before that, explain yourself! What is the meaning of this?!"

"I told the guard that I had important business with the pope. He refused to

hear me out, and then a whole group of them attacked me without warning. I

simply reacted in self-defense." So I explained, pointing at the listless knights

littered on the ground.

"Do you understand your position here? You've shot down soldiers of a

foreign country, and are attempting illegal entry into our sacred temple. This is

an international incident!"

"And raising your sword against the ruler of a foreign country isn't? Nice

double-standards you've got there." I could almost see the sparks flying as I met

my eyes with Nesto's. What a pain. This guy clearly hated me. The feeling was

mutual. Whatever, I just need him to take me to the pope.

"What is going on here?" This time it was a man wearing a gaudy robe who

emerged from the temple. His hair was neatly swept-back, and he had a silly

little mustache. He was the spitting image of a certain dictator. Ours would've

been a little bit taller, though.

"Cardinal Zeon...?" Nesto turned his head and muttered. Cardinal? If I

remember right, aren't those like a few really important guys who work directly

under the pope?

"Father Nesto, who is this man? It is most unpleasant to have him causing a

commotion on our sacred temple grounds." The cardinal clicked his tongue as

he turned to face Father Nesto. Oh boy, we've got a live one here.

"He, he's... Err, I mean, this esteemed gentleman is His Highness the Grand

Duke of Brunhild. He says that he wishes to meet with Her Holiness the Pope."

"This boy is...?!" The cardinal stared intently at me, looking me over as if

appraising my worth. It made me realize something. When introducing myself

as a leader, I should probably have been dressed the part. I made a mental note

to ask Zanac to make me some kingly clothes next time I saw him. I honestly felt

that too many people in the world judged others based on appearance alone.

"Your Majesty the Grand Duke of Brunhild, was it?"

"That's me."

"What manner of business could a foreign ruler have with Her Eminence the

Pope? If you'd like, I could relay a message to her on your behalf."

"Thank you, but I would much rather meet with Her Holiness in person. Could

I trouble you to escort me to her, instead?" The cardinal and I clashed gazes

with sly grins on our faces, each of us trying to sound the other out. I felt like I

definitely couldn't trust this guy. If my plea to rescind Phyllis' execution were

left in this guy's hands, I didn't think the pope would ever get to hear a thing

about it.

"...Right this way." The cardinal invited me into the temple. I was led to a

room and asked to wait there, with several paladins left behind to keep an eye

on me. I sat obediently in a chair, keeping to myself as the paladins' gazes bored

a hole in my back. I was neck-deep in unfamiliar territory.

They probably weren't stupid enough to assault me while we were inside the

temple, but doing as I was told seemed like the best course of action for the

time being.

After a short wait, the cardinal returned to the room.

"Her Eminence the Pope will see you now. Please, right this way." The

cardinal led me around through several more corridors. The temple was

unnecessarily huge. After climbing up a long staircase, we finally reached a

fancy door with golden borders, beyond which was a large, spacious room.

Lined up by the left wall were several men in robes similar to the cardinal's,

and to the right stood a row of paladins standing at attention. An elderly

woman in pure white robes and a big, long hat sat with a sharp look on her face

atop her raised platform. This lady was the popess, Elias Altra.

"Welcome to my temple, Grand Duke of Brunhild. I must admit to being

rather startled by your abrupt visit, but as the pope, I have agreed to meet your

request at an audience."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Eminence. Please forgive my

rudeness for barging in unannounced like this." I lowered my head as I spoke. I

wasn't really at fault in the slightest, but I figured I should probably still

apologize for beating up all their knights like that.

"...There is much I would like to say, but let us get straight to this business of

yours. Whatever has brought you all this way to my temple?"

"Regarding the death sentence of one priest, Phyllis Rugit, I would request

that the execution not be carried out." The entire hall was filled with mumbled

whispers the moment that name left my lips. The pope took note of this, and

shot me an intense look.

"What a farce this is. To think that a foreign leader would interfere in the

death sentence of a convicted criminal... I cannot help but worry for the state of

your kingdom."

"...A criminal, you say? Then tell me, what crime has she committed, exactly?"

"Her primary offense is her advocation that our God, Lars, is a figure of makebelieve. This is an unforgivable sin for a priest to commit. In addition, she is

suspected of being a vampire who has already attacked several people. A being

of darkness with such an evil soul must be dealt with appropriately."

What? Phyllis is a vampire? What's that supposed to mean? Are they saying

she hid that fact in order to become a priest and blend in?

"Master, do not let her mislead you. That girl was, without a doubt, an

ordinary human being. I would be able to recognize a vampire by the smell

alone." Kohaku supported me through telepathy. I knew I could count on

Kohaku. But still, things were starting to look pretty suspicious. Almost as if the

whole thing was one big, convenient set-up.

"That's strange. Shouldn't you be able to see through a vampire's disguise like

that with your god's righteous powers?"

"...Lars will never allow evil to go unpunished. All who defy him shall meet

with divine punishment. Much like in this case." This wasn't "divine

punishment" at all, it was just conveniently silencing dissenters. I began to

suspect that this old lady already knew that Lars was a big old fraud.

"So you claim, but haven't there already been a number of victims? I feel that

your god should have enacted his divine punishment before so many victims

arose, don't you think?"

"Any such victims must have been carrying sins of their own. The truly devout

would never have fallen prey to such evils." This was pointless. She was making

baseless claims with that backward religious logic of hers.

"...Then I assume you have no intention of rescinding Phyllis' death

sentence?"

"No evil can be allowed to go unpunished. Worry not, for we shall purify the

girl's soul in the process. These very actions are naught but pure salvation for

the girl." I let out a heavy sigh. The whole thing was just so stupid. Non-believers

are evil. When things go well, it's all thanks to God's guidance. When things

aren't going well, it's because you don't have enough faith. And when a system

based on these beliefs allows legal murder of innocent people, it just leaves me

dumbstruck and appalled.

"This is stupid. Every one of you here is truly beyond salvation."

"Wha...?!" My words froze the room into total silence. Even the pope stared

at me wide-eyed. I was done playing along with these jokers. Since it didn't

seem like words would be effective, I'd just do things my way instead.

"I'll declare it loudly for all to hear. Lars, the god of light, does not exist. He's a

false idol, and Phyllis merely caught on to that fact. You're free to have your

own beliefs, but stop labeling anyone who disagrees with them as evil. Don't

think that being religious somehow automatically makes you better than

everyone else."

"Silence! You will insult our God no further!" The paladins to my right all

instantly moved their hands to the hilts of their swords.

"I'm very sorry about that. So sorry, in fact, that I'd like to apologize to Him in

person. Bring your god Lars before me, and I'd happily kiss his feet." Not like

they could, even if they wanted to.

"I reject the very notion of your god, and all that he stands for. I reject any

teachings that could possibly allow one to enact false justice in the name of a

false idol, dooming an innocent girl to an unjust death. I'll say it again. You have

no God."

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Their religion was unusual to begin with. Despite having been around for a

thousand years, it remained mostly contained within their own country. Even

considering that the magic of this world made it nigh-impossible to determine

an actual "divine miracle," the fact that their religion had barely spread at all

was plenty suspicious. If I were to use healing magic back in my own world, a

new religion might spring up overnight. There would still be those who would

call me a fraud, of course, but the fact would remain that I had healed a

person's wounds, leading at least that person to believe in me. However, in this

world the most you'd get is a few thanks; it definitely wouldn't be taken as a

divine miracle. That was the nature of magic. That's just how things were over

here.

They called it a religion, but living in this country you would naturally be

surrounded and outnumbered by the devout everywhere you looked, leaving

you with no choice but to follow suit. It wasn't about whether you really

believed in the god or not; it looked more like a form of mind control in this

case.

One important thing to note was that not a single country had formed an

alliance with Ramissh. This country — or rather, the ground that the country

rested on — might have been hiding something.

Taking Belfast as a comparison, the people there placed more faith in fairies

than Gods. People who had met fairies could be found here and there, but

nobody would claim to have met a God. According to the God that I knew,

fairies were like the Gods' servants' servants or something.

At any rate, it was pointless to compare this religion to any of those from my

old world. Heck, I still couldn't even be sure if this planet was round like Earth

was.

Compared to the religions I knew, this one felt obviously different and

horribly warped. It didn't seem like it was meant to lead people to salvation, or

even just offer some peace of mind, at all. All I got from them was that they

hated anyone who disagreed with them.

Coming to the country myself had only helped solidify that impression. There

was clearly more to this country than it seemed.

"...And that's why I let myself get caught on purpose."

"I... see." I explained my plot to Kohaku as we sat together in an underground

prison cell. I swear I'm not just trying to save face. After my outburst, I was onesidedly labeled a villain. Naturally I'd be able to gather evidence after being

caught. ...That was definitely my plan, yeah.

"In that case... what do you intend to do now?"

"...Wh-What do you think I should do?" Kohaku leered at me, eyes filled with

doubt. I'm joking, it's a joke!

"For now, Phyllis' safety comes first. After that, we'll gather info. Let's go."