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"Just a moment...! A church called Iggokden...? W-what are you talking about...? That can't be right... It originally had a different name, didn't it...? So why...???"
"What nonsense have you been babbling on about since earlier, woman?!"
The high-ranking priestess who had previously been obsequious to Lumina was now speaking to Erin with utmost courtesy.
"What shall we do, Holy Mother? We could potentially drag this person directly to the guillotine and execute her on the spot without a trial, given her attempt to harm you!"
"..."
Instead of responding, Erin closed her eyes momentarily, then slowly walked towards where Lumina had fallen.
"Sister Lumina. Are you denying that the name of God is 'Iggokden'?"
"Of course! God would never have such a ridiculous name!"
As a guard tried to aim his spear again, Erin stopped him with her hand and asked, "Then, would you tell me the name of the god you serve? The god you worship?"
"That... it's not difficult. The name of the god is――"
The god's name.
That name...
'Huh...?'
What was it?
'No, I definitely knew it just a moment ago. I was even holding the scripture with his words...'
―Huh?
Suddenly, tears welled up in Lumina's eyes.
Unfairness.
When people experience something unbearably unjust, their tear glands are unconsciously stimulated.
She didn't know the reason. Perhaps God created them that way.
Yes. A god... a god she couldn't even recognize!
"Are you unable to speak?"
"Wait a moment... I, my memory suddenly..."
"Just recently, you were so freely speaking the name of a being that's not even a god, a meaningless existence."
"M-meaningless? Watch your words! Are you blaspheming the god?"
"When you say 'god', you're naturally referring to the one and only Iggokden, aren't you?"
Lumina shouted loudly.
Her voice was so filled with resentment that it was impossible to miss the deep emotional undertone.
"Stop talking nonsense! Even the name of this city―"
"The capital city of Iggokden."
"...What?"
Right. The name of this city... the imperial capital Iggokden.
…Huh? Wasn't it always called that? Right?
Lumina felt a pain that seemed to shatter her mind.
She already knew the city's name was Iggokden!
But why did she suddenly bring up something so irrelevant? Why?
No. It wasn't irrelevant! The city's name was named after the god...? Wait, what?
"It was named after the god's name. Is there a problem with that?"
"No... I, that, well..."
"Sister Lumina."
Erin slowly approached Lumina.
And then, with eyes full of compassion, looking down at her... she spoke in an incredibly benevolent voice.
"You're unfortunately confused, having been deceived by a false god."
"Ah, that, well..."
"I won't blame you, Lumina. I could have imposed a much harsher punishment... but I won't. After all, you'll pay the price in every moment you live, having believed in a false god. The consequences of causing this disturbance will be sufficient."
"But Holy Mother! This woman who dared to―"
"It's fine. Didn't Iggokden himself say?"
Erin smiled elegantly at the guard glaring at Lumina.
"Even for those whose eyes have grown dim, who don't believe in god or are captivated by a delusive faith - become someone who can share a plate of facts."
"Holy Mother...!!"
As the guard was moved, the Pope naturally added a word.
"Genesis 13:5, 'Whether this way or that, god is born, and the infidel dies in the flames of retribution before reaching heaven. Without sincere belief in me, one can't even breathe and will simply vanish. The soul burns and perishes in less than two minutes'... The great Iggokden would even provide plates of facts to those who constantly defame him."
"Long live the Holy Mother!"
"Long live Holy Mother Erin!"
The guards bowed their heads, showing reverence to a being seemingly sculpted as the embodiment of mercy.
"If that is the Holy Mother's will, so be it."
"Then, let's go. The Pope must have been quite shocked, so please calm down. I'm fine."
"Understood. This way, Holy Mother."
Erin followed the Pope... and simultaneously closed her eyes, recalling the being who made her a Holy Mother.
Ah... no.
Just remembering that person... made her insides tickle, making her acutely aware of their existence within her...
'Haaaa...♥ Lord Iggokden...♥'
She found herself harboring quite a blasphemous thought.
And in her ear, what had been ringing continuously from earlier was:
A fanfare celebrating Erin becoming a Holy Mother, and the infinitely deep grace of Lord Iggokden praising her.
A sentence similar to what she had heard before. A love-filled message protecting and sheltering her from Lord Iggokden.
Ringing in her head like a clock tower... ding, ding.
— Ten thousand won donation, hooray!
— The false god was smashed by Lord Iggokden!
— Ten thousand won donation, hooray!
— Lord Iggokden sweetly whispered!
— Erin's titties are super big!
— Erin's boobs, hooray! Holy power pocket, hooray!
! ! ! Ten thousand won donation, hooray ! ! !
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100,000 won donation, hooray!
Staring at the last panel as if possessed, I finally became aware that I was breathing... and let slip one phrase.
This wasn't something I intentionally said, but a sensation of losing a sentence in my brain.
"...Wow."
I lost.
This overwhelming sense of defeat. I'll admit it. I was feeling a wall against the author.
A wall that was completely unreachable!
Well, they did receive a 10,000 won donation. It wasn't exactly a small amount for an unseen comic.
When I'd donated 10,000 won before, they'd made such a fuss, creating a light shaft from the heavens. So naturally, I thought 100,000 won would bring something even more impressive. The author would surely draw something amazing, I thought.
But... aren't there still expected ranges?
My expectation was this: since last time a light shaft came from the heavens, this time it would go a step further with perhaps 'God's messengers' descending.
Wearing incredibly holy-looking uniforms, slowly walking down stairs from the heavens... saving the true Holy Mother Erin who had been despised as a false saint.
Ideally, they'd say something like, "We are the apostles of the one true god, Iggokden."
Cut to Lumina and other extras. The false saint Lumina would be handed over to a religious trial and burned at the stake, and the Pope would recognize Erin, chosen by the god's messengers, as the true Holy Mother...
That's roughly what I thought would happen.
This alone would have been satisfying. It would have been a sufficient payback for the 'How dare you mess with my Erin?' sentiment.
And with just that, I would have been content, leaving a comment like 'Kyahaha, Iggokden~~ Tasty, so tasty~~ Worth spending money~~'
In any case, it was treating my support like it came from 'God's messengers'.
But who could have predicted that history would change?
Who would have thought the Bible would be rewritten, changing history?
The most ridiculous part was the first line of the Bible. This plain fact nonsense.
If I'd known this would be the first verse, I wouldn't have been so casual about it!
Moreover, because of this first verse, 'god's plain fact' had apparently become a common phrase in this world.
The religious followers repeating the biblical phrase... when looking at the sentence alone, there was nothing particularly strange about it.
'What kind of fact plate are they talking about...'
Just as I was thinking how strange this all seemed - a message from the author suddenly came to mind.
「The words of Lord Iggokden are divine words, sufficient to give life with just a single line.」
'That's roughly what it meant.'
And then, Erin's art style.
I can't just let this slide.
This woman... has become blatantly erotic.
Ever since the scene where she supposedly conceived my 'truth' or whatever, the atmosphere has become so sexually charged that I can't tell if she's a holy (聖) maiden or a sexual (性) maiden.
Shots of her blushing and looking at the screen with a slightly protruding tongue, stroking her massive breasts proudly...
Even the priestess's habit suddenly seemed to cling more tightly to her body.
'Haa...'
I've always considered myself quite immersed in stories, but...
They say that if you look up, there's always someone higher.
While I was marveling at the author's narrative development...
'Wait a minute.'
Suddenly.
Abruptly, I wanted to check the previous chapters.
I checked the previous chapters without hesitation.
Nothing had changed. Erin was still on her journey to becoming a holy maiden, grateful for my support.
The scene showcasing her overwhelming, holy power-filled massive breasts was still intact.
The only difference was― the name of the god.
The name that was previously presumed to be the god of this comic world, Opelaishel, was now messily crossed out, as if someone had deliberately scribbled over it with a black marker.
'Wow... did they modify all the previous chapters?'
Does this mean that because I changed history, this Opelaishel never existed?
Well... the support reward quality is good, so I'm obviously happy... but is this really necessary?
From now on, anyone entering this comic will be confused about what this mess is all about.
Since it's essentially become a 'comic just for me' with essentially zero views, it was a somewhat meaningless worry.
'Well, it's not my problem to worry about. The author will handle it.'
There was no support begging in today's chapter.
The support button wasn't even activated, so perhaps they're strictly maintaining the concept that Erin isn't making any prayers.
'Haa. That was interesting.'
Anyway, I could experience a moment where dopamine was surging in my brain after a long time.
I could finish the day with a satisfied expression.
'...'
Of course, I did end up searching for 'huge breasts' on an image site because of Erin's artwork today.
Maybe I'll take some personal time... and so on.
I'd spent such an ordinary day.
「The words of Lord Yigugudang are divine words, sufficient to give life with just a single line」
The true meaning of that sentence was far more tremendous than I had imagined.
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