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"I don’t know why the king bowed his head so suddenly, but fortunately, he understood my words and accepted them well."
"It’s frightening when his misunderstanding is shattered. How will he change?"
"So, I have to keep this going somehow."
"I’ve given a blessing to the descendant of Tis-ha, who was here. Someone like Tis-ha, with a special power, might appear, so keep an eye on them."
This is unnecessary to say if the person with power is going to go around killing people. Because if they think they have a special power, they will try to control it, right?
If there’s control, the chaos decreases.
But, in this situation, it’s necessary to say. I’m not looking at the immediate future, but the more distant one.
"If someone receives a blessing, they gain profit. If the blessed person does something strange, it means it’s not my responsibility, but entirely yours."
Actually, that’s true, but people never miss the chance to blame others, do they?
I need to prevent it beforehand.
Besides, among the royals here, very few know anything about the Mirae Hope Sect. Even if they learn about it, all they know is that the heretics attacked the capital, and Tis-ha appeared, retook it, and killed the remaining heretics before becoming king.
Of course, there’s also the part about receiving a blessing from the Holy Spirit and performing miracles.
I’m really glad I know the memories.
It means no one really knows much about me.
The only one who knows a little more is the king. But since he bowed his head, the others are likely fine.
The warmth I just obtained from Tis-ha is actually less than what I felt when I first saw him. The time when he had the most warmth was when he became king.
At that time, the warmth in the light was overflowing. It shone like a wildfire, but in his last moments, it was like a candle.
So, it feels like a loss, but it isn’t.
How many people died by Tis-ha’s hand?
The boy who tried to judge right from wrong carefully walked his path without aging, and the warmth from the lives he took along the way far surpasses the warmth of the brightest moment he had.
Yes.
Whether good or evil, people give warmth when they gain power.
The investment succeeded.
If more people are blessed, it’s better. If the mark of an evil god is branded on them, there might be a lot of bloodshed as they kill each other, but the blessed person will die.
Moreover, with the feature of purple hair, it’s easy to find and kill them.
How am I so sure of that?
At least, among the information I know, ethnic conflicts have never been resolved.
The hostility toward beings of different forms from me is far more cruel and tenacious than imagined, right?
Wyd thought of himself as the new humanity. Of course, he didn’t directly say that, but considering how he boasted about blessed people being special, it’s just a different way of expressing the same essence.
Racial discrimination eventually turns into racial cleansing. Someone blessed by me shouldn’t become the target of such cleansing.
While thinking that, the king raised his head.
"What should I call you?"
A name? Rebecca.
No, that’s not it. I’m currently in her form, but she died once and then went on to live her life.
So, let’s speak the truth.
"I have no name to speak of. I sank beneath the cold surface, gazing at the distant night sky. I waited as countless lights came to me from the sky."
At my words, the king looked at me with a realization on his face. I skipped over describing the warmth in the light, so what did he think about that?
A faded gray man whispers.
"The god of the afterlife."
Spit.
I don’t want to be that.
The light, which is presumed to be in the soul, doesn’t matter to me if it consumes warmth from within...
But I can guess how it will turn out.
I’ve never left warmth intact, so I don’t know what will happen, but I’ve probably seen what happens to someone who falls beneath the surface.
Something that was there the last time I went to the bottom.
Thinking about the monster that stole warmth from a living person, I can guess what happened.
But that’s not the cause.
I still remember it deeply.
I still remember that time.
There really was only one light in the sky. And gradually, the light increased. I didn’t change the light.
Someone must have thrown me into the cold sea.
Yes. Someone.
And it must have been someone who could be called a god, right?
Kehehe.
The reason I hate gods, one way or another.
The witch who broke the window and invaded the royal family’s private space is truly dangerous. No, of course, after I write the book, it won’t matter, but not now.
If.
If, by any chance, the people in front of me think of me as the god of death.
I can fabricate why Hyungkeshni came here.
For that, certainty is needed. If I rush without thinking, there will be a setting error, and they’ll think I deceived them, stabbing me again.
I don’t want that.
From the whispers among the soldiers around me, I hear that there’s a big conversation going on between a god and the king.
And there are also voices questioning if I’m really a god.
There’s a smart person.
Hmm.
Then, I need to show easy proof. Something that can make me look like a god.
Reviving after having my head cut off?
My abilities include regeneration, object creation, and the ability to bless.
The most plausible of these is the blessing ability. And it’s the one I’ve been consistently talking about.
I need an older man.
I pointed at one of the knights in front of me.
"I give blessings to the needy."
The knight stared at me with a confused expression, and the king gave me a knowing look. Then, in a trembling voice, he asked me.
"Will he improve if he receives a blessing?"
Huh? A trembling voice? Was there something so touching just now?
"He’ll return to his prime physical form."
In fact, every blessed person has done so until now.
The knight then looked at the king, straightened up, and spoke.
"May I do it?" "Do it."
The knight approached me, took off his solid iron helmet, and tucked it under his arm. He came closer, and his hair had only remained on the sides, a typical aging man.
As a knight, he must have worn the helmet for a long time, so his hair must have been almost gone. If he becomes young again, everything will be solved.
"I hope you receive the blessing."
Hehe.
Yes. This is good. He’s blinded by the immediate gain, and is now too dull to judge what’s happening in this place. When there’s too much surrealism, it’s hard to tell if this is reality, right?
I’ll make it even more dizzying.
I said my usual lines.
"I’ll give myself to you. Then, when you finish everything, I’ll take everything you have. How does that sound?"
He nodded.
I stretched out my arm and touched his light. Then, I pushed myself into it. The light turned black, and the skin on his face started to crack like pottery.
Then, the old skin like pottery fell off, and from within, a man with purple hair and white skin emerged.
Good.
Youth is an easy miracle to understand.
He awkwardly placed his hand on his newly grown hair.
Thud!
The helmet that had been under his arm fell. But he didn’t mind and started touching his newly grown hair.
Then he immediately bowed his head.
"Oh, god. I now realize your presence."
Wait a second.
Is he not bowing because he’s rejuvenated, but because he grew hair? If someone from a country with the Holy Spirit Church suddenly changes gods, I’ll become the bad god!
What if this person is executed for becoming a heretic!
I hurriedly looked at the king, but for some reason, the king looked at the man with a wistful expression. Then, he bowed his head to me again.
"Thank you for your blessing. However, I don’t know what to call you. What should we call you?"
His focus was a bit off, but he was still stunned by the great miracle. If that’s the case, now’s the opportunity. It’s a perfect chance to involve Hyungkeshni somehow.
I pointed at Hyungkeshni.
The audience, who had been watching this ridiculous play while sitting on the floor, jumped in surprise when they were singled out.
"The one who has lived for hundreds of years gave me the title of foreign news. So, please call me that."
This title was given by her. It leaves room to shift the responsibility.
And also, it sows suspicion that she might hate me. She probably does, but now it becomes official hatred.
In the future, she might say something to distort me with bad intentions.
"The Witch of Joy, Hyungkeshni."
If I just say the name, they wouldn’t understand, so I mention the famous title first.
Why is the Witch of Joy famous?
Because she occasionally appears, curses villages, plunders, and then runs away, that’s why she’s known.
Even among the royals, those who have been in the military for a long time mostly know.
"I will forgive you."
Yes. I threw a pardon at the witch’s face.
With this, Hyungkeshni came to attack me but was defeated. And the matter between us ended with me forgiving her.
If there’s any common sense, she’s unlikely to speak of it again. Since she thinks of me as a god, Hyungkeshni now has a higher chance of surviving.
Sigh, troublesome witch.
"I won’t take warmth from you."
To those who don’t know, this might sound like a strange statement, but Hyungkeshni will understand that it means I’m asking her to keep the contract.
Hehe.
Now that the big part is over, I turn to the king to finish the moment.
"Then, I’ll wait until the Holy Spirit Church responds."
I’ve gone back to the beginning and brought up Tis-ha’s related matters. I’ll make them misunderstand that this has always been my purpose.
Consistency adds to the persuasiveness, right?