The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 12. Who will you choose?

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Even after becoming a saint, there wasn’t a significant increase in the number of things she had to do.

From the beginning, just the fact that she could hear the voice of the god— Igwogwodon, was enough to fulfill her value as a saint.

What she was given was not duty, but power. The power of a saint.

As the only being who could communicate with the god, she was already fulfilling her role without doing anything, so the religious community did not bother her.

Just the existence of a saint increased the influence of the religious people.

Erin’s words were the will of the god Igwogwodon. In other words, at least in the religious community, there was no one who could oppose Erin.

A new saint who appeared after 200 years.

A month after the saint was produced. The power of the church was reaching the sky. Not only in the power struggle with the imperial family, but also the support and faith of the people were naturally growing rapidly.

Many people were talking about the teachings of Igwogwodon. Even those who had never read the Bible knew at least the three plain facts contained in ‘A Plate of Plain Facts’.

The most surprising thing here was― Erin’s value as a saint was increasing day by day.

“Has the divine power pouch… grown even more?”

“Yes.”

Erin tried to speak as calmly as possible, but she was also just a human, not a god. She couldn’t completely hide the sense of pride she felt inside.

Cecilia, the priestess who served her, also bowed her head deeply in disbelief, showing her respect.

“I have never heard of a nun whose divine power pouch grows at such a rapid pace even after becoming an adult. Recently, you created bread and wine out of nothing, and now your divine power pouch… Indeed, Saint, you are “an exemplary figure for all nuns.”

“What have I done? It was only possible because of the plain facts of Lord Igogoten.”

Yes, all Erin did was pray.

When she prayed out of pity for the starving poor, bread and wine fell from the sky and sprang from the ground.

The bodies of the sick and afflicted, which could not be healed even by the white magic of the priests, were cured.

Even recently, a person who couldn’t walk was able to walk normally, and a blind person regained the light of the world.

The grace of Lord Igogoten! The plain facts of Lord Igogoten!

Although miracles happened every time she prayed, Erin did not take it for granted.

She was aware that ‘too many miracles could be a burden to God.’ She didn’t know the reason or cause, but it was as natural as being born and breathing.

Nevertheless, the fact that miracles occurred was enough to widely spread faith in the one and only Lord Igogoten.

Moreover, recently, her divine power pouch—her chest—had also grown.

This must also be the grace of Lord Igogoten. Erin instinctively knew that her enlarged divine power pouch was undoubtedly the will of Lord Igogoten.

God had cherished her heart. Even now, the words ‘Erin’s chuchu is so big’ vividly echoed in her ears just by closing her eyes.

She felt her stomach tickle again. It was a religious pleasure incomparable to anything else for Erin.

She wanted to receive as many of Lord Igogoten’s plain facts into her body as possible.

“Anyway, please mend the clothes. Make sure they can support Lord Igogoten’s divine power pouch.”

If not mended, the clothes might tear and burst out at any moment.

That must not happen. Unlike the nuns, the saint must not carelessly reveal her divine power pouch to anyone. Her body was prepared solely for Lord Igogoten.

“There is also the option of preparing new clothes for the saint, considering your growth.”

“No. I like these clothes. These clothes were a gift from God.”

Erin said, holding the hem of her clothes tightly as if handling a precious item.

If it bore the traces of Lord Igogoten, she wanted to cherish it, including the clothes.

“I see. I apologize. If you set the clothes aside, I will take care of them.”

Cecilia, without any doubt, moved on to the next topic.

“The next agenda is that you must soon choose a holy knight to guard you, Saint.”

A holy knight.

It meant to select a knight to represent the church and guard the saint closely.

Since a saint had appeared for the first time in 200 years, naturally, a holy knight would also be chosen for the first time in 200 years, and the interest in this was extremely high.

As only female knights could be chosen to serve the Saint 24 hours a day, being chosen was the pinnacle of a knight’s career. The one and only Holy Knight in the world, protecting the one and only Saint in the world, was born!

Given such a position, it was inevitable that only the ‘best’ would be selected.

Although the Saint made the final choice, it would naturally cause confusion if someone who didn’t even meet the basic requirements was chosen as a Holy Knight, wouldn’t it?

Cecilia handed over three photos and said,

“These are the final candidates.”

Erin did not look at the photos but bowed her head and closed her eyes.

“It would be meaningless for me to judge these people. Everything is up to the one and only God, Igogodon.”

“I think so too, but… I hope the Saint can understand with her broad divine power that I have no choice but to convey the Pope’s words.”

Even the imperial family, while saying they understood God’s will a hundred times over, kept filing complaints that it would be good if the nun’s attire could consider the basic sentiments of the nation. The church couldn’t ignore the imperial family.

By the way, this ‘attire debate’ has been a topic for hundreds of years, fluctuating between times when the divine right was strong and when the imperial power was strong, and it still hasn’t been resolved satisfactorily.

The church’s rightful claim that the divine power pouch should be exposed as much as possible according to Igogodon’s words, and the secular emperor’s claim that while it’s good to naturally reveal the importance of the divine power pouch, it would be more appropriate to cover the side chest for the sake of sentiment.

The religious community, including Erin, naturally sided with the former, but the imperial family pretended to accept it while harboring dissatisfaction.

Indeed.

Within the religious community, Erin was invincible.

But outside the religious community, in the world beyond the church? In a world that didn’t treat the Bible as more than a holy relic?

While she would maintain the position and sincere courtesy as a representative of the church, wielding absolute power like in the cathedral was impossible.

It was impossible to completely ignore each of these debates.

Nevertheless, Erin, the Saint herself, didn’t pay much attention to such political matters.

She didn’t hear Igogodon’s voice to become a Saint; she became a Saint because she naturally heard Igogodon’s voice.

While it was important to expand the church’s influence and spread God’s word, for her, the existence of God, Igogodon, was far more important than the spreading itself.

So far, she had just let similar stories she heard pass by, but now, it was time to properly witness it.

Choosing a Holy Knight was ultimately an official act of deciding her own, and by extension, the religious community’s stance.

Cecilia pointed to the photos with her finger and said,

“First, this is Ophelia Transrente. She is praised as ‘the closest female knight to a Holy Knight in the empire’ and is supported by many priests and nuns, including His Holiness the Pope. She prides herself on her devout faith in Igogodon. “

“And this is Linnea von Einsberg. As you can infer from her surname, she is a female knight from the imperial family. While her devout faith in God is lacking compared to Ophelia, selecting Linnea as a Holy Knight would stabilize relations with the imperial family.”

After finishing her explanation, Cecilia bowed her head.

“These two are the ones to watch. Both are fully qualified to be Holy Knights, so the final choice is up to the Saint.”

“No. As I said, I am merely a vessel to convey God’s words. I have no choice.”

Erin bowed her head again and clasped her hands.

Prayer.

The only means to communicate with the great absolute being who brought Erin to this place.

‘Lord Igwogwo. I dare to hope that you will illuminate the path ahead with your hand. I, Erin, swear to uphold your will no matter what. “Lord Igwogwo, please choose.”

―Who will you appoint as the Holy Knight?

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Clap, clap, clap.

I found myself clapping while staring at the monitor screen after checking the latest update. I couldn’t help it.

Are they setting up a new BM here?