The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 39. What even she could not imagine

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Since that day.

“I, Eirene von Einsberg, to lead the long history of the Einsberg family to the yet unreached beyond, will accept the Igwodon faith from today. The new state religion of our empire is the Igwodon faith!”

The emperor’s decree, including the clause to make the Igwodon faith the state religion, was officially proclaimed.

It was a very historic moment when the state religion, abolished after the noodle soup sales incident, was revived.

At the same time, Saint Erin was meeting with high-ranking officials and prominent noble figures who had risen to key positions in the state.

The common point was that they all had strong unbeliever tendencies.

The interview times were not very long. As short as 10 minutes, and at most around 30 minutes.

However, despite the short amount of time spent—there were many changes.

The beginning of the change was that those who had been interviewed with the saint were completely different from before.

“Are you saying you will go out to help the people, Baron?”

“Yes. After all, everything that exists belongs to Igwogodon-sama. What meaning is there for a mere human like me to hold so much wealth? Besides, many must have suffered due to the plague that started in the Gracia region recently. I think it’s the perfect time to share Igwogodon-sama’s plain facts.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m ashamed even now. The fact that I was obsessed with accumulating unnecessary wealth without understanding the profound meaning of Igwogodon-sama’s words, ‘It’s all mine.’ Anyway, I have no intention of changing my mind, so proceed as such.”

Although the Baron of the Roengreen family, who operated a large merchant guild and amassed considerable wealth, had a reputation for bad rumors, he suddenly flung open the vault door.

“Is it true that you are willing to share the research of the Magic Tower…?”

The shocking declaration of the Fire Attribute Magic Tower’s Tower Master, who had recently had an audience with the First Princess Yuria.

The wizards serving her asked several times in disbelief, but… the Tower Master’s will was unyieldingly firm.

“The reason we can use magic is simply because some people happen to feel the plain facts of God more vividly. In other words, it is merely luck that they were chosen by God, and it is not determined by innate bloodlines. Somewhere in this world, there must be sprouts with talent but unable to use magic due to their low status and lack of knowledge It is not about flaunting the ability to use magic and being recognized wherever you go—”

—Isn’t it our duty, as those who lead the Magic Tower, to discover such people?

“I do not think the Tower Master’s intention is inherently bad. However, Tower Master, all the Magic Towers have developed through independent research and competition. Our Fire Attribute Magic Tower has also received funding from the royal family through competition. In such a situation , if we were to disclose our know-how to everyone—”

“I used to think that way too. When I was trapped in the foolish notion that magic was something grand.”

The Tower Master spoke with eyes closed, trembling.

“Even magic is ultimately composed of the plain facts of Igogodon. It merely mimics and reproduces God’s power to a slight degree… I realized this too late.”

“Pardon…?”

“Anyway, you don’t have to worry about the funding. Read this. It is part of the decree that His Majesty issued recently.”

The wizard, who received the paper handed over by the Tower Master, read it for a long time with an expression of disbelief.

“The Magic Tower funding… is determined by how well one understands the plain facts of Igogodon…??”

“Of course. Magic is ultimately just a mere imitation of God’s power. Without understanding this fact, one cannot become a proper wizard. The more you understand Igogodon, the stronger magic you can use. This is the new definition of magic in this era .”

—The Fire Attribute Magic Tower, known for being the most exclusive and aggressive, opened its doors to everyone.

And that wasn’t all.

The footsteps of Saint Erin, who walked with the words of Igogodon, were changing everything down to the smallest details.

“His Majesty the Emperor seems like a different person.”

“Yes. It used to be frightening just to face him… but now he has become much more compassionate.”

“Princess Yuria has also changed. She used to not tolerate even the smallest slip of the tongue… but now she seems to exchange light jokes.”

The evaluation of the royal family among the retainers was rapidly improving.

In fact, Eirene was destined to be ousted if time continued as it was. She was fated to be deposed and sacrificed as the harbinger of a new era.

However, God did not acknowledge that. God wanted Eirene to truly reform even now.

Thus, fate twisted.

Emperor Eirene was destined to become a beloved wise ruler by her retainers and beyond, by her people.

In reality, after meeting with Erin, Eirene drastically reduced the excessive luxury for maintaining the dignity of the royal family.

‘An accomplished woman does not cling to unnecessary things like luxury, and dignity is determined by how mature one’s character is, not by luxurious attire,’ was the reason.

The remaining finances were not used wastefully. First, they addressed the excessively high tax rates imposed due to political issues despite the plague.

“Thank you so much… It was so hard due to consecutive poor harvests and the plague…”

“It’s good to be moved by His Majesty’s will, but I hope you don’t forget that everything is thanks to the plain facts of Igwogwodon.”

Those who might oppose this decision had already tasted Erin’s Bible.

Igwogwodon’s words were changing the world. And in a very ideal direction.

Conflicts were gradually disappearing, and people were being drawn closer together by the keyword Igwogwodon.

Everyone shares trust, love, and hope for the future, all wrapped in the name of plain facts.

In this situation, Linea… could do nothing but observe the situation without saying a word.

It was certainly a terrifying sight to see those who met the saint suddenly become different people.

Everything that made up a person was changing as if the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down by an existence that humans could never understand.

It was certainly a fearful thing… but somehow, as a result, more smiles were blooming on people’s faces.

‘……’

Linea recalled the conversation with Yuria, who had been kneeling and crying out Igwogwodon’s name.

“S-sister? What the saint used… was it white magic?”

“Don’t say such blasphemous things, Linea. I was, I was foolish. If the talent to use magic itself wasn’t Igwogwodon’s love, it would have been impossible… A magician is just an existence that imitates Igwogwodon’s miracle. I had no idea… Igwogwodon took a very long time to make me realize properly… Ah…”

Yuria said that Igwogwodon had held onto her and reformed her to the end, even though she kept refusing to believe in the existence of God.

From Linea’s perspective, only about ten minutes had passed, but what she experienced seemed to have consumed much more time.

Such magic had never been reported in academia. Even if there were a few magics that projected a fantasy world, there was no magic that twisted the concept of time and space so radically.

Then, is this not magic but truly a miracle of God?

Whatever it was, seeing someone who had just said there was no God change so suddenly… was enough to make Linea think a lot.

While she was agonizing over it, time passed―

Finally, the day to officially appoint a plate of holy knights arrived.

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The grand hall of Igwogwodon Cathedral, which had become much larger after disposing of all the old things.

In a situation where all the high priests, cardinals, and popes were gathered, the saint on the altar approached the three kneeling female knights, holding the Bible tightly.

A red-haired female knight with pure beliefs that matched her outstanding abilities.

A female knight who carried her family in the white ribbon tied to her black hair, never giving up even if she was broken.

A female knight from the imperial family who willingly devoted herself to the religious world to become a bridgehead.

“Ophelia Transrente.”

“Yes!”

“Luca Hebnishian.”

“Yes!”

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“Linea von Einsberg.”

“……Yes.”

Erin slowly closed her eyes.

If possessing everything is the will of the one true God, Igwogwodon… then being able to achieve that is the reason for her existence.

“I solemnly declare in the name of Igwogwodon that the three of you will be appointed as ‘Holy Knights of the Igwogwodon Church’.”

“Igwogwodon!”

“Gw―men……”

The moment when three Holy Knights were chosen for the first time in history.

At a time when the demonic energy felt across the continent was growing stronger and the frequency of monster appearances was increasing, the selection of Holy Knights had become a much more significant event than when it was first announced, attracting the attention of many.

When it was announced that the three would be chosen, ignoring tradition, many were bewildered― but the countless priests who witnessed the divine, plain facts changing the world for the better no longer doubted the words of Saint Erin or the will of Igwogwodon.

Instead of doubt, there were hot tears. Tears of sincere priests, born from the joy of witnessing the moment of God’s choice during their lifetime!

“Long live Igwogwodon!”

“Long live Saint Erin!”

Amidst the cheers pouring down on her, Erin recalled a past so desperate that it was unimaginable in the present.

The moment she fled from the desperate situation where all the villagers had died.

She didn’t know it then, but now she could understand. The water to drink and the food to eat were given to her at that time were all the grace of Igwogwodon.

Without Igwogwodon, she could not have become a saint. No, it’s not about being a saint. She would have died. Right there, miserably, just like her family.

‘Igwogwodon…!’

Even the plain facts given to her so far were already an overwhelming grace that she could never repay.

Therefore, she decided not to rely on Igwogwodon unilaterally anymore.

Saint Erin was the one closest to Igwogwodon on earth.

Naturally, she could understand that the more she used God’s power, the more Igwogwodon’s strength would diminish.

The more Igwogwodon cherished her and changed the world for the better, the more she instinctively realized that Igwogwodon could not use that power for herself.

Igwogwodon loved Erin.

And Erin also loved Igwogwodon.

As a believer, as a saint, and as a woman.

Yes, there was no need to hide it now. As a woman, Erin deeply revered and adored Igwogwodon. To the point where she wanted to embrace everything about him with her body.

Therefore, she could arrogantly think. Just as God became her will, she hoped that her existence could dare to become God’s will.

‘From now on, I will not blindly rely on Igwogwodon. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not pray recklessly but will spread Igwogwodon’s will with the plain facts you have already given me. I will share the love you have given me with everyone, creating a beautiful world where everyone shares the plain facts.’

Erin’s heart was truly admirable even from God’s perspective.

How pitiful it is to worry about God itself when everyone else praises only the miracles of God!

It was an incredibly lovely heart, but…

There was something that Erin, a creature who could only perceive a fraction of God’s heart and could not glimpse into God’s realm, could not bear to think of.

That was――

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[ #Eomssut : Oh, Guild Master ]

[ #Eomssut : Hello!! [It’s been a long time]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : Hi hi ]

[ #Shoshot : While you were away, a good item came up for nickname auction ]

[ #Shoshot : [Love] ＜＜＜ This one seems like it will be sold for seven million won ]

[ #Shoshot : Didn’t you load up some bullets to get a pretty rare nickname, Guild Master? ]

[ #Eomssut : I heard you were willing to go up to 1000 bullets last time ㄷㄷㄷㄷ big spender ]

[ #Dapdu: Wow, welcome back, Guild Master~~~! ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : Ah, hahaha, the nickname is good, but ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : It doesn’t matter anymore ]

[ #Shoshot : ? ]

[ #Judyujudu : Wow, it’s the Guild Master hi hi ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : By the way, didn’t you say you wanted to buy my helmet, Vice Guild Master? ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : I’ll sell it to you cheap, let’s go to Earth Code ]

[ #Shoshot : Huh???? You’re selling the +23 helmet?? That’s the ultimate item for thieves ]

[ #Shoshot : Are you changing your class? ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : No, I’m not changing my class ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : I’m quitting this money-eating trash game ]

[ #Igwokgwokgwokgeodeon : I found something more fun ]

――The divine power that Igwokgwokgeodeon had wielded until now was nothing from God’s perspective.