The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 44. Ophelia Transrente (3)

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A space filled with nothing but darkness was momentarily engulfed by an intense light.

Time passed helplessly, without even realizing what was happening.

And then. When the light faded and the seemingly infinite darkness filled the space again―

――The sensation of falling from a great height.

The first thing felt was the ‘sensation of falling.’

“……!!!”

―Thud!

Is this… … the ground?

No, this place. This is where we were.

There was nothing here, but somehow we could stand on something.

What happened on earth?

Just a moment ago, the only god, Igwogwogwon, was… …

Crunch!

―Are you awake?

“!!!”

It looked around in surprise.

There was nothing. However, the mere fact that a voice echoed made it clear.

That was… … the being I was talking with.

The being with whom I shared the divine grace of Igwogwogwon.

‘What happened?’

―The ‘divine power’ of Igwogwogwon has entered.

‘Yes… that’s right!’

500,000!

An unbelievable number.

The divine power that was crammed in so much!

Without even a moment to shiver, I was overwhelmed by that power.

―Perhaps the reason you took shape was undoubtedly thanks to the divine power.

“!!!”

Shape…?

Only then did it realize the change that had occurred to it.

A hand. This is…a hand. A hand similar to the one that Iguguden possesses!

It repeatedly clenched and unclenched its hand.

‘This is the divine power…!’

―The fact that you were chosen instead of me is also a plain fact of Iguguden.

Plain fact!

“Plain, fact!”

This is what it means to say.

This is what it means to have a voice!

Iguguden!

The hot name choked me up again.

It was definitely different. The feeling of being choked up and actually being choked up!

―Now is the time to grasp the ‘will of the divine.’

“The will of the divine!”

With the power of the divine, ‘it’ that had taken on a minimal form began to communicate with the divine again.

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After donating 500,000 won.

Since the author didn’t reply, I thought about how to guide Ophelia in the future.

Among them, the simplest path—

‘I want to avoid the option of using a miracle to raise Ophelia’s intelligence to understand the will of the divine.’

Ophelia was striving to move forward despite understanding that she couldn’t realize it.

If I were to click and sponsor her, throwing a miracle her way, it might solve the problem for now… but in the end, all her efforts up to this point would surely be in vain.

So, I wanted to help her indirectly.

Rather than forcing her to realize it… I wanted to tell her that it’s okay to move forward without realizing such things.

What’s wrong with being lacking? Aren’t humans originally beings who live with their shortcomings?

I was the same.

Having no friends, I was tricked by a silly TV program as a child and ended up with an absurd phone bill.

Just like that, everyone has a clumsy period. Ophelia’s was just a bit longer than others.

Telling her that ‘it’s okay to act without realizing it’ might be close to escapism in the real world…

But at least.

As long as I am ‘God’, I wanted to create a world where that is the correct answer.

It’s okay to be clumsy. Even if you don’t understand, just acting is good enough, that’s the kind of world I wanted to tell her about.

Isn’t that the power of fiction?

Reflecting things that can’t be achieved in reality and gaining dreams from it, isn’t there something like that?

‘……’

As I was thinking deeply alone, I felt embarrassed for getting too immersed again, so I quickly changed the subject of my thoughts.

Anyway, to be reborn as a holy knight who acts on God’s words without realization, I needed to help her in some form.

‘Wouldn’t it be nice to have an artifact to use when lacking something…?’

Artifact. It didn’t quite hit home.

Moreover, since it’s a possession, if it’s Ophelia who is clumsy enough to often fall, there’s a possibility she might forget it.

‘In games, when lacking abilities, you buy buffs with cash, buy items, and even buy pets that help with hunting…’

Thinking about ‘indirect aids’ without much thought-

‘…Huh?’

Wait a minute.

Pets?

Isn’t this better than I thought?

Even in the game I play, there were pets that picked up items for you or taught you the timing to use skills, providing small help.

Although they were expensive to maintain due to being time-limited, they were essential in terms of convenience, so everyone hired them.

Including me.

If it’s in the form of a ‘pet’, wouldn’t it be possible to care for Ophelia continuously without me having to stick around?

At that moment.

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[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Sorry for being late, Mr. [Igogodon]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Due to the sudden outpouring of ‘divine power’, I needed a moment… to organize things ]

[ Igogodon: Yeah, you’re here, writer ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: First of all… thank you so, so much ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: I never, ever imagined you would bestow so much power upon me ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: How on earth can I repay your sky-high grace, Mr. Igogodon? ]

[ Igogodon: Hahaha, honestly, I think it’s fair considering the value of the drawings you’ve done so far ]

This wasn’t just a compliment to please the writer.

In fact, the writer had been astonishingly producing dozens of comic cuts every single day.

Moreover, perhaps because I showed my liking, they kept including hot spring bathing scenes unrelated to the story progression.

Recently, the Holy Knight part was progressing, allowing me to feast my eyes on various sizes of breasts in three different colors.

Ophelia, with her typical knightly solid body, thick thighs, and the largest chest among the three.

Linnea, although having smaller breasts than her mother, boasted a youthful, lively body that her mother lacked.

[ Igwogwodon: You know ]

[Igwogwodon: I’ve been thinking about it]

[ Igwogwodon: Is this possible? ]

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Some time had passed since Ophelia entered the cathedral as a Holy Knight.

After finishing her daily tasks, Ophelia returned to her room and let out a light sigh.

That day, the words she heard from the Saintess.

The cold reality that she would never be able to understand the will of God.

When she first heard the story, she thought she could overcome it… but as the days went by, her shoulders felt heavier and heavier.

She couldn’t help but notice the curious glances from the priests in the cathedral.

If all of this was a trial, she had to accept it willingly… but for some reason, today it felt particularly difficult.

It was originally time for physical training, but strangely, she couldn’t get into the exercise.

She vaguely noticed.

That her way of thinking was somewhat different from others.

The reason Ophelia could act as a ‘neat knight’ until now was because there were maids who corrected her somewhat unconventional behavior almost 24 hours a day.

Thanks to them, she could safely acquire social skills. What she couldn’t memorize, she studied repeatedly until she barely managed to memorize it.

Even she had a word she couldn’t memorize, and that was God’s ‘plain fact’. No matter how many times she studied it, she couldn’t memorize that word.

Despite being able to grasp the truth of Igwogwodon faster than others thanks to her devout parents who were faithful followers of the Igwogwodon religion.

――She just couldn’t bring herself to think that it was a ‘problem of intelligence’ written in the Bible.

‘…Am I unqualified to be a Holy Knight?’

She enjoyed the honor of being chosen by God, but due to her shortcomings, she wondered if she had ultimately disappointed God as well-

‘…No.’

Ophelia quickly shook her head, then immediately took off her knight’s uniform and changed into active training clothes.

She did some light warm-up exercises and once again steeled her resolve.

‘The more I get bogged down in these thoughts, the less I can move forward. This too must be a trial from God.’

Ophelia thought of her fellow Holy Knight, Luca.

She had heard many stories from her while being close to her.

In a much more difficult environment than herself, until she was finally chosen by the Saintess― she too must have had moments when she wanted to give up, but she worked hard.

Linnea could not be left out either.

From the perspective of the royal family, it must have taken tremendous determination to abandon her name and enter as a Holy Knight solely for the will of God.

Everyone is the same.

Despite carrying their own burdens, they move forward without stopping.

‘Even if I may never understand it for the rest of my life… Still, I will do what I can.’

Instead of asking what God can do for you, think about what you can do for God.

That was Ophelia’s path.

And because Ophelia had such a steady heart―

“…Huh?”

―God couldn’t help but find her endearing.

‘What is it?’

Hearing a knock on the door, she quickly opened it, wondering if the saintess had come to visit-

“?”

In front of her eyes, there was no human figure at all.

Just as she thought she might have misheard, she realized there was something at her feet and lowered her head――

“!!!”

――A rabbit.

A small, cute rabbit with eyes as black and round as sunflower seeds, and fur as white and fluffy as could be.

“Ikogodon.”

Making a slightly strange crying sound, it looked up at Ophelia.