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47 – Cultist

The results of the ritual to summon a new hero shook each faction.

Just looking at the result, the summoning failed.

But at the same time, the priests present, including the Pope, heard the voice of the goddess.

『I have only one hero. I cannot give you any more heroes.』

Opinions were divided about what this goddess said.

The opinion is that since the hero has just arrived, it is not possible to send down more heroes.

Most people supported this opinion.

Another opinion is that someone from another country has already summoned a new hero.

Opinions were divided on this.

The ritual of summoning a hero requires an enormous amount of magical power, divine power, and complex procedures.

The warrior’s bloodline is to increase the success rate, so in the worst case, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, but is it possible to secretly prepare this amount of magical power and divine power?

It was almost impossible.

However, it was not completely impossible.

And lastly, the opinion that the hero survived and is alive somewhere.

This opinion was close to the opinion expressed by only a very small number of people.

More than anything, the three colleagues who were with the hero at the time testified that they confirmed that the hero was certain to die.

The last appearance of the warrior who thrust the holy sword into the heart of the Demon King and at the same time lost his life to the Demon King’s blow and died.

The story had already been spread by her three colleagues, so it was no exaggeration to say that most high-ranking people in each country knew about it.

So the opinion that the hero might be alive was almost buried.

But either way, it was clear that there was currently almost no way to oppose the Demon King’s army.

When those gathered to summon a new warrior were confused as to what to do, the first to move was Pope Francis.

“…There’s probably a good reason why the goddess doesn’t give us new heroes. We’re going to rescue civilians.”

Numerous priests who originally gathered to summon new warriors, and the divine power they possessed.

However, as the summoning of the warriors ended in failure, their divine power remained unused.

In that case, it is the goddess’s will to use the remaining divine power to provide relief to the powerless.

Pope Francesca, who decided to think so, decided to be the first to leave the imperial capital.

“Siella, what are you going to do?”

But before that, Pope Francis asked Ciella, who followed him.

Will she follow him or stay in the ecliptic?

Although Siella Frost was married to the crown prince, she was also a saint belonging to the church.

Because she was that way, her Pope gave her her choice.

Siella was embarrassed, but her head was spinning furiously.

If you go out to rescue civilians with the priests of the church, you will be doing relief work near the battlefield, and even if you stay in the imperial capital, you will go out to support the soldiers fighting on the battlefield.

Either way, it was certain that we would end up near the battlefield.

Ciella looked at her and eventually lowered her head and said.

Siella was clearly feeling guilty about this situation.

And, those who share the ‘sin’ that makes them feel that.

She didn’t have the courage to go away from them alone.

“…I will stay here.”

“Okay, then do whatever you want.”

The Pope did not capture Ciella.

Since I was treating her as her own child that she gave up anyway, I didn’t plan on paying much attention to what choice she made.

While others were contemplating their future, the church team led by the Pope escaped the ecliptic that way.

After the Pope and the believers of the Goddess Church left the Imperial Capital, the magicians of the Magic Tower who had lost their goal remained in the Imperial Capital.

The crown prince was also desperately trying to think of the next solution.

Of course, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t come up with a good solution, so he took the stress out on those around him.

Then there was a group that came to visit the crown prince.

“Your Highness, there are people who urgently want to see you.”

“What? I’m busy right now…”

“They say there is a secret way to win against the Demon King’s army, and they can help.”

Prince Freud would normally have no intention of meeting suspicious people whose identity he does not know.

But now, with crises coming from all directions, the crown prince had no choice but to be swayed by their words.

“Come on in.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The crown prince pledged to meet them.

The three wives stood next to the crown prince.

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What came was a group wearing dark red robes.

Five people, the most representative of them stepped forward.

“Meet His Royal Highness Crown Prince Freud Ira Halfas.”

“No need to say hello. I’m sure you said you have a secret plan to win against the Demon King’s army, right?”

Hearing Prince Freud’s words, the man who represented him smiled.

“Yes, of course. I am confident that we will be able to win against the Demon King’s army as long as there are no major surprises.”

“So, what is the secret plan?”

“I am a hero.”

Hearing those words, the crown prince frowned.

A hero, that damn hero.

I tried to summon a hero just recently, but it failed.

The crown prince screamed in boiling anger.

“Are you kidding me?!”

“Please calm down, Your Majesty. Goddess Erdiya certainly did not send down a warrior.”

“Yes! It has already failed! Let’s do it now…”

The man said with a grin to the prince who was so angry.

“…But what if a new hero is given by another god, not the goddess?”

“……What?”

The unexpected words left the crown prince speechless.

And when Ciella Frost heard those words, she gasped.

“…The fanatic Verdermi will give you a new hero.”

“And…Fanaticism…”

Ciella muttered with her pale face.

Gwangshinism.

It is a religion that serves the fanatic Verdermi, and unlike the Goddess Church, which was designated as a state religion, the Fanatic Church was designated as a xie jiao.

Unlike other minority religions, followers of a fanatic religion designated as a cult because their religious rituals are so bizarre and cruel.

Of course, facing them like that, Siella, a member of the Goddess Church, couldn’t have had a good expression.

“…Are you confident that you will succeed?”

“Yes, of course. Your Majesty. In the name of this cult leader, Trigel.”

The crown prince looks like he is thinking for a moment.

But the worries didn’t last long before the crown prince opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“So, if you guys help me, what do you want in return?”

“hahahaha, I don’t have that big of a wish. Just…”

Sect leader Trigel said with a smile.

“…Only if you recognize our religious fanaticism as the state religion of the empire.”

“Huh, are you saying it’s barely that good?”

Prince Freud speaks as if that is nothing.

In fact, Ciella, who was listening to the story next to him, looked like she was about to faint.

“So, when can I start?”

“If you’re ready, right now.”

Hearing Trigel’s words, the crown prince turned to Alessa, who was standing next to him.

“Alessa, are the mages you brought with you still in the ecliptic?”

“Uh…Yes, I still have it…”

“Call them. You have to wait inside the imperial palace until you are ready.”

As the fanatic group led by the religious leader retreated, Siella, with a pale expression, shouted.

“Sir…Your Highness…!! Are you serious? They are fanatics! They are cultists!!”

“What does that mean?”

“Not only will we borrow the power of cultists, but we will also recognize them as the state religion! That’s…!!”

Siela desperately screams evil.

Ciella’s face whipped around with the sound of her sharp blow.

The crown prince’s palm struck her face.

“It’s noisy! Isn’t it time to use any means possible to win against the demons?”

Ciella has a blank expression on her face as she gets hit.

The crown prince continued to burn his anger towards Siella.

“Why are you talking about being a cultist or something because the goddess did something for you in the first place? If the goddess won’t help her, then what’s wrong with her asking a fanatic for help?!”

Prince Freud, who radiates anger to a frightening degree.

Siella was unable to say anything due to that burning anger and spirit.

Priests of the Goddess Church who left Hanhwangdo and carried out relief work around the battlefield.

And Pope Francis, who leads them, has almost finished relief work around the battlefield.

Now that the area around the battlefield was settled, it was time to reach out to areas that were out of reach.

I heard that there are many people suffering from the requisition of various military provisions, even if they are actually far from the battlefield.

To put it bluntly, it is said that there are people who abandon children or, in extreme cases, kill them in order to reduce the number of children they eat.

So, I was thinking of dividing the priests here.

Those who will remain and continue relief work in this area that may become a battlefield again.

And those who will tour the other side and carry out relief work.

Pope Francesca, who was considering staffing, suddenly realized that she had lost her mind.

“Well… Did you fall asleep? I guess I overdid it in many ways…”

Pope Francesca had the belief that she should do her daily work within a range that is not excessive.

It was the first time she fell asleep while watching her work.

When Pope Francis looked up from the thought of sleeping straight up in his bed, it was a space he had never seen before.

A space filled with bright light everywhere.

But Pope Francesca understood his own situation right away.

In fact, it was the second time that Pope Francis saw this scene.

『Francesca, my faithful servant…』

“Oh…Goddess…!!”

This is the voice of the goddess Erdiya.

That voice he heard only once, when he was made Pope.

There was no way Francesca could forget this voice, which was an experience that would remain in her life.

『Francesca, go west.』

“West…?”

『Go west…Help my children.』

“Going to the west…Helping the children…? Goddess…What is that…!!”

Pope Francesca had many things she wanted to ask the goddess, including about the warrior.

But when she raised her head to ask more details, she was already in front of her desk where she was sitting.

Francesca slowly stood up from her seat, as if she were possessed.

“…West.”

The words left by Goddess Erdiya remained clearly in Pope Francesca’s mind.