I Am the Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings but the Demons Are Obsessed With Me - I Am the Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings but the Demons Are Obsessed With Me chapter 48

48 – Welfare of the Disabled

A church is a place where it is difficult for half-humans and half-horses to enter.

When the priests see a half-man, half-demon, they don’t go out of their way to kill him like the Inquisitors who saw heresy. It’s a bit ambiguous, but… First of all, the priests tended to respect even half-humans and half-horses in their own way. That doesn’t mean there wasn’t discrimination, but it was like that anyway.

The reason why it is difficult to enter the church.

It was simply because of the demonic energy flowing in the blood. The blood of demons, who showed an allergic reaction to the ‘blessing of the goddess’, was difficult to tolerate in a church filled with divine power. Therefore, even when receiving treatment through divine power, a half-human, half-demon feels burning pain. Like Easter, who is a ‘former saint’, she is okay because if she pours out a huge amount of divine power in an instant, the magic energy cannot even fight back.

The divine power flowing through the church was at a vaguely painful level. It was not at all weak like the chapel, nor was it strong enough to suppress demonic energy like that of the saint.

It was natural to be reluctant to go in.

『I didn’t know Raine hated her pain!』

“No, I’m a human too…?”

『I thought she was a pervert who enjoyed pain because she just laughed even when her arm was cut off and her back was split in half. Wasn’t it?』

“…It’s just because I’m used to the pain.”

『Are you actually enjoying it?』

“No.”

Leaving behind Sharp’s habitual slander.

I waited in front of the church for a while. Then I took a deep breath and went inside.

The demonic energy flowing through her veins bubbled in opposition to her divine power. It felt like itchy bugs crawling all over my body. This is why I didn’t want to join the church….

『Oh, was it tickling the problem?』

“Uh.”

『Then it’s true that you like pain!』

“….”

The inside of the church was pure white, as if it were a different world from the outside. As I looked at the pure white walls, clean and spotless thanks to divine power, I felt like my heart was turning pure white.

Or, you may feel a childish desire to scribble on that white wall.

I stopped inside the entrance and looked at the scene blankly, then went a little further inside. The divine power has become slightly stronger.

『Rain… I feel bad here! I feel sick!』

Sharp suddenly started whining. Probably ‘the devil’… Since the body was transformed by the power of an old god, it seemed to be affected by divine power.

I went further inside and stopped in front of a wooden door leading to one side of the platform. And then there was a knock on the door.

After waiting a while, an answer came from inside the door.

– “Yes… who are you…?”

“Priest, can we talk for a moment?”

– “Wait a minute….”

The voice was thin.

The voice was different from the bishop of the ‘Free City’ I knew. Of course, it’s been quite a while since I last visited here, so it’s not surprising that things have changed in that time….

‘Priestess… ?’

The ‘priests’ in this world had no distinction between men and women. In a way, it was natural since God was a ‘goddess’ to begin with.

But… To mention a bit of prejudice, it was common for a man to be the bishop of a city far away from the Holy Kingdom, such as the Free Cities. In the case of a bishop, since he has ‘all’ religious authority in the region, he needs to demonstrate a certain level of charisma.

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Of course, there was a possibility that the owner of the voice was not the bishop. The voice was very young, and there was a possibility that he was simply a visitor like himself. If he was waiting alone in the bishop’s office, he would be at least a priest.

After waiting for a while, a slightly intimidated young woman wearing a priest’s uniform came outside.

She then looked at me blankly and opened her mouth.

“Demons…?”

“I’m half human and half horse.”

“Ah… Uh… Sorry…”

Speech was a little slow. I got the impression that she was weak because she stretched out her tongue as if she were talking.

The woman scratched her cheek as if she was sorry, then slightly bowed her head and greeted me.

“My name is White… I am the leader of the Free City Parish…”

“Ah, yes, Bishop.”

This person was a bishop.

I bowed my head and revealed my pseudonym.

“It’s called Half-Man, Half-Mine Heights.”

『Rain is Rain, right?』

It was not that uncommon to use an assumed name in the Free City. Freedom City is literally a city of people who pursue ‘freedom’ to the fullest.

There were many criminals who went into exile, but there were not many cases where public order problems occurred. To be more precise, I should say that because the original atmosphere was rough, there weren’t many ‘problematic’ incidents. In this city, which is full of nasty sailors and merchants with several escorts, there are few big-hearted people who do anything worth noticing.

So I roughly gave a pseudonym.

“That name… Is a lie…?”

“…Yes?”

I was suddenly caught.

I don’t think I heard Sharp’s voice….

‘Is this a blessing from the goddess?’

I was curious how someone who seemed so powerless became the bishop of the ‘Free City’.

It appears that this person is a human being with the ‘blessing of the goddess’, just like a warrior or a saint.

Detecting ‘lies’ is an ability that can be useful anywhere, but especially in this free city established with merchants, it is an ability that is more threatening than the strength of a great hero. Since he received the blessing of the goddess, it is not strange for him to become a bishop, and it is also a natural step for him to be assigned to the position of bishop of the Free City diocese where he can utilize that blessing.

“Oh, sorry. I use an alias in this city. I call it Ucheon.”

“This time… It’s real…”

『This person’s speaking style is so unique! Why… Like this… The horse tail… Increasing… It’s a deal… ?』

Sharp, isn’t your tone of voice getting more and more rude… ?

It doesn’t matter since only I can hear it anyway, but what should I say?

I feel a little weird because it feels like I’m talking behind my back.

『Ah, there was no malice! I knew it would be fun… Ugh, that was definitely rude. Sorry!”

It didn’t matter to me if you cursed as much as you wanted.

Still, I hope you’ll refrain from talking like that to other people.

『Do you want me to only curse at Lane? Is that really your preference?』

Ignoring Sharp’s habitual slander, he brought up the business that came to the bishop.

“Bishop. The reason I came here is because I have something I would like to suggest.”

“A proposal…?”

“Yes. I’m planning to start some kind of business… For the disabled. It will be a charity project.”

“Charity…Business…?”

The word ‘charity work’ seems to be unfamiliar not only to Sharpe, a character from the mythical era, but also to Bishop White, a person of the present age.

Business is ultimately a means of making more money.

It was natural that it seemed far from the concept of ‘charity’, which involves sharing what one has with one’s neighbors and helping the poor.

“I want to create some tools and infrastructure for people with disabilities. In the process, I want to help those in need and receive help from those who can afford it.”

“It’s the truth…”

“Wheelchair as a tool for people who cannot use their legs, sign language as a behavioral language for the mute or deaf, a ramp for people who have difficulty climbing stairs, abbreviated Braille for the blind, and a breeding facility for training dogs to help them, “A vocational training center to enable these people to work on their own, and a job placement agency to mediate them….”

I continued to recite the necessary things one by one.

It was surprising to me, but it occurred to me that this world had no means at all for these ‘minorities’. Even though it is a world where the level of civilization and education is not that low due to magic. Considering that even public security and administrative power are not that far behind compared to modern times….

‘Is it because of magic?’

In this world, a few people with wealth or power were able to ‘overcome’ their disabilities.

The power of magic is so close to being omnipotent that it is possible to accomplish many ‘impossible’ things, although it may be less universal or efficient than engineering.

In the first place, aren’t I a human who can grow back even if my arm is cut off? Even ordinary people could cure most defects by using elixir or archbishop-level divine power.

Of course, it is impossible to receive that level of treatment simply because you have a lot of money.

First of all, it was important that it was possible. After all, isn’t it the same for the powerless and the poor, even if they don’t have a disability?

Therefore, there was no way to create something just for ‘disabled people’.

Denominations also support the disabled and the poor, but they simply provide free meals or a place to live where they can avoid freezing to death.

It is inevitable that professionalism will decline.

“…By making these things, we want to support the lives of people with disabilities. So, Bishop, can you help us?”

“What is it…?”

“Yes?”

“I only understood half of it… But this isn’t something you can come up with by thinking about it for only a few months… No… Years… Right?”

Oh, did I say too much at once?

If you say too many unfamiliar words, you will feel like a fraud.

Of course, as long as there is a ‘blessing’, I wouldn’t think that way.

It must be burdensome to help with something you don’t understand.

Thinking like that, I would like to add an explanation that can be understood.

“I’ll help you…”

“Yes?”

“In the name of the diocese… All the members of the Free City diocese will help you…”

Uh….

You haven’t specifically told me what you want help with yet? What if I am an imposter who cleverly tells her the truth but twists her facts to rob her of ‘her blessings’?

You must have noticed my gaze filled with such puzzlement.

Bishop White smiled softly and spoke in a still loose voice.

“A person who worries about so many things for others… Cannot be a bad person…”

In that way, I gained the authority to deal with the members of the Free City diocese.