The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 31



Episode 31. I’m not really trying to do this

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Drurrr, drurrr.

Huh? What? Is it already all gone?

No. That can’t be… That can’t be!!

[IguoGuodeon: Is this the end of this chapter?? ]

[ GiveMeSomeMoney : That’s right. ]

[ GiveMeSomeMoney : Will you like Airenne’s ‘Process of Enlightenment’? ]

Like it?

It’s not just liking it.

‘It’s so delicious!!’

Delicious!

First of all, I liked that my ‘survey’ had a big impact on Airenne.

No, how could ‘The 36-Year-Old Virgin Empress Who Doesn’t Know Blond-Haired, Blue-Eyed, Busty Men Experiences Her First Corruption’ be unappetizing?

I mixed delicious things with delicious things!

[IguoGuodeon: I literally read this while doing a handstand and clapping. It’s so, so funny. Author, this is a masterpiece! ]

[IguoGuodeon: Well done~! Ah!! The ripe Empress is so, so fragrant!! ]

[ GiveMeSomeMoney : I’m so glad ‘The World’s Response’ reached IguoGuodeon-nim well. ]

I scrolled up the cut again.

Where my gaze stopped. The scene of Airenne bathing.

Really, it was unnecessarily detailed. The depiction of her armpits, for example, or the scene where the hot spring water overflows because of her incredibly large breasts, shows its overwhelming presence from various angles.

From the perspective of story progression, it would be a ‘cut to increase the volume’ without meaning… but… for me, the consumer, there couldn’t be a more meaningful scene. I could eat three bowls of rice just from this.

And the fact that the indecent nun’s habit, with her side breasts practically popping out, was drenched and clinging to her body… I had to calm down the other self everyone harbors in their hearts while reading it…

‘Ha… .’

I love mature busty women!

I’ve already decided on the keywords I’ll search later.

[IguoGuodeon: But there’s something that’s bothering me. ]

[ IguoGuodeon: In the last cut, ‘The happy time didn’t last long’ ＜＜ What does this mean? ]

[ GiveMeSomeMoney : It means exactly what it says…? ]

No.

I absolutely, abso-lutely don’t mean to nitpick.

[IguoGuodeon: I’m really just asking. ]

[IguoGuodeon: It’s just… it’s kind of bothering me, haha;;;; ]

(Note: All characters mentioned are fictional and over the age of 21.)

[ Igwogwodon: You’ll solve it quickly, right? It’s not going to choke me or anything, right? ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: Don’t worry, Mr. [Igwogwodon]

[ Donjomjuseyo: What you desire, Mr. Igwogwodon, is Miss Eirene von Einzbern’s ‘Faith Corruption’ ]

[ Donjomjuseyo: ‘The Response of the World’ moves solely by your will, Mr. [Igwogwodon]

[ Donjomjuseyo: The trial is but a fleeting moment. ]

What?

A trial…?

I pretended to adjust non-existent glasses and shook my head from side to side.

Then, I typed faster than anyone else――

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“Phew.”

Eirene wiped the sweat from her forehead as she looked at the now clean monastery.

Today was the day she had to clean this vast monastery alone, in place of Igon who had gone to the village for some errands.

At first, she was clumsy, but now she had become quite skilled, which filled her with a newfound sense of self-esteem.

The best part was that, even if she immersed herself in this work, no one would get hurt or suffer because of it.

This was the biggest difference from her life in the royal family, where she had to trample on others to maintain her position.

Before she knew it, the sun was setting. Time really flies in a day.

At that moment, a huge portrait came into Eirene’s view.

The portrait of the god Igwogwodon, to whom Igon always prayed.

She looked up to check the painting. …She couldn’t see it.

The face was still smudged and blurry, making it impossible to discern its form.

‘……’

Believing in a god, huh.

Eirene had always thought she couldn’t understand religious people. In her life, the only thing she could believe in was herself, so how could she rely on an illusory being like a god?

She didn’t deny that religion itself brought peace to people’s hearts and established a kind of social moral order. However, at least for herself, she wanted to move forward without believing in such an existence.

How could she believe in a god when she couldn’t even trust the real people she saw with her own eyes?

Moreover, even now.

She knew all too well that she was not interested in the god, but in the man named Igon.

‘Maybe I’m just not suited for religion. If a god really exists, they probably wouldn’t want a believer like me.’

Thinking that, she looked away from the portrait at that very moment.

――Believe in God.

‘!!!!!!!’

Eirene was started by the voice that suddenly echoed in her mind, and she turned her head towards the source of the sound.

What, what is this…? The sound came from the portrait?

“……??”

Eirene cautiously approached the portrait. The face of Igogodon was still completely unrecognizable.

What is this? Did I hear it wrong?

……No. I didn’t hear it wrong. I definitely heard it.

Could it be… the voice of ‘God’?

Wait a minute. This voice, I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before……

‘……’

Eirene stared blankly at the portrait for a long time.

Believe in God, huh……

If I believe in God, can I escape my fate?

Not the predetermined life as an emperor, but a life that I truly desire?

Igogodon.

If I believe in you, Igogodon, can I live a new life?

Can I become someone who believes in God and people…?

Of course, there was no answer.

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A few days later.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you so much, Sister…”

“No, may the plain facts of God be with you……”

Once a week.

At St. Aegerdon Monastery, free meals were provided for the surrounding orphans and the poor.

Following God’s words that ‘Even if you have nothing, you must not lose the romance of sharing at least one plate of facts,’ it was a kind of social contribution activity.

The main reason was to establish a good image of the religion, but- just because there was a purpose didn’t mean the good deed was meaningless.

“Sister! You’re really, really beautiful! Your golden hair is so pretty, like a wheat field.”

“Your holy power pouch is also really big!”

“The holy power pouch is bigger than a watermelon!”

“Ahaha… Th-thank you.”

I could now laugh off the innocent jokes of the girls receiving their meals.

At first, I couldn’t adapt at all, so Lee Gun used to do my work for me…

He told me that “praising the holy power pouch is the highest courtesy to nuns.”

Thinking that those children, who come to the monastery for their meals, are expressing their utmost gratitude to me, the feeling of shame gradually subsided.

Of course, as an emperor, it wasn’t a sight that filled me with pride.

‘I worked so hard to create a stable country where all people could live in peace, but in the end, it feels like I’m relying solely on the religious community without solving any poverty issues.’

I recalled the region that had recently suffered from an epidemic, where only minimal support was provided due to political logic.

It felt like all the years up to now were in vain. What is the purpose of the emperor’s position?

“Lee Gun oppa! The new nun is so pretty.”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“…!!!”

Unlike Eirene, who blushed just by listening from the side, Lee Gun responded with a relaxed smile.

“Why would such a wonderful nun meet someone like me?”

“Right! And mom said nuns can’t have boyfriends.”

“Really? That’s sad~”

“Now. Saying such things is rude to the nun. Got it?”

“Yeah. It’s rude.”

“We’re sorry, Sister.”

“Oppa, goodbye!”

Watching Lee Gun greet the children with a smiling face, Eirene couldn’t help but think.

What would such a kind person be like when dealing with his own children?

Surely, he would treat them very well. Wouldn’t he also treat his wife well?

Although nuns of the Gwoden Church couldn’t marry, it felt particularly fortunate today that priests of the Gwoden Church could marry.

What kind of person would be his wife…

It was a thought that a nun should never harbor, but what does it matter. She was not originally a nun.

Thus, another day passed, and the bustling monastery returned to its quiet state.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“You worked hard too.”

“The children are quite mischievous, aren’t they? I apologize on their behalf.”

“No, it’s better to say such frivolous things than to have eyes filled with sorrow. Besides, today was more bearable than last time.”

Now, I could somewhat accept compliments about my sacred power pouch – my chest.

“You’ve adapted so quickly. You’re truly amazing, Rinasita.”

“Amazing? …How unreliable must I seem to you for you to call this much amazing?”

With those words, Eireene smiled and unconsciously placed her hand on Rinasita’s head-

“―Oops. I’m sorry. I did it without thinking…”

“…?”

“No, it’s just… you looked so cute protesting that I almost patted you impulsively… I almost did something very rude.”

As she said that, Eireene scratched her cheek with her finger, looking at Rinasita…

Carefully, she approached him and stood on her tiptoes.

“Rinasita…?”

“…Go ahead, pat me.”

Eireene said so and slowly looked up at him.

Even on tiptoes, she had to look up at the large figure of Rinasita, who was looking down at her with a flushed face.

“It’s okay… you can pat me.”

“Well… if you say so, Rinasita…”

…Swish, swish.

Rinasita’s large, rough hand stroked Eireene’s golden hair.

He probably didn’t realize that he was daring to touch the emperor’s body, which no one could easily lay a hand on.

For some reason, the sense of doing something very wrong made Eireene’s stomach tickle intensely again.

“Well, it’s a bit embarrassing. Haha… but thank you for allowing me. Rinasita, your hair is very soft and beautiful.”

“You seem to say ‘beautiful’ quite easily. Do you say that to every woman?”

“Of course not. I say it because it’s you, Rinasita. I don’t say it to just anyone… probably.”

“Probably?”

At Eireene’s sulky words, Rinasita smiled again.

The two had grown close enough to exchange such light-hearted jokes.

When Eireene was with her, she could remain a girl rather than an emperor. Strangely enough, after hearing that she was well-ripened, she could approach him more boldly.

“Then, I’ll finish tidying up. Please go inside and rest.”

“Please do.”

After sending off Igeon, Eirene looked up at the sky.

… … It’s blue.

A blue sky.

When she was the emperor, she always lived looking down.

A life where she looked up from the ground wasn’t so bad.

Eirene liked this life. She wondered if she could have lived like this if she were truly a nun named Rinashita.

But her real name was not Rinashita, but Eirene von Einsberg—

And she was not a nun, but an emperor. An empress on the verge of being exposed by rebellion.

It was only natural that her fate would not leave her alone.

And then—

“You can’t enter here without permission!”

“Move aside! I know she’s here!”

“I told you, she’s not here!”

“……?”

From beyond, the urgent voice of the abbess could be heard, so she went there quietly—

Igeon and the abbess were confronting a man accompanied by soldiers.

That man. A familiar face. Count Rayfield. One of her vassals.

“!!!”

Confirming the man’s face, Eirene realized once again.

That the dream-like time was almost over.

—And that the unavoidable fate had arrived right in front of her.