The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 38



Episode 38. I just came in, full in my belly… … !

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Igogodon Royal Palace, in front of Yuria’s room.

“Princess Lineia, what brings you here……?”

“I came to see my sister.”

At Lineia’s words, the royal maid bowed her head, looking unsure of what to do.

“Well, the thing is…… Princess Yuria is expecting a very important guest today and has instructed that no one be allowed in―”

“Is that so……?”

Just as Lineia was thinking she would have to postpone the consultation.

“It’s okay. Let her in.”

At the voice coming from beyond the door, the maid immediately opened the door and bowed to Lineia.

Upon entering the room, what came into view was― her sister Yuria, sitting in a chair, holding a quill and writing something.

Yuria von Einsberg, the iron-blooded princess who was marked as the next emperor at the young age of eleven after completing her imperial studies.

She had the same blonde hair and blue eyes that symbolized the royal bloodline. However, her eyes were different.

Her cold and sharp eyes were in stark contrast to Lineia’s slightly gentle ones, and her slender body was well-balanced compared to her younger sister and stepmother, who had overly developed certain parts.

Her hairstyle was a simple bob that did not take much effort to set. The only distinctive feature was that the hair on the right side was long enough to reach down.

Should I say it felt extremely practical?

Nevertheless, due to her very beautiful appearance, whether she put effort into her hair setting or not was not a very important issue for her impression.

The saying, ‘You resemble a somewhat cold aunt rather than a kind mother,’ was a kind of pride for Yuria.

It was only natural that a strong person, rather than a weak one, was suitable for the position of leading emperor everyone.

That thought had never changed even after her aunt became her adoptive mother.

“It’s been a while, Linea. You came all the way to find this sister? Well, I can guess why.”

“You know, sister? Mother is now…”

“Talking about changing the state religion?”

“…You heard everything?”

“Unless I pretend not to hear with my ears open, I can’t help but know.”

Scritch, scritch.

Unlike the anxious Linea, Yuria was showing a very calm appearance.

As if saying this was not a big deal.

“Is it okay to leave it as it is? Although the Gwoden religion is not that antisocial, and the appearance of the saint has improved public sentiment… You know well what happens when the religious community holds overwhelming power.”

“It can’t be okay.”

“Then we shouldn’t do something—”

“Linea.”

At that moment.

Yuria put down her quill and finally turned her head to look straight into Linea’s eyes.

“Have you ever thought about why the sacred power pouch… a woman’s chest is revered by religious people?”

“Huh? Well, that’s because it’s in the scriptures…”

“White magic.”

Yuria interrupted Linea’s words and began to explain unilaterally.

“My guess is that women with large chests show significant talent in white magic among the priests.”

“Suddenly…?”

“Think about it. Religious people often say things like ‘The scriptures forbid it, so it shouldn’t be done’ or ‘The scriptures encourage it, so it should be done,’ but in fact, the scriptures are ultimately written by people “Initially, it must have been written by people, Or, Linea, do you really think ‘the word of God’ is written in the scriptures?”

“Of course not!”

“In the dry and hot climate of the barren southern continent, people don’t eat pork much. The reason is that in the past, when there was no unified empire, there was a doctrine in the indigenous religion that briefly flourished in the southern region, avoiding pork as an ominous animal. Scholars have found that the main reason for this doctrine was not that pigs were really ominous animals, but because the benefits of raising pigs in such a climate and environment were few, so they had to bind people. with a plausible reason to force them.”

“…”

Linea nodded slowly without answering.

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“This is an example that proves that if there are taboos or recommendations in any group, there must be a reasonable reason for them. In other words, even if vague reasons like ‘God said not to do it’ or ‘God recommended it’ are attached, it means that there is definitely a valid reason.”

Yuria spoke with shining eyes.

It was the kind of gaze that only someone with absolute confidence could show.

“The same goes for the divine power pouch. Until now, white magic has been solely the domain of the priests of the Gwoden Church, right? Unlike other attribute magic researched in the Magic Tower, white magic has been inherited mainly in the religious world In other words, the larger the chest, the more outstanding the talent in white magic, and those with such attributes could display their talents as nuns or saints—that’s what I think.”

Having explained up to that point, Yuria twisted the only strand of golden hair that stuck out with her fingers.

It was a habit she showed when she was deep in thought.

“Of course, there are holes in this hypothesis. If my hypothesis were correct, my mother would have been the greatest nun… no, a saint. But just as there are different talents in being able to use magic itself, even if There is a missing link that I don’t know yet, I think it’s reasonable to say that the size of a woman’s chest affects the efficiency of white magic.”

—That’s why the person who first wrote the Bible deliberately inserted that phrase.

They wrote that it was pleasing to God, and that it made a pleasant sound—but that is the truth.

“So, the larger the chest, the higher the qualifications as a nun… as a white magician?”

“Yes. The current saint Erin was chosen as a saint because she had enough talent to cross the line.”

Saying so, she maintained a calm expression and for the first time let out a chuckle—

“God bestowing a saint… isn’t that nonsense? The saint is chosen by the human pope.”

“……”

“My mother becoming like that is probably also a kind of white magic. It’s not the first time for mind manipulation magic, and considering the size of the saint’s divine power pouch… it’s no exaggeration to say that she possesses overwhelming magical power compared. to other priests.”

Linea could only nod.

Erin must be a woman of her age. But considering the chest size that was close to violence…

“So, this sister is going to break that illusion from now on.”

“Illusion?”

“Yes. My mother became like that due to a slight alteration by white magic, not because of a miracle of God, right? I’m going to prove that in front of the saint. With that, this bizarre commotion will all end. Moreover, if it is confirmed to be magic, we can also find a way to restore my mother’s condition to its original state.”

“But how…?”

“By doing the same thing as my mother. My mother said she became like that after facing the light that leaked from the Bible, right? Since there is no miracle of God, it is highly likely to be a kind of white magic. It might have worked on my mother, who lacked magic resistance—”

—But it won’t work on me.

As soon as she heard that, Linea finally realized Yuria’s intention.

Magic resistance usually increased in proportion to the amount of mana and understanding of it.

And Yuria, who had just said those words, was a woman with enough talent that if she were not the first princess and heir to the emperor, the entire Magic Tower would have competed to scout her.

Unlike herself, who walked the path of a knight due to lack of talent despite wanting to walk the path of magic, Yuria truly had the qualities to become a great magician.

Naturally, her magic resistance was strong, so if what the opponent was using was indeed magic—Yuria could overcome it!

“I’m sorry to the saint, but it’s difficult to suddenly appoint the Gwoden Church as the state religion at the imperial level. ‘God’s miracle didn’t work’ will be the biggest weapon to prevent it from being accepted as the state religion .”

At that moment.

Knock, knock, came the sound of someone knocking on the door.

As soon as Linea heard that sound, she recalled the maid’s voice saying, “An important guest is expected today.”

“Princess Yuria. The Saint has arrived.”

“No way, the important person who was supposed to come today…!”

“Yes. Saint Erin. I called her myself. So leave this to me, and you can go back without worry. Linea, you have work to do, don’t you? You need to figure out how to bring the Gwodun Church under the influence of our Ainsberg family. Got it?”

With Yuria’s voice saying, “Let her in,” the door opened—

What appeared, at least from Linea’s perspective, was Erin, dressed in a shamelessly revealing saint’s robe, clutching a Bible tightly.

“Welcome, Saint.”

“Hello, Princess Yuria…! Is it true that you want to receive the pure facts of God as soon as possible?”

Yuria, who had a cold expression when talking to Linea, now wore a warm smile that could withstand any public scrutiny.

“Of course. I was very curious about the ‘pure facts of God’ that my mother also experienced, as the heir to the emperor.”

“To think that you would personally request to experience the pure facts of Lord Gwodun…! It seems the imperial family is very interested in Lord Gwodun’s will. Moreover, Princess Yuria, you are very lucky. It just arrived recently… !”

“Arrived, you say?”

Erin, blushing, gently scratched the Bible with her white fingers and then stroked her abdomen as she spoke.

“The pure facts of God… in my belly, a lot…! Enough to share with you, Princess Yuria…!!”

‘…’

Yuria thought it was absolutely ridiculous, but she never showed her true feelings.

From now on, it might be a situation where the Saint could be humiliated. But she must never openly antagonize her.

Her goal was not to bring themselves under the influence of the religious world but to place the religious world under their influence. Maintaining etiquette was the most basic step towards that goal.

She didn’t know what nonsense the pure facts were, but she decided to play along here.

“I’m very pleased to hear that. Then, please, share with me the ‘will of God’ that you showed my mother.”

“Alright…!”

‘God doesn’t exist. I’ll end this foolish farce and dispel the magic that clouds my mother’s eyes with my own power.’

Yuria signaled to Linea with her eyes to leave the room.

While she had high magic resistance and didn’t care, Linea might be affected, so she shouldn’t be here.

Linea, sensing her sister’s silent command, quietly left the room.

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And so, the door to Yuria’s room closed.

Linea clutched her pounding chest and sighed.

‘Will it go well…?’

Well, since gods don’t actually exist, my smart sister must be right…

‘No. It will be decided in a few minutes anyway. As my sister said, I have to do what I can.’

Her role was to be a bridge to the religious community.

Even if her sister hadn’t experienced the miracle of God, the stance she had to take was― at that moment.

Light leaked out from beyond the door.

‘…!’

Linnea closed her eyes, thinking it might be magic…

Strangely, she opened her eyes again, thinking it didn’t feel like magic.

Having walked the path of a magician, she knew. No matter how much a type of magic touches the mental part, she could read the extent of its impact regardless of whether it was applied or not.

But this was just light. It didn’t feel like magic at all…?

A few minutes passed like that.

The firmly closed door of Yuria’s room opened― Erin, holding the Bible in her arms, walked out gracefully and met Linnea’s eyes.

“Oh my. ‘A Plate of Holy Knight’ Linnea. My apologies for the late greeting. Have you been well?”

“No, Saintess.”

Erin smiled a very benevolent saint’s smile at Linnea.

―At least, the fact that there was no sign of embarrassment on her face made Linnea’s heart chill.

“Linnea, you are the one chosen by Igogodon. You will soon join the cathedral, won’t you? Even without going through such artificial processes, the day will come when you naturally face the plain facts of God. Until then, I hope you will fulfill your duties as ‘A Plate of Holy Knight’ by my side.”

“…I will follow your words, Saintess.”

Thump, thump.

Because of the sound of her heart beating with tension, she couldn’t hear the sound of Saintess Erin’s footsteps moving away.

After she disappeared from sight―

Linnea grabbed the doorknob of Yuria’s closed room.

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Erin, who had left the imperial castle, once again touched her belly.

I can feel it, Igogodon.

The plain fact that Igogodon has bestowed. This ‘fact’ filled with overflowing love…!

―God commanded.

Just tell Erin to write as she wants.

―Wield everything you hold in your heart freely!

Enlighten those who do not believe in God, and dye the whole world in the color of Igogodon.

Please watch over me, Igwogodon-sama…!

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Against an inexplicable and strange sense of unease, Linnea barely managed to open the door, and the scene that met her eyes was――

“――!!!”

There was Yuria von Einsberg.

The legitimate heir of the emperor, known as the ‘Iron-Blooded Princess’ due to her cold personality.

The cherished child of the imperial family, who regretted not being taken by any of the magic towers…

“Igwogodon-sama…!”

Kneeling, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry! Igwogodon-sama! I was foolish! Despite not even understanding the basic principles of magic, I dared to act arrogantly in front of you…!

“Nevertheless, you shared such plain facts even with a worthless unbeliever like me…!”

“Your generosity in embracing even my lacking divine power… Ah! I, Yuria von Einsberg, have realized! Igwogodon-sama truly exists. The one who created this world is always watching over us…!”

Igwogodon! Igwogodon!

Uttering that sacred and fervent name, which was almost too much to bear—

—she bowed her head to the floor with utmost sincerity.