The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 51



51. I’ll Cover the Chicken!

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The grand plaza in front of Iggworden Royal Castle.

This place was a highly symbolic location, hosting the Royal Knights’ induction ceremonies, as well as other various events, both large and small.

And on this plaza— countless individuals, including the Royal Knights, were lined up in formation.

A short while later.

On a platform about two stories high, the Emperor of the Empire, Eirene von Einsberg, appeared.

A tremendously luxurious dress, as if to prove she was the most noble person on the continent.

Her tiara, a symbol of her being the Emperor, was the crowning glory of her markedly asymmetrical updo, highlighting her beauty.

Of course, she wasn’t just a being that could be described with the word ‘beautiful’.

The charisma that those who rule over people inevitably possess, proved she was the absolute ruler of the continent.

And there— a massive chest that even her dress couldn’t possibly hide.

Her breasts, rivaling Erinn’s famous reserves of divine power, or perhaps even larger, were clearer evidence than anything else of why she was a being beloved by the gods.

Eirene took her place on the platform— a brief silence ensued.

Breaking it was the being standing tallest amongst humans – Eirene.

“I ask you. What do you believe a ‘pristine fact’ to be?”

A pristine fact.

The symbol of benevolence bestowed upon creations by the Great Gwegweodeon, a wondrous and miraculous thing encompassing all of creation.

Something that a human cannot dare to define with a single word—that was the divine pristine fact.

“Some might call it a strong will. And others, perhaps, an unyielding heart. But I believe it to be a ‘believing heart’.”

“Belief! The power to believe in the person before your eyes! The power to gaze in the same direction as the one beside you!”

“It has been some time since the Gwegweodeon faith was declared the national religion… yet we still lack the divine pristine fact, the belief!”

Eirene, her snow-white hand resting upon her chest, spoke again in a loud voice.

“Therefore, we must erect on this land proof of our belief in the Great Gwegweodeon! Something that will make the Great Gwegweodeon in the heavens, seeing it, chuckle with ‘Ehehehe’!”

“Thus, I declare in this place! We shall demolish the old ruins, and there—”

—Build a shrine for the Great Gwegweodeon, to repay the divine pristine fact with our faith!

“To discard the old and embrace the new is also the will of the One God, Gwegweodeon! Ruins like those are old relics used only in the time of the indigenous religions! What say you to utilizing them to build a new shrine, repaying the great Gwegweodeon, who bestowed the pristine fact, with our faith?!”

—Waaah!!!!

The first to cry out were the Imperial Knights.

Bernheim Automatia, the Knight Commander at the very front, enthusiastically responding, had become a fervent believer of the Gwegweodeon faith after meeting the Saintess Erin a while ago.

Next to enthusiastically respond were the mages belonging to the Magic Tower.

Some, like the head of the Fire Attribute Tower, had even interviewed Erin—but truthfully, mages at this point were pretty much in support of the current Eirene.

Before, it had been all strict, like “You must produce results,” or “Towers managing each attribute of magic will compete, and those who fall behind will not receive research funding.” But these days, simply professing faith in the Gweodon religion was enough to secure generous research funding.

They just had to believe in the religion and they were given free rein to research, how could they *not* like that?

Figures within the Gweodon faith, including the Pope, were a given.

The world being dyed with the tenets of their Lord Igwegweodon—for believers, it was a dream come true.

Ophelia and Luca also watched Eirene’s speech with seemingly moved eyes.

This was the pure, unadulterated truth of god.

It was making everyone happy—it would have been nice to think that way and move on.

‘…….’

Linea, however, glanced at the expressions of the fellow Holy Knights standing next to her.

Their eyes glowed with faith as they looked at Eirene.

She herself… couldn’t bring herself to look at the Emperor, her mother, with eyes like that.

‘Is this really right…?’

Linea turned her head and looked at the First Princess, Yuria, who was wiping away tears while applauding from her seat.

It wasn’t just Yuria. Every time people met Erin, they were suddenly transforming into ardent followers of the Quo-Don faith.

Frankly, what Linea felt wasn’t the overwhelming something you get from witnessing a miracle.

It was fear. The fear that came from something utterly incomprehensible happening.

‘…Once things settle down a bit, I need to talk to my younger brother, Ares.’

With Yuria and her mother like this, Ares was the only blood relative she could rely on.

He had his eccentricities, but he was still smart, so maybe she could get some helpful advice.

Thinking that—she stared at her mother, who was being cheered on by everyone, for a long while.

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The temple construction was incredibly fast.

The overwhelming capital provided by the royal family. Church workers who were as faithful as could be. The relatively simple process of just renovating an existing temple!

Was it because all three factors were in perfect harmony?

Before long, a very plausible-looking temple was completed.

The structure of the temple was simple.

There were pillars on either side, with an altar constructed in the center.

Each and every message from the Bible was tightly inscribed on the marble walls. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that this process took the longest during the construction.

“You’ve all worked hard.”

It was Erin, the saint chosen by god, who brought order to this entire situation.

She spoke to all the religious people gathered here, her voice booming enough to shake the temple.

“Alright! Everyone, let us offer a prayer of thanks to Lord Igwogwodon!”

As Erin clasped her hands together and lowered her head, everyone closed their eyes and began to chant their prayer to Lord Igwogwodon.

―To my one and only Lord, Igwogwodon.

Thank you for always looking upon us humans with such affection.

Thank you for sharing pure facts with us every day.

Thank you for not turning a blind eye when we face trials.

When we are lost and wandering, you willingly become a lamp, illuminating our path ahead.

Thank you so much for sharing all of this with us, without expecting anything in return.

For the rest of my life.

I will dedicate this body to serving Lord Igwogwodon.

Lord Igwogwodon. My Lord, my everything… Igwogwodon.

If given the opportunity, I promise to repay all of these pure facts…

“Gwoh—men.”

Gwoh—men.

A plate of paladins and Empress Eirene.

And, the sight of over a hundred clerics bowing before the one true god, Igwogwodon, in the temple— it was truly a spectacle.

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“Whoa…”

I let out an exclamation before I even realized it.

This round’s blatant bias is insane…

How can a whole chapter be dedicated to just sucking up to ‘Igwogwodon’?

Does the writer need money or something?

Okay, sure, there was a bit about Linea.

Linea was the only one wary of me right now.

If I just gave a patronage click right now, Linea might believe me too…

‘But meddling now, I can wait until I know what Linea is thinking.’

The fact that she’s getting counseling from her younger brother at the end, and all, it feels like Linea has her own reasons for not trusting me.

Still, as a member of this Holy Knight platter, shouldn’t I at least know what this guy’s thinking if he’s become a god?

From a reader’s perspective, I was also curious what kind of story the author would unfold without my interference.

Actually, that last reason was the biggest. This author, even beyond the brain farts, was weaving a pretty interesting tale.

I reread the scene of me being worshipped in the temple.

Every time they bowed their heads in prayer, the scene blatantly showcased their cleavage.

Honestly, seeing so many scenes that emphasize chests, to such a stubbornly persistent degree, makes me wonder if the author has some weird fixation.

Although, he’s probably drawing it like that because I like it.

Meaning, both the story and the scenes are blatantly set up for me to enjoy…

‘This… might not be so bad…?’

I let out a pointless chuckle.

Ah. I shouldn’t like this stuff too much.

They say if you like being put on a pedestal, you turn into an idiot.

You end up becoming a *ttyuttya*! Huh? *Ttyuttya*. Praise me. *Ttyuttyaah-*.

[ EeGuoGuoDeon : Author ]

[ EeGuoGuoDeon : You gotta earn your money honestly, this is way too blatant ]

[Please give me money: But everyone truly wants to express their gratitude to you, IggoGodon-nim]

[Give me some money: Because the grace you’ve shared, IggoGodon-nim, is changing the world for the better.]

[Give me some money: And you’ve already bestowed upon us such immense divine power, how could I possibly dare to ask for more from you, IggoGodon-nim?]

[Lee Guo-guodun: Heh, is that so]

[Give me some money: Yes, it is]

[Please give me some money: Thank you so much, IggoGodon-nim]

[Give me some money: That you gifted us with happiness, no one will ever forget that.]

Ha. Here it goes again, seriously!

I keep thinking, earn money honestly, you know, but before I knew it, a grin was stretching across my face and my mouse cursor was heading for that support button.

I can’t take it anymore. Gotta give the writer some cash!

[Lee Guo-guodun: (Support / ₩50,000 / Fine, I’ll admit defeat, here’s chicken money)]

[Lee Guo-guodun: lolol, that was fun again today]

[Please give me money: No]

[Give me some money: IggoGodon-nim… really… you really don’t need to do this]

[Please give me some money: Thank you so much. Again with your precious support… ]

[ Igwogwodun : Just keep it ]

[ Igwogwodun : I’m giving it within my limits too, lol, so don’t worry about it ]

[ GiveMeMoney : What limit could there possibly be on not pushing yourself ]

[ GiveMeMoney : Your precious divine power, I thank you once more ]

[ GiveMeMoney : However, what do you mean by ‘chicken money’… ? ]

[ Igwogwodun : It’s exactly what it sounds like ]

It’s so you can buy yourself some chicken.

Prices have gone up a lot, I wonder if you can even get two chickens with that.

Back then you could’ve gotten three, it’s gotten so damn expensive.

[ GiveMeMoney : I understand ]

[ GiveMeMoney : I shall follow the will of God ]

No, you don’t have to do *everything* according to my will, I was gonna tell him to get pizza if he wanted, but then I thought-

‘Don’t ruin the vibe.’

Since he’s a grateful writer who completely accepts my over-the-top immersion, I accepted his in return.

[ Igwogwodun : Yeah, yeah ]

[ Egu-gwo-gweo-deon: It is God’s will, so use it gratefully. ]

Having finished the conversation, I launched the delivery app on my smartphone.

‘Should I grab a chicken, too?’

And just like that, without a second thought, I ordered some chicken.

Completely unaware of how the next turn would unfold.

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The day after building the shrine and offering prayers.

Cecilia, with a hurried expression, found Erin as she was reading the Bible in the Saint’s room.

“You were here, Saint.”

“What is it, Cecilia?”

“I believe you should come to the shrine.”

“The shrine? Has something happened?”

“It’s… rather than me explaining it here, it would be best if you saw it yourself.”

Erin followed Cecilia, her pace quickening toward the shrine.

Reaching the shrine, not far from the Egu-gwo-gweo-deon Cathedral, Erin was greeted by—

‘Th-This is…!’

—Chicken.

An overwhelming amount of chicken, enough to feed a multitude and still have leftovers!

Piled mountain-high on the temple altar, a veritable mountain of fresh, raw chicken.