LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 662
Chapter: 662
The Holy Land was serene after a long time.
It wasn’t due to the Pope’s debacle.
That crazy guy had taken his people and fled the church, and the civil war inside the church was resolved by the true Saintess.
Yet, the Holy Land chose tranquility instead of liveliness because of me.
Recently, Phoebe publicly announced to the people of the Holy Land that I am the Apostle of God.
Phoebe didn’t act recklessly.
On the day I said I would reveal the truth to the Apostles, after everyone else had left, Phoebe cautiously and desperately asked me if she could share the truth with those in the Holy Land.
At the time, I thoughtlessly said yes.
I had been hiding the fact that I was the Apostle of God because of the Pope and those who opposed me.
With them all gone, there was no reason to hide my identity anymore.
I didn’t think anything would change just because my identity as the Apostle of God was revealed.
I’ve always been a flawed human when standing in front of others.
They’ll look at me with surprise and then their gazes would soon turn cold.
In the end, all it would do is reduce their jealousy towards me. I thought.
And on the day I decided to visit the Holy Land.
I realized just how much of a fool I was.
“I greet the Apostle of God!”
As soon as I exited the room with the teleportation device, dozens of knights lined up in front of me.
I swallowed hard at their impressive stance while I could hear murmurs around me.
“That person…”
“Truly noble.”
“I hear even the Apostle of the Arts Church was impressed.”
“A hope for the continent!”
While I was at a loss at the awe, admiration, and curiosity-filled voices, a knight approached me and removed his helmet.
It was the doll of the grandfather I had saved before.
“I will guide you, Apostle.”
I was creeped out by the grandfather’s overly polite voice, but feeling the weight of the gazes around me, I quietly got into the carriage instead of making a scene.
“You seem quite surprised.”
Phoebe, who had been waiting inside the carriage, wore a satisfied smile.
Ah, so you’re the one behind this mess?
With a grin, I sat down with my legs crossed and pointed silently at the floor.
Phoebe, who was awkwardly smiling and assessing the situation, immediately sat down on the floor when my brows slightly furrowed.
“Isn’t it strange? When did I ever ask for this?”
“No, but even without asking, we should show our respect to the Apostle…”
I poked her with my toes, causing Phoebe to turn red and shut her mouth.
“Are you trying to deliberately make me angry? How could the Sloppy Saintess degrade into such a pervert? I’m truly sad.”
“…I’m sorry, Young Lady. Please understand that this was not solely my decision.”
“Now you’re even selling out other perverts. Uck. Is this really a Saintess?”
“T-that’s not true! I won’t deny that I failed to stop them! However, the actions of the believers wishing to show respect to you were entirely their will!”
Sigh. Just a little while ago, those who saw me as an obstacle took the initiative to cause this?
That makes total sense.
And even if what you say is true, I’m not grateful for the praise from garbage whose attitude changed the moment my position did, okay?
Kicking at her, I made her sulk and then lifted her up, sitting on top of her.
“I don’t need those sloppy fools.”
No matter how much they praise me, it won’t change anything now.
What good is it to get a good score from extras like them?
If they were going to like me, they should have done it long ago.
Had they done that, my academy life would’ve been much easier.
When I spoke with an efficiency-driven mindset, the doll’s gaze changed subtly, and Phoebe’s grip around me tightened.
Did I say something wrong? Why are they responding like this?
Feeling uncomfortable in the damp atmosphere, I soon arrived at the Holy Land.
Without even going through inspection, I stepped inside and saw those bowing their heads in lines outside, causing me to let out a chuckle.
If I had known they would hassle me this much, I would’ve chosen another place.
This was merely the most effective location for my plan; it didn’t mean other places wouldn’t work.
Tutting, I examined the individuals bowing their heads.
Seeing a shameless bunch who openly cursed me trying to absolve themselves with a simple bow.
With that, I covered my face with my hands and stood up, letting out a stream of curses.
What a pity. If I had known there would be so many losers, I would’ve positioned the Perverted Apostle here in advance.
I regret sending him away just to avoid that filthy gaze.
Stepping outside the carriage slowly, I ignored the kneeling people in a hurry and surveyed the area.
If it were up to me, I would love to give them the middle finger and cuss them out, but Phoebe would find herself in all sorts of trouble, so I’d play along.
It’s not difficult at all. As long as I don’t say anything, even a perverted crow would be enchanted by my beauty.
I drew my hands together and, as if to show off, prayed to the Lord Jushin.
I declared I would embrace even their foolishness.
As a result, the divine power I held activated, and the essence of divinity illuminated the world.
I could hear the sounds of people crying.
Voices conveying apologies echoed everywhere.
I listened to all those sounds with my ears, but I neither approved nor rebuked them.
I just continued praying until they quieted down.
This should be sufficient.
Once again, as I got back into the carriage, I saw Phoebe smiling with a grin as she looked at the crystal ball.
“Perverted Saintess. What’s with that disgusting smile?”
“Look! This is the noble and merciful image of the Young Lady! This is the kind of scene I wished for!”
The image captured in the crystal ball of me was quite impressive.
My figure, contrasted against those around me who were openly expressing their emotions, calmly praying and spreading the divine essence, highlighted my greatness.
Considering my appearance, even a random shot would turn out a beautiful picture.
However, this wasn’t enough. It looked decent but not striking.
Natural just doesn’t cut it sometimes.
A little flair is needed to create something that would make everyone sing praises.
Last time, after hearing about videos from the Perverted Apostle, I came up with a groundbreaking way to persuade people across the lands.
To convince those who fight with emotions instead of reason, I had to push back with emotions as well.
I would create a video that would naturally lead to the acknowledgment of me as the Apostle of God while making them realize that this world is indeed in danger!
An amateur video might look clumsy, but who cares! The viewers would probably be amateurs themselves!
Persuading the Apostles is a whole different story from persuading those below them.
Even so, the Apostles of each church are valuable enough to catch the eye of the gods and have received considerable training to represent a religion.
Called intellectuals, the Apostles won’t easily fall for ordinary propaganda. Even if they succumbed to temptation, the divine would warn them, making it hard to persuade them with casual methods.
But the believers are different.
They are merely ordinary residents of this world.
If a fantasy world’s humans, who can’t even imagine modern societal wonders, were shown a clumsy video, they would likely feel admiration and bow their heads.
That’s no far-fetched tale. Ignorance easily turns people into fools.
Upon stepping inside the building of the Holy Land, I frowned at seeing pictures of me lined up from the entrance.
Phoebe. I know you want to praise me, but must it be to this extent?
From this, it looks like the relationship between the Lord Jushin and the Apostles has flipped.
While it’s true that I don’t highly regard the Shoddy God, you must not do this.
“I plan to leave it this way until everyone engraves the merits of the Young Lady in their minds.”
Merit, huh.
Looking back, the paintings depicted all the battles I had fought.
Apostles of Evil God. Evil God of Fire. Evil God of Darkness. Void Evil God. Seeing the paintings of the many battles I’ve experienced made me acutely aware of how miraculous it is that I stand here.
“Everyone in the continent should feel gratitude towards you, Young Lady.”
With Phoebe’s firm words, I stepped into the main hall of the Holy Land.
The Perverted Apostle, who had been preparing various things here with the Fairy Queen, ran up to me with cheers as soon as he saw me.
“Welcome! Lady Allen! We are ready to capture your image!”
“We’ve also prepared various setups that you mentioned. I can’t wait to see the real thing.”
Alright, then let’s shoot a video to fool the people of the continent.
*
Ruel furrowed his brows upon suddenly seeing his two friends enter his mental realm.
“So you gave the piece of Agra to the Apostle of Evil God and ran away?”
“That’s a bit harsh. Let’s say it was a strategic retreat.”
Garad playfully responded, prompting Ruel to openly sigh.
“Was it intentional?”
“The Lord Jushin wanted this.”
The Hero slowly replied, causing Ruel to plop down across from them.
“Lucy said the Lord wants to eliminate all variables. He’s intentionally keeping silent to create an environment where his apostle can respond.”
“Did the Lord give a hint?”
“No, it’s just Lucy’s speculation.”
“Very clever.”
“If only such a kid were our leader; how convenient would that have been?”
As Garad mentioned the hardships caused by the Hero, the Hero averted his gaze and cleared his throat.
“Anyway, I’ll be borrowing this place for a while.”
“I don’t mind, but what will you say to Lucy?”
“We’ll keep our existence a secret. We are beings that should not be here.”
“It’s problematic for that kid to rely on us, considering we are failures.”
The Hero’s party could not save this world with their methods.
Thus, Lucy would have to fight in her own way, not as the Hero.
For her sake, it would be better if she didn’t know of the existence of these two.
“Understood. I’ll try to keep it hidden as much as possible.”
“Thank you, Ruel.”
“But tell me, why is that kid suddenly so dressed up?”
Hearing Garad’s question, Ruel looked at Lucy, who had entrusted herself to Prete and Erin.
She was already beautiful, and with the blessings of the Goddess and the Fairy Queen, she looked so pretty it was almost mysterious and awe-inspiring.
If such a dressed-up Lucy were to silently unleash her powers, someone might very well shout that the Goddess had descended.
“You’ll see.”
Ruel knew everything but deliberately wore a playful smile.
He was looking forward to the astonished reactions of his friends in the future.