Chapter 56 - Is This Guy Short On Intelligence?

The title of "Saint" seemed to be quite powerful.

"I may not always be able to stay by the side of the two princesses. I might have to leave suddenly, and it might also be difficult to legally announce the relationship between myself and the princesses. Your Majesty, Your Highness, I apologize."

Because I hadn't finished negotiating with the goddess and might have to leave far away if my interpretation of the prophecy turned out to be correct, I honestly said so when His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Empress called to see me.

But despite my words, both of them just smiled.

"We understand. Since this started because our two daughters were being stubborn, this outcome is natural."

"We will follow the Saint's wishes. Please do as you desire."

They officially recognized my secret meetings with the princesses.

This was really an unbelievably favorable situation for me.

Anyway, that was how my relationship with the princesses was acknowledged.

And then, well…

"Amael, today too?"

"Saint, tomorrow it's just us two!"

It happened every day.

We really did it a lot.

We did it every day to the point where I wondered if it was okay to do it this much.

But personally, more than the physical relationship, I enjoyed the time after everything was over when we laid quietly in bed, naked, with our heads together, giggling and chatting.

Trivial conversations.

"I tried cookies today. Iomene really likes desserts."

"I walked barefoot on the grass, Saint. It felt good. It felt just as good as I saw in Almene's memories."

"I'm refining the content of the Three Primary Colors Research to make it applicable to various fields. I think there might be tremendous developments. I'm looking forward to it."

I really loved this time of sharing warmth while happily chatting and rolling around naked in bed.

I also shared trivial stories with them.

What kind of patients I treated.

What food I ate.

After having such miscellaneous conversations and finishing our physical relationship, we would go to the bathroom to wash together and then part ways.

I'm satisfied.

I'm happy.

I wish we could just stay like this.

With those feelings, after dinner, I didn't let anyone into my room and spent time completely alone.

What did I do during that time?

I opened the Scripture of Grace and knelt before the statue of the goddess to pray.

"I've come again today, Goddess. Please talk to me."

My prayers were desperate.

I prayed so earnestly that once I started, it easily went on for several hours.

"I love my life so much right now. This time of occasionally treating people, eating delicious food, and meeting my girlfriends. I really love it. His Majesty the Emperor has allowed my relationship with Almene and Iomene. I want to marry all three of them. But I still can't give them a definite answer. It's because of the prophecy Lord Rupiel gave me."

Please.

I heard there are divine words, and cases where gods directly come down to meet people.

I've really done a lot of things, haven't I?

I normalized the order, didn't I? So please.

Please meet me.

Meet me and tell me that the prophecy given to me is a lie.

Please say that. Please.

"I haven't given a definite answer yet because I feel like I need to confirm whether the prophecy I heard is really true or not before proposing. I want to get along well with all three of them for a long, long time. So please, meet me. Meet me and just tell me whether my interpretation of the prophecy is true or not. Please."

How long have I been kneeling and praying so earnestly like this every day?

On the third day since becoming intimate with the three women.

The statue of the goddess was still just smiling benevolently.

She hadn't given me any answer yet.

After praying frantically for three hours, when I saw the smile of the goddess statue, for some reason, anger welled up inside me.

She had the power to throw me into hell, but not the power to meet me?

Wasn't it much easier to just meet me for a moment?

I felt disappointed by the goddess who remained silent again today.

I really tried hard.

Reading the Scripture of Grace, it was surprisingly full of content that seemed to describe exactly what I had done.

To the point where I wonder if I was really not a saint.

So can't you just come to me and say one simple thing?

You misinterpreted the prophecy.

That interpretation is not correct.

I'll tell you the real correct interpretation.

And then just... let me have a happy ending where I can live as a harem king among women until I die.

What can I do?

Since the goddess didn't answer, all I could do was pray until she gave an answer.

Today, too, I sprawled dejectedly on the bed.

But the smell of Iomene, Almene, and Erpha from the bed made me feel a bit better.

A man whose blanket smelt of three women.

It was cool.

I hoped this life could continue like this in the future.

Without any harshness or difficulty, I hoped I could live such a happy and ordinary daily life.

Wishing for that, I carefully fell asleep.

And not long after, I woke up feeling strange.

A feeling of being excessively clean and pristine.

The purest and cleanest feeling where no emotion or sensation was felt.

I was standing quietly on an empty, pure white platform.

Where is this?

It doesn't seem like a dream.

If it were a dream, sensations wouldn't feel this clear.

While I was wiggling my hands and feet in wonder.

[Amael.]

I heard someone quietly calling my name.

I turned around in surprise towards where the sound came from, and soon I could see a huge woman floating in the air.

A face exactly like the goddess statue in my room.

A benevolent smile.

And a body as huge as the Statue of Liberty.

I instinctively realized.

It's the goddess!

Lilia has come to meet me directly!

"G-Goddess? Is it really you?"

[I've come after hearing your prayers.]

At Lilia's words, I felt tears welling up.

I slowly approached the goddess.

"I... I really lived earnestly. You know that from seeing me, don't you? I never did anything bad. Really, not even once did I try to use my skills for bad things. So why did you give me such a prophecy?"

The goddess looked down at me as if pitying me.

So I honestly told her everything.

"What I want isn't much. I got three women. It was kind of half-forced, but I still like it. I want to live happily with those women for a long, long time. So please just answer one thing."

[Speak.]

"The prophecy Lord Rupiel gave me. What does it mean exactly? Are you really planning to throw me into hell? That's not it, right? My interpretation of the prophecy is wrong, right? I interpreted it strangely because I'm a cowardly pussy, right?"

At my words, the goddess who was looking down at me with pity suddenly started laughing.

The laughter sounds... like she's mocking me.

Disgust.

Anger.

And even hatred could be felt.

[I will throw you into hell. No matter what actions you take. No matter what good deeds you accumulate. Regardless.]

The goddess brought her face close to mine.

[Poor Amael. Your interpretation of the prophecy was not wrong.]

And she uttered the most despairing words for me.

***

As expected, the good gods of the Pantheon were watching Saint Amael.

The moment they saw the Evil God subtly approaching Amael, several gods tried to interfere but failed.

The celestial realm was still in shambles even after 300 years, and even Rupiel, the God of the Future, and Dullaneer, the God of Evil Destruction, who were considered the strongest among the gods of the Pantheon, were out of breath and panting after consuming a considerable amount of power just to give one prophecy and send down one Chosen One.

Gods who could barely give one divine word apart from sending down holy power due to the severe damage to the connection between the human realm and the celestial realm couldn't possibly stop the Evil God.

The Evil God, who successfully approached Amael, had thus succeeded in touching Amael's trauma.

"Why... why? Why are you doing this to me…?"

Amael asked, shedding tears.

His expression was full of resentment and grievance.

"I really... lived so earnestly. Why on earth are you doing this to me? Can't you just let me be happy?"

At his sobbing voice, the Evil God shook his head.

[Do you know where the source of the power in your body is from?]

Amael flinches at those words.

"It's... adult game skills, isn't it?"

Although he couldn't understand what the word "adult game" meant, the Evil God could tell that he was deeply misunderstanding something.

The Evil God couldn't believe this naive and foolish human.

He couldn't help but think how easy it would be to brainwash such an opponent.

The Evil God slowly.

But surely began to attack Amael's mind.

[I will show you where the source of your power is from.]

The surrounding environment changed.

300 years ago.

During the celestial war.

The war that took place in the human realm revealed itself.

The Evil Gods of the abyss.

The demons of hell.

And the followers of the gods of the Pantheon were shown fighting together for the victory of the faction they served.

Demon followers and black mages captured humans and offered living sacrifices, while worshippers of the Evil God offered sacrifices with human blood and entrails to add power to the Evil God.

And saints, holy women, and heroes were seen struggling desperately in a terrible and fierce battle to stop such people.

And in the midst of it all.

The followers of Asmodeus, the Demon King of Lust, were showing themselves.

Twisted and insane followers steeped in decadent pleasure...

Were offering sacrifices for their Demon King while doing unspeakable acts.

Amael's body trembled even more violently.

Massacre.

Rape.

Arson.

Amael, who was watching all sorts of nauseating acts being committed to add power to the Demon King, collapsed on the ground.

"That... is that the power inside my body?"

The Evil God barely held back the joy rising from deep within his heart.

Ah.

That face.

He really couldn't stand it.

Nothing gave him greater pleasure than the sight of humans breaking and being destroyed.

[The power of the Demon King of Lust, Asmodeus, is inside your body, Amael. That is why I have no choice but to put you in hell. That power in your soul will suck up the worship of those around you. And gradually. It will grow without you even knowing.]

The Evil God slowly showed once again the acts committed by Asmodeus' followers for the Demon King during the celestial war.

As if torturing him.

[And eventually. You will end up like that too. So before you become like that. I will stop you. No matter what good deeds you do. No matter how you struggle. You can never escape your fate. You will fall into hell. And there, your soul and the power within it. Will be completely destroyed.]

It's done.

The Evil God waited for Amael's reaction, feeling a joy close to orgasm.

He'll probably break down?

He would surely curse his own inescapable fate while wailing and screaming miserably.

And then?

It was obvious.

He would surely start cursing the goddess.

He would surely come to hate the gods of the Pantheon who said they would give him an inescapable tragic ending.

The Evil God had corrupted countless saints, holy women, and heroes in the same way.

Amael surely.

Would be no different.

What came after was predictable.

There was no way he would serve the gods who had predetermined such a gloomy future for him that he couldn't escape.

Filled with resentment, he might sabotage the order, or he might go on a rampage out of despair.

Many believers would die, and the capacity of the Pantheon, where human faith directly translated to power, would naturally weaken.

If he then subtly leaked information to the demons of hell?

The demons would try to recover the power of Lust, and the power of the Pantheon would be weakened as well.

They would surely wage war.

The Evil God could leisurely watch all of this unfold, waiting for the two forces to destroy each other and then reap the benefits.

The Evil God looked down at Amael.

Now.

Shout.

Shout that you curse Lilia.

Shout that you wish all the gods of the Pantheon would burn and disappear.

Why won't they allow you a happy future?

Why do you have to be ruined because of this power you never wanted?

Scream and wail and rage and despair.

Amael raised his head.

Tears were flowing from his eyes.

He opened his mouth.

The Evil God watched that mouth, extremely excited.

What kind of curse will burst forth?

What kind of despair will burst forth?

You...

What kind of pleasure will you bestow upon me?

"I'll sacrifice myself."

...Huh?

The Evil God doubted his ears for a moment.

What did you just say?

"I'll just sacrifice myself. If such a terrible reality is created because I'm alive, I think it would be better to die."

Amael said this while hitting the ground as if feeling wronged.

But despite his actions, the words coming out of his mouth were different.

"Take my soul... now. And please destroy it along with the power inside me. The goddess can do that, can't she? Right?"

The Evil God's mouth fell open.

"I have three women I love on earth. I don't want those women to get hurt because of me. So quickly!! Before my resolve changes, please quickly destroy my soul!!"

Looking down at the wailing Amael, the Evil God was momentarily at a loss for words.

Seriously.

Is this guy a bit short on intelligence?

It was a shockingly bewildering feeling he had never experienced before.