I’m a Fake Saint But the Gods are Obsessed: Ch. 126
A few days later, Elium officially announces the news of the removal of the god of immortality and Reid's withdrawal.
The whole country is restless and excited. Riots also broke out in areas with many raid saints.
I understand their feelings. It would be unbelievable news that the god he had trusted all his life was the Demon King.
Reid members holding signs reading, 'We demand the truth from Elium' protested in front of the shrine for days.
Paladins also block those who enter carelessly, but sometimes people get hurt.
It was a week after the first official proclamation when the chaos was stopped by the emperor's order that if they did not accept and cause disturbance in the country, they would be strictly regulated by the laws of the country.
"To commemorate the victorious battle between the evil demon Camilla and the demon lord Leto, or Reid, we will be displaying a 'Camilla statue' in Elium."
In the castle hall, Reyhaus announced the contents of the statue display.
Originally, I was going to announce the news of the raid location exit, but it was postponed due to the extreme backlash. It was because it would be difficult for the defeated and angry raid members to enter and start a fire.
"The blessings of the eight gods."
"Please keep us out of the darkness."
After the solemn meeting, the members used the term 'Eight Immortals' intimately.
"May Reyhaus have the protection of the eight gods."
I smiled faintly at him as he stepped down from the podium.
He looked at me with dark gold eyes and smiled together.
[Monde, God of Arts, praises Reihath's face.]
'Since we set a trap, how long will it take Camilla to be caught?'
All that remains is to wait.
“I decided to visit the imperial palace today. I am ready."
Reyhaus's face was clearly brighter than before. I thought he said he came after receiving counseling from someone, but it seems it helped clear his useless brain.
The choker dangling around her neck bothered me a little but I smiled because there was nothing I could do now.
"Thank you. Reyhaus."
"Please be careful."
After a while, my carriage left the temple and headed for the imperial palace grandly.
The Emperor said he wanted to see me. Maybe because it came out of the raid, the contents were just a guess.
A dialog window appears in front of me.
[Hesed, the God of Knowledge, is wondering why you refused to meet Cass.]
At his house... Two weeks had passed before that happened. And he messaged me to meet him in the mail several times.
"But what do we say when we meet?"
Just thinking about that moment makes my face flush.
"Sorry. I don't think I'll be able to see you because I'm not feeling well."
And I sent the same reply multiple times.
I borrowed all the books on dating from the temple library, but I still don't know how to solve this problem.
"Uh..."
I wrapped my head in complicated thoughts.
[Heses, the God of Knowledge, scolds you, saying that if you are a mother-born soloist, you should be guided as if you were a mother-born soloist]
[Odyssey, God of Love, suggests that only misunderstandings will accumulate during times of indecision.]
[Oman, God of benevolence, advises us to turn the wagon around and rush into Cass' bedroom.]
'Perhaps because of that, Daisy gave me a knowing look and smiled.
"Okay...I'm on my way to the imperial palace now. Let's calm down."
[Ciel, God of Destruction, wags his tail.]
I said to myself, bringing my spirit back to Cass.
Come on focus, focus.
"But was it like this in the beginning?"
After a while, I looked around outside the window and furrowed my brows.
[Ciel, God of Destruction, bless you.]
Once again, the cart was headed in the wrong direction. Maybe towards the dark alley opposite the direction where the temple is.
Um, this feels uncomfortable? Like that too. Kidnapped.
[Oman, the God of Virtue, scolds him for not carrying a whip.]
"It's fine even without a whip."
I warmed up with Ciel's power in my hands.
Then he knocked on the front of the cart.
Strict.
With a clatter, a hole pierced the wall ahead, and the coachman looked back in amazement.
[Ciel, God of Destruction, shrugs.]
"Hee-ik! As expected, devil!!"
"Will you stop when I say nice things? Do you want to count them?"
[Oman, God of Virtue, really likes your words.]
[Odyssey, the God of Love, asks Omani which of the two words that make up 'I want to hit and count' is better.]
[Hetus, the God of Justice, is frowning and agonizing over the lack of an answer from the two gods.]
Hee hee-.
I knocked one more time and the front wall literally fell to the floor, and the horses stopped.
The stop is a goal like a complicated maze
It's on the neck.
As soon as the carriage stopped, dozens of people gathered as if they had been waiting.
"Ha........"
I took a deep breath and rested.
"Saintess, come out!"
"Pay the sin of disrespecting the God of Attack with death!"
"Let's take the saint tell Elium temple our request!"
The coachman hurriedly stood between them and glared at me.
'Hmm. definitely this.'
Among the raid saints, there were still those who couldn't accept the raid god's departure. There have been protests as a group, and I've made a lot of noise too, but lately, I think it's been a bit quiet...
I knocked on the door with my hand.
Thud!
People jerked backwards as the door slammed to the floor.
"What are you doing now?"
I asked them with cold eyes.
At first glance, they were neither a carefully organized army nor trained people. It's just an angry crowd.
"Saintess, take charge!"
“Awaken God Reid! You're a witch!"
“Return the stampede! With what authority did Elium take our god!”
It's understandable to feel frustrated over the fact that a long trusted god has disappeared. But isn't that a petty kidnapping?
Screams continued to erupt.
"Return the Raid Gods!"
"Attack! Attack!"
"So."
I energize my voice.
"Return the dead god, is this what you mean?"
The people muttered at my words.
"Who dies! God is omniscient and omnipotent. Let's do it!"
"Oh! God Reid!"
"As expected, she is a witch! Camilla is a true saint, and she is a witch!"
I watched them silently.
I hear the confused cries of those who are lost and don't know where to go. They don't know how to express their sad feelings, so they express them in the wrong places. In this case, there is a perfect recipe.
After thinking for a while, I looked at them and said.
"If you really want it, I understand."
[The gods each open a bag of corn crackers.]
Then, I heard the voices of the people in the audience whispering.
I said it clearly with a calm expression.
“Why, you want God to come back? Since I killed a god with the help of another god, can't I get it back?"
"Are you saying you are a god?"
"Don't be ridiculous!!"
Hearing the angry voice erupt again, I smiled coldly.
“Can we revive Reid here and get him down? He has his own followers, so he must like raids. Oh, but beware."
I speak to them clearly.
“Satan does not regard humans as anything more than insects. The same goes for Demon Lord Leto, or Reid, opening the gates. As soon as it comes, he will happily tear you to pieces."
I can see people's pupils shaking.
I reached up to the sky and whispered to myself.
“Hesed. Help."
Then Hesed gives a lightning effect at the right time.
flash!
As the sky darkened and flashes of light flashed across the clouds, fear appeared on people's faces.
I have to give this level of effect to the demon king descendants to scare them away.
"What are you doing now!"
Boom boom.
The sound of thunder rang in my ears.
"Shouldn't it be dry?"
"Wow, they say you can get God Reid to come down."
“But he's still the Demon King…. A disaster might occur.”
Different opinions arose among the people.
"I-I'm going!"
"Me, too!"
Some people who shouted excitedly took their feet first.
However, there are also people who endure and endure with long eyes.
'I have little faith. At a time like this, this is for the best.'
With a serious expression on my face, I chanted a spell from an anime I once liked.
"He who is darker than the twilight. He who is redder than the blood that flows in my body. These are your followers who are willing to give their life, flesh and blood for you on behalf of Reid who are buried in the flow of eating them body and soul as you please."
Shaa-
A rustling wind blew.
It seemed to suit this spell perfectly, the demon king's bloodline.
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