The Devil Who Grants Wishes

‘It is the specification to meet the devil at that time.’

Pierre, who returned to the temple after openly feeding himself to the emperor, recalls the tragedy of his past in Montpelio.

The time when many priests went crazy due to physical factors rather than witchcraft or magic, and the time when countless human resources were consumed in an instant and a catastrophe occurred.

Fortunately, at that time, he was fortunate to have strong mental powers, so he barely escaped being a nuisance.

‘Physically, socially, life is in danger.’

Above all else, the fact that the exorcism priests were dismantled in return for saving life was clearly a deal with the devil as a priest.

If this fact is revealed, it is natural that he will not be able to maintain his social status, and he may even fall to the neck as a result of a heresy.

“The Archbishop!!”

At that moment, the door to Pierre’s office swung open, and a nun with an angry expression came in from behind.

Originally, the position of an archbishop and a nun was so overwhelming that such an act was almost taboo, but this nun doesn’t care at all.

“Why the hell did you refuse to investigate? Isn’t this a serious demonic riot!?”

If she screams so loudly, she is a temple in broad daylight, and she will be heard by countless devotees and clergy, but she doesn’t care about the nun.

She only complains to Archbishop Pierre, outraged at her overtly inaccurate work.

“…”

However, Pierre is not able to properly respond to the nuns’ rumors as he only wrinkles her face and has to keep his body fit for his status as an archbishop.

Of course, that’s not the only reason.

“…that’s about it, saint.”

“But-!”

“About that, do it.”

Although she is called a single nun by position, this nun is a saint, Celestine, who has been officially certified by the denomination.

As even the Archbishop cannot react prematurely, Pierre has no choice but to sit quietly.

“…”

But that alone is effective enough.

Saint Celestine stops her actions with a dissatisfied look on her face at Pierre’s repeated dissatisfaction with her, and Pierre looks at it with displeasure and continues her words.

“Why are you like that?”

“…Isn’t it natural? As a saint who serves the goddess, I have a duty to rescue demons.”

Pierre sees Celestine, enamored with her place of sainthood, and bites her tongue inside her.

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Man, she can’t find any reason for him to be so dedicated.

In other words, for Pierre, who also trades with demons, a saint who truly serves the gods and acts with pity for those below is an incomprehensible realm.

She said, ‘In the first place, Goddess doesn’t care about lowly things like us.’

It was the deeds of the goddess Seraphia that put a wedge in Pierre’s sentiments.

She has no interest in vulgar mortals.

No, she technically cares about her, but that doesn’t mean that she’s a merciful god and doesn’t pity her mortals.

It is much closer to the attitude of a chef who simply thinks about how to cook delicious ingredients. There is no love for such an act.

‘Be pitiful, how much will this girl, chosen as a saint, clean up the filth of the goddess for the rest of her life?’

Above all, she does not intervene directly in the lower world when she sees herself as a goddess.

Starting with her mission, she just neglects to hand over everything from the protection of believers to the execution of demons to the lowly mortals, but Pierre cannot understand Saint Celestine, who truly serves such a goddess.

Pierre is only in the church because he can satisfy his lust for fame, wealth, and power, but after ascending to the position of archbishop and learning more about the church’s ugly secrets, Pierre’s heart to serve the goddess has long since disappeared.

“Ah …! The holiness of her saint is truly admirable. I hope the goddess will take care of us.”

“…Pierre-sama, you’re talking too much… uh-…?”

“Come on, come on in and get some rest— huh?!”

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Then, something strange happens.

Pierre feels as if he is looking at his past self, and as he tries to send her saint back, he sees a dazzling light that blinds her.

In the office where there was only sunlight coming through the window as light, an endless brilliance as if there was another sun rushes in.

Her skin, hair, eyes, and literally everything on her body shines golden.

It’s not just about shining.

In that golden light, you can feel the infinite and immeasurable holiness.

“Hey, what the hell is this…”

“Pierre, you made a deal with the devil.”

A girl’s voice is clearly coming out of Celestine’s mouth, but Pierre, who is listening to it, cannot recognize that it is Celestine’s.

The divinity contained in each syllable is scratching down the wall of Pierre’s ear and entangled in it.

Celestine’s body exudes a tremendous sanctity, to the extent that Pierre cannot refute that he is bullsh*t at the out-of-the-box remarks.

“However, forgive me. There are not one or two people who commit sins, but if there is only one more, what does it mean? Reducing the overload of life is the most important thing, and there is no time to worry about such things.”

“Ahhh…”

Pierre had a very cynical attitude toward God until just a moment ago, but now he is a servant of the gods, as if he ever did.

Regardless of the blinding splendor, Pierre’s gaze straightened towards Celestine’s body.

“I’ll drop the oracle.”

“Please ask.”

“Capture the daughter of Faust, the demon you traded with alive, and keep it with this saint. You must work closely with the oracle emperor to make sure it is dealt with. No matter how many casualties there are.”

Pierre, who has become discolored and serves only the goddess, replaces the word of consent by kissing the ground with tears in his eyes, and the being who took Celestine’s body crumples his face and looks at the scene as if tiredly, then leaves.

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Moments later, with the divinity draining from her body, Celestine simply sees an old old man weeping and kissing the ground, bewildered by her inability to grasp the situation.

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[Faust, can you hear me?]

[Thank you, Faust. Thanks to you, I found hope in life.]

[Faust-sama, may I call you Master?]

[Faust-nim, thanks to Faust-nim, I was able to reconcile with everyone. Thank you very much.]

[Faust, are you seeing what I am seeing? How’s the landscape? Pretty, right?]

[Faust, can you feel my taste? If so, I’ll have to eat only delicious things from now on.]

[Faust, do you know where the other demons are? I want to hunt down the devil and give it to Faust.]

[Faust-nim, Faust-nim-]

[—Please answer me, you are listening.]

aah!!!

Please stop!!

It’s only been two days now, but except when sleeping, the hero’s telepathy comes in every 30 minutes. When I try to do something, it keeps flying, so I can’t concentrate on the task of removing the magi.

It’s not just a whisper in your ear.

As if listening to my voice when I speak, the warrior’s voice resonates throughout his body, and it’s no joke.

In my spare time, I tried to share my senses with the hero to see what was wrong with the story, but I’ve never done that before. The other side forcibly spread the information first, because there was no need to get the information.

‘It would be difficult to modify the pattern even now…’

Even if there was a decoy, the dimension was split, the hero was stunned or killed, I had to be contacted, so I instilled the sense-sharing magic with great intensity, but I didn’t know it would come back like this.

The strength of the magic engraved is so strong that it is impossible to modify the magic of sharing the senses without directly touching the body of the hero.

The problem is that the place where the magic pattern is engraved is the lower chest of the warrior, that is, near the myeongchi.

So if I’m going to fix the magic, I’ll put my hand there… uh.

I thought the hero would be in a lot of trouble if someone else just found out the devil’s pattern, so I put it in a part of the body that wouldn’t be seen by other people as much as possible.

I would have put it on the sole of the foot or something like that.

“…”

‘…and again.’

What’s even more creepy is that whenever telepathy comes from the hero, Lucia looks at me.

Even if you are eating, reading a book, washing your face, or doing anything.

At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but now I don’t think about it like that since it happened over and over again.

[Lucia, why are you like this?]

[…it’s nothing.]

What’s more, when I ask what’s going on, Lucia pretends to be ignorant and turns his head away.

And after the conversation with the hero is over, Lucia comes back with a smile on his face as usual.

Clearly, Lucia knows that I am in contact with the hero.

I wonder why they pretend they don’t know… Well, let’s see each other’s faces later, shall we?

Since it’s an event that doesn’t exist in the story, it won’t give you any benefit as you progress through the story, but there’s nothing wrong with getting to know each other’s faces.