The World I Was Supporting Was Real

Episode 9. Our Only God

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That day, the moment when the light swallowed everything that existed.

What Erin saw, clad in armor of light, was the universe.

The universe that existed before the concept of the universe was established.

Erin does not know its exact name. But it was clearly the universe.

Universe. Universe. Universe.

In the Bible, simple letters are not engraved.

They are God’s words. The true stories of the real only God, not a false god.

An expression that a creature, which cannot even name it, can barely reach― the truth.

What is newly written is not new.

It is only perceived as new because it has not been reached.

It was fundamentally the same as the universe existing even though Erin did not know the universe.

The ‘truth’ of the true only God Igogodon entered the mind of the woman who would become a saint— Erin.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been overwhelmed by the truth pouring into their mind.

Crushed. Their head would have been destroyed by the logic that a mere human cannot understand. They would have become a madman, mumbling incomprehensible words, living a life as an ornament that might appear in an apocalypse.

The universe. The universe exists. There is a ‘God’ in the universe. Igogodon. Igogodon. God’s name is Igogodon…

No one could understand, and even the one reciting it could not understand, repeating it over and over, ending up as an ornament that might appear in an apocalypse.

But Erin is different.

The woman favored by ‘Igogodon’ had to be different.

From noble mtl dot comI can accept the truth. Her vessel can certainly hold the essence of Igguogwoden.

Therefore, Igguogwoden fills Erin’s insides with His ‘truth.’

“It’s coming in…!!”

A vessel to convey His will. Until the ‘vessel’ of the saint overflows with His color,

He stuffs it in. He stuffs it in.

He stuffs it in.

Throughout all of this process, Erin…

“The truth of Lord Igguogwoden…”

The truth of the one and only existence.

“Everything of Lord Igguogwoden is… to me…”

The thoughts of one who wishes to dedicate everything.

“God… my God, the only one who truly exists for everyone…!!!”

In her head.

In her heart.

In her belly, completely, full.

So full it could burst, so full it could burst.

Ah, Lord Igguogwoden. My Lord Igguogwoden…

So this is what it was. To be cherished means… to not forget that I am a woman… all of this, all of this is what You meant.

Well… if I come to ‘feel’ this… I can’t help but know that I am a woman, even if I don’t want to…♥

And because she fully embraced ‘Igguogwoden’—now it must be heard.

The voice of the one true God, Igguogwoden, who exists alone in this world and has never changed at any moment.

――Erin.

“Ah… Lord Igguogwoden…!”

Hearing the direct voice of God for the first time, not as a representative of the divine, Erin trembles just by hearing it—

As if caring the echoes of Him that fill her body born as a woman.

Just by hearing the voice, she thinks about what she might become. Surely. Surely, she could become so much more.

This voice… if I hear it more, I won’t be able to return to the old me.

Yet I want to hear it. The voice of God… I want to fill myself with it.

Lord Igguogwoden.

The one who saved me.

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Using me as the vessel of the saint, the one who filled me with his own…

His voice, as if whispering closely beside Erin…

Very deep and rich, soft yet intensely resonating in her ear.

――Erin, your chuchu is so big.

‘Ugh…!!!’

It was divine possession.

Erin, who finally made contact with the existence of God… just by hearing the voice, easily conceived the truth of Igogodon.

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“Ugh…”

Soon, the flash of light disappeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

The scenery that reappeared, except for Lumina and Erin sitting there—everything had changed.

The same capital, the same square, the same cathedral.

The guards scattered around, and a woman who seemed to be a high priestess.

When she came to her senses… Erin realized that something was in her hand.

It was the Bible.

The holiest book in the world, containing the words of God―― the one Erin always carried.

‘No… I must keep this.’

Even if she had lost consciousness, dropping the Bible was out of the question.

As Erin picked it up, the people who had collapsed began to regain consciousness one by one.

“Ugh… that light just now, what on earth…”

“What kind of trick did this wicked woman use…!”

“Ugh… my head…”

Lumina also seemed to have regained her senses, slowly getting up from her place.

What was I doing?

It seemed like she was dealing with the crazy woman who claimed to have heard the voice of God, ignoring herself, the saint candidate…

‘…Ah, right. The Bible…’

Yes.

Suddenly surrounded by light, the Bible in her arms flew away.

Realizing this, Lumina looked around her… and soon came up with a fundamental question.

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Why did I have a Bible in my arms?

I… I’ve never carried something like that around before.

“Saint!!”

At that moment.

Lumina heard the voices of the guards.

Saint?

No, of course, I am the one closest to being a saint, recognized even by His Holiness the Pope, but still, from the perspective of a nun, isn’t the title of saint problematic?

At the same time, she realized that the voices of the guards were getting farther away from her.

‘Huh…?’

She looked up and saw where Erin was—

The guards who had been protecting her until just now were not surrounding Erin, but rather supporting her.

No, to be precise, they didn’t know what to do. As if even touching that holy body was a sin.

‘What… is this…?’

Just as Lumina, with her wide eyes, was surprised, Erin also naturally sensed the change.

But unlike Lumina, who was wondering what on earth was going on, Erin seemed to understand why this was happening.

Why these people were calling her a saint.

And… why she always carried this Bible.

‘Lord Igogodon… You have answered… my prayers…!!!’

Once again, you have not abandoned me.

The request for the strength to overcome trials. It was indeed a shameless request, but I was certain that the merciful Lord Igogodon would grant any request of mine.

Because Lord Igogodon cherishes me. And my body…

Erin, quietly, so that no one would notice, gently stroked her large chest hidden under the tight priestly robe, hoping that the Lord Igogodon, who looked down on her with affection, would see her…

—Erin’s breasts are so big.

Just a moment ago, the high priestess who had been criticizing her ran to Erin and asked.

Erin nodded slowly.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s such a relief that you’re not hurt. If something had happened to the Saintess, it would have been terrible…!!”

“Wait, just a moment!”

From afar, Lumina, who had been watching the situation with a horrified expression, shouted urgently.

“Sa-Saintess? That woman is a blasphemer. She doesn’t even know the name of the god properly, and she speaks deceitful words about the god!”

“You crazy woman!”

“Eek…!”

Lumina had no choice but to step back.

The guard aimed his spear at her with a murderous look in his eyes.

“What nonsense are you spouting about the Saintess?! You must be out of your mind!”

“What trickery is this?!”

“Even if you try to deceive our eyes with such cheap magic, it won’t work, witch!”

“Wait a moment. What is, what is this…!!”

At that moment.

An old man rushed out of the cathedral with a desperate expression.

For some reason, Erin could recognize who he was at a glance.

His Holiness the Pope. He was Pope Agnus III of this continent.

“Saintess!!! Are you safe!!!”

It seemed he had been started by the recent flash and had rushed out in the middle of his duties.

“I’m fine.”

Pope Agnus III confirmed Erin’s condition and then sighed in relief.

“Ah… truly, truly a relief. It seems the god has protected the Saintess. Truly a relief…”

He closed his eyes and prayed to the one god he had served all his life.

And then.

“May in the future―”

From Lumina’s perspective, who was watching all this… he uttered words that she could not understand at all.

―May the god’s plain truth be with Erin.

‘…???’

God’s… blessing? No, it’s a plain fact…?

What does that even mean???

His Holiness the Pope used to say that in times like these, we should hope for God’s blessing, not some meaningless words…?

At that moment.

Lumina’s eyes fell on the nameplate, carved from expensive obsidian, which she had seen countless times while passing through this place.

[In honor of our only God, Igogodon]

‘Huh…?’

There…

Was that inscription…always there…?

Suddenly, an unknown fear enveloped Lumina, and… someone whispered in her ear.

There was clearly no one around. Yet, the voice lingered in her ear.

The eerie ‘voice,’ which could not be explained in human language, uttered incomprehensible words as if delivering a verdict.

A sentence that she, the unchosen one, could not understand even in a hundred years.

――Long live the 100,000 won donation.

Her era has come to an end.