"… "
Herbert frowned. After listening to the epic story, he was indeed shocked and amazed by the feat of that peerless woman.
But the story did sound very interesting, and he always felt that something was not right.
But at the same time, he also thought of a key point.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop, is there any hidden story behind this?"
"oh?"
Herbert squinted his eyes and carefully observed the posture of the statue, but he could not sense any pain or struggle from it.
She probably did this voluntarily.
"If the Saint was able to suppress the Ancient God even after her death, why didn't she destroy him completely at that time?"
If I'm not mistaken, the Saint had the upper hand in that battle.
You are really fierce...
"You actually noticed that."
The old man nodded approvingly, then shook his head and sighed: "Just as you thought, the Saint eventually suppressed the Ancient God and was able to completely digest Him and completely replace Him."
With just one more step forward, she would be able to seize everything from the ancient gods, ignite the divine fire, lift up the throne, and ascend to the sky completely.
But she gave up and refused to become a god.
"The Saint did not do so. On the one hand, it was because she was determined not to become a god. On the other hand, it was probably because of her love for all."
"For this saint who loves everything in the world, even the evil ancient gods can probably be saved."
Herbert was silent.
Did the saint become a virgin after she softened her heart at the last moment
But he really didn't think that a being with the courage to fight his way into the kingdom of God would change his mind at the last minute because of such a ridiculous reason as "being soft-hearted for a moment".
Did she discover something at the last minute
"Don't think too much, kid."
While Herbert was daydreaming, the archbishop's voice once again woke him up from his confusion.
"This is her fate."
"Saint Nenasha's love, which could be called lustful, led her to voluntarily embark on a path filled with blood and thorns."
"She saved all living beings, and ultimately met her own end in the process of saving them."
"This is her love, a love so great that it can be called twisted."
"For her, love is redemption."
“It is a salvation for both the saved and the saver.”
The moment he heard this, Herbert couldn't help but recall the God of Harmony's angry and sarcastic whispers:
[“Love is a curse.”]
He considers the love of all beings a curse and attributes all sins to it.
This view obviously runs counter to Saint Nenasha's idea, but Herbert vaguely feels that the two seem to be related.
The two have the same origin, but they repel each other.
So, since "Saint Nenasha" is completely dead, what about the "Goddess of Harmony Nenasha" that I know
Is he the reincarnation of a saint? Or an ancient god who stole someone else's name
Or... both
So, my dear ally, who are you
After thinking in silence for a long time, Herbert suppressed all his thoughts and looked at the old man who had been looking at him quietly.
"Your Excellency, I don't quite understand why you... want to tell me this?"
Didn’t you come to me to call me to account
How come you're telling a story
The archbishop shook his head and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he asked, "Son, what do you think after listening to this story?"
"Thoughts..."
It's coming.
Herbert narrowed his eyes, knowing that the truly critical turning point had finally arrived, and his next answer would affect all future developments.
"… "
After a moment, Herbert took a deep breath, straightened his back, and looked directly into the old man's eyes.
He frankly said those treasonous and depraved words that must never be said to anyone else in the monastery.
He said:
"I think that monsters... aren't all evil."
"They are aliens, not heretics."
This is blasphemy.
“They can be trusted, too.”
He expressed his point again.
"Among the images you showed me, there was one that left a deep impression on me."
"Among the followers behind the Saint, there are not only humans, but also a large number of monsters. However, they did not harm each other, but fought together and cooperated with each other."
"So, as long as the conditions are right, monsters can be controlled and used by us."
This is the language of depravity.
He is questioning the correctness of the scriptures.
Herbert knew.
This is a risky thing, and if you get it wrong you could end up in vain.
He also knew this.
But he still had to say it.
Boom boom boom…
His heart was pounding in his chest, and his adrenaline was surging, sending him into a state of excitement.
Herbert is here.
His intuition told him that the archbishop had told him so many stories and that he must have something special to say to him.
And it must be very unusual.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop... Is my idea wrong?"
The church fell into an unbearable silence again.
After a long time, when Herbert was beginning to doubt whether he had made a wrong bet, the old man with white hair and beard laughed softly.
He nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "Child, you are very kind and brave."
"Because of your kindness, you will think about the plight of the monsters and pity the innocent and weak among them."
"Because you are brave enough to ask me, and risk severe punishment..."
At this point, the old man jokingly asked: "Child, aren't you afraid of being burned at the stake?"
"I'm not afraid!"
Other punishments are fine, but burning at the stake...
Hey↓Hey↑
If you say this, then I'm really not afraid.
Burn me to death if you dare!
The joy of fire is me.
Herbert stood straight, his eyes were firm, he clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice:
"If burning me at the stake can make others reflect, I am willing to go into the flames for those innocent people who have been persecuted!"
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The young man's deafening shout echoed in the church.
He was willing to die for the oppressed, just to awaken others to reflect.
This idea is a bit silly, but also admirable.
The archbishop looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes moving slightly.
The truth.
There is not a single false statement.
From beginning to end, the child never told any lies.
There was no hesitation or fear in the Archbishop's words; they came completely from the heart and true feelings.
Say what you mean.
This firm will to sacrifice is truly moving.
Even the archbishop, who had seen too many of them, felt a little touched for a moment.
After a long while, the archbishop finally said with emotion: "Sure enough, you and Saint Nenasha are very similar. You are very destined to be together."
"They both regard humans and monsters as equal beings, they are both willing to sacrifice themselves for others, they both have a heart full of love..."
Herbert:
Me, do I have it
Um, did I overact just now
Herbert felt guilty after hearing the archbishop's exaggerated praise and wanted to change his words and explain, but he found it was too late.
Now, even if I explained that it was not true, the archbishop would not believe it.
never mind.
Don't explain anymore, just let him misunderstand.
Being mistaken for a hero doesn't seem so bad.
After praising him, the Archbishop poured a bucket of cold water on Herbert to cool him down:
"It's just that, kid, there is still a big gap between you and her now. If you really want to be her, do you know where the gap is?"
gap
Herbert was a little dazed, and answered subconsciously after hearing:
"… Uh, gender?"
Herbert could not become a saint.
That's for sure.
He definitely won't be able to become a saint in this life, and he doesn't want to be one in the next life either.
Besides, it would be bad if this story turned into "The Convent of the Holy Virgin"... Hmm.
The consequences of being clever are naturally not unexpected.
The archbishop's emotions were interrupted on the spot. The words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He looked at the white-haired boy silently.
"… "
He clearly didn't say anything, but it seemed like he had said everything.