Is this so that I can go back to the capital without any worries and cause trouble for those people
"Sir, what you mean is... I understand."
"Well, go ahead."
He didn’t ask idiotic questions like “Will this cause trouble for the monastery?”
What kind of trouble could affect such a powerful being
Herbert bowed to the old man and prepared to walk out of the church.
But when he was about to push the door open, he suddenly remembered something, looked back, and asked softly, "Your Excellency the Archbishop, what do you think of monsters?"
You asked me so many questions, what is your answer
"I?"
The old man with his back to him did not open his eyes, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked jokingly: "Kid, have you ever thought about who brought back those monsters in the Discipline House?"
"Haha, I'm not as kind as the Saint, and I won't be troubled by such things."
"Those who can be reformed will be kept, and those who cannot be taught will be eliminated. It's that simple."
It was a very plain sentence, but Herbert's eyebrows jumped when he heard it, and he felt a strong sense of evil.
good.
This boss is not a merciful person.
In addition, whether it was Herbert's illusion, when he looked back at the center of the church, he always felt that the blasphemous icon seemed to be hollowed out.
It was as if there was only an empty shell left there.
Without giving it much thought, he quietly left the temple.
And after briefly telling his caretaker what had happened in the conversation, Herbert returned to his room before nightfall.
"… "
He sat quietly at his desk, staring at the hands of the mechanical clock - it was not yet past midnight.
Herbert frowned and was silent for a while, then he finally spoke softly to himself:
"Nenasha..."
"You're here, right?"
No one answered.
The only sound in the quiet room was the sound of gears turning.
Click, click, click…
Herbert squinted his eyes and remained silent until he heard a happy chuckle behind him.
[“Hey~”]
[“I was discovered by you again~”]
The evil spirit abnormally appeared before nightfall.
This means that His power has been restored and His strength has become even stronger.
But Herbert, who should have been happy, did not smile at this time. He did not try to turn around, but looked at the burning candlelight and asked softly:
"How should I address you? Saint Nenasha? Or the evil god Nenasha?"
He asked his allies this question.
"So, you... are you still you?"
And answering him—
It was a playful sneer.
[“Puchi, hahaha~”]
Chapter 92 Who Am I (Thanks to the leader! +3 for the extra chapter!)
[“My dear ally, do you really believe what that guy said?”]
[“Haha! Hahaha~”]
In the quiet room, the evil god was laughing wantonly behind the mortal.
That pleasant laughter was filled with joy, a little bit of playfulness, and even a hint of mockery.
However, no one knows who He is mocking at this moment...
[“So, are you doubting me now? Do you think I have other plans for you? Do you think I will harm you?”]
[“This really makes me sad! Woohoo~”]
The evil god whispered questions into the boy's ear, with a hint of curiosity and a hint of resentment and sadness - the kind of fake crying that was obviously fake.
But the boy was not affected by His thoughts, his emotions were extremely stable, and he answered calmly:
"No, I've known for a long time that you were secretly planning something, and I never cared about it."
It was obvious that both parties had ulterior motives when they first cooperated, and it was perfectly normal for them to harbor ulterior motives.
Nenasha hid, and so did Herbert, of course.
In this world, who doesn’t have some secrets
But the crux of the problem is not here.
Herbert shook his head calmly and said calmly: "You don't have to tell me those things now. What I care about now is another thing... Who am I working with?"
"Even if you want to lie to me in the future, you have to tell me who is lying to me, right?"
[“Look at what you said~ How could I lie to you? Haha~”]
Nenasha sighed and said sadly: [“Compared to me, an ally who wholeheartedly cares for you, you are more willing to trust an outsider who is plotting against you.”]
[“This is really… sad~”]
Herbert listened to the hypocritical crying and couldn't help but want to refute: "Well, calm down first, why are you acting so hypocritical..."
["Um?"]
The God of Harmony keenly caught the change in his mood and asked coldly: ["What did you want to say just now?"]
"Well, it's nothing, really nothing."
Herbert coughed hard, pretending nothing had happened, and said calmly:
"Don't say anything like that. I'd rather believe him than your stupid words... I'd certainly rather believe you than him."
"That's why I asked you directly instead of investigating secretly during the day, right?"
[“… ”]
Indeed, as Herbert said, he could have chosen not to ask.
Herbert could just pretend that he knew nothing. Judging from the previous situation, Nenasha had no way of knowing the conversation between him and the archbishop.
He could have simply avoided talking about this matter, and then investigated it secretly during the day, or even joined forces with the archbishop to plot against Him.
But Herbert not only did not do so, but chose to be frank with Nenasha and directly point out the problem.
"Besides, I have no intention of delving deeper. I just want to know who you are. That's all."
[“…Who am I? Is that all you want to ask?”]
"Yes, that's it. I won't ask anything else. If you want to talk, then tell me. If you don't want to talk, then don't tell me."
Herbert curled his lips and snorted: "I just don't want to call you for so long, and then tell me that it's a fake name. It will make me feel very uncomfortable."
[“… That’s all?”]
"That's all."
[“Haha! Hahaha~”]
Nenasha laughed again, but the mood in the room was noticeably more relaxed than before.
[“Oh my! I didn’t realize before that you are so cute~”]
"Oh."
Herbert rolled his eyes, regretting telling Him the truth.
We should question Him harshly.
This funny god really shines brightly when given a little sunshine.
"Humph, stop talking nonsense and just tell me whether you are willing to tell me or not."
The evil god's laughter disappeared, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet again.
After a long time, the candle on the table flickered slightly, and Herbert felt a cold finger touching his back without warning, rubbing it gently up and down.
He is right behind us.
[“Herbert, you are really greedy... Hehe.”]
Nenasha's laughter was full of playfulness, and she said teasingly: "You are so eager to know a woman's secret, you must understand what this means to a man, right?"
As Nenasha's attitude changed, Herbert calmed down and said softly:
"It means I want to know you, know you deeply, know you better than anyone else."
"Well, will you tell me?"
The mortal asked the question sincerely, and the god whispered the answer.
[“I’ve always been me~”]
Nenasha's voice was softer than ever before, lingering gently around Herbert's ears, penetrating into his ear holes, and flowing into his soul like honey.
[“Herbert, you don’t have to worry about me.”]
[“The saint in the story has disappeared in the burning of the divine fire, and the ancient god has disappeared in the long river of time. In the end, the only one left is me standing in front of you.”]
[“To put it in words that you can understand now—I am a saint and an ancient god. Both of them are me.”]
Herbert was silent.
It was indeed the third situation he expected.
Both the saint and the ancient god died, but not completely. The broken parts of the two intertwined together to become a brand new individual.
"How did the Saint do it?"
Nenasha did not explain in detail, but simply said: [“The will of mortals is no weaker than that of gods.”]
Herbert did not know whose will prevailed.
But judging from the attitude that Nenasha has always shown, I'm afraid the difference between the two is not much.
Therefore, there appeared a funny god who called himself "evil god" but acted neither evil enough nor kind enough.
"But to be honest, I really can't see the shadow of a saint in you."
Hmm, not really.
[“Why? You have never seen me as a saint. The image of a saint in your eyes is just an imagination.”]
[“Should a saint be serious? Should she only talk about compassion? Should she only have a gentle face forever?”]
[“My dear ally, this is blatant prejudice!”]
Prejudice
Herbert wanted to complain, but he had to admit that he had no way to refute it.
It was indeed his preconceived notion.
But even so…
[“Okay~ What’s there to worry about? Anyway, for you, whether I am a “he” or a “she”, isn’t there any difference?”]
Nenasha asked back with some amusement, and said leisurely:
[“Anyway, you don’t know the Saint Lady, nor the Ancient God, so they have nothing to do with you.”]