The World I Was Supporting Was Real - Chapter 88



88. Are we loved by God?

Pillar of Light.

The truth is, even with a divine command, for the Observer to have created something of this magnitude at this point was bordering on miraculous.

Igwogodeon’s ‘divine words’ of meeting again someday, and the overwhelming amount of ‘Divine Power’ he poured out, and the ‘Observer’ reborn as a living being because of it.

If even a single gear hadn’t meshed, its creation, let alone its conception, would have been impossible.

Very slowly—

Watching the seemingly impossible will of God become reality, it couldn’t help but tremble again.

—All for the sake of Igwogodeon-nim.

“All for the sake… of Igwogodeon-nim….”

The Observer thought.

How benevolent is our God.

How much does our God love us, that He would bestow upon us to such an extent?

—It can only be explained as luck.

“Luck…?”

—You should know. Who is the God who overlooks the world… and what impact that has on our existence.

“…….”

The observer carefully caught their breath.

It was something they’d only known abstractly before—but now, alive. Now that they could think, they could draw a clear conclusion.

“What they want to tell us… it’s not ‘love,’ it’s about a god, isn’t it?”

—A god’s power can do anything. From changing the world to destroying it.

A god who only revels in violence.

What they desire is solely destruction and slaughter. A god who can only be described as literally ‘enjoying’ the world breaking.

The observer and ‘it’ were lesser beings, unable to trespass into god’s domain, so they hadn’t actually encountered such a god—

But regarding the world wrecked by such a god’s hand, somehow, they knew from birth.

Beings who sink along with the world, ruined by the god’s granted power, yet who can never defy the god’s will.

—We who need ‘god’s power’ borrow that power by reflecting the world to the god. That’s why, whatever the god wants, we must fulfill it. Even if destruction lies at the end.

“…I know.”

—To be honest, even now, if Iggwodun-nim changes their mind, I can adapt to that… but you, having gained the ability to think, won’t be able to do that.

Hearing those words, the observer carefully opened their mouth while looking at the pillar of light.

“It’s alright.”

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“The god, Iggwodun-nim… would never abandon us.”

Not only to the beings he could directly see, but also to us beyond them, merely observing them, bestowing grace upon us with their warm nature.

There is no way that Iggwodun-nim, who possesses such a radiant heart, would wish to destroy our world.

—We must not lose sight of our duty until the very end.

“Don’t… worry, it’s… alright…”

Having finished their reply, the observer laid back down in their place again.

My mind was starting to blur, as if I’d spent every last bit of strength just making that little pillar of light.

—Now that we’re talking directly, you must’ve heard what the god desires, right?

“What they desire…”

What I-gwo-gweo-deon-nim desires most desperately—to connect with a woman who is loved by god.

In a smaller way, to be even a little ‘connected’ with them.

“I have…a question.”

—What is it?

“I am…”

The Observer, for some reason, hesitated a little before cautiously moving their pink lips.

“I am a woman, right?”

—That is a question you would know better than I.

The Observer carefully touched their soft chest—

“We are loved by god, right?”

And.

For a long while, there was no reply—

—What is it you want to say?

“……”

The Observer slowly closed their eyes.

Their faces were burning.

This was the first physical reaction the Observer had ever experienced since being reborn as a living being.

Was this an extension of that ‘shame’ I felt last time?

Like a newborn learning emotions through various experiences—the Observer was slowly mastering the emotions that were the privilege of a living being.

“Next time, I must…for Iggu Guodun-nim, the bath scene…of Airenne-yang, who is loved by Iggu Guodun-nim…”

Instead of replying, the Observer muttered to themselves like that and then, as if they were completely drained of energy…fell asleep.

To become a living being also meant to become a body that needed rest through sleep.

If the price of ‘evolving’ into an entity capable of thinking for oneself was this, was it too much, or was it just right?

And.

‘It’, who was able to view the situation objectively, unlike the Observer who was born with it, because it lacked life, stared at the Observer, who had fallen asleep while mumbling incomprehensible words.

“Am I… a girl?”

Just as I thought.

Thinking entities often blurt out things that make absolutely no sense.

Just like humans. Fragile beings, who couldn’t even move forward without relying on something.

But.

To ‘its’ own situation, where it couldn’t choose whether to move forward, but had to only seek out divine power, what could that be?

Watching the string of objective sentences, it uttered words devoid of emotion.

—If your rebirth as a living being is ‘the will of the Gods’, and if connecting even slightly to their realm like this is also ‘the will of the Gods’…

It muttered for a long while, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Beside the Observer, who was left alone and lost in sleep, a clear pillar of light stood watch.

* * *

“…Hyaaahh?!!”

In the saint’s chamber, Erin, deep in prayer, moaned as if possessed, then opened her eyes.

And then, with her head thrown back… she shuddered violently.

‘It’s coming…!!!’

Erin, pregnant with divine truth, could hear it.

The will of God.

What the one true god, Iguoguo-don, desired!

Though, as a mere mortal, it was impossible to understand His will directly…

Even indirectly deciphering the will of Iguoguo-don was a great enough feat in itself.

Wasn’t that why, as ‘the Saint’, she wielded absolute power over all?

“Haa… haa….”

Erin saved the ‘will of God’ that coursed through her body for a long while…

Then, carefully rising from her place, she treasured the holy book and spoke.

“Cecilia. Are you there?”

“Speak, Saint.”

Cecilia’s voice came from beyond the door.

“Would you gather the people I name immediately?”

* * *

The conference room of Iguoguo-don Imperial City.

Across from Eirene, who diligently oversaw national affairs each day, Balus nodded his head.

“Then, it seems we can conclude the third proclamation.”

“I see. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

“No. The Demon Lord’s will have been fully reflected, so I am satisfied.”

Eirene was drafting the third proclamation with Ballus, the representative of the demon race.

The core of it was to expand the scope of interaction between demons and humans, and to delete the rule about the ‘boundary that must not be crossed’—a rule that had become virtually obsolete due to the demons’ rapid adaptation and the near- absence of mana side effects.

“How are the demons faring in their daily lives?”

“The Empire has granted us many permissions, so we’re living quite well and healthily. The young demons no longer lose their lives due to insufficient mana and sunlight. From the humans’ perspective, our kind might still look frightening… but we are always grateful that everyone treats us so kindly.”

“That’s truly a relief. I only hope this peace continues.”

“Agreed.”

Eirene extended her hand to Ballus, shaking it.

“That aside… What about Demon Lord-chan, ah, I mean… Demon Lord-sama?”

“She said she had something else to do.”

Eirene nodded, looking a little disappointed.

She’d wanted to meet the cute Demon Lord who made little squeak sounds when she walked, to eat snacks together, and, after so long, to have her do a lap pillow and shake a rattle… But it would be absurd to summon her just because she’s busy.

Even though she seemed that way, she was undeniably the Demon Lord, the supreme ruler of the demon race. Eirene knew well enough that she had to treat her with the utmost respect, far more than anyone else among the demons.

“Perhaps visiting the dungeon myself next time wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

“Would you be alright? Even if mana no longer has adverse effects, Your Majesty might still find the appearance of my people grotesque and frightening.”

“No.”

Eirene moved her head, slightly shaking a stray side lock of hair, a very elegant curve forming at her lips.

Her crescent moon-like eyes were filled with a captivating sensuality.

“A well-matured woman doesn’t judge everything by mere appearance.”

“I see…”

Then.

“My apologies during the meeting, Your Majesty.”

A soldier’s voice came from beyond the door.

“What is it?”

“The Saint has come to see you.”

“…?”

The Saint has come?

“I’m alright, Your Majesty. The important conversation is over anyway. Go ahead and speak with her.”

Eirene gave a light bow to Balas, then.

“Let her in.”

The door opened, and Erin, the woman of God, dressed in her Saint’s vestments, slowly approached Eirene.

“Welcome, Saint.”

“Your Majesty, greetings. Have you been at peace?”

“Thanks to you, Saint, I’ve been able to live through each day safely. But, what brings you here so suddenly…?”

“There is a place I must take Your Majesty.”

“Me?”

Eirene tilted her head in a confused manner, while Balas cautiously lowered his head.

“I’ll excuse myself first. Then…”

Just as he was about to leave the conference room,

“Just a moment.”

“?”

Saint Erin, stopped Valrus as he was heading out.

“You’re the demon Valrus, am I right?”

“That’s correct.”

“Hmm….”

Erin stared at Valrus with a very serious expression.

To be precise… she stared right through his chest.

‘….???’

Valrus, feeling strangely embarrassed by the rather sticky gaze, cautiously hunched his shoulders, and at the same time –

“It would be great if you could come along as well, Mr. Valrus. What do you think?”

“Me?”

“Yes. Do you perhaps have any plans?”

“No, nothing in particular…”

“Then, would you mind spending some time with us?”

Valrus’s mind raced.

From the humans’ perspective, Saint Erin was as important as the Emperor, Ayrene.

‘For the sake of lasting peace for the demons, maintaining a good relationship with the Saint is crucial.’

“Of course.”

“Great! Then, would both of you please come this way?”

* * *

The place Eirene and Erin arrived at was the grand hall of the Igogodon Cathedral.

Though they were diligently filling it with new things, it still felt somewhat empty—there, a whole platter of holy knights had gathered.

“You’ve arrived, Saintess. We await an audience with His Imperial Majesty.”

As Ophelia greeted them, the rabbit on her head hopped and bounced.

“Igogodon! Igogodon!”

“It’s been a while, Rabbit Lord.”

The rabbit, who was about to leap into Eirene’s arms, caught sight of—

“……Igogodon?”

“?”

–Ballus, following behind Eirene.

A woman with long, violet hair and a strikingly alluring appearance.

The rabbit stared at Ballus without a word, then—

hopped right into her arms.

“Ah…?!”

In Ballus’ arms, who barely managed to catch it, the rabbit curled up and said,

“Igogodon! Fresh and-don!”

“Huh? W-what… Fresh and-don…?”

“It seems the Rabbit Lord has taken a liking to you.”

“To me?”

At Ophelia’s words, Ballas blushed slightly, saying,

“Well. They’re calling you a ‘fresh woman,’ you see. If you’d be willing to humor them, I’d be grateful.”

The thought of what a ‘fresh woman’ even meant was baffling, but-

“Understood. It’s not a difficult task.”

Ballas looked down at the rabbit in his arms.

The Demon Lord had said he was impressed that humans, despite having ‘divine beasts’ that could, even now, sweep away the demons, still chose to resolve things through conversation…

‘This rabbit is definitely that divine beast.’

Its snow-white, fluffy fur, the tiny black sesame-seed eyes blinking.

The way it turned its head this way and that, twitching its long ears – behind that cute exterior was an overwhelming power.

Ballas was slightly wary, but… if Ophelia was right, it meant he was liked?

‘…It *is* kind of cute…’

The rabbit tumbled around in Ballas’s arms for a while, before, with another *hop!*, it leaped back into Eirene’s arms.

Eirene stroked the rabbit’s head with a gentle smile.

“Pyah! Jari-got-godon! Jari-got-godon!”

“Huhu, Rabbit Sir. It seems you noticed I was about to feel a bit slighted, thinking you’d abandoned me.”

“Igogodon! Geuk-lagigodon!”

“Yes, yes.”

It felt more like an adorable pet than a powerful divine beast—

But the overwhelming aura of a true strong one that came from it was genuine, so Ballas didn’t let his guard down.

“Saintess. What is the reason you’ve called us together?”

“I heard there’s something important to discuss…”

Luka and Linea, who had been listening quietly, asked. Erin nodded in response—

“Everyone. Thank you for gathering. The thing is…”

Erin extended her index finger, pointing towards the sky—

“Today, it came down. Lord Igwugwudon’s message.”

“……!!!”

She declared the ‘divine revelation’ she had received, to those chosen by the divine.

“From now on, we will all go together to bathe!”