It was like looking into a small jar and finding a bottomless pit for some reason. Something peeked out that should not fit in a person’s heart. The bottom of Morgana’s heart was connected to something else and reflected an imaginary image.
It was the “eye”, René thought.
For example, if a camera were to come close enough to touch a human body and capture an image, all that would be seen would be an expanse of skin tone that one could never tell what it was.
No matter how huge the skyscraper is, if you try to film it from a distance of 10 cm, all you will see is a concrete wall.
In other words, Morgana’s mind seemed to be just a flat surface painted white.
Now, the camera moved just a little and René could see who was beyond the door, Morgana.
An eye with such luminosity and pressure that it seemed to be the sun itself was looking at René through Morgana.
An overwhelming and powerful will that no human being could or should understand.
René’s emotional perception was not a thought, but only a look at a state of mind that was difficult to verbalize.
However, the sheer volume of information contained in that “gaze” was so great that René recognized it as a voice.
“Destroy it.”
It was the sound of thunder on a stormy night.
It was the roar of falling rocks.
There was no intervening humanity that could be called “ruthless”.
It was just the will of the Absolute, who thought of René as an obstacle, like a pebble on the road.
Was it a miracle or a curse?
A woman whose heart had become a screen reflecting the will of the Great God. A faith machine that read the desires of the Great God and faithfully realized the will of the Great God, reinterpreted and encoded on a human scale.
That was Morgana.
“Whew…”
René slumped down.
It was like a jolt to the brain.
What was left in the bladder when the flesh was undead was automatically expelled, wetting Rene’s feet.
“Ah, that…? Princess? Isn’t the presence-blocking magic wearing off?”
The shock was so great that she could neither fear nor despair.
She could only let go.
“Hey, hello? Am I missing something? It’s not …, is it? What’s wrong!? Hey!? Did you get hit by some weird magic!?”
An insect crawling on the ground cannot understand the philosophical thoughts of man.
The same way, René touched something that was too advanced for people to comprehend.
The fact that such a thing existed. And the fact that such a thing wished for her own destruction…
“It’s …. Hey, I can’t leave the Princess and run away because of my contract! Ahh! I’ll carry you on my back!”
The Great God who appeared before Chojiro Satou was a small, villainous-looking impostor in the form of a dignified old man.
The Evil God who appeared before René was only a haughty and suspicious saleslady, and the Great God was supposed to be nothing more than the equivalent of that.
“Hahahahaha! I found you, “Rose Princess of Hellrage”! Let all the humiliation of that day disappear!”
“Hey, Erminio. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
“Hmmm? If you ask me, … I don’t know what they’re going to do. Be careful.”
“… I’m in trouble. Hey, Princess. That bearded Thief knows how I fight, so even if I hide my face, he’ll know who I am if I fight him. Are you okay? I mean, I can’t fight against these five guys anyway, can I?”
René was mistaken somewhere along the line. ‘That’s the extent of God’, she thought.
Those were just manifestations of what René saw in order to interact with the … people, to match the level of human perception.
Different pressure. The size of consciousness was different. The ranks of existence were different…!
“Hey, wait, who are you!? Are you human!? Why are you running away with that thing on your back!? Did you defeat the Rose Princess of Hellrage!?”
“It looks like they’re protecting her.”
“What!? You are a human being, and yet you side with the evil undead? Then we, the “Decisive Drolette”, will show no mercy! You who have defied the teachings of God! Receive the Sword of Justice!!”
“Master, let’s go after them while they are screaming!”
One couldn’t understand it, and shouldn’t understand it. But René had touched the consciousness of it.
To the spirit of a vast amount of information that cannot be processed by the consciousness of a person.
René knew her insignificance.
“You can’t get caught!”
“Kyaaaaa!”
“Flash bullets…!?”
“Damn it, you guys, get back on your feet!”
“≪Cure Site≫!”
People called it “God”. What a happy illusion. The name “God” was given to a higher existence that was supposed to be beyond comprehension, and people thought they understood it.
It was a kind of trivialization.
But that was probably the right answer. Those who had known the truth would no longer be able to do anything about it.
“How long do you think you can get away with this? Blow ’em all to h*ll!”
“Whoa, wait, what is this? You’re joking… “
“Wait, don’t blow me up, too!”
“Get a head start, Edgar! Break down a couple of houses, but keep your feet on the ground! If those fools complain, I’ll pay for it!”
“Aye-aye!”
What could she do except just kneel down and grovel? She couldn’t even pray.
René knew that everything was for nothing.
The only way to describe it was ■■■.
“There it is!!”
“Ugh! … Uh-oh!”
“Okay, hit!”
“Yah! Erminio, good job!”
“Surround!”
“You, that way!”
[……- – — … …–…Oh, I made the connection. So, it seems that because you touched that … Great God, you were forced to raise your level of consciousness, and you are now halfway to enlightenment.]
“This guy…!”
“Geho, gefu!? What the h*ll? Smoke bomb?”
“Poison smoke screen, get back in line!”
“≪Resist≫…I don’t have enough hands to do that with… Blow it up, Loretta!”
“Yes, yes! ≪Wind Blow»!”
“… Princess, if you’re there, I’d like you to respond to me… You know, I’m afraid I’m going to end like this… At any rate, I don’t want to.”
[It’s just fine, so let’s just give it a little bit of a tune-up. I’m going to return your consciousness to the human form. But that’s all I can do. The rest you will have to recover on your own.]
She heard the voice of the Great One, and felt as if she were wrapped in His hands.
René felt as if she were lying on the cold cobblestone pavement.
She was rolling.
It was the city of Terra Kaine. It was night and cold. Nearby, Tracy was lying on the ground, his legs apparently burned by some kind of magic.
René felt as if something had been lost. It was like a gaping hole had opened up in her chest.
She was left with a sense of loss, of having lost something irreplaceable and important: ‘wisdom’.
But she no longer felt ■■■■.
■■■■? What was ■■■■? René had almost understood the concept a while ago, but now she didn’t understand it. But thanks to the fact that she no longer understood ■■■■, René was able to see the present.
The area was filled with white smoke. Poisonous smoke was billowing out of a smoke bomb-like tube. Buildings on both sides of the road were collapsing and blocking the way, as if they had been hit by bombs or something. The poison smoke filled the closed mortar-like structure. A strong wind, created by magic, was blowing the poisonous smoke.
“Princess, please…!”
Tracy, disguised as Mialanze’s face, was looking at René as he fell.
He was coughing up blood. The poison would not work on René, who was an undead, but not Tracy, who was a flesh-and-blood human being.
“The poison smoke shouldn’t last more than 20 seconds. Let’s wait for the holy beast to catch up and set it off.”
“Yes, let’s do that.”
Five adventurers surrounded René.
Two holy knights in full body armor.
A bearded Thief with a short magic wand-like item.
A female magician in what appeared to be nothing more than lingerie.
And a nobleman of vanity standing on a pile of rubble with the moon on his back.
“Decisive Drolette”.
“Inert indeed. Crawl on the ground, you lowly undead. But be honored. You are about to join the illustrious Order of Erminio Drolet. Yes! You will be my food! The best possible destruction.”
The poisonous smoke of stalling cleared.
She could feel the presence of a holy beast approaching.
If she didn’t defeat them, she would be defeated.
Her hands and feet were shaking and she could not move them as she wished.
But it was better than before, just because she could try to move her arms and legs.
For a moment, René was on the verge of a partial understanding of the Great God.
But because of ■■■■■, René’s consciousness no longer reached that level, and she could only fear and despair at the mightiness of the Great God.
–How am I supposed to fight with something like that … staring me in the face?
But.
–But that’s no reason …… for me not to fight!
She didn’t know whether Tracy had brought it with her or had been clutching it all along, but the cursed red blade was lying close by.
Then, pick it up.
“Aaaaahhh!!”
She thrusted it into her own chest.
“Wha, what!?”
Erminio’s astonished voice.
The cursed magic penetrated Rene’s body, even damaging the main body.
A dull pain that cracked the very foundation of her being. The blade spilled and scattered as a spray.
–Fight …!
René stood up, clinging to the pain.
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