This Wasn’t an Erotic Game?

Chapter 24
I Want to Cry, Dammit
『 Translator – Divinity 』

“He’s a devil worshiper!! There’s no other explanation!! Does it make sense to just gloss over this?? If this is a heresy trial, do it properly!! I can’t accept this!! That man is a devil worshiper!! You need to observe him more closely! Use mind control or a stronger miracle! Do something!!”

Thüdel seemed to have lost her mind.

Madness was evident in her wide eyes, and her finger-pointing seemed hysterical.

The witches and mages of the Magic Tower looked bewildered.

The people of the Lilia Church were gradually transforming from fanatics shedding tears of gratitude to something like the priests from a certain berserker manga.

They looked as if they were about to grab a Bible and shout, “You blasphemous fool!!” at any moment.

“Thüdel! Don’t spout such nonsense without evidence!! Are you trying to put the Magic Tower in a difficult position!!”

A man who appeared to be the Tower Master shouted. But Thüdel didn’t stop.

“Everyone else is strange!! Doesn’t it defy common sense that he performs miracles without using magic or divine power??? Has there ever been a saint like that? This is a fraud!! An elaborately planned, evil fraud!! I can’t accept this verdict!! Even if I’m the only one, I will insist!! That man is not a saint!! He is a fraud!!”

“Such insolence!”

The followers of the Lilia Church, including High Priest Yodel, erupted and rose from their seats.

Some paladins even drew their swords and enveloped them in divine power.

“We cannot tolerate such an insult! How dare you speak like that to the Saint of our Church, you witch!”

Wow.

Perfect.

If they just grabbed a Bible and smashed someone’s head in, it would be exactly like that scene I often see in memes.

Just as High Priest Yodel shouted in anger, the judge at the bench, Gerson, the High Priest of the Silent Church, raised his hand to stop the Lilia followers.

“Witch of the Magic Tower, I believe your name is Thüdel, correct?”

“That is correct, Master Gerson. I cannot accept this verdict! There are records of someone who deceives and manipulates people with heretical sorcery that is neither divine power nor magic. The Silent Church, of all people, cannot be unaware of this! I believe it’s too dangerous to simply acknowledge such a person as a saint!”

At Thüdel’s words, Gerson looked at her with a perfectly expressionless face.

“You seem to be talking about the chosen one of the Evil God, the ‘One with a Thousand Faces.’ Am I correct?”

“That’s right!! Everyone, think carefully!! All we have is circumstantial evidence!! The trial has proceeded based on the miracles he performed, the words he spoke, and the memories of those around him!! I don’t doubt the Silent Church, but I believe we need to look into his soul! Who knows what kind of evil plan he might be hiding in his heart!”

“I!! I!”

High Priest Yodel had become Mozgus MK2.

I quickly waved my hand and told Yodel to stay put.

First…

First, I need to observe the situation.

“As a member of the Magic Tower participating in this heresy trial, I understand I have the right to do so!! A heresy trial, especially one concerning a saint, must be conducted with utmost thoroughness!! I request that his memories and soul be examined!!”

At Thüdel’s words, High Priest Gerson shrugged.

“I acknowledge your right. A heresy trial concerning a saint must be clear and certain. If you wish, we will proceed with the examination of the Saint’s memories and soul.”

Yodel erupted at those words.

“Unacceptable!! Examining his memories and soul?! That’s something you do to devil worshipers and heretics!! He has already been declared a saint, so why should he endure such an insulting act?!”

The Lilia followers agreed with Yodel.

They were so fierce that it seemed like they would start a riot at any moment.

But even then, my mind was racing.

I had to prove that I wasn’t a saint, no matter what.

My memories.

My soul.

Honestly, it’s embarrassing to show them to others.

But there’s nothing more certain than examining my memories and soul.

If they looked at my memories, they would also see my memories of living in Korea.

There are different kinds of saints.

You have to be from this world to be a saint, right?

If it’s revealed that I’m from a completely different world, no one would believe I’m a saint anymore.

I know.

Revealing the fact that I’m reincarnated from another world is dangerous.

I don’t know how the people of this world would react to someone from another world.

They might even try to harm me because I’m a dimension traveler.

None of the protagonists in the novels I’ve read did anything as stupid as revealing their otherworld reincarnation.

But so what?

I’d rather be exposed as a reincarnator than die from divine punishment.

Execution.

Divine punishment.

I’m sick of living in fear of those things.

“Examine my memories and soul. If that will clear the last remaining doubts, then it is the right thing to do.”

“Saint!”

“We must be certain, mustn’t we, Master Gerson? Please proceed.”

At my words, Gerson stared at me.

The emotion on his face was clear respect.

“Before Le-Nere, all secrets shall be revealed. Prepare the Miracle of Soul Witness.”

The Silent Church inquisitors gathered around me and began preparing for the miracle. Then Gerson looked at Thüdel.

“We will examine his soul, and you examine his memories. Would that be satisfactory?”

Thüdel smiled and walked down from the audience stand towards me.

“Perfectly satisfactory!”

Thüdel and the Silent Church inquisitors stood before me.

Magic and miracles were cast upon my body simultaneously.

“Oh, Grace!! What an insult!!…”

Grandpa Yodel.

I’m sorry.

There’s no point in getting angry.

I’m going to stop being a saint.

So goodbye.

Now!!

Reveal my memories as a reincarnator!

I’m quitting being a saint!! Yodel!!

Slowly, I felt an unfamiliar sensation penetrating my brain and body.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

It’s over.

Even my memories as a reincarnator have been exposed.

After going this far…

Please just let me stop being a saint.

***

For an hour…

The witch Thüdel and the Silent Church inquisitors slowly examined my soul and memories.

And then they opened their eyes and stepped back from me.

“The Saint’s soul is pure. There is no sign of any black magic or the Evil God. I swear by Le-Nere, the Father of Darkness and Secrets. He is not a devil worshiper.”

At the Silent Church’s words, the Lilia followers nodded as if they had expected it.

“Witch Thüdel, what about the memories you saw? Were there any memories that suggest he is a devil worshiper?”

High Priest Gerson asked Thüdel.

At his words, Thüdel had a confused expression.

“No… no. This is… no… strange. This is strange.”

She muttered frantically.

“How… how could such memories? Is it a vision of the future? Or memories from before birth? That city? Those vehicles? What is it? What did I just see?”

Gerson narrowed his eyes at her, muttering in confusion.

“Were there any memories that suggest he is a devil worshiper? Or were there not? Answer me, witch Thüdel.”

Thüdel flinched at his words.

“I don’t know how to explain this… I’ll show you the fragments of memories I saw.”

Thüdel pointed her wand at her head and then cast a large illusion spell into the air.

And within that illusion, scenes that were incredibly familiar to me unfolded.

A massive city.

Seoul.

The dazzling night view and the Han River Bridge.

Countless people and cars filling the streets.

Computers, smartphones, food delivery.

People walking amongst Hangeul, so familiar to me.

Not the memories of Jericho Amael, but the memories of Kim Min-gyu, a citizen of South Korea, were vividly displayed to everyone.

After a series of scenes that were clearly not from the Arcal Empire, the illusion magic ended.

I closed my eyes.

I’ve done this much.

Yes.

I’m not from this world.

I’m just a Korean who reincarnated with erotic game abilities.

I’m not even from this world!!

Am I still a saint even after this?

Am I still a saint?

“What in the world… what were those scenes…”

Everyone in the courtroom, including High Priest Gerson, had dumbfounded expressions.

Even the witch Thüdel had a confused look on her face.

While everyone was silent, wondering about the scenes they had just witnessed…

Suddenly.

“Perhaps, being from a prophecy family, he saw the future?”

The restaurant owner where I had briefly worked blurted out.

“It’s clearly a scene from the future!! Those tall skyscrapers, the stylish cars filling the streets. That’s what the Arcal Empire will look like in about a hundred years. Why are you all so surprised by something so obvious?”

At his words, the people who had been bewildered, unsure how to interpret what they had just seen, lit up.

“Indeed!… He is the son of the Jericho family, a prophecy family!!”

“That’s what it was!! He saw the future through a prophecy!!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake…

“No! I’m a reincarnator!! I’m someone who lived in another world and crossed over to this one! Don’t you understand yet!! I’m not a saint!! I’m not even from this world!!”

As I shouted, a priest from the Prophecy Church, followers of the God of Future, Rupiel, one of the 24 churches of the Pantheon, stood up.

“Aren’t you saying you have memories of living in that other world, Saint?”

“No! I’m not just saying I have memories, I actually lived there!!”

At my words, the priest from the Prophecy Church fell silent with a serious expression, then spoke.

“He is a Seer, everyone. Occasionally, there are people like him. In their very early childhood, when their souls are most free, they see a vast expanse of the future and mistake it for memories of their past life.”

“No, I’m not a Seer, I’m a real reincarnator!!…”

“Let’s test that. Saint, you weren’t very good at predicting the future, were you, despite being from a prophecy family?”

At those words, the restaurant owner and my neighbors who had known me since childhood nodded.

“We saw with our own eyes how he was constantly scolded for not being able to see the future!”

The priest from the Prophecy Church nodded at my words.

“That confirms it. He is a Seer. A type of prophet who used up all their prophetic abilities in childhood and can no longer see the future. In those scenes of the future you saw, there must have been unfamiliar letters and cities and landscapes you’ve never seen before. It’s a symptom of seeing the future in childhood. Because you hadn’t learned to read or see the world extensively at that time, the letters, landscapes, and cities are distorted and remain in your memory.”

“Indeed!!”

“I thought he was a saint… but he’s also a Seer!!”

I wanted to scream and tear my hair out.

Even after all this, am I still a saint?

And even a Seer??

As I stared blankly into space, dumbfounded, the priests of the Prophecy Church all stood up and bowed to me.

“We express our respect to the one who has seen the most vast future. All of the Prophecy Church greets the Seer and the Healing Saint. May a glorious future be bestowed upon you.”

I laughed.

Now, all I could do was laugh in absurdity.

What more do I have to do?

What more do I have to do to make you believe that I’m not the Healing Saint?!

I’m really going to be struck by lightning and die because of the Goddess Lilia!!

I want to cry.

I really want to cry, dammit.

And it seemed I wasn’t the only one who wanted to cry.

“N-No. That can’t be. There’s no way… that that bastard is the real saint…”

The witch Thüdel was muttering as if she had lost her mind.