Wasn’t This a Night Game

Wanna Cry, Fuck.

“He’s a worshipper of an evil god!! There’s no other explanation! Can we really just gloss over this so vaguely?? If this is an Inquisition, it should be done with more certainty!! I can’t accept this!! He’s a worshipper of an evil god!! He needs to be observed more closely! Cast a mind control spell, use a stronger miracle! Do something!”

Tüdel looked like she’d lost her mind.

Madness gleamed in her half-turned eyes, and her finger-pointing looked hysterical.

The witches and wizards of the Magic Tower seemed flustered.

The followers of the Lilia Order were slowly transforming from fanatics, moved to tears in real-time, into something akin to the priests from a certain berserker manga.

Their faces were ready to grab a bible and shout, “This unholy one!!”

“You’re all being ridiculous!! Doesn’t it strike you as strange that he performs miracles without magic or divine power?? Has there ever been a Saint like that before? This is a scam!! A meticulously planned, evil scam!! I can’t accept this verdict!! I will protest, even if I’m the only one!! That man is not a Saint!! That man is a fraud!”

“Such blasphemy!!”

High Priest Yodel and the Lilia Order exploded, rising from their seats.

Some paladins even drew their swords, engulfing them in divine power.

“We cannot accept such an insult!! How dare you speak that way to our Order’s Saint!”

Wow.

Perfect.

If they were holding bibles and cracking skulls, it would be just like that meme I always see.

At that very moment, as High Priest Yodel roared with anger, the judge standing at the bench…

Thus, High Priest Gershon of the Silence Order raises a hand, halting the Lilia devotees.

“Accuser Tyudel. Do you contest the Pantheon’s judgment?”

“I do. Gershon-nim. I cannot accept this verdict! Records clearly remain of one who beguiles with strange arts, neither divine power nor magic. The Silence Order, of all, cannot be ignorant of this fact!! To simply recognize such a one as a Saint… I deem it far too dangerous!!”

At Tyudel’s words, Gershon stares at her with a perfectly blank face.

“The Chosen of an Evil God. You seem to speak of ＜The One with a Thousand Faces＞. Am I correct?”

“That’s him!! Consider it carefully, everyone!! It’s all circumstantial evidence!!! The miracles he performed, the words he spoke… the judgment proceeds solely on the memories of those around him!! I do not doubt the Silence Order, but I believe his soul must be examined!! Who knows what wicked scheme he hides within his heart!!”

“I-I!!”

High Priest Yodel, becoming like a Mozgus MK2, looked ready to hurl the scriptures.

I swiftly wave a hand, telling Yodel to stay put.

First…

First, I need to observe the situation.

“Inquisition. Especially an inquisition against a Saint, of all things, must be more thorough than anything!! I will speak to the necessity of examining his memories and soul!!”

At Tyudel’s words, High Priest Gershon shrugs his shoulders.

“I concede it. You have that right, as the accuser. Inquisition of a Saint must be as clear and certain as possible. If you wish it, we shall undertake the procedure of examining the Saint’s memories and soul.”

At those words, Yodel explodes.

“I cannot accept this!! Examine his soul and memories!! Such deeds are for worshippers of Evil Gods or demon cults!!!! A Saint! The conclusion is already reached, so why must he endure such a humiliating thing!!!”

The Lilia devotees agree with Yodel’s words.

They were grim, as though they might start a riot at any moment.

But even at that moment, my head was spinning quickly.

Somehow, or other.

I have to prove I’m not a saint.

My memories.

My soul.

Frankly, they’re embarrassing to show others.

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

If you see my memories, that means you’ll see the memories of when I lived in Korea.

A saint is a saint in their own way.

First, you have to be a person of this world to become a saint, right?

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

I know.

Exposing the fact that I reincarnated from another world is dangerous.

I don’t know how the people of this world will accept a being from another world.

Maybe they’ll hurt me because I’m a dimension-traveler.

Not one protagonist in any novel I’ve read has done the dumbass thing of revealing their other-world reincarnation.

But so what if they didn’t.

I’d rather have my past life exposed than be struck by divine punishment and die.

Burning at the stake.

I’m sick of living a life fearing divine punishment.

“Look inside my memories and soul. If doing so will erase the suspicion of the last remaining person, then it is right to do so.”

“Saint-nim!!”

“It had to be certain, didn’t it? Gerson. Do it.”

At my words, Gerson looked at me in silence.

The emotion swirling on his face, it was clearly respect.

“Before the Reneri, all secrets shall be revealed. Prepare for the miracle of soul intervention.”

The priests of the Silent Order swarmed around me, beginning their preparations for the miracle. And Gerson looked towards Tyudel.

“We will oversee the soul, you oversee the memories. No complaints then, eh?”

Tyudel grinned, walking down from the gallery towards me.

“No complaints at all!”

Tyudel and the priests of the Silent Order stood before me.

Magic and miracle cast upon my body, simultaneously.

“Grace be damned!! What an insult!!!……”

Old Man Yodel.

Sorry.

Your anger is useless.

I’m done being a Saint.

So, be well.

Here we go!!

Uncover the memories of my past life!!!!!

I quit being a Saint!!! YODEL!!!!!!

Slowly.

A strange sensation, burrowing into my brain, into my body.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

This is it.

I even spilled the beans about being a transmigrator.

After all this shit I’ve put up with…

Please, just let me quit being the Saint.

*

For an hour.

The witch Tyudel, and the priests of the Silent Order, slowly combed through my soul and my memories.

Then they opened their eyes and stepped back from me.

“The Saint’s soul is clean. Not a single sign of dark magic or a wicked god was found. I can swear it in the name of R’lyeh-ner, father of darkness and secrets. He is not a worshipper of an evil god.”

At the Silent Order’s words, the Lilia followers nodded as if they knew it all along.

“Tyudel. What of the memories you saw? Were there any memories that would suggest he worships an evil god?”

High Priest Gerson questioned Tyudel.

At those words, Tyudel wore a slightly confused expression.

“No… No. This is… something… No… Strange. It’s strange.”

She muttered, as if she was going mad.

“How… how could there be such memories? Is it a vision of the future? Or a memory from before birth? That city? Those automobiles? What are they? What did I see?”

Gerson narrowed his eyes at her, as she muttered in confusion.

“Were there any memories that would suggest he worships an evil god? Yes? Or no? Speak, witch Tyudel.”

Tydell flinches at the words.

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

Tydell aims his wand at his own head, then unleashes a massive illusion spell into the air.

And within that illusion, scenes unfold that are all too familiar to me.

A sprawling city.

Seoul.

Dazzling nightscapes and the Hangang Bridge.

Countless people and cars filling the streets.

Computers. Smartphones. Delivered food.

People walking amidst Korean characters that are so familiar to me.

Memories not of Jericho Amael, but of Kim Min-gyu, a citizen of South Korea, laid bare for all to see.

After scenes so obviously not of the Arkal Empire flicker past, the illusion spell ends.

I close my eyes.

I’ve gone this far.

Yeah.

I’m not from this world.

Just a Korean guy reincarnated with abilities from a dating sim.

From the start, I’m not a person from this world, I AM!!!

After *this*, am I still a saint?

After *this*, am I still a saint?

“Just…just what were those sights…?”

Everyone in the courtroom, including High Priest Gerson, wore a blank expression.

Even the witch Tydell looked bewildered.

While everyone remained silent, wondering what they had just witnessed,

suddenly.

“Is it because he’s from a renowned family of prophets? Did you glimpse the future, perchance?”

It was the old man, the restaurant owner where I briefly worked, who tossed out the remark.

“It’s clearly a scene from the future! Towering skyscrapers. Sleek automobiles filling the streets. In about 50 years, the Arcal Empire will look exactly like that. Why’s everyone so surprised by something so obvious?”

His words ignited a spark in the eyes of those who had been floundering, unsure how to interpret what they had just seen.

“Indeed!…He did say he was a son of the Jericho family, a lineage of prophets!”

“So that’s what it was! He saw the future through prophecy!”

Oh, for crying out loud…

“No! I am a reincarnated person!! A person who lived in another world and crossed over to this one! Do you still not understand?! I am not a saint!! I’m saying I’m not originally from this world!!”

As I shouted, a priest from the Prophecy Order, one of the 24 Pantheon’s affiliated cults and followers of the future god Rupiel, rose from his seat.

“Isn’t it more like you retain memories of living in that world? Saint?”

“No! It’s not simply retained memories, I actually lived there!!”

At my words, the Prophecy Order priest fell silent, his expression serious, before finally speaking.

“He is a Seer. Everyone. There are occasionally people like that. In their early childhood, when their souls are most free, they directly witness a vast expanse of the future, and mistake it for memories of a past life.”

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

“Let’s test that, shall we? For someone from a family of prophets, you aren’t very good at predicting the future, are you, Saint?”

To that, the restaurant ajusshi and my neighbors, who’d seen me grow up, nodded their heads.

“We saw it with our own eyes, how she grew up getting scolded every day for not seeing the future well!”

To my words, the Seer Sect’s priest nodded.

“It is certain. A Seer. The type of prophet who exhausted all their prophetic abilities at once in childhood, making them unable to see the future any longer. In the visions of the future you just saw, there were likely unfamiliar letters and cities and landscapes you’d never seen before. This is a symptom of seeing the future as a child. Because you hadn’t learned to read yet, and hadn’t seen much of the world, the letters, landscapes, and cities were strangely warped and imprinted in your memory.”

“Indeed!!!”

“I thought they were a Saint… and a Seer on top of it!!”

I’m gonna go crazy and jump out of my skin.

Even after all this, I’m still a Saint?

Even a Seer??

I was so dumbfounded I gaped, staring blankly into the air. The Seer Sect’s priests rose in unison from their seats and bowed to me.

“We offer our respect to the one who has seen the most vast future. The entirety of the Seer Sect greets the Seer and Healing Saint. May a brilliant future be granted to you.”

I laughed.

Now, all I could do was laugh at the absurdity.

What more, how much more do I have to do?

What more do I have to do to get them to believe I’m not the Healing Saint!!

I swear, Lilia Goddess, strike me down with lightning and kill me!!

I want to cry.

I really fucking want to cry.

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

“N-no. That can’t be. There’s no way that, that b*stard is really a Saint…”

The witch, Tydell, was muttering like a mad thing.