Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: A Dish of Facts
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"Wait, hold on...! Igugwoden Cathedral...? What the hell does that mean...? That's not right, is it? It has its original name, doesn't it...? So why...?!"
"What kind of nonsense is this woman spouting?!"
The high priestess who had been bowing and scraping to Lumina just moments ago was now clinging to Erin's side, speaking with utmost courtesy.
"What shall we do, Saintess? This insolent fool dared to lay hands on your sacred person. We could skip the trial and drag her straight to the guillotine for immediate execution right here."
"..."
Instead of answering, Erin closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly walked over to where Lumina lay collapsed.
"Sister Lumina. You're denying that the name of our God is 'Igugwoden,' aren't you?"
"Of course! God doesn't have such a ridiculous name!"
As the guards moved to aim their spears again, Erin held up a hand to stop them and asked,
"Then, could you tell me God's name? The one you claim to serve."
"Th-that... I already told you. It's not hard. God's name is—"
God's name.
That name was...
"Uh...?"
...What was it?
'No, I knew it just a moment ago. I even have the Holy Scripture with His words written in it...'
—Huh?
Suddenly, tears welled up in Lumina's eyes.
Indignation.
When people face something utterly unjust, their tear ducts activate without them realizing it.
No one knows why. Probably because God made them that way.
Yes. God... Some god I can't even remember!
"You can't say it, can you?"
"W-wait just a minute... My memory's suddenly..."
"You were spouting it off so easily with those lips not long ago. The name of some meaningless entity that's not even a god."
"M-meaningless...? Watch your words! Are you blaspheming God?!"
"When you say 'God,' you surely mean the Sole God Igugwoden, correct?"
At those words, Lumina cried out loudly.
Her voice was filled with such raw grievance that it was easy to sense the resentment in it.
"Don't talk nonsense! For starters, even this city's name—"
"Igugwoden Capital."
"...Pardon?"
Right. This city's name...
The Empire's capital, Igugwoden.
...Huh? No, isn't it? Wasn't it always called that?
Lumina felt a headache like her skull was splitting open.
She already knew the city's name was Igugwoden!
So why had she brought up something so irrelevant? Why?
No, it's not irrelevant! Because this city's name comes from the god... Huh?
"It's named after God's name. What's the problem with that?"
"N-no... I... th-that..."
"Sister Lumina."
Erin slowly approached Lumina.
Then, looking down at her with eyes full of compassion... she spoke in a voice brimming with benevolence.
"How pitiful... You've been deceived by a false god, leaving you in such confusion."
"Ah... th-that's..."
"I won't blame you, Sister Lumina. I could impose a far greater punishment... but I won't. After all, every moment you live from now on will exact payment for believing in a false god. That should suffice for the disturbance you've caused."
"But Saintess! This woman dared to touch your noble, inviolable body—"
"It's fine. Didn't Lord Igugwoden Himself say so?"
Erin flashed an elegant smile at the guard glaring at Lumina.
"Even to those whose eyes are clouded and who refuse to believe, or who are deluded by false gods into holding vain faiths—such truly pitiable souls...
He told us to share
A Dish of Facts
with them."
"Saintess...!!"
As the guards were moved to tears, the Pope naturally added his own words.
"From Genesis 13:5: 'A Dish of Facts—whether believer or not, unbelievers perish in flames of karma before even reaching heaven. Without faithful belief in Me, they cannot even breathe and vanish. The soul burns away in less than two minutes.'... The great Lord Igugwoden has always generously served heaping plates of plain facts—even to those who ceaselessly slander Him. This old man often witnesses in you, Saintess, the graces Lord Igugwoden once bestowed."
"Truly the Saintess...!"
"Long live Saintess Erin!"
Having heard the Pope's explanation, the guards bowed their heads in reverence to the being who seemed like divine compassion molded into human form.
"If that is your will, Saintess, so it shall be."
"Then let's head back. His Holiness must have been quite startled as well—please, compose yourself. I'm unharmed."
"Understood. This way, Saintess."
As Erin followed the Pope... she also closed her eyes and thought of the being who had made her a saintess.
Ah... No.
Just thinking of Him... makes my belly tingle, makes me feel His presence inside me so vividly...
'Haah...♥ Lord Igugwoden...♥'
It led her to harbor such irreverent thoughts.
And in her ears rang the sound that had been continuing since earlier.
It was a fanfare celebrating her becoming a saintess, and Lord Igugwoden's boundless grace praising her.
Sentences similar to ones she'd heard before. Messages filled with Lord Igugwoden's loving protection, wrapping around and safeguarding her.
Like a clock tower's chimes, dong, dong... echoing in her mind.
Long live the 100,000 won sponsorship!
The false god has been smashed by Lord Igugwoden!
Long live the 100,000 won sponsorship!
The true God Igugwoden whispers sweetly!
Erin Boobs Super Big!
Long live Erin Boobs! Long live Divine Power Pouch!
! ! ! Long live the 100,000 won sponsorship ! ! !
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Long live the 100,000 won sponsorship.
Like I'd been entranced by something, I couldn't tear my eyes away from that final panel for ages. Finally realizing I needed to breathe...
I let slip a single word, quite literally.
It wasn't something I meant to say—it was the sensation of a sentence slipping from my brain.
"...Whoa."
I admit defeat.
This overwhelming sense of defeat. I concede. The author had me beat.
A wall I couldn't even dream of touching!
Sure, 100,000 won isn't pocket change for sponsoring a comic no one else reads.
Even with 10,000 won, they'd gone all out with light spears from the heavens, so naturally I figured 100,000 would bring something bigger. The author always delivers killer rewards, so it'd be fine, I thought.
But... even so, there's such a thing as expected scope, right?
My prediction: Last time it was light spears from the sky, so this time it'd escalate—heavens parting, with 'Divine Messengers' descending one by one.
Obvious holy uniforms, slowly descending heavenly stairs... to rescue the true saintess Erin, scorned as a false one.
Top it off with them saying, 'We are the apostles of the Sole God Igugwoden' on entrance.
Cut the extras like that Lumina girl there. She'd face a heresy trial and burn for framing the real saintess Erin, and the Pope, witnessing it all, would acknowledge her as the true saintess chosen by the Divine Messengers...
Yeah, something like that.
Even that would've been plenty satisfying. Full 'How dare you mess with my Erin?' vindication.
I'd have been thrilled, leaving comments like 'Kekekeke damn Igugwoden~~ so good~~ worth every penny~~' without complaint.
Treating my sponsorship like something epic with 'Divine Messengers' and all.
But rewriting history? No way I saw that coming.
Who could've guessed the Holy Scripture would be rewritten, altering history itself!
The kicker: that first line of the scripture. Plain facts my ass.
If I'd known it'd be the opening verse in the in-story Holy Scripture, I wouldn't have phrased it so casually!
And because it's the first verse, 'God's plain facts' has become a freaking idiom in this world.
Religious folks quoting scripture... On paper, nothing weird.
'Sharing a dish of facts' and all...
The Divine Power Pouch term felt off too, and just as I was thinking it was getting weird—a message from the author popped into my head.
Lord Igugwoden's words are divine words, so even one line is enough to grant them life.
'So that's what she meant.'
And Erin's art style.
Can't just gloss over this.
This girl... she's straight-up erotic now.
Ever since that scene where she conceives my truth? or whatever, it's like, is she a holy (聖) saintess or a sexy (性) one? The vibe's gotten so steamy.
Panels of her blushing hard, licking her lips while gazing at 'me' on-screen, proudly stroking her massive breasts...
Even the nun habit clings tighter all of a sudden.
'Ha...'
I'd thought I was pretty good at immersion.
Guess when you look up, someone's always a step above.
As I marveled at the author's unfolding plot...
'No way.'
Suddenly.
Intensely, I wanted to check previous chapters.
I pulled them up without hesitation.
Nothing changed. Erin starts her journey to become saintess, receives my sponsorship gratefully, etc.
The overwhelming baby food container brimming with holy power is still there in all its glory.
Just one change—
God's name.
The presumed original god's name, Opelaishel, was messily blacked out like someone had scribbled over it with a marker.
'Whoa... they already edited all previous chapters?'
Since I rewrote history, does that mean Opelaishel never existed?
Sure, the sponsorship reward quality's top-notch, so I'm thrilled... but... was overhauling everything necessary?
Fine for me, but new readers will be baffled by the mess.
Though it's basically my personal comic with 1 view, so whatever.
'Not my problem. Author's handling it.'
No sponsorship beg in this chapter.
Button's inactive too—sticking to the concept that Erin didn't pray?
'Ha. That was fun.'
Anyway, pure dopamine rush after ages.
I ended the day satisfied.
'...'
Of course, Erin's artwork today had me searching 'big tits' on art sites again.
Might as well indulge a bit... spending some alone time.
Just an ordinary day like that.
「Lord Igugwoden's words are divine words, so even one line is enough to grant them life.」
The true meaning of that sentence was far more immense than I'd imagined.
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