The Outer God Needs Warmth

For now, I’ve managed to get past that position somehow.

Currently, I’m staying in a mansion a bit removed from the royal castle. It seems to be a mansion originally built for imprisoning someone, because the structure makes it difficult to escape.

That being said, I’m not locked up.

Rather, no, how should I explain this?

“Oh, ohhh! My skin is stretching back! My body has turned back to its 20s!” “I’ve never combed my hair since becoming an adult, but what is this smoothness?” “Why doesn’t my skin itch and burn anymore, which was always the case before?”

Three people a day. I was told I could bestow blessings, so the kingdom brought in hopeful candidates. Today marks the third day.

On the first day, there was just a man who seemed like a soldier, but somehow, word must have spread because the next day and the day after, there were more people who looked like nobles.

If they receive my blessing, older people become younger, and if they have illnesses, they are cured. Even someone who suffered from something like eczema was healed.

And as you can see, the reactions...

“I believe!”

It’s maddening.

Well, it’s fine for them to believe, right? It looks like I can increase the number of blessed people and build up my own power once I move on to another world.

But right now, it’s a bit much.

Right now, from one corner of the room, Hyungkeshni, who is furiously writing magic, is getting more and more annoyed. If I keep stressing her like this, she might have some bad thoughts in the middle of it.

For example, slipping some strange magic into the summoning spell?

The result would be me being summoned with a big bang.

So, after she finishes writing, I’ll need time for an experiment. But it’s going to take time to finish the book, and also time to send it to someone else.

So, if I act too conspicuously and collide with the Holy Spirit Church, it could be troublesome.

“Is it okay if you don’t change your faith? I’m not giving blessings to humanity for the sake of faith.”

Every time I say that, their faith deepens.

Why though?

I don’t get any benefit from their belief. It would be fine if they just went back to their daily lives and did what they wanted, right?

Ordinary people, when they receive the blessing, their appearance improves drastically, so they can do things they couldn’t before with more enthusiasm.

“Don’t waste your time believing in me. Do what you’ve always wanted to do. The time humans have to live is short.”

So, why are they looking at me with such bright eyes?

Does a faded man not know? This is called humanism. The subject moves from God to human. They mumble things like that.

Who doesn’t know the Renaissance? They were taught that it was a return to ancient Greece and Rome, but now they interpret it for their own comfort? The humanism of that time was due to the Black Plague making humans rare, not like now where faith in God grows stronger when it’s said that God has spoken from above.

So here, it’s better to think of my blessing as just an upgrade.

It’s better not to collide with existing divinity for no reason. After all, the environment is too bad.

The Ansellus Kingdom is ruled by a king, but like medieval Europe, its foundation lies in the Holy Spirit Church.

Especially with the story of Tis-ha receiving blessings from the Holy Spirit Church’s God, there’s a pride in Ansellus Kingdom being the most faithful to the Holy Spirit among the neighboring countries.

But what would happen if someone in a high position suddenly believed in another god?

It wouldn’t be strange if there was a revolution immediately.

In an era with magic, suppressing the rebelling people would be easy, but then the surrounding countries would attack, thinking it’s the right time. When there’s an excuse to attack a prosperous kingdom, who would hesitate?

Right now, the Ansellus Kingdom is enjoying a golden age under Tis-ha and his descendants.

The golden age of one country is a disaster for the surrounding countries. If they can cut it down, they will act immediately.

So, I tell them to release their desires instead of worshiping me.

“Go and make excuses and do the things you’ve been putting off. That is what I wish for humanity.”

No.

I told them to live according to their desires, but they happily ran out, thinking they had heard the words of the god. From their perspective, they’re going out saying they must share the words of the god with others right away.

At the same time, they share how much lighter they feel, how their skin no longer hurts. They’re sharing how much better they feel.

They must have been middle-aged men and women originally, but now, seeing them smile and run like children, they look just like newly adult people.

Thud.

“Can you really say something like that?”

And as soon as the door closed, Hyungkeshni sneered.

Hmm!

I feel like I’m going to live.

Yeah. It’s strange to be elevated to a god. Since I’m not a god, this approach toward a monster seems healthier.

“Do you mean you want a blessing, Hyungkeshni?”

At my words, she flinched and stopped writing.

Ah.

Maybe I pricked too hard.

“Don’t worry. I won’t take your warmth. People call me a blessing when they receive me. Just because you contain me doesn’t mean you lose warmth.”

Hyungkeshni glares at me.

“When did you start using the word ‘human’? Back in the place Yasle created, you never used such words. You seemed more like an innocent girl who didn’t understand the world. Or was it all an act?”

If we’ve spent half a year in the same room, I should know.

First, I push a bit to take control.

“Your hand has stopped, Hyungkeshni.”

At my words, Hyungkeshni smiles a terrified smile and lowers her gaze.

Good. Let’s proceed like this. Writing the book is the most important thing. I’m only here for that.

“To answer Hyungkeshni’s curiosity, it’s because you wished for it.”

“What?”

Hyungkeshni looks at me in surprise. Why? As if she doesn’t know at all.

“You called me ‘Outer God,’ right? That’s why. The person who knows me best in this world is you, Hyungkeshni, right?”

You wanted a god.

You called me a god, so I’m playing around.

What should I do? What would be appropriate to plant the nail of guilt?

Ah, yes.

Originally, it has no meaning to me, but most people believe that a name has important meaning. It’s just a symbol for calling one of the many others, but they put too much meaning into it.

The belief that a name has power exists in every culture. It’s one of the shared cultural concepts.

There must be that here, too, so I’ll use it.

“You gave me a title to call myself.”

Hehe.

Her expression suddenly turns pale.

It’s as if she realized that the reason I became the Outer God is because of her.

In fact, I’m just a monster who needs a person’s warmth desperately.

Did she forget what she was told when she asked about my identity? If she remembered that, she would have known my words were just to torment Hyungkeshni.

I’ve forgiven you.

Since I said it, it’s true.

If I lied there, all my previous efforts to never lie would be wasted, right? A single lie can bring everything crashing down.

A genius who can connect all lies organically could pull it off, but I can’t.

If something’s impossible, it’s impossible. Only by acknowledging it can I look forward to the next step.

So I’ve forgiven you. But is it okay to torment someone I like?

Look.

I’m writing down the secret of summoning me and releasing me into every world in a book!

How can I not like that?

Right?

Hyungkeshni stays silent.

She’s writing the book well, so I wave my hand in encouragement and sit in a chair.

I’m worried about the actions of the Ansellus Kingdom.

The king had someone inquire at the Holy Spirit Church branch in the capital of the Ansellus Kingdom.

They wrote about Tis-ha and why the contract he made hasn’t disappeared. They even mentioned the god he first made a contract with being criticized.

It’s a good thing that this isn’t an area with electronic administration.

The king wrote the letter yesterday, and the reply hasn’t arrived yet.

Since it’s a personal letter from the king, it’s not impossible to get a reply soon, but given the nature of the issue, it’s likely to go to the main office of the Holy Spirit Church rather than the branch.

And both the king and his ministers know that.

They’re thinking something else.

Of course, I can’t read their thoughts, but it seems that my words about humanity needing to be free made a strong impression on them.

They gathered many people and had discussions.

Then they picked someone among them who had a favorable opinion of me and sent them to me.

So today marks the third day. I’ve blessed nine people in total.

Of course, this excludes royalty.

Receiving a blessing changes many things.

Purple hair, fair skin, enhanced physical abilities. And one person. A special ability.

Once they return to the royal castle, we’ll check the changes and compare. I already know the results of the six in front of me.

The king will see that report.

They’ve changed significantly, but it seems to be due to the strengthening of their bodies.

No signs of mental contamination.

They’ve been checking thoroughly.

Right.

A ruler of a nation can be a fool. But someone who’s building a good nation is unlikely to be a fool.

And the more they inspect, the more they’ll fall into a pit. Because when I bestow blessings, I don’t particularly twist people’s minds.

At most, I add just a tiny bit of how to summon me.

That’s right. I’ve added Yasle’s memories to everyone I’ve blessed. For those who aren’t sensitive, many don’t even realize it.

That’s why the book is important.

Yasle’s memories are dangerous. If I’m not careful, Yasle’s hatred could manifest, and the amount of those emotions is huge.

There’s a need to diet on the capacity. And the potential risks must be eliminated.

Isn’t it good when people become violent?

No.

People need to think rationally. If they act based on emotions, they get stuck because of those emotions. Only when they act rationally can their emotions follow without discomfort. When someone acts rationally, their emotions can follow naturally.

There are many such people in the faded man’s memories.

From the World War to the Cold War. And even beyond that, it continues.

Yes.

So, I don’t take any mental actions against the people I bless.

I believe that when a person gains strength, they will inevitably give me warmth.@@novelbin@@

So, I’d rather be seen as a simple wrapper for blessings rather than a god. That way, they’ll use me more efficiently and then see the blood on their hands.

Hehe.

I go over to Hyungkeshni and poke her like a waiting editor.

Write it quickly. Hurry.