“Is it okay......”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it either. Even if you turn the whole world into your enemy, as long as I’m by your side, there’s no problem.” 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

“......Uuuuuuu, that’s right.”

There was madness rising in his eyes again. I swallowed a sigh, thinking I could now roughly guess his state of mind.

“A radical accomplice, really.”

“Oh, Ailet Rodelin. That’s a regrettable misunderstanding. I’m being quite moderate.”

“......That’s true, now that I think about it.”

Anything is moderate compared to the destruction of the world.

Then, as an accomplice, shouldn’t I be able to go along with him as much as I want? After all, I’ve been treated badly, so I have to pay for it.

“I’m looking forward to the inauguration.”

Reed and I left the ruined restaurant and blended in with the people of the city.

Chapter 4. The Magic Tower and the Holy Scripture

The entire society of Ragnif Magic Republic revolves around the privileged class of magicians. In this place, the divine power, which is the opposite of magic, was a power that should be despised.

However, since they wanted to enjoy the usefulness of healing powers, the Republic set up several devices to control healers.

First, in order to prevent the cult from stealing manpower, they called those with awakened divine powers white magicians and prevented them from converting to the Order.

And they did not allow white magicians to acquire any powers other than healing powers, making it difficult for them to attack or even defend themselves.

In this way, they created the perception that white magicians were a class that needed social protection, and gave legitimacy to somewhat excessive management and supervision of white magicians.

What can we do? In this world, there were more people who tried to lower the value of something valuable than those who treated it as valuable.

And unfortunately, it is difficult to recognize the value that others do not recognize.

Hilde Marcellion was the same. In her case, the environment was even worse than that of other white magicians.

Because she was born as the illegitimate child of the Marcellion Duke family, she was terribly bullied by her legitimate daughter and half-sister, Odelit, and her status as a white magician was used without any regrets in the process.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that she received the worst treatment a white magician could receive in the Republic.

On top of that, the value of her unique ability, the 7th-level divine power, was only a reason to beat her up even more.

- 7th-level without being a member of the church!

- If she goes to the church and receives formal baptism, she might awaken to the 8th-level.

- Oh, going to the church! She is a public good of the Republic... oh, no, a public talent. I should thoroughly educate her mentally so that she doesn’t think of anything ridiculous.

-Kekekeke, Princess Odelit seems to be taking care of that problem.

However, something strange happened a season ago. Serentra’s divine power, which had already been declining, began to disappear even more rapidly.

The priests and white magicians of the Order of the Order all lost their power drastically, causing chaos. And there were some who completely lost their divine power as if they had been hit hard by that change. One of them was Hilde.

There was no liberation just because the divine power that had been the excuse for exploiting her disappeared.

Those who thought that Hilde had received special treatment when she was a 7th-rank white magician did not leave her alone.

The courtyard in front of the entrance to the Magic Tower. Several regular magicians of the same age surround Hilde, who is resting alone.

“Miss Hilde, will you attend the Magic Tower Lord inauguration ceremony this time?”

“Ugh, maybe....... I always went to events held at the Magic Tower.......”

“Always? Oh my, Miss Hilde is amazing!”

Exaggerated applause and eye smiles. Of course, there was not a single grain of goodwill in it.

“W-it’s not that great......”

“Yeah, of course Miss Hilde is not that great.”

“......Huh?”

“Anyway, it was only because Princess Odelite took me here until now, right? White magicians are pretty accessories.”

“T-That......”

“But now you’re not a white magician? Does Miss Hilde qualify?”

“......!”

Someone raised an index finger in front of Hilde’s startled eyes.

“Look over there.”

The beautiful commander with the blonde ponytail was where he pointed.

Odelite Marcelion. She was surrounded by other white magicians, talking.

“You shouldn’t have taken me?”

She had to refute him. She had to confront the person who was lowering her value.

“Even if I’m not a white magician, I, I’m from the Marcellion family......”

“Illegitimate child?”

“.......”

The words she barely managed to utter with her pale lips were blocked by a deeper wound.

She recalled what her step-sister had said as she left the room of the magic tower a while ago.

- Even if she’s a parasite, what can I do if she’s Marcellion’s bloodline?

Parasite.

Her heart felt cold.

“White magic was the only thing that was useful. What’s wrong?”

“Where’s the incompetent.”

It felt like her lungs had been scratched by the sharp words, making it hard to breathe. Hilde ran out of the magic tower.

She didn’t want to go to the duke’s townhouse. But she didn’t have the courage to run away either, so Hilde swallowed her tears and wandered the streets of Gehenid.

‘Just a little, ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) until I feel better... ... .’

I just moved wherever my feet took me. So it was purely by chance that I found the building.

‘There was a place like this in Gehenid... ...?’

A place adjacent to a residential area and an unmanaged park. There was an old-fashioned abandoned building there.

It was an architectural style that was hard to find in Ragnef, but Hilde recognized it because she had seen it in pictures in books a few times. It was a building called a church.

Even so, it was a bit of a departure. The sense of adventure that I didn’t have before somehow arose now.

Anyway, the area was a residential area and it was daytime, so there was nothing particularly scary like a ghost or a strange person.

Hilde cautiously entered the church.

Since the Saint’s exile 200 years ago, priests and parishes disappeared from Ragnef.

It must have been neglected for as long as religious life had disappeared, but the interior was cleaner than expected, as if it had been magically preserved as a historical site.

The cream-colored ceiling was quite high, as if it had two floors. There were many windows, so the interior was bright.

The sunlight pouring down diagonally through the stained glass was sacred, like a baptism of God’s blessing.

No one had ever taught Hilde about God, about divinity, about piety.

However, when she came to her senses, she was sitting on a long pew, looking at the cross in front of her. Her hands were clasped tightly together.

‘God... ... .’

Hilde had also learned something in her own way.

‘White magic is not magic, but divine power. It is not originally mine, but power given to me to prove the power of God.’

An inevitable question arises here. If so, will my power return if I join the church and believe in God?

‘So if I believe in God... ... .’

This thought was quickly put on hold.

Hilde looked back on her life. She was looked down upon because she was born an illegitimate child, and was discriminated against because she was a white magician.

Still, she spared no effort to become useful as a white magician, hoping that if she worked hard, she would be recognized by her older sister.

But everything was in vain. Her only half-sister never once considered her a younger sister.

And now even the means to try were gone. She had completely lost the white magic that had proven her usefulness.

I don’t think she lived a particularly bad life. On the contrary, she never hesitated to go to the front lines during every punitive battle and treated the sick, even when there was no punitive battle, so it’s closer to living a good life.

But why should she be deprived of even a shred of hope?

Hilde eventually reached the conclusion that those who have fallen into despair would come to.

“There is no God.”

She had never felt mercy.

“There can’t be a God.”

Even if I lived a good life, I would just fall into despair. Now, everything was taken away. So.

“If there is a God, he should save me! But he didn’t save me! There is no God. It’s right that there is no God!”

I stood up abruptly and glared ahead. Tears of sorrow fell from my pink eyes.

“You say something I like.”

“......!”

Suddenly, the door of the wooden booth in the corner opened wide and someone revealed his presence. A man with long black hair and a decadent charm.

Because of the wooden door, I thought he was a vampire who had kicked the coffin out.

“Hmph.”

I was so surprised that I could barely contain my tears, but the wooden door next to me opened again. This time, it was a pink-haired woman who came out.

“You surprised her, Reid.”

“That’s rude.”

The two people who had been hiding in the confessional came closer to Hilde.

“Hilde Marcellion.”

The girl’s name was recorded in a low-midrange voice like the sound of a stringed instrument.

Of course, it wasn’t a call. It was just to provide information to a precious accomplice.

“Hilde Marcellion? A person with a 7th-level threat immunity constitution?”

“Two, two of you... Do you know me?”

Her eyes, dry from tears, widened. There weren’t many people who knew about her constitution.

“Just a little bit. I’m not a strange person, so don’t be wary.”

“No, I wasn’t wary.”

Hilde, who had been reflexively retorting, was surprised. When she said it, it was true. Why weren’t you being wary? They were strangers?

As she was wondering, the pink-haired beauty suddenly thrust her face toward Hilde.

“But wait a minute?”

“Huh?”

“Huh? That’s strange?”

“Why, why are you like that?”

“Miss Hilde, have you lost your strength?”