Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party-Chapter 45: Deaths Herald

“An angel...? Are you saying that...thing.... just now was an angel?”

Mr. Layton seemed quite surprised.

As soon as the angel disappeared, he grabbed me and started asking me all sorts of questions, and even when I answered, only more questions came back.

“He’s one of the many beings who serve the Lord. I’m also acquainted with him.”

“He, he looked very different from what I thought an angel would look like...”

The carefree smile from earlier was no longer visible on Mr. Layton, who was scratching his head.

Only a head filled with bursting, complicated thoughts, and shaken eyes could be seen.

“Did the ancient gods originally command such angels...?”

But it was the same for Her Highness.

“The ancient gods are the laws of the universe. How could there be angels for the laws? It’s the same as they themselves already permeating everywhere in this universe, so there’s no reason to deliberately command or create such things. Only personified gods create angels.”

“But no matter how much I think about it, it’s completely different from the angels we know?”

An appearance and physique no different from humans, with the utmost beauty. Untainted, pure white wings and a halo floating above the head.

Until I met the Lord’s angels, I also thought of angels as having that appearance. Because everyone said so and thought so.

I just thought they all had unique appearances. Was that something to worry about with such a serious expression?

“There is one possibility.”

After much deliberation, Mr. Layton seemed to have reached some conclusion.

“The one the priest serves is probably a new type of divinity that we have not encountered until now. An alien divinity that we cannot even dare to interpret. I’ve never heard of this kind of god on the continent.”

“Not an ancient god, but now a foreign god?”

I could only laugh in dismay. Because I knew that all these speculations were just conjectures unless the Lord Himself said what kind of being He was.

I’ve thought this many times, but it doesn’t matter what kind of being the Lord is.

Rather, what I’m curious about is why He chose me and bestowed power upon me.

“No matter how much we put our heads together and discuss what kind of being the Lord is, we will only deepen our questions. We don’t even know His will, so how can we approach His essence?”

What’s important is that the Lord heard Mr. Layton’s troubles and bestowed a miracle upon me to solve the problem.

The Bell of Enlightenment.

I summoned the mysterious bell of miracles that brings forth wonders and held it in my hand, showing it to Mr. Layton.

Mr. Layton, startled by the sudden appearance of a bell, looked at it in puzzlement. Suddenly, as if he realized something, he opened his mouth.

“Could it be...”

“It’s a miracle the Lord bestowed upon me after hearing your wish.”

The Lord respects human free will and does not wish for humans to lose their freedom and be unable to carry out their will.

The Bell of Enlightenment is a miracle that exists for those who are bound.

The reason He bestowed upon me this miracle that breaks taboos, shakes off shackles, and further brings freedom, is likely because Mr.Layton is not a free person.

The Lord always sees ahead of me,

And what He thought I needed always truly became necessary.

It wasn’t difficult to make this much of a guess.

“So, will you tell me?”

What meaning does even a great miracle have if there is no one who needs it? A miracle can only become a miracle when there is a beneficiary.

Why this miracle that finds freedom for those inherently bound is necessary for Mr Layton, the Lord knows but I do not. If he doesn’t tell me himself, it will probably remain that way forever.

“Mr Layton. Are you perhaps being controlled by someone?”

*****There were children who were not welcomed from the moment they were born, even though they didn’t want to be born.

There were those whose young lives had to be erased and die before they even developed awareness and perception. A place where the bones of young children tripped their feet like pebbles when walking down the road.

It is perhaps natural for an evil god to be born in Mount Meso where children died and were buried.

The will and desire to live, the fear of not being welcomed.

Embracing the anger and will to survive in a world that does not welcome them, the god was born like that. It inhaled the thickly piled resentment and built its own divinity.

The evil spirit surpassed the stage of an evil spirit and somehow became a god.

What is a god? A being that gathers people’s desires and receives prayers.

Is there a desire in this world as desperate as the desire to live? A newborn baby is pure.

A baby does not know things like wealth, honor, or power, and only has the desire to be loved and the desire to live. Those pure desires gathered together to become a strand of divinity.

“Why didn’t you love us?”

The evil god possessing the body of Layton’s son muttered. It whispered and whispered again into the ear of Lyla, who took her own life by tying a noose around her neck. Even though it has become a god, it is still a young child.

It craves and desires love. However, the source of that power comes from the opposite side of love.

It pursues but can never reach it.

That is why an evil god is a being twisted from the start.

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To prevent the birth of such beings, priests from religious orders, led by the Trinity Church, perform sacred rituals in places where many people have died.

At times like this, they do not even receive the money they like so much.

Because evil gods are the most powerful competitors to those they serve.

If such a thing is born, there will be endless repercussions. If they neglect the birth of an evil god in pursuit of a few coins, the aftermath will be difficult for humans to handle.

However, the culling of vampire newborns was carried out very secretly, and this territory itself is very exclusive to priests. It can’t be helped since divine power is also fatal to vampires.

In the end, the resentment of the dead children only accumulated, leading to this catastrophe.

Bang bang!

Someone knocked on the door, unaware of that.

The evil god looked at the door with gloomy eyes.

When there was no answer from inside, soon the sound of the door breaking was heard.

Vampire lords who came under the order of Duchess Shmira barged in.

“Lyla. It is the order of Her Majesty the Queen. You gave birth to a mongrel and hid it until now? Did you think Her Majesty wouldn’t know about it?”

“Let’s make this easy. You know you can’t disobey Her Majesty’s words anyway. Bring the mongrel you gave birth to right now. If you can’t kill it with your own hands, we’ll do it for you.”

“And divorce Layton right now and receive the seed of another lord... What the?”

Layton and Lyla may have thought they were avoiding the eyes of Duchess Shmira, but the duchess already knew they had given birth to a deformed child.

She just hadn’t exposed it until now. Once she decided to purge Layton, it was enough to just bring up something she had deliberately not mentioned before.

Some of those she sent laughed at Lyla’s misfortune, while others felt sorry for her.

But the orders of the True Ancestor are absolute.

Disobedience is unthinkable.

If she has decided to kill Layton’s son and pair his wife with another man, no one can go against it.

Because the True Ancestor is the absolute leader and ruler of the flesh of all vampires.

But what they saw when they came in to carry out the order was a child quietly looking at them.

And a woman dangling with a noose around her neck. Execution or whatever, it was all over already. The evil god looked at them with a wicked glint in its eyes.

“Y-You, who are you?!”

“Lyla...? How could you commit suicide...”

In the past, Duchess Shmira used the power of domination to forbid suicide among the vampires under her. But Lyla had hanged herself and died. That fact alone made all the vampires notice the abnormality.

Above all, that thing, although it had the appearance of a vampire, was absolutely not a vampire.

Not only was a baby that seemed less than 2 years old standing upright on two feet, but it was looking at them with eyes that a child of that age could never possess.

Everyone felt a chill down their spine for some reason.

“Kill it!”

A vampire who got the creeps grabbed a club and struck down at the child.

He clearly used it with mana, but not a single wound appeared, and the skin was not damaged at all.

Another one kicked at the child, but the child did not move at all. No, it didn’t even blink an eye.

-Why won’t you love us? Why won’t you accept us? Why do you hate us?

No one could formulate a response to the Evil God’s answer.

Because the moment it smiled, the heads of the one who kicked and the one who grabbed the club simultaneously exploded.

Two corpses were created, and the silence lengthened.

Everyone just rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

Only then did everyone realize that this was no ordinary being.

Everyone hesitated and stepped back, but even if they didn’t know this child, the evil god knew them.

The very ones who killed the children buried in Mount Meso were these lord-class vampires.

“Tehehehehe~!”

The evil god laughed like that once and then toddled towards the door, but no one could block its path. The vampires who unknowingly made their way all widened their eyes as they looked at the dark corridor.

The thing that left the room had disappeared without a trace, and only darkness thickly covered the corridor.

Everything felt unreal as if it was all just a terrible nightmare, but only one hanged corpse and two corpses with blasted heads proved that this was reality.

Belatedly, Lord Vellon realized what he had seen and staggered. His voice was filled with fear.

“E-Evil god...!”

A disaster was born in their territory.

One they couldn’t overcome with their power alone.

They need to quickly consult with Her Majesty and come up with a countermeasure...

Burst!

The head splits open, and blood oozes out. Vellon, who collapsed unknowingly, heard thudding sounds here and there in his ears. He was not the only one who fell.

A curse...

His fading mind reached the answer, but,

It didn’t just leave...

Even if he knew, he couldn’t say it, and even if he did, there was no one to listen.

So it was just a meaningless answer.

Those who died with burst heads piled up on the floor.

A god is not a being that can be dealt with by numbers, and no matter how many inferior beings there are, it is meaningless.

If humans really want to confront a god, they need several heroes with such skills.

Unfortunately, apart from Duchess Shmira, there are no vampires with that level of skill.

The evil god laughed once and slowly walked out of the house.

It wanted to see a wider world than this territory.

Right now, the child greeted the world.

However, the child was curious about what kind of greeting would come back from the world.