The Devil Who Grants Wishes

115 – revelation

“Hmm…”

Even from afar, the church was very spectacular, but seeing it up close, the emotion is amplified.

The church is not using some kind of hypnotic magic.

It’s really very dazzling, so just looking at it gives you a strange feeling.

Starting from the exterior trimmed with marble, window frames made of gold and silver, stained glass with very high chroma, spiers soaring high into the sky, and all kinds of decorations, just looking at the splendor, it is said that it is harder for a rich man to go through the eye of a needle than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle. It is at the level of directly denying the proverbs of the religious world.

“what’s this…”

“When the hell did a building like this…”

And it seems that the feeling is not very different from others.

No, it’s not that different, it’s definitely higher.

A church of this level suddenly appeared in the space where they lived, and isn’t it more splendid than any other church they’ve ever seen?

Having lived in a world where there was an internet, I have seen a few churches of this level, even with pictures or games, but for those who do not have such a thing, it would be a realization of the word heaven.

Originally, there is no such thing as religious faith, and even just a moment ago, even the wizards who fought to the death with the by-products of that faith are changing their minds as they see the rebuilt church.

…seriously, what the hell is this?

I’m sorry

‘What is it, why is the door open?’

Even in the midst of my astonishment, I walk forward little by little, and the door of the church opens wide by itself, not an automatic door, as if it had been waiting for me.

Beyond the open door, a spectacle created by the light passing through the stained glass spreads out, and on top of the podium at the far end, you can see a tombstone so precarious that it will break if touched even slightly.

But that’s not important now.

“what?”

“Why did the door suddenly… Huh? Who is that guy?”

People who had not entered the church but huddled near the church to watch the church looked at me in amazement as I approached the church and saw the door open.

Some of them are even staring at me to see if they have a sense of déjà vu.

Polymorph magic is easy to break if the original form is firmly imprinted in memory, but since there are already many wizards studying the original magic, the effect seems to have been further amplified.

…No, what is this that people notice.

My face has been exposed a lot because of the runaway mana accumulator and the fan work of giving Samael, but if I get this much attention, I’ll be caught.

“Excuse me.”

I desperately make my way through the people who are trying to recognize me and the crowds that slowly gather around me, and hurry through the open door.

Tsk, was Celestine inside now?

I should say something about this. It’s not like I’m trying to get attention, what the heck is this– Huh?

“…Hmm.”

Standing tall in front of the door of the church, the scenery changes in an instant.

The crowd that had been clinging to me just a moment ago had disappeared as if all of that had been an illusion, and the interior of the church, which had been rather dark with only the dark light passing through the stained glass and no other light sources, suddenly became brighter.

And the symbol of light embedded in the ruined tombstone is flickering and shining, unlike what we saw from afar. It’s like watching a candle that goes out because the wind is blowing.

“Ah, Faust!”

And Celestine, who appeared in the middle of a church where no one was there until a while ago, finds me coming and smiles broadly.

…Is this a barrier?

How can a barrier be so elaborate that I don’t even notice that it’s a barrier… What the hell is it?

“You seem to be wary. It’s okay. This is a space Stella has separated so that you won’t be disturbed by others.”

Celestine hurriedly replied so I wouldn’t worry and tried to lower my guard, but Celestine’s answer rather raised my guard.

Because that name came out of Celestine’s mouth.

“…stellar.”

The former god of light in Cerapia, the god whose traces were completely erased from the world at the end of this church, and the god who died and only scattered thoughts remained.

It is said that the corpse of a god does not rot and the corpse is simply left in another space, but that is not the case, there is no way for a dead god to express his will.

By the way, Celestine is talking as if she had a direct conversation with Stella.

First of all, Stella is just a set-up, and has never fully appeared in the story yet.

The development team, including myself, was preparing to solve the rice cake after the Cerapia raid, which will be two years later, but I don’t know the details about Stella because I died early and possessed Faust’s body before that.

Whether it will harm or not, all those things.

Could it be that he didn’t do something to Celestine?

“Yeah, you knew him.”

“Did you hear it yourself?”

“It’s hard to say directly… It’s just a recorder that resonates in my head. What Serapia did, why she’s gathering her strength when she has no place to use her strength, what the real reason for deliberately creating death is, everything. I heard everything.”

“…Hmm.”

However, it seems that my guess was slightly wrong.

Celestine did not have a conversation with Stella, but just obtained information through Stella’s last thoughts. And that thought instantly rebuilt the church like this and protected Eilyu Festival from Serapia’s attack.

Hmmm… Well, looking at the case of Aileuze, he probably doesn’t have such a bad personality. Even though he died in the first place, he still tried to protect people, which is very extraordinary.

“What will Faust do after he kills Serafia?”

Celestine said so in a trembling voice.

As if something terrible would happen, like crossing an irreversible river.

What’s the matter, since we’ve been traveling together and learned the truth about Cerapia, what’s going on now?

It’s probably not that he doesn’t want to kill Seraphia.

‘Ah, are you thinking about where the god of light will go?’

Well, that’s enough to worry about.

If no special means are used, the divine status is generally transferred to the person who killed the being with the divine status. In other words, if I kill Serapia, the power of light will belong to me.

And, of course, that shouldn’t happen.

Why should I accept the divine power of light and leave Lucia’s side?

“I’ll destroy my identity… and live peacefully with Lucia.”

“…Destroy and be at peace.”

“Yes, not just me and Lucia, everyone in this world will no longer have to suffer by design.”

After my answer, Celestine’s expression subtly changes.

As if looking at a person who is dreaming in vain, he is making a strange expression as if he is looking at a person who only looks at the ideal without looking at reality.

But there was no hint of disappointment in that expression. It contains only longing for someone endlessly pursuing an ideal.

…ok?

This isn’t an answer…

“Yes, Faust’s, no, Faust-sama’s will was well understood.”

When Celestine answered, the scenery suddenly changed.

As if the sun was shining in all directions, streaks of light created by stained glass began to illuminate the church in all directions, and Celestine’s outfit, which was always the same as a nun, was a unique avatar that could only be worn by priests in Noah. turns into

…I didn’t know it when I saw it over the monitor, but when I saw it in person, it was so… Um, it’s intense. To the extent that calling such a woman a saint seems to insult all those who faithfully practice their faith.

“It’s so fortunate. There’s someone like Faust.”

Celestine walks slowly and sits by the window of the church without being ashamed at all, even though her dress has been changed very severely.

In a church that is supposed to be holy, sitting in a place that isn’t even a chair would normally be something to be scolded for, but Celestine didn’t care at all. Stella’s thoughts filled this church as well.

“May Faust’s future be filled with innumerable glory and blessings, and everyone’s salvation.”

As Celestine prayed, the lights on all the candles in the church went out in an instant, emitting only smoke, and the stained glass windows that emitted so brilliant a light that hurt the eyes lost their light.

And that’s not all.

The tombstone, which was barely taking shape on the podium, collapses and loses its shape after Celestine’s prayer.

As if a brick made of sand was hit on the ground, the tombstone with Stella’s symbol completely turned into sand and disappearing from this world forever.

“This…”

After a very fleeting time, shorter than the blink of an eye, the dazzling church disappears completely, leaving only the ruins of the church you saw at the beginning.

And in the window seat where Celestine was sitting, only a huge rock remained.

But not everything you just saw really disappeared without a trace.

After Celestine’s prayer, Stella’s divine power and thoughts, which had been supporting the church, turned into energy and settled in my body.

It’s as if I’ve waited that long for this to happen from the beginning.

uh… well…

‘Uug… It’s disgusting.’

But not very good. No, it’s just bad enough that I can’t describe it as good.

yeah i’m the devil

Divine power and thoughts of light dwelling in his body would only make him feel bad.

I know it’s a good thing because you gave it your strength to be helpful to me, but no matter how… Oops, I feel sick…