I Am an Evil God

Episode 7-Food Supply

“Wouldn’t it be nice if the number of villagers increased?”

Katria said in a sarcastic tone.

“It’s not that the villagers have increased. It’s that their mouths have increased.”

Looking at the people of the ruined village that Feint brought, Lemfra said.

“Winter is fast approaching and food is tight, but it’s never a good thing when people suddenly come.”

“It can’t be helped. But you can’t abandon the people who believe in you.”

“Yes, you are right.”

Lemp should be remembered as an absolute being.

What kind of creator god is he who says he will believe in himself but can’t save those who ask for help.

Fortunately, the immediate infection was prevented by using herbs in the village, but it seemed that it would take some time for them all to recover.

In a situation where the gods were concerned about human food, there was no way humans could not be aware of their danger.

If you use food stored in advance, you should be able to survive the winter.

But will that really work?

Since food was not produced as soon as spring arrived, it was necessary to make a surplus of food.

The fruits they mainly collect have all rotted away before they knew it, but there were animals that hadn’t hibernate yet.

“Feint, let you lead this hunt.”

“Okay, Father.”

After completing the exploration properly, the status of the paint has risen.

Most of the responses were that the little boy, who was born as the son of the village chief and enjoyed the rights according to him, but who had not achieved anything on his own, seemed to have finally become a proper successor.

In the meantime, he took over the command of the hunt, so Feint’s confidence went up without knowing how high it was.

[Are you happy?]

He heard the first sound he heard as he returned after receiving a hunting order from Shepid.

It was a bright, twisted voice.

It was as if an unknown madness could be felt in the voice saying that he was going crazy with joy.

‘Who are you?’

The moment he heard that voice, Feint couldn’t help but think of his god Lemfra.

At least as far as he knew, the only beings who could talk to them were Lemfra and Katria.

[I thought he was a useful guy, but he’s slow to notice. I’m Lemp. He is the one you regard as a creator god.]

“Le… Lemfra-sama!”

Feint fell to his knees right away and hit his head on the floor.

[Wake up, I’m not even in front of you, so why am I banging my head in front of you?]

“Sorry!”

I immediately stood up and looked into empty space.

My body trembled at the thought that Lemfra would be looking at me.

[Why do you think I came to you?]

Lemfra’s voice sounded very pleasant.

His voice was full of anticipation about what kind of answer Feint would be able to satisfy himself.

“Isn’t it to give me orders?”

[Not interesting.]

When Lemfra spoke coldly, Feint’s heart cooled in an instant.

Did I do something wrong to Lemfra?

Why can’t I satisfy Mr. Lemfra because I have a head?

Stars of stars Thoughts ran through Feint’s head.

[I mean don’t hit it all at once and show a bit of an awkward look. You are still a novice.]

Only then did Feint realize that Lemfra was playing a prank on him.

“Please leave anything to me! I will do my best to assist you!”

Paint’s voice reverberated as if it echoed throughout the village.

Of course, there was no worry that his voice would be heard by the villagers because he temporarily disconnected himself from the surrounding environment to give the oracle to the feint.

[From now on, you are me, an apostle of Lemfra. Do you have the confidence to live by following my orders until you die?]

“Yes!”

Feint’s faith in Lemfra was firm.

He gave himself the design of the whirlpool and was the benefactor who brought the village together.

[Yes, well thought out. On the night of the full moon, we will gather people together and hold an appointment ceremony.]

With those words, Lemfra’s voice disappeared.

At the same time, the voices of the villagers, who had been cut off until now, began to be heard.

‘Did I have a dream?’

Paint pinched itself.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

It is not a dream.

I was chosen as Lemfra’s apostle.

“Kuhup…”

Tears flowed from his eyes.

He couldn’t help but tremble at the fact that he had been chosen by God.

“Hey, what are you… Doing here?”

Seeing Feint’s teary eyes, Eria quickly jumped at him.

Today was the day I was supposed to teach him how to shoot an arrow, but he didn’t show up after a long time, so I went to find him and found him crying.

“Nothing.”

The paint erased her own tears.

Being thrilled is only for a moment.

Now, he had to live as an apostle of Lemfra.

It was necessary to show a perfect appearance so as not to become a victim of the myth of Lemfra.

“Did something sad happen?”

“No, go teach me how to shoot a bow.”

Paint, who had been pouring her tears so far, took the lead as if she had never cried before.

And two gods were watching.

“Apostle… There are only about 20 days left until the full moon rises, so you can gather the holy power to designate you as an apostle, right?”

“Then it’s possible.”

Lemfra lifted her skirt and smiled.

“No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I’ll have enough divine power… Rather than giving an oracle to Feint, wouldn’t it be better to save that divine power and use it later?”

“As you say, this world is a world where faith is power. From now on, Feint will live believing that he is my apostle. If he believes himself to be my apostle, it will not be easier for him to appoint him as an apostle. Uh?”

“It’s not certain. Belief in God is definitely empowering, but how can you be sure that believing in yourself will make you stronger?”

“Are you sure?”

Lemfra bent her head and looked at her Catria.

“I’ve never been certain. I just thought there was a possibility. I have to give an oracle one more time to appoint an apostle anyway, but it’s because I thought it would be better to put down the oracle now and expect a low possibility. “

If you don’t know anything about this world, how can you be sure of anything?

***

– Wedge juice!

The arrow left Paint’s hand and lodged in the boar’s neck.

The boar was knocked down by an arrow that penetrated the tree so deeply that it could not be seen.

“Now you shoot better than me.”

“Because I’m stronger than you.”

Feint, whose race was remodeled by Lemfra to be able to use his strength better, and who received a mark from Lemfra, strengthened his power, was able to handle the bow very skillfully.

Thanks to his strong power, he was able to pull more strings using a larger bow than others, and that power led to the destructive power of his arrows.

“It’s because the bow you made is a good one.”

“Just say you’re great. I don’t want to hear compliments on my face.”

As Eria pouted and pouted her lips, the paint tugged at her lips.

“I’m saying this because it’s a really good bow. I can see that you put a lot of thought into increasing the power of the bow.”

“I didn’t do the research for you, I just did it in advance in case I get stronger later? Don’t get me wrong!”

“It’s a good time, isn’t it?”

Katria looked at Lemfra.

“There should be no problem with harmony between villages.”

The two gods looked at the two people hunting animals while bickering.

Behind them, about 10 of his subordinates were looking at them, but Feint and Eria were just talking about each other as if they didn’t care about that gaze.

Thanks to the bow developed by Katria Village, hunting animals was easy.

The ability to fire arrows at long distances without being caught in the senses of sensitive animals brought enormous advantages.

No one could kill an animal in one blow like Feint, but whether it’s neutralizing animals by hitting them in the leg or back and then subduing them with an extra shot of arrows, or approaching less mobile animals and stabbing them with a spear, the existence of a bow is a hunting skill. Could dramatically increase the success rate.

Of course, nothing has changed in the process of finding animals, so it was the same that we had to go around looking for animals diligently.

After walking around the forest for a long time, I was able to find enough food.

“Now go back.”

-Brush.

A rustle was heard from distant bushes.

“Stop, let everyone raise their bows.”

At Feint’s words, the men raised their bows and aimed at the source of the sound.

‘It’s not an animal.’

It wasn’t a sign from a single being.

It was clearly a voice made by several people.

“Come out.”

As Feint spoke softly, tall people emerged from the bushes.

“Hey, are you really quick-witted?”

A woman in beast skin glared at her paint.