I Became a Soul Eater

While having a meaningless snowball fight with the Heretic Judge, the center of the army split left and right, and a splendid white carriage slowly came forward.

And in the open wagon door I am a saint. A young man who appeared to be about 20 years old, as if advertising with his whole body, got off. Even if you just look at the outside, you’re a saint, but you look at your soul. A large soul and a golden glow were proving it.

“You are Count Germain Akasha. nice to meet you. My name is St Anger Arthas. They are usually called saints.”

I didn’t like the way the saint approached with a bright smile and casually extended his hand as if he didn’t care about the situation at all. But first of all, I was a little relieved that the saint did not show any hostility.

If he really came here with the intention of killing them all, there’s no way those ignorant massacre fanatics would have let the saint come near me defenselessly like this.

“This is Germain Akasha.”

I lightly held the saint’s hand. In that moment, something changed. He quickly let go of his hand and stepped back. The saint’s soul was growing rapidly in front of his eyes. Soon the soul filled the body. I had never seen anything like this. As the body was filled with the soul, a golden glow broke through to the outside. Oh, is this the halo?

The saint’s face had changed. The face of the saint, who was an infinitely bright young man, had changed to that of a middle-aged, expressionless, tired man. The face itself has not changed. It’s just that the atmosphere has changed.

Suddenly, I looked around and everything stopped. The world’s time has stopped. Is something like this possible? There is only one. The moment he thought about it, a great energy began to emanate from the being wearing the mask of a saint.

It couldn’t even compare to what I felt from Cthulla before. This would be the power of the one God who governs this world.

“Keugh!”

I tried to hold on, but I fell on my knees at the overwhelming presence and intimidation.

“Record, Wandering Soul”

That being called me. He also knew my true name. Is it natural because he is a god?

“Are you Junon?”

“Yes.”

God descended before my eyes. But am I worth it? If it was a god with this much power, it wouldn’t be difficult to get rid of something like me even if he didn’t descend. If so, the answer is that there is something you want.

“What do you want from me?”

“A long time ago, there were many gods in this world.”

Junon began to speak in a bored voice. This is what I heard from Drakan. It is said that there were many gods in this land long ago. It’s hard to believe, but it is said that sometimes gods lived with humans.

I can’t believe it anymore How could you live with something like that? It’s a presence that makes you feel like you’re going to be squeezed just by your side.

“And many gods were disappointed and betrayed by humans and left this world.”

This is also what I heard fragmentarily from Drakan. A certain god left crying, and a river was created from those tears. Some god got angry and it turned into a volcano. It’s kind of like a story. I thought it was just part of a mythical story, but I’m starting to think it might be real.

“But I stayed. Because I don’t love people. Therefore, I am not betrayed or disappointed.”

I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about and why he was saying that to me.

“I hate being betrayed. If I am going to be betrayed, I will betray you first and get rid of everything.”

For a moment, it seems that terrible words have been heard. Well, if it was a single god, it would be possible. The world does not end without humans. There are trees, there are animals, there are cockroaches, and so on.

Or rather, is it possible to betray God? What kind of life did you people of ancient times lead?

“But I still don’t think this world should go away. That’s why I’m still protecting this world.”

“If Junon-sama doesn’t exist, will this world perish?”

“Yes. It won’t perish right away, but slowly everything will die.”

If there is no god in charge, it seems that such a thing will happen. Then, it is true that the creatures of this land should thank Junon.

“You have fragments of several gods. You can’t bring back things you shouldn’t have or things you already have. So use it for me”

than just a notice Will you kill me if I refuse? Obviously it will. Rather, there is something strange about this god. Cthullah had said that gods are never perfect. If that’s the case, maybe Shin’s hair got a little weird.

“How can I use it?”

“Use it for the world”

Elves and dragons, as well as long-lived ones, tend to talk like this. I’ve lived quite a while now, but I don’t want to do that.

“Shortly there will be a great crisis in the world. For me, procrastination is the limit. Grow your power with the world. and stop it”

“What kind of crisis is it in a few years?”

You have to ask this specifically. Looking at Drakan alone, it took 86 years to say that there was not much life left.

“You can do it.”

The saint’s face began to return to normal. Time goes by again. In the end, Junon just said what he had to say and disappeared. I got up from my seat.

‘What do you say to me’

I had a headache and was angry. It felt like I was being handed over to that typical subordinate. But I can’t even go anywhere to complain. I was at a loss as to where and how to start working.

The saint, who had been absent-minded for a while, said with the original bright smile as soon as he came to his senses.

“Junon-sama said. Count Germain Akasha is also being appointed as a saint.”

“Ah yes”

not happy at all This is what I was told to use for myself. If I use my power as a saint, will it be something I used for Junon? Anyway, it’s a good way because you won’t be accused of heresy and a new religion won’t be born.

“The appointment ceremony will be brief and simple.”

“I would appreciate it if you would.”

I was deceived. It wasn’t simple at all. Who would have known that all the troops he had brought were brought to be used in the ordination ceremony of the saints?

The ceremony of appointing a saint continued for over a month, and through the church, the birth of a new saint was announced throughout the continent.

After the appointment ceremony, the saint left me, leaving me in tatters. Saint Anger was a good person in and of itself. He was kind to everyone and had no sense of authority. Except for a bit of fanaticism, he was a perfect man in every way. So during the month we stayed together, we became a little closer and started to treat each other as brothers and sisters.

Not everyone left. When I first met the saint, there were 100 heretic judges, paladins, and 100 battle priests who looked at me disapprovingly from the front.

It is a kind of escort. Suddenly, Yeongji’s power rose vertically. Since there was no place to stay right now, Yeongji had to start construction again.

A temple had to be built, and a place to stay for paladins and battle priests had to be built. Fortunately, the Divinity Church said it would take care of the construction and the costs associated with it.

The crisis that will come to the world, I can’t even guess. There is someone who deserves to ask this… There is Cthullah. 100 years have passed, so you should have woken up by now. Before that, there is something to check. called wither

“Wither, did you know that I will become a saint?”

“no. I didn’t know.”

You didn’t even know about this? Isn’t that a future foresight?

“Then the future has changed. Let’s be honest now. What is your ability? I promise I will never do you any harm no matter what the answer is.”

Wither thought for a while before opening his mouth with difficulty.

“Believe it or not, I have a second life.”

“Believe.”

‘Cause I’m living a second life

“I was originally…”

In summary, Wither was born in the Empire and lived to be 69 before dying. And when I opened my eyes, I was back to being 25 years old. In other words, it was a regression. It is said that Wither was briefly under me in my previous life. Then, it is a story of something like leaving the Akasha family and dying after suffering.

“Then who did you recruit?”

“Originally, they were the people who would work for Count Akasha.”

Then it’s kind of understandable. If I had recruited, I would have recruited people with that level of talent.

“First of all, you mean I never became a saint in your previous life?”

“Yes, it is.”

The future has changed. If so, will the future that originally existed until Wither’s death at the age of 69 change? Even if it doesn’t change completely, it will definitely have an impact.

“Wither”

“Yes Countess”

“It seems that the future where you play and eat is over.”

Wither sighed and lowered his head. Perhaps there will be no crisis until 40 years later, just like the future that Wither experienced in his previous life. It’s because people who live a long time have a different concept of time than ours. After some time, it could be 100 years from now.

I started receiving terminally ill people again. The number of people who came to receive healing from the recognized saint overflowed. There were people who came even though it was a disease that could be cured just by going to the temple without having to come to me.

As the number of visitors increased, the income of the territory naturally increased. There were people who came to live in the Akasha estate, and there were also commoners who were not nobles, but who came to receive treatment. After receiving treatment, such commoners settled down in the manor.

Thanks to that, Wither’s work was increasing. I told Wither to unconditionally recruit the useful talents he knew. While saying that he was right, Wither said that he was recruiting talented people, and led mercenaries, including Zizac, out of the territory.

I moved one of my clones to Count Ctolari’s estate where Ctula is. When the alter ego arrived at the place where Ctula was,

[bouncer! Come to your body!]

kicked out while Even though I’m a rookie, I think I was too complacent. But once it was confirmed that Ctula had awakened, there was income.

But right now it was difficult to leave. It’s quite a distance from Akasha’s territory to Ctolari’s, but you have to cross the border. Moreover, I have a considerable force of the Divinity Church as an escort. Diplomatic issues should also be taken into account.

I focused on increasing the number of clones, except for treating the people who came to visit me. is information power. As long as you don’t know what kind of crisis may start anywhere in the world, information comes first. Of course, the power of the alter ego cannot be ignored. You have to draw a lot in advance and build up your strength.

Contrary to his first impression, the Inquisitor for Heresy and Joseph Timuriar, one of the troops under his command, treated me very politely when I was appointed as a saint. what a fanatic It is natural to be polite to a saint who can be said to be an apostle of God.

Joseph had nothing to do because of me, who didn’t go out of the house very often, but Jake and Argin caught my eye then. Among them, Argin was a genius that anyone with skill would want to teach at least once.

That’s how Argin got another teacher. Jake wasn’t a bad teacher either, but he was aware of his limitations and allowed himself to serve one more teacher. The master-level knight who appeared just in time ignited Argin’s growth even more.

So, when the territory was extremely stable and the foundation for development was prepared, I decided to leave. Thanks to a bit of overkill, the number of alter egos increased to number 10. Diplomatic issues were resolved through the Emperor and the Divinity Church.

Yeongji has a few civil servants recruited by Wither and a butler, so he’ll get by somehow. Unless you’re a madman, no one will invade this place. Still, just in case, I left a few Paladins and Combat Priests.

“Let’s go save the world”

More than 200 people followed behind me as I spurred on my words lightly. It was the first official activity of St. Germain Akasha.