The World I Was Supporting Was Real

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“Wait, hold on… Igguoqueden Cathedral…? W-what does that even mean…? That’s not what it’s actually called, right? It has an original name… So why…???”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about, woman?!”

Just a little while ago, the high priest who was bowing to Lumina was now being very respectful towards Erin.

“What should we do, Saint? Since she dared to try to harm you, we could drag her to the guillotine right here without trial and execute her on the spot.”

“…….”

Instead of replying, Erin closed her eyes, opened them, and slowly walked over to where Lumina was collapsed.

“Sister Lumina. You’re denying that the name of the God is ‘Igguoqueden’, right?”

“Of course! God doesn’t have such a ridiculous name!”

As the guards aimed their spears again, Erin stopped them with her hand and asked.

“Then, could you tell us the name of God? The one that you serve, Ms. Lumina.”

“Th-that… I mentioned it earlier. It’s nothing hard. The name of God is――”

The name of God.

That name is…

‘Uh…?’

…What was it again?

‘Ah, no. I knew it just a moment ago. I even had the Bible that has His words written in it…’

――Huh?

Suddenly, tears welled up in Lumina’s eyes.

Injustice.

When a person experiences a deeply unfair situation, they can’t help but have their tear ducts stimulated.

The reason is unknown. Probably because God created it that way.

Yeah. God… a God I don’t even know!

“Are you unable to speak?”

“Wait a moment… I-I suddenly remember…”

“You mentioned it just a while ago. You were able to say it with those lips, right? The name of an entity that isn’t even God, nothing meaningful.”

“It’s, it’s not meaningless… Be careful with your words! Are you disrespecting God?!”

“When we talk about God, we are naturally referring to the one true God, Igguoqueden, right?”

At those words, Lumina shouted loudly.

She was so filled with injustice that it was not difficult to read the feeling of resentment from her voice.

“Stop saying nonsense! Just the name of this city alone―”

“The capital city, Igguoqueden.”

“……Huh?”

That’s right. The name of this city is… the Imperial Capital, Igguoqueden.

…Huh? Isn’t that originally what it was? Right?

Lumina felt a pain in her head as if it were about to explode.

She already knew that the name of this city was Igguoqueden!

But why did I just spout some meaningless thing about the name of the city? Why?

No, it’s not meaningless! Because the name of this city is related to God… Huh?

“This place was named after the name of God. Is there a problem with that?”

“No… um, it’s just that…”

“Ms. Lumina.”

Erin slowly approached Lumina.

Then, looking down at her with eyes full of pity… she spoke in a very kind voice.

“How unfortunate… You’ve been deceived by a false God and are in quite a confused state.”

“Oh, th-that…”

“I will not blame you, Ms. Lumina. I could impose a far greater punishment, but… I won’t do that. After all, you are bound to pay the price for every single moment you spend believing in that false God. The price for causing this commotion will be sufficiently fair.”

“However, Saint! This woman, daring to—”

“It’s alright. Did you not hear what the Lord Igguoqueden said?”

Erin said to the guard glaring at Lumina, smiling elegantly.

“Even if the eyes are blurred and do not see God properly, or if one is captivated by a delusional God and holds onto false faith, they have the chance to receive a plate of facts.”

“Saint…!!”

As the guards were moved to tears, the Pope naturally chimed in.

“In Genesis 13:5, ‘A plate of facts. Regardless of circumstances, the faithful shall live, while the unbelievers perish in the flames of hell before even reaching heaven. Without true faith in me, they will simply cease to exist. The time it takes for the soul to burn away is less than two minutes.’ The great Lord Igguoqueden has shared enough plain facts on plates to satisfy those who slander Him too.”

“Truly, you are a saint…!”

“Long live Saint Erin!”

Upon hearing the Pope’s explanation, the guards lowered their heads in reverence to the being of pure compassion.

“If that is your wish, then we shall comply.”

“Now, let us return. The Pope must have been greatly shocked as well; feel free to calm down. I am unharmed.”

“Understood. This way, please, Saint.”

As Erin followed the Pope… she closed her eyes and recalled the being that had made her a saint.

Ah… No.

Just by recalling that being… my stomach feels fluttery, and I deeply sense that they exist within me…

‘Haah… ♥ Lord Igguoqueden… ♥’

It was a truly audacious thought to bear.

In her ears, the sounds she had been hearing since earlier echoed on.

It was a fanfare celebrating Erin’s becoming a saint and the endlessly deep grace of Lord Igguoqueden admiring her.

A phrase she had heard before, wrapping around her and protecting her— the loving message of Lord Igguoqueden.

Like a clock tower, it rang— ding, ding— echoing in her head.

Long live the one hundred thousand won sponsorship!

The false God was shattered by Lord Igguoqueden!

Long live the one hundred thousand won sponsorship!

The true God, Lord Igguoqueden, whispered sweetly!

Erin-chan is the best!

Long live Erin-chan! Long live the Holy Power Pouch!

!!! Long live the one hundred thousand won sponsorship !!!

* * *

Long live the one hundred thousand won sponsorship.

Like someone possessed, I couldn’t take my eyes off the final cut for a while, and finally, I became aware that I was breathing…

Letting out a word, literally without thinking.

This was not something I said intentionally, but more like a feeling of losing a phrase that was stuck in my brain.

“……Wow.”

I concede.

This overwhelming feeling of defeat. I admit it. I felt a wall between me and the author.

A wall so far beyond my reach!

Well, I sponsored a hundred thousand won. It’s not a small amount to support a comic no one is watching.

When I sponsored ten thousand won, I made a huge fuss about a beam of light descending from the sky, so of course, I thought something bigger would come with a hundred thousand won. Since it was that kind of a brilliantly ridiculous author, I naturally thought they would handle it well.

But… isn’t there a limit to what one can expect?

My expectations were like this: Last time, a beam of light came down from the sky, so this time it should be something even grander, like the sky opening and one or two ‘Messengers of God’ appearing from there.

Clearly clad in magnificent divine uniforms, slowly descending from the stairs coming from the heavens… rescuing the true saint Erin, who was scorned as a false saint.

And when they announced their entrance, saying, “We are the apostles of the one true God, Igguoqueden,” it would be perfection.

They could cut out those Lumina characters and extras, while Lumina, who had falsely accused the true saint Erin, would be handed over to a religious trial and burned.

Watching all of this unfold, the Pope would recognize Erin, chosen by God’s messengers, as the true saint…

That’s what I thought it would be, roughly.

This would have been more than enough to satisfy me. Surely a spirit of revenge towards “how dare you mess with my Erin?” would have been well compensated.

And with just that, I would have commented something like, “Haha, Lord Igguoqueden~~ so delicious, we spent money well~~” without any complaints.

Well, in any case, it would account for my sponsorship, treating it as a significant event involving ‘Messengers of God’.

But who would have thought history would change?

Who would have realized that the Bible would be rewritten and that history would change because of it?

The most poignant part was the first line of the Bible. Just plain facts, right?

If I had known that it would be the first sentence in the rewritten Bible, I wouldn’t have said it this casually!

Moreover, it just so happens that because of that first sentence, ‘the plain facts of God’ was becoming a widely used idiom in this world.

Religious people following the words of the Bible… From just the phrase, it seemed no different at first.

‘Did you really just say to share a plate of facts…?’

There was also something strange about the term Holy Power Pouch, and while I was wondering if things were a bit odd— suddenly, the message from the author surfaced in my mind.

[Igguoqueden's words are divine, so a single line is enough to grant life.]

‘Was that roughly what it meant?’

And, Erin’s character design.

I couldn’t skip mentioning it.

This woman… became outright erotic.

After a scene where she was ‘impregnated’ with my truth, the mood shifted so much that it became difficult to tell whether she was a saint or a seductress.

With that blush on her face, she would look at the screen, sticking out her tongue slightly, or proudly brushing down her large breasts…

The nun’s robe seemed to stick really tightly as well.

‘Ha…’

I thought I was somewhat confident in my immersion.

But indeed, when looking up, there is bound to be someone on a higher level than me.

As I was admiring the development the author had unraveled…

‘No way.’

Suddenly.

I wanted to check the previous episode urgently.

Without hesitation, I checked the last episode.

Nothing had changed. Erin began her journey to become a saint, thanking me for my sponsorship and all that.

The scene showcasing the overwhelming pouch filled with holy power remained intact.

However, what had changed was— the name of God.

The letters, presumed to be the name of God in the comic, ‘Opelaishel,’ were crudely crossed out as if someone had scribbled over it with a black marker.

‘Wow… so they decided to revise the entire previous episode?’

So, because I changed history, Opelaishel wouldn’t even exist anymore, would it?

Well, of course, the quality of the sponsorship rewards was high, so naturally, I felt good…

But was it really necessary to go this far?

I mean, it’s one thing for me, but new readers might wonder what kind of chaos this all is.

Effectively, it had become a personal comic with one view, so it was a rather meaningless worry.

‘Well, it’s not something I need to be concerned with. The author will handle it.’

In today’s episode, there was no sponsorship solicitation.

It seemed they were thoroughly keeping the concept that Erin didn’t pray this time, as the sponsorship button was also inactive.

‘Ha. That was fun.’

Anyway, I had a truly exhilarating experience with dopamine rushing through my mind after a long while.

I was able to end my day with a satisfied expression.

‘……’

Of course, I did end up searching for ‘big breasts’ on the art sites again after seeing Erin’s illustration today.

Then I thought, shall I be a bit indebted… having some private time?

And I spent a quite ordinary day like that.

“Igguoqueden’s words are divine, so a single line is enough to grant life.”

The true meaning entailed in that sentence was far more immense than I had expected.