Chapter 17

EP.17 Sister, Do You Know the Way?

When I was young,

up until I was in the second year of middle school,

to be precise, until I was exactly fifteen years old,

I believed in God.

And I did so very fervently.

“S-S-So disgusting, this is so disgusting. H-H-Help, no, no….”

“Shh. Stay still….”

The delicate shoulder hidden beneath the thin, black cloth was close.

Her black hair, parted into two braids, shimmered with a luster near her collarbone.

Her height, at least a head shorter than a ‘saint,’

and her youthful yet poignant appearance were more than enough to stimulate the protective instincts of others.

But I am a messed-up human being,

and when I encounter a creature that evokes such protective instincts,

I want to torment it until it can't bear it anymore.

I poked her shoulder blade from behind.

My long, beautifully shaped fingers toyed with the flesh beneath the black nun's habit.

The character on the screen showed no particular reaction,

but the person on the other side of Discord began to plead as if they were the ones being subjected to the act.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll listen well….”

“What did you do wrong?”

“It’s….”

The trembling in her voice couldn’t be solely attributed to a poor microphone.

Whether she heard or didn’t hear the trembling voice, like a frightened herbivore,

the saint extended her arm over the nun’s shoulder and embraced her small body.

The perfect height difference allowed the nun to be snugly held, and the saint wore a benevolent smile.

The characters’ smiling faces made them look like good-natured sisters.

[ h,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hniiiii,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ]

[ ㅗㅜ,,ㅑ,,,, ]

[ Teacher, you have this kind of taste? ]

[ If you thought we would like this, you’re really amazing. ]

[ Lilies… Lilies are at the heart of this country. ]

[ Oh… the light is too bright… why…? ]

[ Lower the screen brightness. ]

[ I’m coming from the Holdmedic room, stop tormenting our Koyomi, you devil. ]

[ If devils were like this, I’d really say thank you. ]

[ Don’t get too absorbed in 2D. ]

[ Is this what you call online lilies or something? ]

[ What’s that supposed to mean? lol ]

Yes, I believed in God.

Back then, I really loved Sundays.

How many people could there be who dislike Sundays?

I would count down the days, eagerly awaiting the weekly worship service,

and when I first paid tithes with the meager allowance I had saved up, I was so proud that I couldn’t sleep at night.

I realized that my voice, which I had thought was useless for anything, was quite suitable for singing hymns, and I sincerely thanked my unknown parents.

“W-What are you touching…?”

The saint, who had been holding the nun like a baby bird, released her and began to caress the area around her collarbone.

Her hand, which had unconsciously moved downward, suddenly stopped as if surprised by the smooth, unblemished skin.

Metaphor, metaphor, good.

If we press our chests together, we can feel the heartbeat more closely.

But that wasn’t what I intended to do.

Perhaps the intense training I had undergone for nearly a week, both morning and night, without any leisure time, had built up inside me.

Glancing at the chat window, it was rising so quickly that it seemed to be left with only ashes.

Scanning the content, it was all perverted.

I was a bit disgusted.

…But I shouldn’t talk, since I was the one who provided the cause.

The saint’s hand moved up again,

slid down the nun’s shoulder, caressed her white forearm, and gently touched the protruding wrist bone before grasping her hand.

I believed in God.

Using the past tense means I don’t now.

At some point, I began to deny the existence of God.

It wasn’t because I had grown older and my head had dried up, leading to more normal and rational thinking.

It was different from a child who believed in Santa Claus and then realized the truth.

I concluded that there was no such thing as God.

A child who, despite poverty, hunger, and the absence of parents, and despite losing a finger in an accident that was not the work of the one they believed in, still believed in God, eventually stopped hoping for salvation.

…

Hmm,

maybe I got a bit too serious?

To cut to the chase,

the child who believed in God stopped believing,

but then started believing in God again.

It sounds absurd, but it was indeed the case.

I am undoubtedly a malignant agnostic who foams at the mouth and shivers at the mention of words like Jehovah or Father.

But if the name of God is Gaia,

the mother of all life and ruler of existence, who is called the Earth Mother,

then I am definitely a follower of her church.

I talked for a long time, didn’t I?

In the world of Rainbow Tales, faith arises through a completely different path from reality.

The reason people in the world’s church believe in God is fundamentally due to the existence of holy power.

By believing and following,

by acting based on the divine guidance,

they can wield the power to nurture life as a reward.

Unlike the real-world God, who remains silent even when prayers are offered day and night,

who ignores the suffering and pain of those below,

and whose existence cannot be definitively proven,

they watch over their followers from the meteor swarm in the sky and do their utmost to protect the faithful and influence the world.

So, my becoming deeply immersed in the role of a priest,

might have been a natural progression.

The saint, holding the nun’s hand, slowly moved her arm to bring the fingertips closer.

White particles, starting from the fingertips, formed a pattern in the air like starlight.

The symbol being created is the holy symbol of ‘Gaia.’

“Did you practice a lot?”

“Yes, yes, so please don’t torment me….”

“Torment? What a harsh word.”

[ Is the streamer really a sadist? ]

[ This scumbag ]

[ What are you teaching Purple? ]

[ Holdmedic, it’s not too late to run away now. ]

[ You’re watching a priest of the Elohim sect fall to the faith of Gaia. ]

[ The nun is being converted lol ]

[ Dom Huang Cha Holdmedic! ]

[ Did the director allow this? ]

[ He was hesitant but eventually said OK. ]

[ I saw the streamer modding Mohe’s Stak Parfetino, so he’s definitely going to push it. ]

[ The director is pitiful. ]

[ If you come to me, I’ll take out your liver and gallbladder. ]

[ Will you vouch for me? ]

[ Even if it’s you, Yuna, that’s a bit much. ]

[ Ah lol ]

[ Yes… this bitch… a million Elohim followers… will curse you… ]

[ What is the streamer trying to achieve… ]

[ You’re giving Purple such a harsh trial, streamer. ]

[ You’re not a master of converting people to Gaia’s faith, are you? lol ]

“I practiced a lot, but it’s still very difficult.”

“In what way?”

“Elohim’s heal is instant, but Gaia’s heal requires aiming at allies, which is very… mentally taxing and causes cramps in my hands….”

“You can do it. Holdmedic is a talent that the director bought for 80 points.”

“But….”

“Unlike me, who is 0 points, you are 80 points.”

“….”

“The director must have some expectations for an 80-point priest, so you need to endure this.”

“H-H-H… I’m sorry….”

“What for?”

“U-U-Uuuuuu….”

[ I’m tearing up just watching. ]

[ This bitch must have been dragged into the team against her will, and she’s been harboring resentment. lol ]

[ Who picked Yellow 4’s priest? lol ]

[ The director is at fault. ]

[ Really cruel. ]

[ It’s like the streamer used to bully outcasts in school. lol ]

[ Streamer’s delinquent theory.avi ]

[ Spending 80 points on Holdmedic, who uses the easy-to-control Elohim priest build, might be a risky move. ]

[ The streamer must have a plan. ]

[ It looks like you’re trying to convert Elohim priest users to Gaia’s faith. ]

[ Gaia’s pick rate dropped because it’s a trash build. lol ]

[ Don’t take out your frustration on the wrong person, Yuna. ]

[ Tag: mind_break(female) ]

[ Tag: yuri(female), netorare(female) ]

[ Why is netorare tagged? lol ]

[ Gaia’s ultimate heal is much more satisfying than Elohim’s small heal. ]

[ I’m standing. ]

[ ㅗ,,, ㅗㅜ,,, ]

[ Oh yeah,,, ]

[ Is this a priest reversal world? lol ]

[ This team is doomed. ]

[ The future of this team is bright. ]

[ This team is scheduled to disband tomorrow. ]

[ Streamer… is this strategy okay? ]

[ I’m very worried, ma’am. ]

You don’t understand.

The team I’m in,

consisting of a paladin, a saint, Mohe, Stak, Parfetino, and Holdmedic, naturally focuses on close combat.

The clearest victory plan is for the four