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“He’s an evil god worshipper!! It doesn’t make sense otherwise!! How can you just gloss over this?? Shouldn’t a heresy inquisition be more thorough?? I can’t accept this!! That person is an evil god worshipper!! We need to observe him more closely! Use mind control or stronger miracles! Do something!!”

Tudel seemed to be out of her mind.

Madness flowed from her half-crazed eyes, and her gesticulations looked hysterical.

The witches and mages from the Magic Tower looked bewildered.

The people of the Lilia Order were gradually changing from fanatics shedding tears of emotion in real-time to something resembling the priest from a certain warrior monk comic.

They had expressions like they were about to hold up a scripture and shout, “You blasphemer!”

“Tudel! You shouldn’t say such things without evidence!! Are you trying to put the Magic Tower in a difficult position!!”

A person who seemed to be the Tower Master shouted. But Tudel didn’t stop.

“Everyone else is strange!! I mean, does it make sense to have miraculous acts that are neither magic nor holy power?? Has there ever been such a saint before? This is a fraud!! A meticulously planned, evil fraud!! I can’t accept this judgment!! Even if I’m alone, I’ll insist!! That person is not a saint!! That person is a con artist!!”

The Lilia believers, including High Priest Yodel, exploded and stood up from their seats.

Some holy knights even went so far as to draw their swords and wrap them in holy power.

“We cannot accept such an insult! What are you saying to our order’s saint!? You witch!”

Wow.

Perfect.

In that state, if they just held a scripture in their hands and cracked someone’s skull, it would instantly be that scene I often saw in memes.

Just as High Priest Yodel was shouting in anger, the judge standing at the judge’s bench.

That was, High Priest Gerson of the Silent Order, raised his hand to stop the Lilia believers.

“Witch of the Magic Tower. I believe your name is Tudel. Is that correct?”

“That’s right, Gerson. I cannot accept this judgment! There are clearly records of someone who misleads people with techniques that are neither holy power nor magic. The Silent Order of all people should know this fact! I judge it too dangerous to simply recognize such a person as a saint!”

At Tudel’s words, Gerson looked at her with a perfectly expressionless face.

“The chosen one of the evil god. You seem to be talking about <The One with a Thousand Faces>. Am I correct?”

“That’s it!! Everyone, think carefully!! It’s all circumstantial evidence!! The miracles he performed and the things he said. The judgment was carried out based only on the memories of those around him!! I’m not doubting the Silent Order, but I think we need to look into his soul! No one knows what evil plans he might be hiding in his heart!”

“I!!”

High Priest Yodel had become Mozgus MK2.

I quickly waved my hand, telling Yodel not to move.

For now…

I needed to observe the situation for a bit.

“As a member of the Magic Tower participating in this heresy inquisition, I know I have that right!! A heresy inquisition, especially one concerning a saint, should be more thorough than anything else!! I’m saying we need to look into his memories and soul!!”

At Tudel’s words, High Priest Gerson shrugged.

“I acknowledge that. You have that right. The heresy inquisition of a saint should be the clearest and most certain. If you wish, we will proceed with looking into the saint’s memories and soul.”

At those words, Yodel exploded, “I cannot accept this!! Looking into the soul and memories!! Such acts are only done to evil god worshippers or demon cultists!! Why should he endure such an insult when it’s already been concluded that he’s a saint!!”

The Lilia believers agreed with Yodel’s words.

They looked fierce, as if they might start a riot at any moment.

But even at that moment, my mind was spinning rapidly.

Somehow.

I must prove that I wasn’t a saint.

My memories.

My soul.

Honestly, it was embarrassing to show them to others.

But nothing was more certain than looking into my memories and soul.

If they saw my memories, they should be able to see my memories of when I lived in Korea.

A saint was a saint in their own way.

First of all, one had to be a person of this world to be a saint, right?

If it was revealed that I was a person from a completely different world, no one would believe I was a saint anymore.

I knew.

I knew it was dangerous to reveal the fact of reincarnation from another world.

I didn’t know how the people of this world would accept a being from another world.

They might even harm me for being a dimensional traveler.

No protagonist in any novel I had read had done the idiotic thing of revealing their isekai reincarnation.

But so what?

I think it would be better to have it revealed than to die from divine punishment.

Being burned at the stake.

I was sick of living in fear of divine punishment now.

“Look into my memories and soul. If that removes the last remaining person’s doubt, then that’s the right thing to do.”

“Saint!”

“Shouldn’t we be certain? Gerson. Please do it.”

At my words, Gerson quietly looked at me.

The emotion on his face was clearly respect.

“All secrets will be revealed before Le-Neri. Prepare the miracle of soul witnessing.”

The priests of the Silent Order gathered around me and began preparing the miracle. And Gerson looked at Tudel.

“We will examine the soul, so you examine the memories. You’ll have no complaints with that, right?”

Tudel walked down from the gallery towards me with a smile.

“No complaints!”

Tudel and the priests of the Silent Order stood in front of me.

Magic and miracles were cast simultaneously towards my body.

“Oh grace!! What an insult…!!!”

Grandpa Yodel.

I’m sorry.

It’s no use getting angry.

I’m going to quit being a saint.

So, take care.

Alright!!

Reveal my reincarnator memories!

I’m going to quit being a saint!! Yodel!!

Slowly.

I felt an unfamiliar sensation creeping into my brain and body.

I closed my eyes tightly.

This was the end.

Even the fact that I was a reincarnator would be revealed.

After going this far…

Please just let me stop being a saint.

***

For an hour.

The witch Tudel and the priests of the Silent Order slowly examined my soul and memories.

And then they opened their eyes and stepped back from me.

“The saint’s soul was clean. No traces of black magic or signs of evil gods were found. We can swear by Le-Neri, the father of darkness and secrets. He is not an evil god worshipper.”

At the Silent Order’s words, the Lilia believers nodded as if they knew it all along.

“Witch Tudel. What about the memories you saw? Were there any memories that could indicate he’s an evil god worshipper?” High Priest Gerson questioned Tudel.

At those words, Tudel wore a slightly confused expression.

“No… No. This is something… No… Strange. It’s strange,” she muttered like a madwoman.

“How… How can such memories? Is it a vision of the future? Or memories from before birth? That city? Those cars? What on earth is it? What did I see?”

Gerson narrowed his eyes at her as she muttered in confusion.

“Were there any memories that could be said to be of an evil god worshipper? Or not? Speak, Witch Tudel.”

At those words, Tudel flinched.

“I don’t know how to explain this… I’ll show you the fragments of memories I saw for now.”

Tudel pointed her wand at her head and then shot a huge illusion magic into the air.

And within that illusion magic, scenes all too familiar to me were depicted.

A huge city.

Seoul.

The brilliant night view and Han River Bridge.

Many people and cars filled the streets.

Computers. Smartphones. Delivered food.

People walking among Hangul letters all too familiar to me.

The memories of Kim Min-gyu, a citizen of the Republic of Korea, not Jericho Amael, were nakedly shown to everyone.

After a series of scenes that were clearly not the Arcal Empire passed by, the illusion magic ended.

I closed my eyes.

I had gone this far.

Right.

I’m not a person of this world.

I’m just a Korean who reincarnated with adult game abilities.

I’m not originally a person of this world!!

Am I still a saint even after this?

Am I still a saint even now?

“What… What were those scenes…”

Everyone in the courtroom, including High Priest Gerson, had blank expressions.

Even Witch Tudel had a confused face.

While everyone was silent and wondering what they had seen.

Suddenly.

“Is it because he’s from a famous family of prophets? Did he see the future?” the restaurant owner uncle whom I had worked part-time for a while blurted out.

“It’s obviously a scene from the future!! Tall skyscrapers. Sophisticated cars filling the streets. In about 100 years from now, the Arcal Empire will look exactly like that. Why is everyone surprised about something so obvious?”

At those words, the eyes of people who had been at a loss about how to interpret what they had just seen lit up.

“Indeed…! He was said to be the son of the Jericho family, famous for prophecy!!”

“So that’s what it was!! He saw the future through prophecy!!”

Oh shit…

“No! I’m a reincarnator!! I’m someone who lived in another world and came to this world! Don’t you understand yet!! I’m not a saint!! I’m not even a person of this world in the first place!!”

As I shouted, a priest from the Prophecy Order, followers of Rupiel, the God of the Future, among the 24 orders belonging to the Pantheon, stood up.

“You have memories that seem like you lived in that world, don’t you? Saint?”

“No! It’s not just that I have memories left, I actually lived there!!”

At my words, the priest of the Prophecy Order remained silent for a moment with a serious expression, then opened his mouth.

“He’s a foreseer, everyone. There are occasionally people like this. At a very young age, when the soul is most free, they directly see an incredibly long future and mistake it for memories of their past life. That’s what we call them.”

“No, I’m not a foreseer, I’m really a reincarnator…!!”

“Let me guess. You weren’t very good at predicting the future for someone from a famous family of prophets, were you?”

At those words, the restaurant uncle and my neighbors who had watched me grow up since childhood nodded.

“We saw with our own eyes him growing up being scolded every day for not being able to see the future well!”

At my words, the priest of the Prophecy Order nodded.

“It’s certain. He’s a foreseer. He’s a type of prophet who can no longer see the future because he used up all his prophecy abilities at once in his childhood. In the future scenes we just saw, there were unfamiliar letters and cities and terrains you’d never seen before. It’s a symptom of seeing the future in childhood. Because you hadn’t learned letters yet and hadn’t seen much of the world, the letters, terrains, and cities remain distorted in your memory.”

“Indeed!!”

“We thought he was a saint… but to think he was even a foreseer!!”

I’m going crazy.

Even after all this, am I still a saint?

Even a foreseer??

As I stood there with my mouth wide open, staring blankly into space in bewilderment, the priests of the Prophecy Order all stood up at once and bowed their heads toward me.

“We pay our respects to the one who has seen the most vast future. All of the Prophecy Order greets the foreseer and Saint of Healing. May a brilliant future be granted to you.”

I laughed.

Now I could only laugh at the absurdity.

What more do I need to do now?

What more do I need to do for them to believe that I’m not the Saint of Healing!!

I’m really going to die struck by lightning from Goddess Lilia!!

I want to cry.

I really want to cry, dammit.

And it seemed I wasn’t the only one who wanted to cry.

“N-no. It can’t be. That, that bastard can’t really be a saint…” Tudel muttered as if she had lost her mind.