Rebirth Just Before The 10th Circle

It must have been a healing magic, but in the eyes of those who did not know it, it must have been seen as a miracle of God.

And so was this employee.

“They healed my mother's leg and gave her food to fill her hungry stomach. Mars-sama’s grace, which came down in a moment of despair… was a miracle for me.”

The employee's gaze turned toward the kitchen as he spoke.

A middle-aged woman resembling an employee was busily moving there.

Her mother Lira, she probably had to have her leg amputated.

A busy middle-aged woman had the same necklace hanging around her neck.

“Thanks to Mars-sama, I am where I am today… How can I not trust Mars-sama even with such grace?”

"Right."

Most were like this.

All the Marxists I met in the Marx Empire were praising Mars like this.

They say that they are repaying the grace they have received.

‘It must have been that the peace of mind I gained during difficult times led to my faith.’

Merlin sighed slightly.

He took out a piece of gold and handed it to the waiter.

“I heard the story.”

"Hehe. Thank you!"

At the tip he received after a long time, the employee bowed his head and disappeared again towards the kitchen.

Merlin watched the employee's back and looked around.

And she was casually able to find people with symbols that resembled employee necklaces.

All of them, as the employee said, are those who have received the grace of Marsism.

Even in these margins, there are a lot of people who have become followers thanks to Mars, but if you look at the entire Marx Empire, the number will be staggering.

"Well···."

Merlin pondered for a moment, then drank the rum.

The uvula moving up and down and the rum dwindling quickly.

Merlin's eyes, half empty of his bottle and parting his mouth, looked very disturbed.

‘Am I really right?’

A bad relationship with Mars that continued from the gate of truth.

After reincarnation, the denomination's policy to annihilate wizards.

After that, the denominations were confronted with each other.

Each time, Merlin dealt with them without putting the matter in his hands.

They defined themselves as enemies, and there was no need to look after them.

But now things are a little different.

The Mars Church did not have any particular adverse effect on him, but rather had a good influence on the world.

At first, it was just disgusting to see his enemies appear in the world.

Maybe it's also clear that these guys have a plan.

So she constantly doubted.

After all, they are the ones who started the war, so of course there should be no doubt about it.

However, after traveling around the world for the past full month and hearing about the Mars Church and what they did, I was a little confused.

‘Are these really the denominations I know?’

If they were the denomination they knew.

If the denomination continues to have a beneficial effect on the world like this.

If that leads to an increase in the number of people who believe in Marsism.

“Do I have any justification to punish them all?”

Merlin, who has been observing the church and the ordinary citizens who have been influenced by it for the past fortnight, has been constantly thinking about it.

It was still the same today.

While Merlin was alone in his troubles.

chin-

"Huh?"

A small plate was placed in front of Merlin.

It was a dish that was neatly prepared with some vegetables and meat.

Merlin asked, looking at the food placed in front of her own.

“Did I not do this?”

“Fufu. I know. This is just giving.”

“It seems that you want something more for a handsome person. 👀”

An employee smiling brightly at Merlin's humorous smile.

She flicked her fingers from side to side.

“I admit that the guest is handsome, but unfortunately, this is not the only thing we offer.”

The employee glanced around slowly.

Then Merlin looked around.

A plate of the same dish was placed on each table in the tavern.

"what. Did you give it all away?”

"Yeah. Whoops.”

“If you spread it like this, what’s left?”

“Of course, we don’t spread it every day. This is a special meal for today only.”

"Five? Guess what day it is today? Anyone married?”

At Merlin's question, the employee shook her head with her bitter face.

"no. This is not a meal to share as a celebration. It is food that is shared with the meaning of comfort.”(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"up?"

"Yeah."

She answered, looking slightly out the window.

“It is said that today in the system... a memorial service to comfort those who have died in a long war will be held. Perhaps… it should have started by now.”

“·················ogue.”

“The owner of our store also lost a son in this war. So, we are giving this to all our guests, especially today, in the sense of comforting each other with those who have the same sorrow.”

“The spirit system….”

Merlin's gaze looked out the window like an employee.

Beyond the window, towards the direction of the Marxist Islands where the Holy Spirit Ceremony was being opened.

Ritual (3)

Ritual (3)

Capital of the Marxist Empire.

After the long war and the arrival of the Marxist dynasty, the system, which regained its somewhat old appearance, was crowded with people after a long time.

However, the atmosphere was not bright.

People rushed to and fro, preparing something, but their faces were filled with sadness.

This is because the event taking place in this system is an event to comfort the souls of those who died in war.

None of the citizens of the system did not lose family, friends or acquaintances.

Therefore, even though it was a big event for a long time, the citizens of the island were solemn.

On the other hand, Emperor Kurt Marx, who has chosen the memorial service as the first event after ascending the throne, and the Marx Church in charge of the event, the islanders express their gratitude.

The memorial service prepared so early in the morning did not begin until about noon.

Dung- Dung-

A loud drum sounds.

Among the endlessly lined up citizens, the priests of the Mars Church began to slowly move towards the square.

Citizens intoxicated by the appearance of the priests who bowed their heads in the subdued atmosphere.

They followed the priests of the church and moved to the square.

The priests entered the cleanly prepared square.

ridge-

Once again, the big drum sounded, and the flames soared from the firewood in the middle of the square.

Into the flames, the priests threw the relics they had collected to the islanders.

Many people burst into tears at that sight.

Soon after, the priests who wrapped around the square gathered their hands and murmured.

A voice that doesn't sound like a normal human language.

Citizens considered it to be a prayer to the gods, and to comfort the souls of the dead.

"Hmm···."

Marx watching the memorial service being held on the high terrace of the imperial palace.

Only Morgan, who is called a saint of the Order, was with him, who is now emperor.

Looking at Morgan, Marx asked.

“Do I really have to do this?”

“The Marxist dynasty has just entered. You know that comforting citizens who are weary of a long war is the way to more quickly stabilize the Marxist dynasty.”

At Morgan's words, Marx nodded her head.

“It’s something that can’t be denied.”

Even Marx couldn't help but admit it.

He said that the empire he founded was unstable.

The system was gaining ground to some extent, but the citizens were uneasy.

All were the aftermath of a long war.

Marx, who had been silently observing the spirit system, asked insinuatingly.

“By the way, does that spirit system... have any effect?”

“What effect?”

“Consoling the souls of the dead… things like that.”

“Ah… Whoops.”

At Marx's question, Morgan smiled bashfully.

"I do not know? What do you think it will look like?”

“With that mystical power you have… I think you can really comfort the dead.”

“You might think so.”

Her Morgan's smile widened.

At that time, the priests who were reciting mantras in the square raised her arms.

Then a white light rose from their fingertips.

“Oooh!”

"Oh God···."

Citizens quietly bowed their heads at the spectacle exuding something sacred.

Marx was also interested in seeing the light the priests had created.

“Huh? If you do it like that, it looks pretty good.”

“Isn’t it gorgeous?”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“This should be enough to deceive you.”

“Hey, it’s a show that definitely has something to do with people who don’t know anything about it.”

Seeing Marx nodding his head, Morgan's smile deepened even more.

She looked at Marx and opened her mouth.

"right. don't know anything... But I mean.”

“·················ogue.”

“What do you know, Your Majesty?”

Marx had a questionable expression on his face.

“What do you mean?”

In response to Marx's question, Morgan took one step closer to the railing of the terrace.

“Human lifespan is short. A fleeting existence that only lives for 100 years.”

Her gaze looked down at the people gathered in the square below the terrace.

“The race that they consider the best with a narrow gaze on the subject of fiercely living for 100 years. Then they are confident that they have created the civilization they have built on this land.”

There was a deep hatred in Morgan's gaze.

Her feelings soon turned into ridicule and ridicule.

“Who among them really knows? That someone first sowed the seeds where they took root.”

“What do you mean…?”

“Fufu.”

Seeing Morgan muttering her words unknown to her, Marx shed a ferocious force.

“Speak straight. What are you talking about!”

“Fufu.”

Without answering, Morgan jumped onto the terrace.

Morgan walks on the terrace precariously, with her bare feet in pure white.

At that moment, she saw a huge light flashing behind her.

“ね!”

Marx hastily covered his eyes from the glare.

Her Morgan's voice flowed into his ears.

“Before Kwan came into this land. He fortified this place.”

“·················ogue.”

“It’s been a thousand years. Can you imagine? His heart that has been preparing for today since a thousand years ago?”

“·················ogue.”

“A thousand years ago, he sowed the seeds he had sown . . . Well, humans will make their home on the land, and then the king will build their own house.”

“·················ogue.”

“Fufu, they don’t even know what’s under their feet. No, maybe even that was what he intended.”

Gradually the glare disappears.

Marx's eyes widened at the sight he saw.

“Hey, this?”

The whole world was red.

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