This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

This is the creed of those who eradicate evil, engraved in your faith by the destroyer:
One. You exist to eradicate evil; do not forgive even the smallest evil around you.
Two. You are those who walk through darkness for the light. Your bodies may be in darkness, but your souls must shine brightly.

Three. If you suspect someone, interrogate anyone and thoroughly investigate. For the followers of evil gods and demons are deceitful and hide themselves.
Four. Do not hesitate even if you accidentally spill the blood of the innocent. Spilling the blood of one innocent to kill ten evil ones is more beneficial for the world.
Five. My chosen are simple and straightforward. They are those who have endured terrible and painful curses for a long time and have ultimately overcome them; I love such individuals and will bestow my stigmata upon them. When you see my chosen, show loyalty and obedience.

Six. Those with many eyes on their bodies are harbingers of disaster; execute them immediately. I say again, do not fear spilling the blood of the innocent.
Seven. Those whose minds as well as bodies have been consumed by darkness are the most detestable of all; never forget the hatred towards them.
You shall offer the blood and entrails of the wicked as sacrifices to me. I will joyfully consume them, for I am one who delights in eradicating evil.

 
The White Order’s Scripture, from the , the Seven Commandments.
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The chosen of the evil god couldn't believe it.
The fragment of the evil god had shattered.

But why it had shattered was beyond understanding.
It had emerged from Iomene’s body, burrowed into the Saint’s... and just disappeared.
Spewing out all the souls and spirits it had consumed and hadn't even fully digested yet.

While that was a shocking event in itself, what was even more critical was the current location of the chosen.
Naturally, the chosen, who didn't expect the fragment of the evil god to be destroyed within minutes of its emergence, had been standing close by to support the fragment.
And now.
“Savior! Eleos!”

“Eleos!”
The chosen was witnessing people shouting these praises not far from the Saint.
Cold sweat broke out.

The chosen had exhausted a great deal of grudge energy intended for the miracle of concealment to break through the various defensive mechanisms installed in the Secluded Palace.
The miracle of concealment had weakened significantly.
If any of the numerous priests, magicians, and knights around were to discover him, it would be over.

Being careful not to let the shouting people notice him, the chosen slowly began to retreat.
“Kyaaaak!!”
Just then, Princess Iomene, who was in the Emperor’s arms, suddenly turned her gaze towards the chosen and let out a sharp shriek.

“You!! You!! Bad! Bad!! Hate!!”
Though the fragment of the evil god had burst and her soul seemed to have returned to its original state, Iomene’s speech was still halting due to enduring torture alone for over 16 years.
But it was just her speech that was halting.

Her gaze was unprecedentedly ferocious.
The chosen felt as if his heart was dropping just by looking into her eyes.
Despite having harbored a powerful and painful curse for a long time, occasionally humans overcome it through their desperate will to survive and a miracle.

And such beings’ souls develop resistance to all existing demonic arts, black magic of hell, and the miracles and curses of evil gods.
And the being before him.
Iomene had harbored the source of an incredibly powerful curse within her for 19 years and had ultimately revived.

Perhaps in all human history, there had never been another human with such resistance to curses, black magic, and the miracles of evil gods.
Naturally, having strong resistance, she must have easily seen through the miracle of concealment surrounding the chosen.
‘What a damned situation!!’

Cold sweat ran down the chosen's body.
But the chosen desperately tried to remain composed.
Since Iomene had lived through long years of torture, her speech and expression were still very clumsy.

Who would seriously listen to the words of someone whose mind seemed broken?
If he played it smoothly, there might be a chance to escape the situation.
“Your Highness, the Princess. What’s the matter?”

A puzzled look.
A shocked face.
A face that seemed to say he didn’t understand what was happening.

Emily, a maid who had been working in the royal palace for 11 years, demonstrated perfect acting skills as she responded in this manner.
***
The fragment of the evil god had shattered, and Iomene, who had been floating in the air, was quickly caught and brought back to the ground.

It was good that I had healed the wounds and the wings that had grown on her body.
When people started shouting "Eleos" and crying tears while looking at me, I finally felt the reality of my situation sink in.
My cheat key to skip hell had disappeared.

It was supposed to be a fragment of the evil god!!
Wasn’t it supposed to be something grand?
Why did it break and mess up?!

Why is this happening to me, really?
I admit my abilities are ugly and lowly, but I’ve only ever used them for good purposes!!
I made the church’s people wealthy and treated the people in the slums for free, right?!

I never once used my powers for evil intentions!!
So why am I on the path to hell! Why!!
Despair.

Frustration.
Sorrow.
Tears streamed down my face.

People shouted the word "Eleos" even more passionately as my tears flowed.
Are they mocking me?
I messed around thinking I’d go back to Korea, how am I supposed to fix this now.

No!!
Logically, I had just been the focus of some dark curse, how can it be that my soul isn't shattered?
No matter how strong the positive thoughts surrounding my body, does it make sense that my soul is intact after such a dark and bubbling surge?

Does it make sense that I found an elixir when digging in the basement of an abandoned factory?
Does it make sense...
That I am a Saint?

Just leave me alone.
I want to be alone.
Closing my eyes, shedding tears, suddenly Iomene's harsh voice reaches me.

She was pointing angrily at a dignified maid in her thirties.
"You! Bad!! Bad!!"
Iomene growled and screamed, flailing her arms and legs.

The Emperor quickly intervened.
"It seems the aftereffects are still present."
"Summon the priests! Iomene needs healing!"

At this, Iomene screamed in frustration.
"No!! Bad!! Bad!! Not! Not!"
Despite her parents' attempts to calm her, Iomene pushed away the Emperor and Empress’s arms, screaming, but the Emperor only seemed to pity her.

"My daughter... Yes, I understand. You may resent as much as you want. I'm sorry, so very sorry."
The Emperor embraced Iomene.
The maid looked sympathetically at the princess, then turned away, and Iomene flailed her arms at her.

"No!! No!! Bad! Bad!! Don't go! Bad!!"
Seeing Iomene's frustrated expression as she yelled at the maid, a sudden realization hits me.
Bad. Don’t go.

Moreover, there were bloodstains on the maid's uniform.
Was the maid injured?
It had been chaotic; she could have been hurt.

The way Iomene was screaming and causing a scene suggested she might have been seriously hurt.
"Wait there!"
A method to obtain forgiveness from the goddess, as passed down by Grandpa Yodel.

Escape wrongdoing, do not repeat the mistake, and accumulate good deeds.
Since my cheat key had shattered, ruining my plans to escape to Korea, I had no choice but to return to the traditional methods, albeit with low success rates.
I should stack up good deeds while I can still use my skills from the adult game.

Soon, if I completely disappear, I won’t be able to use my skills at all.
That's the only way to avoid going to hell.
Thinking about it makes me angry again.

No!!
Why, really, why do I have to go to hell! Why!!
What have I done wrong!! Why!!

Fuming internally, I start walking briskly towards the maid.
Perhaps because my mind was ablaze with anger and frustration, my expression must have been a bit fierce.
The maid's face went pale.

Ah.
Was I making too harsh a face at someone who was hurt?
I should soften my expression.

Maybe give a little smile...
"This, this damned dog of grace!"
Suddenly, the maid burst out.

Her hand flailed violently, and a dark mist clouded my vision.
What? Why is this happening all of a sudden?
"Kyaaaak!!"

And almost simultaneously as my vision was obscured.
Along with Iomene’s shriek, a brilliant pillar of light fell in front of me.
It wasn’t just a simple pillar of light.

It was a pillar of light engraved with the symbol of the White Order.
And this pillar of light was falling precisely above the maid who had just exploded.
Startled, I stepped back and looked at Iomene, who, nestled in the Emperor’s arms, raised her hand pointing to the sky.

And on the back of her hand...
Wait a minute.
Isn’t that the insignia of the Dulaney?

Why is the symbol of the White Order shining from Iomene's hand?
"Aaack!! Aaack!! This, this damn cursed witch!!"
The state of the maid being seared by the light pillar was bizarre.

Her appearance was changing.
From a woman to a man.
From a young person to an old one.

Not just the face but the physique continued to change.
She was undergoing a strange transformation show in real time, writhing as if an ant under a magnifying glass.
The transformation show seemed endless, and the uniform enveloping the maid’s body couldn’t withstand it and ripped apart.

And as her naked body was exposed to the world, everyone held their breath.
Because of its beauty?
No.

Because it was grotesque.
"The eyes! The eyes!!"
"What in the world is that?!"

The maid's body was densely covered with hundreds of blinking eyes, far more grotesque than Erfa's pre-recovery face.
Damn, even I, a fan of monster musume, can’t handle this level of creepy.
The maids and butlers of the royal palace gasped and backed away, while the royal guards crowded around to protect the royal family.

And the priests and holy knights, without exception, wrapped themselves in miracles and drew their swords.
"A harbinger of disaster! Just as recorded!"
"The one with a thousand faces!"

Amid trembling voices, a shout from one of the White Order's priests pierced everyone's ears.
"It's the chosen of the evil god!"
"Hurry! Concentrate the divine power on the light pillar! It must burn to death!"

The members of the White Order immediately focused their divine power on the descending light pillar upon seeing the chosen of the evil god.
The maid, or rather, the chosen of the evil god, couldn't withstand their actions and her body started to burn.
"Arghhhhh!"

A painful scream erupted from the chosen as her body succumbed and melted into a puddle of blood, leaving not a single bone behind.
Before melting into blood, with what seemed like a nearly obliterated mass of flesh for a hand, she pointed at me, leaving a resentful message,
"The chosen of the grace whore! If it weren't for you..."

That was her last word.
The light pillar vanished, and the chosen was no more.
Me?

I stood there, dumbfounded, witnessing the entire scene.
What in the world was going on?
"Dulaney!"

"Destroyer of Evil!"
"The one who overcame the curse!"
"The god of eradication has sent us a holy woman to the Order!"

The priests and holy knights of the White Order rushed towards Iomene, prostrating themselves before her.
Iomene, seemingly indifferent, broke free from the Emperor's embrace and started running towards me.
"Saint!"

Simultaneously, I saw Erfa also running towards me from afar.
Seeing her suddenly made me feel depressed.
A woman who loves me.

Yet, a woman I must push away because of my tragic fate.
I thought I was going back to Korea and even kissed her!
What am I supposed to do now?

I couldn't smile freely.
Nor could I cry, just managing an awkward smile as I looked at Erfa.
"Good!"

Iomene tackled me.
"Good! Good!"
She pressed her face against mine and rubbed vigorously, her face filled with a bright smile.

"The Healer Saint and the Destroyer Saintess have been granted to humanity! Worship them!"
The priests and holy knights of the White Order swarmed around us, prostrating themselves.
Everyone looked on contentedly at the scene.

Everyone except one.
Erfa, who had halted in her tracks at the sight of Iomene clinging to me.