Wasn’t This Supposed to Be an Erotic Game?

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“Demon Worshiper!! It just doesn’t make sense otherwise!! How can you just brush off something this serious? If it’s an inquisition, do it properly!! I can’t accept this!! That person is a Demon Worshiper!! We need to observe more closely! Use mind control or a stronger miracle! Do anything!!”

Tydel seemed completely unhinged.

Her half-rolled eyes were oozing madness, and her finger-pointing looked downright hysterical.

The witches and wizards from the Mage Tower appeared flustered.

The people from the Lilia Church, who had been fervently weeping moments ago, slowly morphed into fanatical warrior-priests.

Their expressions were as if they were about to raise their holy books and shout, “You irreverent sinner!!”

“Tydel! You can’t just spout such accusations without evidence!! Are you trying to get the Mage Tower into trouble?!!”

A figure who appeared to be the Mage Tower leader shouted. But Tydel didn’t back down.

“Everyone else is the weird ones!! I mean, isn’t it common sense that performing miracles without magic or divine power is absurd??? Has there ever been a saint like that? This is a scam!! A meticulously planned evil scam!! I won’t accept this ruling!! I will stand by my claim!! That person is not a saint!! They are a fraud!!”

“Such nonsense!”

Vice President Yodel and the Lilia followers erupted, standing up in outrage.

Some holy knights even unsheathed their swords, ready to envelop them in divine power.

“I won’t accept such an insult! What are you saying about our saint, you witch!”

Wow.

Perfect.

With her holding a holy book, it was a scene straight out of a cartoon where a fanatic warrior priest bashes someone’s head.

At that moment, the judge standing in the courtroom, who seemed to be from the Silence Church, raised his hand to stop the uproar from the Lilia followers.

“Witch from the Mage Tower. I believe your name is Tydel. Am I correct?”

“Yes. Lord Gershon. I cannot accept this verdict! There are clear records of those who seduce people with unholy acts not using any divine power or magic. The Silence Church cannot be unaware of this! Just accepting such a person as a saint is too dangerous!”

Gershon looked at Tydel with a perfectly blank expression.

“You seem to be talking about the Chosen One of the Demon, the one with the Thousand Faces, am I right?”

“Exactly!! Think it over carefully, everyone!! All of it is circumstantial evidence!! The miracles he performed and the words he spoke! The ruling was drawn from the memories of those around him!! While I do not suspect the Silence Church, I believe we need to peer into his soul! Who knows what evil plan he hides in his heart?”

“Hey!! Hey!!”

Vice President Yodel had turned into a raging mess.

I quickly waved my hands, telling Yodel to stay calm.

For now……

I need to keep an eye on things.

“As a member of the Mage Tower participating in this inquisition, I know I have that right!! An inquisition, especially one against a saint, must be thorough!! I will explain the necessity to peer into his memories and soul!!”

Gershon shrugged casually at Tydel’s words.

“I agree. You do have that right. The inquisition against a saint must be as clear and precise as possible. If you wish, we shall proceed to examine the saint’s memories and soul.”

At that, Yodel exploded.

“I refuse to accept this!! To examine his soul and memories!! Isn’t that something only a Demon Worshiper or heretic would do? The conclusion has already been drawn that he is a saint! Why should he endure such humiliating treatment!!”

The Lilia followers were nodding in agreement with Yodel’s words.

They appeared ready to incite a riot at a moment’s notice.

But even in that moment, my mind was racing.

I must find a way to prove I’m not a saint.

My memories.

My soul.

Honestly, it’s embarrassing to show it to others.

But there’s nothing more definitive than having my memories and soul examined.

If they see my memories, they’ll see the time I lived in Korea as well.

A saint can only be someone from this world, right?

If it becomes known that I’m from an entirely different world, no one will believe I’m a saint anymore.

I know.

It’s risky to expose my reincarnation from another world.

How would the people of this world react to someone from another realm?

They might even try to harm me just because I’m a dimension traveler.

No protagonist from the novels I’ve read would ever do anything as stupid as expose their reincarnation.

But so what.

I’d rather it be revealed that I’m a reincarnator than suffer the wrath of the heavens.

Burned at the stake.

I can’t stand living in fear of divine retribution any longer.

“Please, look into my memories and soul. If that clears away the last person’s doubts, it is the right thing to do.”

“Saint!”

“It needs to be certain, right? Lord Gershon. Please proceed.”

Gershon looked at me silently.

The emotion on his face was unmistakably respect.

“Before Le-Neri, all secrets will be revealed. Prepare the miracle of soul introspection.”

The priests from the Silence Church gathered around me, beginning to prepare the miracle. Then Gershon turned to Tydel.

“We shall examine the soul, so you can look into his memories. That should satisfy everyone, right?”

Tydel approached me from the audience, smiling.

“I have no objections!”

Tydel and the priests of the Silence Church stood in front of me.

Magic and miracles were being cast upon me at the same time.

“Oh, what an insult!! ……”

Sorry, Yodel.

But it’s no use getting angry.

I’m quitting being a saint.

So just sit tight.

Alright!!

Reveal the memories of my past life!

I will stop being a saint!! Yodel!!

Slowly.

I felt a strange sensation penetrating my brain and body.

I shut my eyes tightly.

It’s over.

My reincarnation has been exposed.

If it gets out this far…….

Please let me stop being a saint.

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For an hour.

Witch Tydel and the priests from the Silence Church slowly examined my soul and memories.

Then they opened their eyes and stepped back from me.

“The saint’s soul is pure. No traces of dark magic or signs of demon worship were found. I swear by Le-Neri, the Father of Darkness and Secrets. He is not a Demon Worshiper.”

The Silence Church’s words led the Lilia followers to nod in what seemed to be agreement.

“Witch Tydel. What did you see in the memories? Were there any memories that could prove him a Demon Worshiper?”

Gershon asked Tydel.

Tydel had a slightly confused expression on her face.

“No… No. This is something… No… It’s strange. It’s strange.”

She muttered, looking mad.

“How… How can such memories exist? Is it a vision of the future? Or memories from before I was born? That city? Those cars? What on earth is it? What have I seen?”

Gershon squinted at her as she babbled in confusion.

“Were there any memories that could mark him as a Demon Worshiper? Yes or no? Speak, Witch Tydel.”

Tydel was startled by the sudden direct question.

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

Tydel pointed her wand at her head and cast a massive illusionary spell into the air.

In that illusion, scenes unfolded that were all too familiar to me.

A massive city.

Seoul.

The dazzling night view and the Han River Bridge.

Streets filled with countless people and cars.

Computers, smartphones, and delivery food.

People walking among the Hangul characters I recognized too well.

Memories not of Jericho Amael, but of Kim Min-kyu, a citizen of South Korea, rawly displayed for all to see.

After a series of views that were clearly not from the Arcal Empire, the illusion spell ended.

I shut my eyes.

This is it.

Yeah.

I’m not a person from this world.

I’m just a reincarnated Korean with game skills.

To begin with, I am not from this world!!

Do I still count as a saint?

Does this still mean I’m a saint?

“What on earth…….. were those images……..”

Everyone at the trial, including Vice President Gershon, wore blank expressions.

Even Tydel appeared bewildered.

As everyone stayed silent, questioning the scenes they had witnessed, suddenly.

“Is it because he’s of the House of Prophecy? Perhaps he saw the future?”

The restaurant owner, for whom I had briefly worked, blurted out.

“It’s clearly a future scene!! Tall skyscrapers. Sleek cars crowding the streets. Given that this is about a hundred years from now, the Arcal Empire would look just like that. Why is everyone so surprised by the obvious?”

At those words, the people who had been struggling to interpret what they just saw suddenly lit up.

“Indeed! Since he’s the son of the House of Prophecy, it makes sense!”

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

Goddammit……

“No! I’m a reincarnator!! I lived in another world before crossing over to this one! Don’t you get it?? I’m not a saint!! I’m not from this world at all!!”

As I yelled, one of the priests from the Prophecy Church, who belonged to the followers of Ruphiel the God of Future among the 24 divine temples, stood up.

“Could those be memories from a world you lived in? Saint!”

“No! It’s not just memories! I actually lived there!!”

Upon my declaration, the priest from the Prophecy Church fell silent for a moment, weighing my words, then finally spoke.

“He’s a Seer. Everyone. There are occasionally those who, in their very early years, when their souls are most free, witness a vast length of the future and come to believe it to be the memories of their former lives.”

“No, I’m not a Seer! I’m the real deal!!…….”

“Let’s make a guess. Saint, since you come from a prophetic family, you likely don’t foresee the future very well?”

At that, the restaurant owner and neighbors who had known me from childhood nodded.

“We’ve seen you grow up being scolded daily for your inability to predict the future!”

Upon my protest, the priest from the Prophecy Church nodded in agreement.

“It’s confirmed. He’s a Seer. A type of prophet who has exhausted their prophetic abilities in childhood and hence cannot predict the future anymore. There were likely unfamiliar words and cities among the future scenes you just saw. This is the symptom experienced by those who saw the future in childhood. At that time, when they hadn’t yet learned the language or understood the world, the words and geography stuck in their minds in a warped form.”

“Of course!!”

“We thought he was a saint, but he was a Seer too!!”

I was starting to lose it.

After all this, I’m still a saint?

Even a Seer??

As I stood there, mouth agape and staring blankly at the void, the priests from the Prophecy Church suddenly rose together and bowed their heads toward me.

“We bow in respect to the one who has seen the grandest future. All the priests of the Prophecy Church greet the Seer and the Saint of Healing. May a brilliant future be granted to you.”

I laughed.

Now, all I could do was laugh in disbelief.

What else am I supposed to do now?

How am I supposed to convince them I’m not the Saint of Healing!!

I’m truly going to get struck by lightning from Lilia, I swear!!

I wanna cry.

I really wanna cry, damn it.

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

“N-no. That cannot be. There’s no way that kid could actually be a saint…….”

Witch Tydel was mumbling, seemingly losing her mind.

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