Brain bloom

Things weren't looking good, and Mori's unease intensified.

Not only that, but that inexplicable thought was still growling from the depths of Sen Shi's soul, urging her to kill these damned things—they were shameless, knew nothing of respect, and their only destiny was to die in their empty faith.

If we used advanced magic now, we might still be able to win.

As her thoughts deepened, she put down the sacred skull, which couldn't even utter a single word.

Reaching into his pouch with his left hand, he took out a ruby, then tapped his staff with his right thumb, signaling for Fufu to leave. It was time to equip the appropriate gem and unleash a powerful, high-level spell—Firebird's Cry—for a big surprise…

But—she hesitated.

Once again, he gritted his teeth and suppressed that frantic thought, because it was not a wise choice. It wasn't just a matter of whether they could win or lose, or whether they would no longer have the opportunity to win over the Holy Coffin Kingdom.

Regardless of this, Mori has a deeper reason.

"Am I really the coffin bearer they worship?" she whispered to herself.

She had no sense of reality about her being elevated to a deity. The loss of money had happened recently, and only through a screen, so it was understandable that she felt uneasy.

So, just as the one who cut the melon wanted to convince himself with this sword, she should also show a side that could convince the other party, and convince herself.

"That money was left by me, that's for sure!"

She shouted, speaking to herself, while putting away her staff to keep Fufu away.

"Your country, whether filled with sorrow or happiness, is a gift from me!"

Picking up the cold-feeling crystal box, Mori stared directly at the holy skull. This fortunate mortal, having the opportunity to lie here for people to worship, had received her wealth.

"Therefore, you should believe in me."

Sen Shi stood as steadfast as an ancient tree, facing all the raging forces head-on.

She had already firmly believed in her divine status and had overcome that brief moment of self-doubt.

If you don't even have the courage to acknowledge and accept this identity, then there's no reason to stay by Dandelion's side and atone for this bitter sin.

If that's the case, how could these believers' laughable power possibly harm her?

She is the true god known as the Coffin Bringer.

"—A proclamation announcing the death of a person!"

The melon-slayer had finally gathered enough power, as if squeezing out the last breath from his throat, and declared to the calm Mori Toki:

"You wicked one! Your death is sealed!"

"is it?"

"Therefore, in the name of those who escort the coffin, we will wield this sword to destroy evil in the world. Thus, my vile enemy, your soul will also be—"

"—Go to hell!! I'm the one who delivers the coffin!!!"

Mori suddenly became extremely annoyed, instantly ignited, and roared back, forcefully interrupting the other party's long-winded lines that were not yet finished.

She didn't know why she had become so irritable. To be honest, she had originally wanted to bathe in their doomed attacks and then put on a holy act to show that she forgave the believers' rudeness... That would have been more in line with the coffin-bearers.

But the moment they heard the word "ugly," they exploded...

"Uh……"

The power that had just been gathered seemed to be ignited by something, triggering a violent rampage.

The out-of-control forces exploded, and before they could react, the divine power binding their weapons shattered them into pieces. The crackling sounds made Sen Shi's ears ache, and his small, pointed ears instinctively curled up.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Many were injured by the shrapnel, the most seriously wounded being the mage, who was unarmored and had her stomach pierced by half of the holy sword of the melon-slayer beside her. Even the least injured bore numerous scars on their faces.

Cries of pain immediately filled the air. They had already exhausted the last drop of strength in their souls, and the damage from the explosion was likely more than just physical injury.

"Hmph, serves you right... You'll suffer for a while now."

Before Ke Sen could even decide whether to help and try to win him over, or to take the opportunity to finish him off, he heard the ground slam with the sound of knees and foreheads hitting the ground.

To her astonishment, she suddenly saw the melon-cutter, his face covered in blood, drop his broken sword hilt, and kneel before her, his entire body trembling.

He wasn't the only one; many others, despite their injuries, did the same thing.

Apart from the mage clutching his stomach and delirious, Mori couldn't see anyone's face. They were all pressed against the ground, displaying extreme fear and awe.

The god they had believed in for many years, passed down orally, was right before their eyes, beyond doubt.

Even the Pope, who is most skilled in wielding divine power, or the demigod "Servant of God" who is hailed as being closest to the true God, could not destroy divine power that had been condensed to its extreme with just a single sentence.

But she did it.

Only God can so wield the power He gives to believers.

No one wailed in pain anymore; instead, a chorus of sobs filled the air. No one dared to question anymore; instead, they felt immense gratitude for their wounds, for they were proof of the existence of God.

"True, true god... Waaah..." The melon cutter cried like a baby, his mouth filled with the taste of dirt.

"The divine power actually refused to harm her... The coffin bearer... It really is the coffin bearer!"

"Yes, so beautiful, she truly is the goddess of SB—"

"Shut up. Anyone who dares mention those two letters again, I'll send them a coffin right now!" Morishi roared angrily.

……

(P.S. If you have any extra monthly passes, please put them in Little Moon Crow's mouth.)

Volume 1 #119 The Salt Elf's Question

Upon hearing the roar of the true God, many people's souls trembled, and they fell silent.

Even the pain and the sobs of joy were forced back down. Although it was a painful process, and the wounds were being torn apart, it didn't matter! As long as the coffin bearers were happy, that was all that mattered.

The true God... the true God is right here!

Mori Toki also put on an act, like a god who loves all living beings, and spread out his hands.

She was quite happy, after all, being worshipped felt good. And this troublesome matter was resolved. The Holy Coffin Kingdom would be hers, and she would no longer be hostile to the Four Seasons.

Although Mori has never been to her country, nor has she seen its customs and culture.

But at this moment, the curtain has been raised on history.

Mori couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. On a calm, late autumn seashore, a group of people witnessed a miracle, kneeling before the true God. In the future, this scene was destined to be the most magnificent opening chapter in the sacred book.

Perhaps, it will be called by later generations something like "the day the coffin bearers rebuked the world," "the awakening of the coffin bearers," or "the manifestation of God," leaving a deep mark on history.

Bards would sing the name of God in grand halls or taverns; painters' brushstrokes would capture the divine intent in her amber eyes; writers would exhaust all the meaning in their writing, just to get one ten-thousandth closer to the true God…

Mori felt that life was slowly becoming better.

The premise is that these transmissions skip over those two letters, and all of this can be kept secret from Dandelion.

She glanced silently at her shoulder; the salt sprite, full of questions, had flown back and was now staring at Mori. The latter was patiently considering how to shut the little guy up…

Not everyone is keeping silent.

"I...beg the coffin bearers...to grant me death." It was the mage accompanying the group who spoke.

The magician wanted to kneel down, but the piercing wound was too severe.

Only then did Mori realize that the blood flowing from her wounds resembled a crimson cushion. The fact that she could squeeze out these scattered, weak words was enough to prove that faith had triumphed over death.

Since they are his followers and have expressed their piety, let him live.

The anger on Sen Shi's face vanished, replaced by tenderness. She calmly raised her finger, and a spiritual energy gathered on it, transforming into a radiant light that would delight anyone who beheld it.

At this moment, the one who cut the melon, who was of higher status, wanted to look up at the true god to plead for the magician, but as soon as he raised his face from the ground, he saw the light emanating from the true god's fingertips.

"...Healing spell?"

"That's right. If anyone else is in danger, I will treat them too."

After she finished speaking, the light of the healing spell shone on the mage's entire body. She was both surprised and delighted. Her life force was being restored, and it felt so warm and peaceful.

Then, Mori strode over to her side.

"Don't worry, you will survive, you have a long life ahead of you."

Mori placed his fingers on the broken sword on his stomach; the wound couldn't fully heal unless he pulled it out. Mori believed this healing process should be fluid and graceful, enough to move believers to tears of gratitude and awe at God's power.

But—she couldn't pull out the broken sword because it was stuck too tightly.

"...This sword is indeed sharp; it almost took the life of one of my young followers."

She underestimated the difficulty of pulling the broken sword out of her stomach; it was incredibly tight. She deliberately used only two fingers, pretending to be nonchalant, but she simply didn't have the strength... If she used both hands now, it would definitely be extremely embarrassing.

"Child, relax... otherwise it will be painful. Relax, I haven't even used my full strength yet." Mori forced a smile, his tone barely maintaining its dignity.

"No, no, no, please don't heal me!" the mage suddenly cried out, "This is a sacred mark, I hope you can keep it... I... I've already saved my life, that's enough!"

"...Alright then, if you don't mind."

Sen Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, only to see the kneeling people looking at her with tears streaming down their faces.

It seems that this scene of "coffin bearers extending a helping hand to believers" will become a classic image on the stained glass windows of churches.

It's rather awkward, and it's time to end this. If Dandelion and Wish were to come along and offer to help in the fight, witnessing this scene would be a disaster. At that time, the believers would witness "the true God appearing, and then dying a horrible death."

"Are you still able to walk?" she asked.

The believers nodded in agreement.

"Then go back to your country, don't stay here."

"Can……"

"I want you to do one thing for me—go to those foolish believers who stand on high and pretend to follow me, such as the Pope. Tell them that I have come here to correct the errors of the Holy Coffin Kingdom."

She paused, then continued.

"But it is enough to tell only the Pope; no one else has the right to know about my appearance. Then, I will wait for his visit at this winery."

"As you wish! We will travel day and night!"

"There's another point. The skull of the first Pope followed me voluntarily, as you all saw. This is a misunderstanding; it wasn't the Four Seasons who stole it. Your anger shouldn't be directed at the Four Seasons' lonely, fallen princess—remember to explain this clearly."

"Of course!"

Go, but don't take the right path.