The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 704: Sometimes, ignorance is not a bliss

Well...I said descended, but honestly, it wasn’t the real Goddess.

To be exact, it was the Goddess borrowing the vessel inside the statue. After all, no matter how weak they had become, a deity was still a deity. Their raw presence would be too much for us mortals.

Just think of this; even when Natha or I, who were mortals, exerted our mana outside, people weaker than us would get pressured, just like the church members who had to step back when I came closer earlier. Some might even pass out from it. freewebnσvel.cøm

But, no matter how strong a mortal was, they were still limited by their physical vessel. I would never be able to defeat D’Ara, a demigod, even if I became the strongest druid in the world. Even then, D’Ara would never be able to beat the Demon God on her own, which was why she could only help us by hiding us if anything went wrong.

Now, if the apex of the power hierarchy descended in its true form into the physical world, well...people would probably die from soul explosion. I wouldn’t, but losing consciousness was a possibility.

That was why the Demon God used the King, and Mother used the High Priestess. All these times, I could only talk to them in a made-up spiritual place so my soul wouldn’t get crushed by their sheer existence.

So...yeah, that wasn’t the ’real’ Goddess, but still her nonetheless. For the devotees and the church members, however, there was no difference.

The Goddess had descended. They could feel it in their worshipping bone. Even the true heretic like the Pope could feel it. I could too, just from the mere reason that this body used to be a priest and practiced divine art.

Soon, shouts of reverence came from the poor pawns and the devotees still in Plaza.

"The...The Goddess!"

"Oh! Oooh! Ahh...it’s the Goddess! The Goddess has come to bless us!

I was sure the same expression could be heard from all over the Capital. At the very least, the shining golden statue with a divine aura could be seen by those around the Grand Church. They were kneeling and prostrating, even the church members who were bound by the white vines. The poor pawns were trying to roll to their stomach and propped themselves on their knees.

Quite a funny sight, honestly.

The giant, blinding, glowing gold in the shape of a woman slowly turned around, facing us on the staircase.

"Oh! The Goddess will save us from this heathen!"

"My Lady! Please save us! This heretic had been accusing your soldiers of the unthinkable!"

"Don’t expect you’ll get out of this, you fiend!"

Did they...know that I was the one who made this possible? Were they just desperate or...simply dumb? They really thought the Goddess suddenly descended to smite me. That showed how little they paid attention to Jin, who was openly climbing the tall statue.

Damn. I was even sending Ignis to guard him. How pointless.

Wow--I couldn’t even get angry at this level of stupidity and ignorance. This was the people I had been preparing myself to wage war with? I groaned in frustration, and they were sneering and laughing, thinking that I was realizing how screwed I was.

I mean...couldn’t they at least take a look at the Pope’s and the executives’ faces first before spouting silly things? They should look at how pale their leaders were; how much the Bishops were shaking and squeaking, inching away from the statue as if they wanted to run.

There was a reason why I bound them all, folks.

Oh, what a stupid and clueless pawns. Still, I wouldn’t spar them any pity.

The giant golden persona stared at the staircase and slowly raised its hand, pointing a golden finger.

[You!]

I blinked, stared at the giant golden finger, and pointed at myself. "Me?"

What was this? Whether it was the Pope or the Goddess, why did they love using ’you!’ as if they had no other vocabulary?

But the Goddess’s proxy paused, as if dumbfounded, before answering while moving the big finger slightly to the side. [No, that one]

Ah, the woe of using a giant form.

"Oh," I let go of Alveitya and let the spear deliver the bound old man to the Plaza, right in front of the statue. "Here you go, express delivery."

The pawns stirred as Alveitya dropped the Pope harshly on the paved ground. "How dare you treat His Holiness like that!"

"You fiend! Please punish him, O Goddess!"

"How bold of you to stand in the presence of the Great Lady of Light!"

And blah, blah, blah--there were still a lot of things they said, but it could be summarized into those. I had no intention to remember every single one anyway. But, well...I didn’t even have to do anything to shut them off.

[Silence!]

The roar that came from the golden statue made the air vibrate again. If they did not realize that the Goddess was angry before, they did now. The shouting pawns immediately froze in fright and shook to their bone. Confused, but also terrified.

[Holiness?! Did you just call this person Holiness?!] the golden statue slammed its foot to the ground, making the Pope’s body slump even more and increasing the pressure in the air [There is no person filled with more blasphemy than this one!]

"Oh, that’s one way to say it," I chuckled quietly.

Do you think I would get a smite if I took out a popcorn here? Probably, right? I heard I shouldn’t ruffle an angry woman’s feathers, so...

[Anore! How dare you!] the angry Goddess continued. [After all the grace and blessing I gave you! How dare you send a cursed relic as an offering!]

Oh? I had been wondering how someone who wasn’t even as strong as me managed to seal the Goddess for almost a century, but...that was how? I suddenly remembered the ’cursed relics’ section inside our collection room and wondered if there was something like that inside.

Hmm...I should pay a visit someday.

But back to the Plaza, the Goddess’s statement broke the pawns in confusion and the executives in cold sweat.

"W-what?"

"What is...what’s the Goddess saying...?"

[How dare you block the connection between me and my realm!]

Ah--so she wasn’t exactly sealed, but lost a way to connect to the human realm without using her true form? That explained why she opted to use people from another world instead. The blessing she used at Vashakin was probably the last one she could manage before the cursed relic blocked everything.

And the statue was her emergency back door. The problem was that she needed someone from this side to activate it.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like the Pope knew about it, or else, they might have already tried to destroy the statue--or the relics. At the very least, they’d tried to hide the relics away. The old man probably assumed the beads contained the Goddess’s power and thought that if he possessed it, he would increase his power and authority.

All for the ambition he had to...uhh...rule the world, maybe? Ugh--how boring. Not even my greedy husband had that much greed.

It seemed like he even did something taboo, going by that obviously peeling face.

"I..." the cocky Pope couldn’t do anything but mumble with clattering teeth. The pressure of the Goddess’s fury must have been heavy since his head was almost touching his knees as if he were being folded. "I..."

The pawns, who were already confused, looked at the helpless Pope with pallid faces. A mix of horror, confusion, and shock swirled inside their widened eyes.

"His Holiness?" the captain of the holy knight order tried to break free from my bind to crawl to the Pope--to no avail. "His Holiness! Please tell us it’s not true!"

Oh, these pawns...I sighed, shaking my head. And someone else seemed to agree with my assessment.

"How foolish."

I turned my head to the side and saw the leader of the Templars, Bishop Avarash. Following him were some familiar people--and some not--that I had seen in that secluded mountain range. They brought some holy knights and an Archbishops, similarly bound with magical rope Midas had provided.

It seemed like they immediately moved after Aunt Nezja called Zarfa. They were probably getting ready near the towers already, anticipating this outcome.

"You--" one of the church’s priests regained the function of his tongue. "The templars bastard?!"

Ignoring the insult, Avarash walked toward the staircase while giving them his two cents. "Even if you didn’t know about the blasphemous things he had done, how could you be so blind as to never realize how wrong the things he had been ordering you to do are?"

Yeah, that was why I would never pity these pawns. Just like how I would never pity a soldier who could brutally kill, rape, and plunder civilians using excuses that they only followed their superior’s orders.

Why didn’t you kill yourselves while at it, huh? Better yet--why didn’t you point your weapon at the crazy superior?

I crossed my arms in annoyance, and just as Avarash finished his words, the golden statue roared again like a judge preceding a trial.

[You shall be punished for all your sins!] the golden hand raised, and a magic circle appeared beneath the old man. [Disappear as my fire burns all of your sin!]

"Oh, I like this one," Ignis said on my shoulder--when did the Salamander return to my side?

Unfortunately, I had to douse our fire enthusiast’s fun.

Hurriedly, I came down the stairs while raising my hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa--wait a minute!"

"Tsk."