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Executed Sage 56

Executed Sage 56

The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: Ifwewerevillains

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Chapter 56: The Sage Comes to Learn the Inventor’s Name

Staff members in white coats were lined up beyond the door.
They looked at me and Grom, and then greeted us.

“Welcome to our establishment, O’ Demon Lord! We, the staff, deeply appreciate your presence!”

The director, who happened to be a woman, greeted us cheerfully.
She was a young, glasses-wearing magician who had a seemingly unreliable smile on her face.
When combined with the freckles on her cheeks, it gave an overall impression of naivete.

At a glance, she didn’t look dependable enough to be in charge of the Laboratory in the Demon Lord’s territory. However, she was actually a very talented magician.
She had quite a special background.
She had worked at a magic workshop in the Imperial Capital up until two years ago. Not only did she research forbidden spells without permission, but she also spent a large amount of research funding for that. This resulted in her demotion.
The location she was demoted to was one of the locations the Demon Lord’s Army invaded; she was eventually caught and imprisoned.
Thanks to her capabilities, she was currently entrusted as the chief executive officer of the research institute within the Demon Lord Territory.
She was a pretty weird person, to say the least.

Most of the staff members had their own personal quirks.
They volunteered to work here to further their research.
All of them possessed abundant magical knowledge, and had no preference or prejudice regarding race, gender, age, etc.
They were all devoted to their research, especially with the abundant resources given to them.
I received a regular report which stated that they were very satisfied with the treatment they received.

“Guide us around now.”

“Roger that! This way please!”

We proceeded according to the director’s lead.
There were several small gates beyond the entrance.
They were large enough for around one human to get through.
Demons and demi-humans with large statures would be cramped in them.

“This gate will allow entrance through magic power authentication. It will refuse entry to everyone except the people who are already registered in it. If they ignore this and attempt to proceed, an alarm and interceptor device will be activated.”

“Ho hou, that’s convenient.”

Grom stroked his chin, impressed.

The technology of magic power authentication came from some of the documents we had stolen from the Imperial Capital.
It was listed as one of the possible crime prevention plans.
However, since this plan had been only theory on paper then, I built the basis for this technology.
I left it to the laboratory after that, but it seemed they had managed to firmly adopt it into workable equipment.

This laboratory handled a large number of confidential documents.
All of them were forbidden to be taken out from the premises and, in a sense, more important things were stored here compared to what was stored in the capital.
Therefore, Luciana had to deeply investigate the identities of the staff to prevent any possibility of an intelligence agent from another nation getting mixed in.
It would be very troublesome if the research contents of this facility were to be taken out of the nation.
Currently, there weren’t ’t any reports regarding spies.

“Both of your Magic powers have already neem registered, so you don’t need to worry.”

The director went through the gate as she said that.
There weren’t any signs of anything activating.
Grom and I also followed in.
The entrance was so small that Grom’s head and shoulders hit its borders, but he somehow managed to fit himself in.

The inside of the laboratory was kept clean.
There was no dust within the white corridor.
Since it was also well organized, it didn’t feel cluttered.
It was quite the functional environment.

Additionally, there were numerous magic tools discreetly installed in several places.
They were there to detect suspicious magic usage and intruders.
This made it possible to immediately detect abnormal situations.

Perhaps that entrance gate was merely there as a diversion.
The real prevention methods were those hidden magic tools all around the place.
They were all precisely installed.

With all this equipment , it would be near impossible to steal any of the things inside unless they used some kind of crude method like transferring the whole laboratory elsewhere.
Also, that was an unrealistic method which only someone who was at my level could do.

The director stopped in front of a room and unlocked it with a key.
She then invited us to enter.

“This is a gun storage room. We also made it so you could test-fire the weapons.”

As soon as I entered the room, the ceiling light turned on.
There were metal shelves lined there, with guns and bullets stored inside.
It looked similar to the prototype I had robbed from the empire, but there were modifications.
It seemed that they were in the stages of iterating improvements and production trials.

The director lovingly stroked one of the guns.

“Well, the guns are great. I’m sure it would be the next generation’s primary weapon of choice.”

“This pea-shooter as a primary weapon? It doesn’t look like it…”

Grom suspiciously picked up a bullet.
He was an undead who preferred magic and miasma-based combat, and he could fight an army alone.
That was why he doubted the practicality of guns.
In fact, even if he got hit by hundreds of bullets he wouldn’t die.

The director began to explain the practicality of guns to an unconvinced Grom.

“It would appear like that for Grom-sama, but this is a powerful weapon which can be used by common soldiers. Unlike magic and bows, they can be used without much training and aptitude and could still kill humans from a distance.”

“Uhm, I can’t deny that.”

Grom grumbled as he couldn’t argue with that reasoning.

The director’s opinion was correct.
For humans without any magic aptitude, an easy, ranged method of attack was valuable.
And these guns were a new option for it.
It was much easier to aim than a bow.

“Would you like to try shooting one?”

“Ah, please.”

I received the proffered gun.
It had two barrels and two triggers.
It seemed to have been designed to allow fir two shots in a row.

At that moment, one side of the wall opened and revealed a space hidden within.
There, pieces of armor and shields were installed in varying locations.
All of them had holes or dents.
These seemed to be practice targets for shooting.

“Hm…”

I studied the gun and understood its structure.
The mechanism itself was quite simple.
It wasn’t too different from the prototype.
It seemed that they focused on improving the accuracy and ease of use.

I aimed at one of the pieces armor from a distance and pulled the trigger.
Along with a bursting sound, shock ran through my arm.

The fired bullet penetrated the center of the armor.
Its momentum was stopped by the shield behind it.

I fired at a fixed sword next.
There was a dull, metallic sound, and the blade was chipped where the bullet struck.
It had brilliantly pierced through the blade.

“As expected of Demon Lord-sama! What wonderful skill.”

Grom applauded, giving his praise.
It made me a little excited.
He wasn’t interested in guns until just that moment though. Did he gain some interest after witnessing the shooting scene?

On the other hand, the director hesitantly asked.

“How is it? It’s the latest model…”

“It’s easy to use. Not bad.”

I answered as I returned the gun.
There had been a clear improvement compared to what I’d taken from the Magic Workshop.
As it was, it could already be used in actual battle.
However, we needed to prepare a certain amount of guns for it to be feasible.

According to memories I gained at the Valley of the Dead, it was better to shoot with a large number all at once.
The increased gunfire would destroy the enemy’s formation.
The guns could be used in a similar way to bows.
Considering that guns were easier to use, it was superior in overall power.

“We would eventually be able to engrave a spell on the bullet itself. We’re tentatively calling it a magic bullet, and it would be ideal if a magic bullet could be used accordingly based on situations in the future.”

“…I see.”

I observed the gun that the director was carrying.
I pondered some things as I did so.

The director noticed my gaze and looked down at the gun, slightly puzzled.

“Err, is there any problem? I’ll fix it right away if there is…”

“Do you know the person who invented this gun?”

The director had a surprised expression as she heard my question.
It seemed it wasn’t the question she was expecting.
She looked at the ceiling as she went over her memory.

“The inventor was it? He was a male engineer who was temporarily dispatched from the Magic Kingdom. He only stayed for a short time, but came up with many groundbreaking ideas. Most of the prototype weapons brought to the Imperial Capital were invented by him.”

“Do you know the name?”

“Was it John Doe? I think it was something around that.”

The director uttered the name of the person.
It was a name that came up several times in the Magic Workshop’s documents.
Just like what the director had remembered, John Doe had mainly been involved with the development of several weapons.

And he belonged to the Magic Kingdom, the nation which had a secret alliance with the empire.

John Doe… I guess I should have Luciana to investigate him.

I had a feeling this man shouldn’t be left alone.
If the director and the documents were correct, he had the intelligence and imagination needed for the creation of various weapons.
He might not have been a soldier, but without a doubt he could change the flow of war.
Perhaps he was still trying to develop more weapons.
In any case, the Magic Kingdom should be investigated thoroughly.


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Fake Saint of the Year 53

Fake Saint of the Year 53

Fake Saint of the Year

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: Jay

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Chapter 53: Preparing for the Breakthrough

You thought the flag would be raised?

Nah! Don’t expect that from me!

And so, here was Elrise who had safely returned to the academy after the Birth Festival.

Except for getting a birthday present from Vernell who had accompanied me, looking around the festival was all I really did.

We just walked around the town and talked about what the city had been like before, which parts had changed, that kind of talk.

As anyone who’s played the game would know, this was a nation without any restaurants, so even if you lingered around, rather than stopping for a warm meal, you could only watch people having snowball fights.

As for why there were no restaurants… While it’s getting better now, there were a lot of people who had died of starvation up until quite recently. There were so many corpses that piling them all up would’ve made a tower so high it would’ve touched the clouds.

The situation was especially bad during winter. In fact, it was so harsh that amongst five kids, two of them would never make it past the coldest season and end up dead.

Parents selling or abandoning their own children to reduce the mouths they had to feed was considered a common thing to happen.

In cases where food cost insurmountable amounts of money and hunger became the new norm, nobody could afford to open a restaurant.

Even if they had enough food to do so, any sane person would rather stockpile it for their own family’s sake.

At least now with the cultivation of potatoes, the number of deaths had reduced but still, no one had enough leftovers to open a restaurant.

Everyone was desperate to make it past winter.

And so, winter vacation ended and the 3rd trimester started. As if that wasn’t enough in and of itself, the Perverted Glasses Bastard who had gotten arrested had ended up escaping from prison and coming back.

In the game, the 3rd trimester was the climax.

The first event was the all year Fighting Tournament I’d talked about before.

This Fighting Tournament was quite important in the game.

At this point Elrise had already been punished and left the stage, and Eterna had been appointed Saint.

Moreover, during this time, the Guard Knights tasked with protecting Eterna were lacking in numbers.

The reason for this was that during Elrise’s generation, Guard Knights were only selected if they were Elrise’s Yes Men, and Guard Knights who had the ability to be proper advisors like Viscount Fox were driven away, so all those left were the ones with prestigious parentage and handsome faces, most of whom had questionable combat skills at best.

(On a side note, I did make sure to choose them based on their ability instead so most of the current members are different.)

Obviously, there was no way Eterna could trust them and so everyone but Leila had been demoted to common knights. This had led to an unusual situation where Leila was the only one who had gotten to keep their position as Guard Knight.

Even though Elrise had already been exiled, Eterna was unable to trust knights that had been chosen by Elrise, so the plan was to appoint the top 4 participants in the tournament as Guard Knights.

On the same note, Vernell had to reach the top 4 at all costs (a failure to do so would result in a “game over”). At this point, your rank would make all the difference concerning Eterna’s favorability towards you and if you managed to rank 1st, you could even replace Leila as Prime Knight, so it was preferred to aim for 1st rank during this event for Eterna’s route.

But that was how things were within the game. This was different.

In this world, the posts for Guard Knights were filled and so there was no lack of them currently.

Which would mean that even if you managed to emerge victorious, you would not be appointed as Guard Knight.

Well, it could still affect any future evaluations though!

Seeing as strong students were still necessary for the Teleport Sealing Operation, however, the tournament was still an important event in finding  the needed manpower.

Now that I think about it, we might have to rethink the Teleport Sealing Operation.

The reason this operation was even necessary was because nobody knew the location the Witch would teleport to.

But now, we had the cheating turtle who was capable of observing everything in real time on our side.

Now all I had to do was to protect the end flag, Eterna’s village, let the Witch teleport away on purpose to make her weaker, ask the turtle about her location and, finally, chase her down. There wouldn’t be a problem, I thought, confident in myself.

And so, I went to the pond behind the academy for confirmation for whether my plan would work or not.

“Fumu, I indeed could. If it was me, I could determine the location of the Witch.”

I mentally fist bumped as I heard the turtle’s words.

And just like that, the greatest problem had disappeared.

If we could locate where the Witch teleported to, we wouldn’t have to go so far as to go through with the Mana vacuum operation.

In that case, Vernell’s group wouldn’t have to be exposed to unnecessary danger, and I could end it all by myself.

If I could figure out where she’d run to, it’d be my victory.

Though I could not move as fast as teleport magic, I still had “Festina Lente (Haste Make Waste)”

Even if she ran to the other side of the world, I should be able to chase her down.

On top of that, the Witch teleporting weakened her, so it would reduce the challenge of beating her considerably and I’m not one to scoff at an easier difficulty.

However, the turtle just had to be a killjoy.

“You must know that there is one exception. There is something I can’t observe. Your “barrier”. The moment you deploy the barrier in your room when you go to sleep… I’m unable to observe anything inside of it.”

This exception that made the turtle unable to observe my room… I had already expected something like that.

As expected, it couldn’t see things inside of the barrier I had deployed.

This was great news to me. It meant I could still protect my privacy.

But my happiness at this revelation was not shared by Leila who was listening to us from nearby, as she put on an expression of displeasure for some reason.

“Prophet-sama… but that means you tried to peek into Elrise-sama’s bedroom… is that really the case? Because if so, even if you are Prophet-sama…”

“Wa-, wait, calm down! I am a turtle. And a female one on top of that! There’s no way I’d ever pine after a human female, you know!? Hey, Elrise! Stop her, please!”

The turtle hurriedly defended itself against Leila’s accusations.

Her impatience was based on the premise that the animal could predict the future… Did that mean Stocco was seriously about to hit this turtle?

Stocco, stay. Don’t bully this turtle or it won’t want to cooperate with us anymore, which would be quite troublesome, so stop it.

As I reached out to stop her with my hand, Stocco glared at the turtle, but slowly put down her fist.

On another note… this turtle was female, huh? I’d always thought it was male.

“Fuh-… What a short tempered girl. Anyway, it’s not like I can observe everything, anyways. There’s a possibility of the Witch using the same kind of barrier to hide, so letting the Witch teleport away only to fruitlessly chase her around… I can’t recommend such a tactic. By my predictions, once the Witch teleports away, she will use magic to hide because she’ll fear being found by you again. That would only make it more difficult to find her once more.”

“Can’t you predict where she will teleport to?”

“It’s not that I can’t, but there are too many candidates for her to choose so the accuracy of my predictions will suffer. It’s not a good gamble to make. At best, it should only be the backup plan in case she manages to get away.”

I had thought it was a good plan but it had gotten refused.

Damn… I was starting to get irritated by Alexia’s cowardice. 

To think it was this troublesome to face a boss character that escapes as soon as it’s found…

If you are a boss character, at least act like one and wait on your throne like a good villain.

It’s boring to be a boss who’s prepared to escape immediately, Alexia.

“In the end, we can’t change the plan… I see.”

“Yes. Since we know her current location, it’s best to just end everything here at the academy. Our best approach is to find a way to stop her from teleporting altogether. Just treat me as insurance in case she manages to escape after all.”

In the end, the plan stayed the same as it had always been.

There was no way things would go this conveniently, which was extremely frustrating.

Even though I was capable of many things, all I could do was to leave everything to Vernell’s group, making me feel even more miserable.

At the very least, I could still help prepare everyone’s equipment…


The Fighting tournament ended as expected with Vernell’s group dominating the top spots.

Winning 1st place was Vernell, Aina made 2nd place. 3rd place was Mary and 4th place went to Eterna.

Mob A and Fiora were included in the top 8.

The ranks were slightly different from before but it was luck of the draw after all.

Mob A fought Mary for the quarter-final, after which Mary went up against Vernell for the semi-final, ending her fight there.

Meanwhile, Eterna had improved her magic prowess considerably to the point where she even managed to get to the semi-finals, and while she lost to Aina, she’d still managed to put up a good fight.

The explanation seems almost too simple but I didn’t know how to explain it in detail.

In the end, Vernell’s group had gotten stronger and ended up winning. Easy as that.

And so, after the conclusion of the tournament, I called the 8 best fighters to the 5th floor.

From now on, we’d need to train these 8 people and follow our original plan in order to reduce the Witch’s MP.

I had wished to increase the number of Guard Knights, but… according to the turtle, 8 seemed to be the limit.

If we increased the amount of people on this mission, the Witch wouldn’t think  of it as “Students who just happened to enter the lair” and the possibility of the Witch immediately escaping would increase drastically. Alexia, enough of your cowardice already.

The two people standing next to Vernell’s group were also part of the top 8, with one of them being a muscular man from 3rd grade. His name seemed to be Crunchbite Dogman.

Just going off of his name I got the feeling he’d end up being the underdog1 who’d fall to the enemy first.

The other person was a 3rd grader as well. They were a suspicious person wearing a hood, but…

“… What are you doing, Instructor Supple Ment?” 

“Well, whatever could you mean, I wonder? I am part of the top 8. 3rd grade student, Tom Toy, reporting for duty.”

In front of us, was the Glasses Bastard who was wearing a  hood for some reason.

He answered Leila’s question in an aloof tone, trying to make himself sound younger, but at the end of the day it was still Perverted Glasses Bastard no matter how you looked at it.

It seemed he had mixed with students in order to participate.

Hey, why had no one noticed that? Was the judge teacher blind??

Now that I think of it, he was the judge teacher…

“Oh, my Saint! Please grant your weapons  meant only for the best 8 students to me!”

It seemed that preparing a reward had had the opposite effect to what I had intended…

Actually, I had declared to give special weapons to the students that managed to reach the top 8 at the start of the tournament.

People would be motivated by the notion of winning a prize, and I had meant it as a way to strengthen the students that would be involved in the operation as well as as an apology for involving them in it.

While I did make sure to grant everyone the option to refuse, but… a request from the “Saint” to “help defeat the Witch” was practically a compulsion for the people of this world… 

Even in the game, Elrise often made such annoying “requests.”

This academy was an institution that fostered Knights, and Knights were those who served the Saint, after all.

This meant that refusing the Saint’s requests would lead to questions like “why come to this academy in the first place if you’re not willing to help when duty calls?” Even more so if said request was about defeating the Witch.

I also understood that presents were the least I could do to apologize and relieve a little of my guilt.

Yet, to think it had come to this…

…Well, it was what it was.

If you thought about this situation more, it meant one less student had to be needlessly involved.

At least my – admittedly – tiny conscience wouldn’t feel any guilt whatsoever for involving this Perverted Glasses Bastard. 

“Are you an idiot? There’s no way we would agree to someone who’d guaranteed himself a spot in the top 8 in such an unfair way!”

“I don’t mind, Leila.”

And so, I agreed with Perverted Glasses Bastard’s participation, ignoring Leila’s protests.

This might sound like an evil thing to say,  but if the students had really lost to him, I would be correct to assume that Perverted Glasses Bastard was stronger than any of them, meaning there was a higher possibility of him surviving.

Moreover, rejecting a potential member would only reduce our fighting power.

Since it had come to this, I just decided to let him get involved in our plan.

Furthermore, however you put it, Perverted Glasses Bastard was considered a Mid Boss in game, making him quite strong.

When fought in the game, he had a 1st form as well as a 2nd form and while 1st form was no different than a common mob, in his 2nd form, he fused with a giant golem, a feat that common people couldn’t even dream of accomplishing.

He wasn’t supposed to possess such power but in the game it was explained as his “Love for the Saint,” making it bad by nature.

Anyway, he was (limited as an enemy in this version of events but still) strong enough to fight Vernell’s group all by himself during the later stages of the plot.

“Leila, bring them out.”

“Yes.”

As I signalled Leila, she hurried to open the box sat next to me.

Inside were the things I had requested from old man Aiz, various ores and metals.

The sword I had made for Vernell previously had been made randomly using earth, but this time, I was determined to do my best when crafting his weapon.

I held my hand in front of me, using earth magic to split up the material’s composition and then turning it into a hard metal.

Trying many things, I ended up making an alloy as hard and tough as possible, using it as the material for making a weapon.

I did not know the name of metal. It was a metal not found on earth after all.

So let’s just give it a chuuni name!

This alloy’s name would be orichalcum, I decided on the spot.

And so there they were. Orichalcum weapons.

I crafted a weapon for every member, and handed them out to everyone.

Lastly, I gave one of them to Leila as a present.

Leila already possessed a proper sword as Prime Knight but… she hadn’t been using it lately for some reason.


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Fake Saint of the Year 53

Fake Saint of the Year 52

Fake Saint of the Year

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: Evelet

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Chapter 52: The Saint’s Birth Festival

It had been a week since Turtle came to the academy.

As I breathed a chilling breath, I looked out the window.

Outside, there was a silver landscape as far as I could see. As it was now winter, white snow fell from the sky and piled across the land, forming a white snowscape.

Turtle might end up hibernating if it was too cold, so I had no choice but to make a barrier surrounding the lake to block the cold temperatures.

The Theory of Barrier was almighty. I thought that such a thing already existed.

It was just a haphazard barrier that prevented cold temperatures, so it was quite cost-efficient and lasted about one whole day.

The need to recast it every single day was quite annoying, though.

Speaking of winter, the season was not welcomed in this world.

It was because, unlike the modern world where heating was generally available, winter cold could kill you in this world’s civilization.

You couldn’t harvest crops during winter, so if you didn’t stockpile properly, you could die of starvation.

During winter, people gathered near the fireplace, conversed, and did handicrafts while enduring the cold.

Yet for some reason, even during this cold winter, there was festival-like noise outside.

Children had a snowball fight while adults held their shoulders with hands that were also full of potato skewers.

“Elrise-sama, it’s about time for the parade.”

As Leila said that to me, I looked out the window once more.

My current location was not the Knight Academy, but Billberry’s capital castle town.

Rather, I was inside the castle.

The distance between the academy and the capital was about 10 km, which could be covered by horse carriage within an hour.

Why did they put the academy there? Wasn’t it better to have it inside the town?

You sometimes saw it in Medieval fantasy games, but I didn’t understand why they had to build the academy on a corner of the map separated from town.

If we said it in the modern way, you could have put the academy in the city, yet they built it above, on the mountain for some reason.

Even so, it was actually not that rare for a school to be built in a weird location, even on earth.

In the past, I saw a documentary about a school abroad where one student needed to cross a high pass on a wooden board without a handrail, carefully cross a broken bridge, cross a river, and walk along a cliff for hours just to get there… It seems there were children who bet their lives just to go to school1.

If it was compared to that … well. The Knight Academy was still built in a much better place, it seemed.

Well, if we needed to think of a reason… it was because they raised demons within the academy for the sake of student practice, or something like that.

Even though they sealed it properly so none could escape, there was no guarantee they would never escape at all, and people who lived in the city didn’t wish to have demons roaming the city.

Also, there was a chance that they might get targeted by the Witch’s followers… I guessed.

Knights were considered a hindrance by the Witch, so it was obvious they would be attacked.

They might have considered that when they chose not to locate such a facility inside the city.

The fact that the academy had been built in an isolated location also helped me.

If it had been built within the capital city, the Witch would have had an easier time hiding… 

Exactly because it was so isolated, the Witch’s scope of action was limited to the academy’s underground areas.

Oops, I got derailed.

Anyway, I was currently not at the academy that had been cited in a weird place, but in the castle town of Billberry instead.

I was there because I had been invited to be a guest at the current event.

The event went by the name “Saint’s birth festival”… well, it also happened to be my birthday. I guessed.

Originally, the Saint’s birthday would be the same day the Witch appeared, so there was nothing to celebrate, but my birthday alone was considered worthy of celebration, for some reason.

No, you didn’t have to go that far… I was a fake to begin with, you know?

You guys were currently celebrating the birthday of a fraud, you know. Were you okay with that?

Rather than mine, you should celebrate the first Saint Alfrea’s birthday instead.

Well, during Alfrea’s generation, the movement to support the Saint had not taken root yet, so no one knew her birthday.

I was escorted by Leila out of the castle and I got exhausted as I looked at the portable shrine that had been prepared for me.

A luxurious chair had been attached to that portable shrine, and I had to sit on that totally lame portable shrine while being carried around by Knights as they went around the city with it.

What kind of punishment game was this?

It was embarrassing; even though I hadn’t ridden on it yet, did I want to get off already?

“Well, go ahead. Everyone has already gathered to look at Saint-sama.”

One of the Knights said that as I was led to the seat.

No, you didn’t have to gather… seriously…

Why must I do all these embarrassing things on my own birthday?

Don’t tell me I’m actually hated by the citizens?

And I needed to do this every year. Who thought of this stupid event?

I gave up and sat on the seat while the Knights carried the portable shrine and walked around the castle town.

On the road, many people had gathered, and as usual, they carried potatoes in one hand while being noisy.

By the way, among the Knights who carried the portable shrine, one of them looked exactly like Perverted Glasses Bastard but… no, there was no way, right? It must have been an identical stranger.

Even that Perverted Glasses Bastard wouldn’t attack a Knight to take over his spot, so he wouldn’t have done such an idiotic thing.

… He wouldn’t, right?

Leaving the Perverted Glasses Bastard look-alike Knight aside, as for why people had potatoes in their hands… It was because of me.

There was nothing to harvest during winter in this world, which caused people who hadn’t stockpiled food to die.

I thought that was too much for them, so I looked for something that could be stockpiled to brave it through the winter and I somehow found potatoes among the plants as I searched.

But the potato was treated as a decorative plant by nobles.

No, eat it! Wasn’t it right there… The food needed to survive the winter…

As I thought that, I flew to a southern mountain and searched for potatoes then brought them back. I borrowed some land, used earth and water magic, nurtured the growing potatoes, and taught people they could be eaten if one removed the eyes then heated them for a bit.

Then potatoes spread as a food. After a short time, you could see them everywhere.

With that, the number of people who died of starvation was reduced a lot but, thanks to that, my birthday somehow became something like a potato thanksgiving festival.

As a result, people gave their thanks for potatoes on my birthday and hoped-for blessings at the end of the year. It ended up turning into the current chaotic event.

What was this, Germany’s Sachsen region potato festival mixed with Christmas, New Years, and a year-end party combined into a chaotic event?

They also made something using snow so it was also mixed with a snow festival on top of everything else.

This would end up as a joke for future generations.

“Saint-sama, please bless us!”

For some reason, citizens started asking as they liked.

Okay, okay… there.

I randomly spread out healing magic, curing people of their injuries and diseases.

Citizens here were quite stupid so they were very thankful for just this.

“Ooh! My eyes that I thought would never again see light!!!”

“Ah! My child that was never able to stand now stands on their own two feet!”

“My head that I thought would never grow hair is now covered with it!!!”

“How exalted she is!”

They looked happy for some reason, so I guessed this was enough.

Ah — this was troublesome.

I wished the parade would end soon…


I was finally released.

Ah — this was exhausting. This was seriously exhausting.

To stay seated on a shaky portable shrine was more tiring than standing without moving.

Since people were watching me, I couldn’t do things as I liked. Instead, I needed to keep my expression fixed in a smile.

Even if my back under my dress was itchy, I need to maintain a smile and hold on to it. It was such a trial.

That event which akin to torture finally ended and I walked around town to get a true sense of freedom.

I did put on a wimple as a disguise. It hid me up to eye level so I didn’t think being recognized would be a problem.

Leila came along as a guard as usual but it couldn’t be helped.

By the way, as the parade ended, it was revealed that one of the Knights who was supposed to carry the portable shrine had had their armor stolen and was confined inside the warehouse and that the Glasses Pervert, who was believed to be the culprit, was currently being pursued.

The city was full of life and children were throwing snowballs.

On the roadside, people roasted potatoes, buttered them, and ate them.

I didn’t remember teaching people about that; it seemed they figured it out themselves.

The people in this other world… it seemed they shouldn’t be underestimated.

By the way, within the kingdom of Billberry, butter and cheese were quite popular with commoners.

Cows were raised as livestock in the kingdom, not for their milk or meat, but to create butter and cheese.

It seemed they hadn’t thought of drinking cow’s milk yet.

That was the reason for Leila’s strange expression when I asked her to bring milk as an ingredient for making snacks.

By the way, in this nation butter and cheese were accepted for tax payments in a territory where little currency circulated.

Cheese as tax payments sure felt new.

Recently, it also became possible to pay taxes with potatoes according to Leila but — was that supposed to be a gag?

Then what? They were currently eating their tax money? That was amazing.

But, how to put it… it felt like something was lacking for a festival.

To be exact, there were no food stalls.

It might’ve felt wrong to say this in a world that suffered food shortages until recently but, festivals were supposed to be lined with food stalls, after all. 

The only group doing something like that was the church. They were currently giving out the vegetable broth I’d taught them earlier.

“Ah, Elrise-sama. Also, Leila-san.”

As we walked around town, we encountered Vernell’s party.

It seemed that they were enjoying themselves at the festival.

It sure seemed like you people got along well, so to speak.

It was a good thing that he had a group to do these kinds of things with.

It was also better to see Perverted Glasses Bastard not among them.

Whatever was said, Vernell was still the protagonist, after all.

I thought he had gone for the Loner route initially, yet he made friends before I noticed it.

Meanwhile I — regarding friends, I didn’t have one in this world…

I was totally a loner, wasn’t I?

…No, no, no, wait. After all, Vernell could be considered a friend. Yup. 

“Vernell-kun and the others participated in snowball throwing?”

It made me feel more miserable the more I thought about it, so I just randomly brought up this topic.

Snowball throwing, needless to say, was what happened when they started throwing around snowballs.

It was totally a snowball fight.

It wasn’t like there were specific conditions for victory. Everyone just foolishly threw snowballs at each other. I didn’t hate such things.

But if I were to participate, everyone would be reserved toward me and the atmosphere would turn cold, so I could only watch.

“Ah, yes. I…”

“Only we will participate. Right, everyone?”

Vernell was about to say something before he was cut off by Fiora.

Then she looked around for the others: Mob A, Mary, and Aina all nodded their heads.

Ah, this was the pattern of someone being rejected.

I thought I could hear the voices of Eterna and others’ hearts.

Their heart-voices went like this:

Fiora: “It will be boring if she participates. Just match our words and send them away!”

Eterna: “You’re right, that’s better.”

Mob A: “No objection!”

Mary: “Agreed.”

Aina: “Nice Idea!”

Perhaps it went like that. Yep, great deduction.

But you people, how could you have left Vernell out?

While it was okay for me to be excluded, why did you push off all responsibility to Vernell? Were you guys brutes?

The only person who looked dissatisfied about it was Eterna. As expected of the Saint.

But Eterna was unable to win against the majority, so she reluctantly agreed.

And thus Eterna and the others left Vernell behind. The only ones left were me and Vernell… and Leila who wore an angry expression for some reason. 

Why did Leila have such an expression? Was it from actually, patiently enduring the cold?

“A, Ahaha… they got me. To think they did this to me on purpose…”

Vernell laughed lightly but, was it really for his sake that we had been left alone together?

No, wait — this world was supposed to follow the “Elrise Route” according to the game.

Currently, I didn’t have the slightest intention of pursuing him (as expected, I couldn’t see a man as a romantic target) but if Vernell tried to romance me… If I went with this assumption, then Eterna’s group did try to leave the two of us alone for his sake.

… No, I guessed not. Leila was still here, after all.

If my assumptions were right, Leila, who still insisted on staying, would be a person who couldn’t read the atmosphere.

Even Stocco-chan won’t be such a KY person2.

Fuh, I guess it was just me being overly conscious.

I was disgusted with myself for thinking so little of a guy who might fall for me.

Well, it couldn’t be helped since he was left alone.

Since it came to this, we could at least enjoy ourselves.

“I don’t understand what happened but… would Vernell-kun like to come along? We will just be walking around the festival, though.”

“Ah, ye- yes! Please!”

Since we were both excluded from the group, we could enjoy ourselves, Vell Boy.

As soon as I invited Vernell, he accepted, since he was a good guy.

Stocco, that’s why you shouldn’t wear that Oni-like expression. Let’s enjoy ourselves some more.

And so Vernell came along with us and looked around but — yep, nothing had changed!

No matter where we went, it was all about playing around with snowballs and people eating potatoes.

There were people who made snowman-like thingies, but none of them looked great.

If it was earth, there would be something amazing that made people think, “Is this seriously made out of snow?” But I didn’t see any of those here.

Well, after all, the people of this world had no leisure to play with snow until recently.

That’s why such entertainment was unpolished. We could look forward to it.

But among those activities, there was one spot where people gathered.

As I looked, it seemed someone had made a big statue out of snow.

Hou hou, someone had skills. It seemed there were geniuses everywhere.

— It was me

As I approached, the statue could only be seen as a gigantic me.

Oi, who was the fool who made this monstrosity.

“Ah, no good — I’m unable to reproduce the beauty of Saint no matter how I do it! This is not what I seek! I’m terribly sorry, oh my Saint!”

Yup, I had found the fool.

There was Perverted Glasses Bastard, kneeling down on one leg of the statue for some reason.

So you were still not arrested, huh.

Knight brigade, do your job.

“Hou — This is quite something…”

“It would be a shame if it were melted… Is there any way to preserve it?”

So I thought, but the people of the Knights brigade were also gathered near the statue. Hey, you guys.

Was this world filled with only this type of people?

Rather, could I destroy this statue? It felt weird to have myself being displayed in such a big size…

“It sure is quite a feat of workmanship… to think Instructor Supple was capable of that,” Leila shared. 

“That’s amazing. But the real Elrise-sama is way prettier.”

Vernell breathed out a trashy sentence in response.

It must be his Galge Protagonist factor that let him say such a thing naturally.

Vernell seemed to notice how cheap his line was, and had a “No good” expression on his face.

If it were a common heroine, they would say something like “it’s a foul to say such a thing so suddenly” while blushing but… well, it would be troublesome if he tried to get a similar reaction from me.

“Thank you, Vernell-kun. I’m happy even if it’s merely a compliment.”

So I just replied to it blandly and let it flow.

Vernell said something like, “It’s not a compliment though…” in a small voice but I pretended to not have heard of it.

Whatever; I just wanted him to hurry and change his route to attack Eterna already. Okay?

“Ah, right… I heard today is your birthday so I made this for you.”

As he said that, Vernell took something like a necklace out from his bosom.

It was a simple thing made from greenish stone that looked like emeralds attached to a chain but it looked like a beginner’s work in various places.

Are you a maiden since you gave a handmade thing as a birthday gift?

Or rather, to think, you were capable of buying such a stone.

“This… Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes, I did… I intended to make it better though.”

You could get money by working part-time during your free time with the “Kuon no Sanka” setting.

The part-time work was about pulling up grass around the academy, transporting goods, repelling wild dogs and bears, and things like that.

It was like a mini-game where if you did well, you would get bonus money.

The money you got this way could be used to buy presents for the heroines or to buy equipment.

Also, these part-time jobs also increased your stats, though not as much as self-training. If you managed to clear them perfectly, it wouldn’t be much different from self-training.

Well, there were no bad consequences for doing it.

Vernell had been doing this part-time as a substitute for training and gathering money.

Uhm… this present was hard to refuse.

This student made money themself to buy an expensive gemstone and turned it into a homemade necklace as a present. I would be totally KY if I refused it.

Well… it wasn’t like I wasn’t happy about it.

The last time I got a birthday present from a friend was when I was an elementary school student in my past life.

I got many things since I became Elrise, but it had been a while since I got something like this.

Since it was a gift anyway, I would honestly accept it.

“Thank you Vernell-kun. I will cherish it.”

Well… I didn’t feel bad about this.


A/N:

“Modern world”
Elrise: Thank you Vernell-kun. I will cherish it.
Piron♪ (Favorability Greatly+)
Elrise: How is it? Do I look good?
(Sprite changed. The necklace is worn from that point onward.)

Niito” ( ゚д゚) 」
Niito “ ( ゚д゚ ) ”


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Fake Saint of the Year 51

Fake Saint of the Year

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: Geli

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Chapter 51: Unexpected Collaborators

I decided to stop thinking about stuff I wasn’t sure about, and turned my attention back to the turtle.

While there were some unexpected developments, I still managed to get the information I wanted to know.

The one who prophesied about the Saint’s birth was not the Prophet but the Oracle; the reason it was possible was because the Saint was the World’s representative, while the Prophet was the World’s spokesperson.

Its true identity was that of a long-lived turtle.

In the end, I didn’t manage to find out about “why events that happened here were being  projected as a game on the other side” but, I decided to leave that kind of investigation to the me on the other side and Ijuuin-san.

”I don’t know why there is a great difference between the ‘tale’ I observed and reality. But I do think that you are the person who can change the future. In the ‘tale’ I observed, the real Saint, Eterna, turned into the Witch and ended up killing herself by committing suicide.”

The things the turtle talked about were already familiar to me.

What I didn’t understand was why this turtle sounded like they wished to change such a future.

To it, Eterna was just a stranger, even if she was the real Saint.

So I didn’t understand why it wished to change that future.

While I also wished to change it, my reasons were more based on my own personal preference than anything else.

But for this turtle… well, I hated to say it, but wouldn’t it be better if things developed as it did in the game?

If Eterna became the Witch and committed suicide, the Witch’s power will have nowhere to go and the cycle of the Saint would definitely be broken.

From the World’s perspective, it wouldn’t be so bad for the end to develop that way.

…Toward the players who favored Eterna though, that was totally a Bad END.

“Kakaka, I see your expression shows that you don’t understand why I wish to change such an end? It’s not like I really wish to change it. It’s just, it is boring to see the World follow a script. Compared to that, I don’t think it would ever be boring to observe you. Not even I know how things will develop from now on.”

As I heard the turtle’s words, I was somewhat convinced.

I see. That’s easy to understand. Basically, it just wanted to enjoy itself, so it would prefer it if the future changed.

The turtle made a surprisingly human expression and smiled.

“So here’s the deal. Will you take me outside with you? I’m more interested in the tale of the fake Saint who’s more authentic than the real one. If it is you, I think the cycle that has continued for 1000 years may change. While I could see it from here, I would prefer to see it up close.”

“You sure have a weird taste. But I have no reason to bring you along with me.”

It seemed like it wanted to come along with me, but I politely refused its request.

Why should I have to bring along this turtle and keep it close to me?

Even with the title of the Prophet, it still was a turtle, so it was kind of smelly. Also, I was never a big fan of turtles to begin with.

In the first place, where would I even keep a turtle of this size?

Maybe in the guest area of my room? What a joke.

Anyway it’s impossible, you hindrance. Don’t try to go with me.

“Don’t say that, I will be useful. For example… Let’s see. The Prophet is unlike the Saint. I will be the one who will appoint my own successor. When that happens, all my remaining lifespan will be transferred to them and I, who will be released from my duty, will end up dying. So I have no intention of going through that at all.”

“I’m going home.”

“Wa, wait! Then how about this? 30 seconds from now, there will be a small earthquake. After that, a squirrel will fall down from the branches of the tree beside you.”

As the turtle said that, it pointed toward a tree with its head.

There was indeed a squirrel on one of its branches above me nibbling on the tree’s fruit.

As I was watching, exactly 30 seconds later, the ground shook and the squirrel fell down.

While I didn’t care that much about the squirrel, I still caught it with my palms and returned it to one of the tree’s branches.

If I was part of the Aynu people, I could’ve turned it into Citatap1

Even so, how did this turtle know when the earthquake would actually occur?

Perhaps it had actually cast magic on the ground … though it didn’t seem like it. I mean, if that was actually the case, there was no way I wouldn’t notice.

“I’ve heard the Prophet was the World’s spokesperson and it supposedly had no power to read the future, though…?”

“Yes, I possess no such power. But you see, I’ve lived 1000 years, and have observed various things that have happened around the World… As such, I’m able to grasp a lot of things. I can observe the variables of a situation around me, then predict the outcome with the highest probability. If I felt like it, I could predict what would happen if that Vernell boy ended up falling in love with Mary or Eterna instead, which is one of the possible Future (IF) Worlds. Obviously, it would only be a guess and not a prophecy, so it could be wrong and there might be differences in the details.”

What was that? It might’ve said such things lightly, but this Turtle was actually amazing.

If you knew everything that was happening in this moment, then you could predict the future… There was no way that’d be the case.

I read about something like that in a book before.

If everything that was happening in the World was from a combination of cause and effect – assuming everything was all connected by causality, then by knowing the cause that is the  present, you could make predictions about its effects on the future. I think it’s called Causal Determinism?

But I thought that such an idea has been completely rejected by modern science …

Well, said person (said turtle?) also said it could still be wrong, so it was basically just a high probability prediction, I guess.

“I can’t promise that I would be 100% accurate, but I could still be of help to you.”

“… And your real motive is?”

“To be honest, it’s tough being worshiped all alone by monkeys, whose language I haven’t been able to understand for such a long time. Bring me along. You could do that easily, couldn’t you?”

It had spoken like it was such a great person, but when I asked for its real motives, it caved in pretty quickly.

Yup, I should’ve known.

After all, I would gain no advantage at all for helping it.

It promoted its capabilities despite there being no real merit in them, so this meant it found its current environment unfavorable.

It had said that it starved for conversation, after all.

As I thought that, I could tell that this turtle’s line of thinking wasn’t “I could come along,” but rather “I don’t want to stay here.”

“… I understand. But I need to let King Aiz know about this first. Also…”

“I know. I won’t reveal your identity.”

I was about to remind it, but it had said what I meant to say beforehand.

I see. It was its prediction ability… huh.

It had already understood what I was about to say before I did, I think.

It was kind of hard to deal with, but depending on how I used it, it could be useful.

“There are also several…”

“As for my living space, I’m sorry, but I would need to depend on your magic to create a pond nearby the academy. It’s better if it’s located somewhere that is forbidden to enter for students. For my feed, I want ricefish, crayfish, as well as  vegetables. I don’t want crickets or earthworms. I’m already tired of eating those. As for my fighting capabilities, my jaw is strong enough to bite down most common demons, my shell is hard enough to protect against most attacks, and I am also capable of water magic to some extent, although it’s far cry from your abilities. Don’t depend on it too much.”

“…I see.”

As expected, this guy was hard to deal with. Oi.

I was about to confirm details about its habitat and feed, as well as its fighting power, but it answered before I even asked.

I felt a little miffed about it, so I thought about countering it a bit.

“‘Try to guess what I’m thinking about,’ is what you want to ask? Well then, you are currently thinking about things that have nothing to do with the current situation. Unfortunately, I can’t guess the specific contents, but… do I pass muster?”

“…Amazing.”

Damn, it said my question before I could.

Just as it said, I was about to ask that.

By the way, what I was incidentally reminded about was an enemy character of a game I played a long time ago and its needlessly long and cool incantation.

It was hard to like this turtle.

It was hard to like it, but… but thanks to this turtle, I came to understand one thing.

That was, if I went all out on a barrier, not even the World could observe me inside of it.

Because it said that I was “Worthy of the title of Saint.”

But never forget. I called myself a “towering pile of shit where mushrooms grow in type of fake Saint” before while I was drowsy within the barrier

If they knew of this, then they should’ve known about my true colors already.

But there was no sign that this turtle had noticed that.

In other words, my barrier was strong enough to deceive the World.

I didn’t know whether this information was useful or not, but… you never know when things would be useful until you were in the moment itself, after all.

There was no harm in remembering that.

Anyway, let’s call the old man here.

Since I decided to bring the Prophet along, I needed to tell him about it beforehand.


I explained the situation to Old Man Aiz, then used my magic to transport the three of us toward the academy.

It was the same magic that I used when I flew to Billberry’s capital.

After we got the word to Headmaster Fox, I created a pond near the academy.

“But this is surprising… I was also shocked by the form of Prophet-sama, but I’m more surprised that Prophet-sama actually decided to leave its dwelling.”

As he said that, Headmaster Fox was looking at the turtle.

Well, obviously it was surprising.

Its shell alone was already sized at 5 meters and its height greatly exceeded that of a human. It was definitely more than 2 meters in height.

It was already akin to a monster.

Maybe it could retract its limbs and fly through the sky.

“Kakaka. This generation’s Saint is the type that I have never seen before, after all. I want to observe closely.”

“I see… Even by Prophet-sama’s standards, Elrise-sama is special.”

“Yes, she is special indeed. It is a pattern that has never occurred before in the past. Or To be exact, there was, but none have managed to become as perfect a Saint when compared to her.”

Old Man Aiz was talking to the turtle, but I was already thinking that it was a mistake to bring it along and regretting it.

Oi, Turtle. Don’t say any unnecessary things, okay?

It was alright to be exiled in the end, but it would be the worst if it happened at this moment.

Anyway, let’s hurry and create a pond for it before it could say unnecessary things.

First, I excavated the ground with earth magic, and made a crater with a radius of around 25 meters.

As for its depth, I guessed that about 20 – 30 meters should be okay.

Also… didn’t aquatic turtles need some areas where they could take shelter and camouflage?

So I formed a slope toward the shore, then crafted a hole for its hiding spot at the bottom.   

Then I placed gravel and stones at the bottom, and then filled it using water magic to turn it into a pond.

It was a little slapdash, but I thought it would be enough.

“How about this?”

“A, Aah… it’s enough. I will modify it later to suit my taste… Even so, I’ve known about your skillfulness, but it sure is amazing to look at it up close. You did it without any trouble, but there’s never been a Saint in the past who was capable of this feat.”

Looking at the turtle’s surprised expression, I kept a composed expression. However I was laughing triumphantly on the inside.

I kept getting surprised by you, who constantly got ahead of me a while ago, so I feel better now.

Well, you see?

Look, I’m such a genius, after all.

I could do these kinds of things without any problem after all.

…Well, it wasn’t exactly that simple though.

It was one thing to create a hole, but it was quite tiring to fill it up with this much water.

MP-wise, I would estimate that it would cost me around 5000 just for that.

It was something that would take dozens of minutes for the Witch if she kept draining the surroundings for MP.

Well, this Turtle should be aware of how drained I was, I guess.

Damn, it made me feel irritated. Annoying. I felt like I had lost for some reason.

I guess I need to train seriously for once, damn it…


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Fake Saint of the Year 50

Fake Saint of the Year

Translator: Tsukii

Editor: Geli

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Chapter 50: The Prophet

Since then, those monkeys started to adore me for some reason.

Several minutes after the demon’s attack, those Guardians were always standing around me and saying something.

I thought I saw another Guardian come from the other side of the door, and he was carrying something roasted that looked like bird meat, skewered on a wooden pole.

It was not placed on a plate, but used on leaves instead as an alternative.

How were these guys capable of operating a steam train?

Was this steam train really okay?

“AMAS-TNAIS! TAEM TSEB EHT! OG UOY EREH!”

While saying something, he gave me some meat.

What? Was this supposed to be a gesture of gratitude for saving him earlier?

No, I didn’t want to eat meat that was just roasted plainly.

Or rather, wasn’t that the bird from earlier? That made me even more reject it even more.

To begin with, it might be because I was in this body, but I couldn’t eat that much in the first place.

Before I had gotten sick in my past life, I had a decent appetite when compared to a normal person. However, since I became Elrise, my body has become more energy efficient.

It was strengthened once I learned mana circulation. In my current state, I could easily last 5 days without eating or drinking and the need to use the toilet has also been reduced.

The original Elrise was supposed to be a glutton though.

At the same time, the Guardian who offered the meat to me looked like he very much wanted it for himself, so much so that he started to drool.

“…Go ahead, you don’t have to hold back for me. Share it with everyone. I am not that hungry.”

“AMAS-TNIAS! DNIK OS ER’UOY!”

As I told them to eat it themselves, they happily started to tear into it.

It wasn’t that important to me, but the word AMAS-TNIAS they kept repeating seemed to be referring to me.

As I was starting to get tired from dealing with those monkeys, the steam train arrived at a forest and then stopped.

It seemed that we had arrived at our destination.

“DEVIRRA EVAH EW. FFO GNITTEG NEHW LUFERAC EB ESAELP.”

As the Guardian gestured that we should detrain, the old man and I got off.

After that, the Guardians also got off the steam train, then surrounded me and the old man as if to protect us.

“EREH DNOYEB SI TI. AMAS-TNIAS, GNITOOF RUOY FO LUFERAC EB.”

They were likely talking to me, since there was AMAS-TNIAS in their sentence, but I didn’t understand what they were talking about.

The Guardian in front of us started to walk. Seeing that, the old man and I started following him into the forest.

Inside the forest… it was quite peaceful.

A squirrel-like animal jumped around the trees, then landed briefly  on my shoulder before jumping to a different tree.

A bird perched on a tree branch and started trilling. Between the trees, we saw a glimpse of a tiger-sized cat.

Which was it… was it a cat that evolved into a tiger-sized creature or a tiger that was so calm, it looked like a cat… Well, I guess whichever was fine.

Anyway it was a type of cat that didn’t exist on earth.

Thinking about it again though, I often hunted demons so I saw their variations, but I didn’t know much about this World’s animals.

“EREH TSAP SI TI.”

The Guardian stopped and gestured for us to go ahead.

A few steps ahead should be the so-called Prophet.

Well then, time to meet them.

The old man and I left the Guardian behind and started to move forward.

But as we did that, a voice was heard from further in.

“I have been waiting for you… Only Elrise may pass beyond here.”

Was that the voice of the Prophet?

To know my name before I introduced myself, it might be because they prophesied the Saint’s birth, but… I guess it wasn’t that, though.

Even if they knew the name of the Saint, I was a fake. So that wasn’t enough to explain it.

Since the old man worriedly turned to me, I nodded to him to calm him down then walked ahead alone.

The place I ended up at was an unnatural spot covered with trees.

What lay beyond there was just a lake. There was nothing else.

What’s with that? There’s no so-called Prophet here.

Should I just dive into the lake?

As I was thinking that, I had kept my attention toward the lake, and suddenly noticed the face of something rise up from the water.

The thing that came out — was a turtle.

Size-wise, its shell was around 5 meters.

The turtle was large enough that it could probably carry a human around and still comfortably swim.

I see, so I should ride it to enter the lake.

It kinda feels like Urashima Tarō.

“You made it here, fake Saint who has exceeded the real one. I’ve been waiting for you to come here. I am Propheter… Among humans, I am known as the Prophet.” 

Right as I decided to ride it, the turtle opened its mouth and spoke.

I had thought the turtle was the guide to the Prophet’s place, but to think the turtle was the Prophet itself.

I see. So this was why the old man said, “You will understand if you meet them…”

I had imagined it as a human since it was called the Prophet, but to think that it was not even human…

Rather, since it was an animal that spoke, wasn’t it totally a demon? More like a Greater Demon.

Wasn’t it actually the Witch’s follower?

“Are you… a demon?”

“Kakaka, it’s only expected that you’d think that. But I am no demon. I was just a common turtle that happened to be selected as a spokesperson by the World.”

A common turtle that happened to be selected by the World, what a striking statement.

But I understood what it meant to say.

The Saint was, bluntly, just a human that had been selected by the World.

Similarly, Propheter was another existence that was selected by the World.

But I didn’t understand why it had to be a turtle.

“You are wondering why a turtle was selected? It’s nothing special. It’s simply because it has a longer lifespan than humans. My species is called the Millenium Turtle, and is capable of living over 1000 years. Such is the will of the World. It seeks individuals who could live long and continue to prophesy about the Saint’s birth.”

I see. So it’s to reduce the transition time between generations.

But then, that begged the question of whether it was possible that the Saint didn’t have to be human?

In the first place, humans were fundamentally unsuited for battle. If both sides had to go all out, even a pet cat could come out victorious; that was how weak humans were.

In this World, you could gain superhuman-like abilities just by training and magic also existed, so this wasn’t necessarily always true but generally, in terms of basic specs, it was still a beast > human.

So instead of humans, wouldn’t it be better to make a strong animal like a bear or tiger as the Saint, (?) then grant it magic and intelligence; this way,  it could easily come out as stronger compared to past generations of Saints.

While they might not turn out as strong as me, I could confidently say that they would still be strong individuals.

So if we thought about making a strong animal as a Saint (?) then… then… then—

…No good. They still wouldn’t reach the Witch.

To let the Saint fight the Witch, you would need to do something about the demons and Greater Demons that follow her.

In other words, you still needed to use knights and soldiers as a sacrifice to press forward. But for example, if there was a bear Saint, then humans likely wouldn’t feel like protecting it.

Since it would be hard to differentiate  them from a common demon.

Hypothetically, if the Prophet declared, “This bear is the Saint,” would the Knights really wholeheartedly protect it with their lives?

The one they’d have to protect was a bear, you know.

Since that was the case, they couldn’t use the same tactics just because humans wouldn’t help.

Even if a bear did become a Saint and had its intelligence increased, an animal was still an animal. They wouldn’t go out of their way to protect it.

So if something other than a human was made into a Saint, it was inevitable that such an existence would end up fighting alone.

It was an impossible situation, even if they were stronger. They would end up being overwhelmed by demons and getting killed.

“You called me a fake Saint. In that case, you know my identity…” 

“Yes, I know. You are not the Saint. You just happened to be born in the same village with the Saint, a different person who happens  to be overflowing with talent.”

Fumu, so it knew.

Well, since this individual itself was the one who prophesied the Saint’s birth, after all.

So it wasn’t a surprise for it to notice who the real Saint was and who wasn’t.

But what I didn’t understand was, why did it know my name? Why did it know I was coming?

“Well then, what do you want to ask about? I long for conversation here. I will answer almost anything you will ask. I can’t have a conversation with those monkeys, after all.”

“How do you know my name? Also, it sounds like you knew I would come here today, even beforehand…”

“Kakaka. Of course I know. I have the ability to know what happens in the World despite just staying here. That’s why I have seen all of it, your tale.”

Uwah, it was such a terrible ability. There was no such thing as privacy there.

But with that knowledge, it wasn’t weird for it to know my name or the fact I was coming here today.

I heard that the Prophet was God’s… The World’s spokesperson for its will.

If it was the World, then it was indeed capable of knowing everything, since everything would happen within it.

And the Prophet, who was capable of receiving the World’s will, would also be capable of grasping everything within it… I guess it was something like that.

Right then, as I was convinced about that, I asked Propheter another question.

“What do you mean you have been waiting?”

 “Yes, I’ve been always waiting for you. I’ve been looking forward to having a conversation with you. After all, you are a point of singularity1.”

Singularity? What the hell does that mean?

I don’t understand what it means.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. Could you explain in more detail about it?”

“Well, I guess that makes sense. I need to explain about that first. But the thing I am going to talk about is in the realm of absurdity. It’s up to you whether you believe it or not.”

Realm of absurdity, huh.

Magic exists here, and the Witch and the Saint were made according to the World’s will. These were things I already understood, but… well, let’s listen for now.

Perhaps I could learn something that was unexpectedly new to me.

“I have mentioned before that I could learn about everything that happens in this World. But one day… perhaps it was because there was a  soul that was about to reach the end of its lifespan and was about to be separated from the World, but I managed to get a glimpse of things from another World called EARTH.”

At this, I was immediately surprised.

It seemed that this turtle could catch sight of things that were happening on earth.

It slowly moved its head as it kept talking.

“Then there was this mysterious thing. It seems that there is something in that world called a GAME that records the things that have happened in this World… It’s called “Kuon no Sanka,” but it was like someone was peeking at the events that have happened in this World. Also, that World in that GAME is extremely similar to this World and is centered around the man called Vernell … the drawings are a little weird though. The eyes are big, yet the noses are merely dots…”

We, weird, it said? This turtle, it said that the 2D drawings were weird?

2D drawing was the result of much study and refinement by our forefathers, and with that it eventually reached art that was called moe culture. It wasn’t something that should be called weird.

Moe drawing was an art of deformation. It wasn’t  something you drew realistically, you turtle!

…hey, that wasn’t important.

It seemed that this turtle possessed knowledge about the game.

“But within that, there was one part that was clearly strange… and that was you, Elrise.”

“I… was strange?”

“Yes. You indeed are a fake Saint, but… you are a fake that has exceeded the real Saint. In the past, there was never any Saint who had done as much as you have, or was more suited to be called Saint like you are. It’s ironic… For the fake to be the most authentic amongst them all. Even now, when I look at you directly, it’s still hard to believe you are actually a fake one… Yet for some reason, the “Elrise” in this GAME… was someone who looked nothing like you. She was portrayed as a woman who reached the pinnacle of evil.” 

I took a deep breath as I heard Propheter speak of what they knew about the game.

The Elrise who was totally different from how I was and was a woman who had reached the pinnacle of evil… that was the original Elrise.

If we considered how I was internally, I wasn‘t much different compared to the original Elrise, but the original version never created a façade for herself.

It seemed that this turtle realized that I was a fake based on my appearance; there was no doubt that the “Elrise” it was talking about was the Pizzarise that I had known.

But why was Propheter only aware of the World before its change… I didn’t understand this.

Was it something similar to the case of stars?

It was like how the star I observed at night was probably not its current form, but actually the light it emitted from the past.

For example, since it took 8 minutes for sunlight to reach the earth, the sun I observed was actually the sun from 8 minutes ago.

This was the case with all stars; none of them could be observed in their current state.

A few years, a few dozen years, or even a few centuries… Anyway, it was all light that had been emitted a long time ago before reaching  earth. That was the state of stars we see all the time.

Was it something similar to that due to the distance between worlds?

Which explained why Propheter was only capable of observing the past version of earth, and didn’t know that the scenario that has changed… was it something like that? Was this explanation a little bit of a reach?

Yep, it was totally a reach.

In the first place, if we were talking about the past, then I myself traveled to the past.

I played “Kuon no Sanka” until its end.

If the game called “Kuon no Sanka” was something that was made by observing this World, then that meant the story originally already met its end in this World.

Yet here I was, reincarnated and living life as Elrise.

This could be described as me traveling to the past.

Going back to what I had talked about with stars, it has been said in science fiction that to travel back to the past, you should be capable of moving faster than light.

I didn’t think the soul could fly faster than light, but the moment I reincarnated, it would mean that I had travelled 17 years to the past?

But as I traversed between these two worlds several times, I didn’t think there was a major time difference between the two.

On the other side, Niito (I) said there should be some time difference between Earth and this side of the World, but… but the clear difference was only the first 17 years. There was no major difference in the flow of time afterward.

For example, if a week passed here, then a week passed there as well… It was something like that.

I didn’t think that several days over there equaled a time difference of 17 years here.

Also I went to the other side to gradually collect parts of my soul that didn’t reincarnate, but… why was it only happening recently?

Didn’t that mean that, after 17 years had passed, I was finally returned to the same timeline?

I had returned to the original timeline. That was why I could go to the other side with no major time difference between the two Worlds’ flow of time… Was it something like that?

Well, it was just my speculation at the moment, so I planned to confirm it once I travelled there again.

But on the off chance that this speculation was true… then I was able to reach this World and reincarnate, which then sent me 17 years into the past.

But, wasn’t their observation merely events they’d seen in the past?

It seemed that Propheter had at least seen Earth after “Kuon no Sanka” was released.

“Kuon no Sanka” was released 4 years ago, so it had at least managed to observe the timeline beyond that.

Based on that, maybe it was able to get a glimpse of Earth somewhere between several days to several years ago. Did reincarnating make me pass through some sort of dimension wall, which caused a time difference to occur… so… anyway… basically… no good, I didn’t get it.

Whatever, let’s stop thinking about it.

I was originally stupid anyway, thinking about all that would only confuse me.

So I decided to leave all of that to the me on other side and Ijuuin-san.


A/N:

“It’s quite hard to understand, so we compiled her speculations.”
※it’s strictly Elrise speculation.

1. Someone from earth observed Fiori, and created the scenario of “Kuon no Sanka.”

2. Fudou Niito who saw “Kuon no Sanka” left part of his soul on Earth and reincarnated. For some reason, there was a time difference and he reincarnated on Fiori 17 years ago.

3. Elrise reincarnated, spent 17 years there and eventually reached the original timeline. As the timeline matched, the connection with Fudou Niito grew stronger, and his consciousness alone went back to the other side to collect his soul.

4. Since Elrise changed from the inside, the story changed along with it (it was unknown why the game on Earth’s side also changed. It is for Niito and Ijuuin to investigate) but Propheter had observed the “Past Earth”, so it had seen the scenario before it was changed.

Q. Is this deduction correct?
A. Did Elrise ever have any correct deductions?


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