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Marsene became the 'witch' of the hunting god Alsam.

The role of the 'witch' is to bring the Word of God to serve to the people who live in this world. Communicate as it were the words that Noel had heard from God. This method can only convey vague words depending on the recipient's qualities. It can also be conveyed after being distorted.

In that regard, Noel is pure and brilliant.

That was Tishua's word that was telling the words.

The method chosen by Marsene, who became the new 'witch', was another way.

"No way, God down..."

"Oh, that's what you wanted."

Let your own flesh possess God and use your own mouth to proclaim the Word of God.

This method will not be distorted by the 'witch'.

However, disadvantages also exist.

There is no way that a human soul can withstand God's possession, and the soul of the possessed 'witch' is worn out so useless that it becomes as obsolete.

I can't possibly be prepared to do that.

But Marsene was ready.

That seems to be her redemption.

"I did see your choice."

Tishua regretted presenting it as one of her options.

Indeed, Marsene, with her training as a 'witch', could have succeeded. But I still didn't think it would succeed just because it was slightly possible.

It is the 'coffin of God' that has overshadowed such God's expectations.

I wouldn't have succeeded without that.

"What do you do?

I didn't think I'd succeed either.

So I don't know how to move from here.

"Shut up."

Noel tells me to shut up.

I just have to watch what's about to happen.

Alsam, who borrowed Marsene's body in a slow foothold, approaches the clergyman.

"Hih...!

The chief cleric was wolfed by different signs emanating from Marsene's body.

No matter how faithless the cleric was, it doesn't change that he is one who serves God. I was somehow feeling the signs of God.

The clergyman kneels when he realizes he's completely scared.

"Well, because of you, I don't need any trouble."

"A hassle you don't need?

"Oh. Though part of me, my influenced beings are freely using God's power to move around. There were complaints from other gods."

"Huh!

The clergyman who was kneeling can kick it up.

It is lived because it was the body of Marsene, but if it had been kicked by downtrodden Altham, it would have been a piece of flesh. That's all Alsam is mad at.

"Indeed, I was under my power. But when I was unloaded in this world, the only reason I was alive was because of your evil feelings that were nearby."

"Hiccup!

I was staring at a certain point in the temple that I had lost interest in the Cleric Chief, who was completely frightened.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to let you take divine punishment"

"Divine Punishment......!

"Hey, somebody smash the floor there"

"Okay."

Altham requests to smash the floor in the corner of the temple.

Noel, who looked delighted, was taking on.

"Ma, wait...!

The clergyman stands up to stop him when he realizes what's there.

The same goes for the other executive clerics.

"Ah!?

But Alsam's stare stops my leg.

The only thing I want you to be aware of is that the body you're using now belongs to Marsene and is a pretty girl. It works for the clergy because it's relegated to killing at the same time, but there just seems to be a cute girl over here who can't do it.

"Oh, this sucks."

"You know what I mean?

"For once, I'm still an adventurer, so I'm sensitive to the smell of treasure and all that."

"Is that what this is about?"

"On the contrary, as far as I'm concerned, I wonder why Alsam knew."

"It's a simple story. This is a temple dedicated to me. I know everything that happened in the temple."

"Is that what this is about?"

Noel slaps his cane on the floor as he talks like a public tale.

I have not granted any special powers. I just slapped him with all my strength, but the blow in high status crushes the floor easily.

There was a basement at the end of the collapse.

"Hidden property."

There were a number of gold coins and gems piled up in the basement.

"It would be something dressed in donations from believers. The amount of each person is at least a little bit, and if you take a long time to accumulate the trick, it will be a lot of money."

"Ugh..."

The chief cleric is groaning.

If you ask me, they were starting business as a side business, and my son was making money as an ostensible representative. But the original gold was the money I wore, and they also used it when they started some new business.

The other executive clerics were also dressed.

The temple basically doesn't imitate like charging money. It only covers the maintenance of the temple and the lives of the priests with donations by good will from those who used the temple.

But I couldn't stand the priests of the Estore Empire, who were faint in faith and forced to live a painful life. How long has it been since I suppressed my declarations to the state, clothed myself up to the gold needed to maintain the temple, and even got my hands on the subsidies I got out of the state?

It was unforgivable for Alsam, who was worshipped.

"I don't mind the lack of funding neglecting the maintenance of the temple. But I can't forgive you for forcing people to live in poverty without doing what you can."

Life was so painful in the times when Alsam lived that everyone had to put their hands together.

The idea that one can only profit from those who lived in those times cannot be acceptable.

- Let's punish him.

"... Punishment?

"That's right. I'm not going to ask for anything difficult."

Going all the way to the chief cleric kneeling offers one seed.

Swallow this.

"Is this...?

"Sorry, but let me lay low for more information about the species"

"Oh no...!

He asks me to swallow something I don't know what to do.

Normally, I'd like to jump, but the other person is attacked by the obsessive notion that they have to accept because they are God.

Eventually, when they become intolerable, they receive the seeds and swallow them.

"Drink the others, too."

I can't hide through the fact that I was dressed in Alsam, who saw everything as God.

The priests, who can no longer stand the consciousness of sin, receive the seed and swallow it away.

Make sure everyone swallowed it before explaining what the seed was.

"The seed is the seed of a plant that grows parasitically in the animal's body to suck away the life force of the target. You know what it means to swallow a seed like that?

"No way......"

The Chief Cleric fights.

Their vitality continues to be constantly sucked away by the seeds being in their bodies.

And when it's sucked up, it spreads and blooms around the clergyman's body.

"There's a special herbicide here"

Alsam takes out a bottle of liquid from nowhere.

All of the seeds and herbicides can easily appear in your hands because they are objects that Altham is sane to prepare.

"Give me that. Yikes!

The clergyman jumps without shame.

You thought they could take it away even from you because you're a girl.

"Hmm."

"Gube!"

But the other person is God himself.

The mere slight use of divinity can render the chief cleric inoperable.

Even if it becomes most irreversible, it will be handicapped in the future.

"This herbicide, but I'm going to give it to whoever's done refunding all the money I was wearing."

…… Then I'll refund everything!

One cleric speaks up.

Alsam, who was watching everything, knows how much money he was embezzling.

"You were just accumulating money from your followers in the basement without spending it privately."

"Yes! I swear I won't have any hands on it in the future!

If you return all the money you have been accumulating, you will have refunded it.

... Yes, I suppose you're assuming.

"There's no way there's such a sweet story"

"Huh?"

"All the money there is supposed to be mine. It's not your money. If you want a refund, just give us the money we earned on our own."

"Oh no..."

The cleric collapses.

Anything, the money you weren't supposed to have reached is nowhere else to be reached.

And I also know that if I can't use the money in the basement, it won't be possible to repay it for a lifetime.

"Right. From now on, I don't have to think about serving as a devout believer. Depends on what you look like in the future."

I think I've lost interest in the sheikhs. They're approaching us.