The Skill Collector

I relax walking down the streets facing the woods.

My client accompanies me next door, so my walking speed is crowded.

My client's girlfriend is wearing a hooded cape because it was raining until just now.

I usually want to rush through faster than the wind and just get back to the inn and spend some time straight, but I have a girlfriend, so can't I?

There's another reason not to rush to that......

Deep woods with depressions and grass trees on your right.

On the left hand side is a river that flows fast and deep.

Whether the road width can be critically different when the carriages are between each other.

There's no branches. There's no shadows before or after the main road.

"It's a great place to attack people."

Stop your legs and stretch out a lot.

I'm used to this kind of thing because I have so many opportunities to be attacked when I'm a pedestrian and alone.

Signs of multiple people in the forest ahead and rear.

Still unresponsive, even though he deliberately stops and invites his opponent to move in a place prone to pinching.

"Maybe someone's lurking?

Look at me. I tilt my neck. I don't look frightened of her.

"Yeah well. Fate is the bandit. Confrontation is family entanglement. It's a big hole and it's troublesome..."

Have you noticed us?

One man in polished silver armor appeared to block the way.

Thick eyebrows on short, mowed heads. My eyes saw a strong light of will. A stubborn face that doesn't seem accommodating to see.

It looks familiar to me in the sacrament inscribed on the armor of that short-haired priest.

Same sect as a priest familiar with 'reason' skills...

"That holy mark... I thought it was definitely Hawashiu"

"Just did you know? But you only hit it with a bad feeling."

More importantly, the appearance of a big hole.

When the man raised his hand silently, a group appeared from the woods dressed the same as the man.

Everyone is stretching their spines and the avant-garde is wearing full body armor.

The first row has a huge shield, and the second row seems to be dominated by spears. In addition, the rear bow is lightly dressed in armor.

Except for a leader-like short-haired man, twelve in three rows with four in a row.

But it's about sight, and the same number lurks in the woods behind it.

"Did something happen with such heavy equipment? What if even a vicious demon occurred?

I'll just take a slight frightening gesture and look around.

I understand who these guys are and what they're up to, but I'll blur them out for now.

"No, it's more about the troublemakers than the demons."

"More than demons...... That's horrible."

Show more surprised by exaggeration than just now.

Then the short-haired clergyman glanced at us abominably, but it was for a moment, and he immediately smiled calmly.

"He seems to be doing something against my doctrine, and I've sent many personnel to persuade him to take the right path... and for some reason everyone is missing."

"That's an act of turning Hawashiu religion completely against the enemy. Do you have such an uncomfortable person? I can't believe it. By the way, how is persuasion?

I'll pretend to be scared, and I'll ask you terribly.

Let's ignore the surprised gaze of our client staring at me next door.

Short-haired clergy, who took a quiet, big, deep breath, suppresses agitation. Don't miss not breaking your smile but your cheeks are tingling and cramped.

"If we are to talk about doctrine, encourage people to change their minds, and still continue to do things contrary as people..."

"If any?

"You must punish me as a heretic inquisitor."

That makes my cheeks and eyes crease deeper. Unlike the gentle look on your face earlier, it's an awesome grin that makes the beholder feel at ease.

He revealed himself, but he's still a heretic inquisitor.

The name of their believing goddess of light is Hawashiu. A goddess who presides over justice, law and charity. Many of the world's most faithful and statesmanship.

This religion insists on "having the strength to overcome rather than mourn even when in difficulty, without envying others" but to sum up, it's like saying, "The poor work patiently, don't envy the powerful or the rich".

The actual story, the text was as if it were different from the old doctrine. It was a content that respected equality and peace, but it has been rewritten to this day as convenient for those in power.

Conflict is a party that worships Ivazwa, the goddess of darkness. This one says, "If you want something, take it. If you don't have the strength, follow me very hard." You can say that our relationship sucks because we are claiming the opposite of freedom, entertainment and obedience.

Originally, these goddesses seem to have had a big fight with each other over the Creation God, so is it also a natural flow for those who believe in it to differ?

"By the way, what is punishment like?

"Take him to an underground facility and interrogate him. If there is no prospect of regeneration, would it be something like Solemn Qing?"

"Which is against God's teachings..."

Nod small at the client whining to make sure they don't hear you.

"I mean, tortured you. Killed you."

When I make that determination, I return a vague grin without denying it.

The reaction goes hand in hand with affirmation. That's why I don't like extremists.

Since priests familiar with women's difficulties and 'reason' are moderates, they do not compel incoming arrivals without contending with other religions.

But there are people who blindly believe in the God they worship and do not tolerate the existence of other religions. That's this heretic inquisitor.

The trouble is that there are quite a few powerful people in the church who bind this heretical inquisitor. Even worse, some countries have more extremists than moderates.

"By the way, collector. Our comrades have visited you several times."

"Well, what is it about? Besides, I don't remember naming you?

"Come on, why don't we stop exploring each other's bellies? Let's not imitate uselessly."

Has the other side been twisted?

Too bad I enjoyed it as a leisure break on my journey. I wanted you to hang out with me for a little more word play.

"I have had the information for a long time that there are merchants who are doing things contrary to our doctrine. That person is buying away skills given to him by God…"

I knew it, but it's about me.

Skill is a grace and a test given by God. Whether it's a negative skill that harms people because it's an organization that makes the claim, it seems impossible for every human being to buy and sell at will.

"This is treason against God. It's depriving us of the opportunity to overcome the trials God has given us! What a stupid thing to do!

He wields a hot valve crying that he was impressed on his own. Seems emotionally unstable.

I don't doubt any doctrine that extremists are troublesome.

In addition, I believe that I can do whatever God's name is given. I believe torturing and burning heretics is also a means of salvation that purifies dirty souls.

I mean, they're crazy people.

Almost all of them have the skill 'fanaticism' in the evidence.

The effect of a skill is as the word goes, losing reason and believing something as if it were crazy.

"It's easy to stop thinking for yourself and follow blindly, isn't it?"

"Become ⁉ fool God! You heretic!

I keep talking so much crap that I'm telling the truth.

The complexion and eyesight of the short-haired clergyman and the people around him change. It's a killer gaze that's going to shoot me now.

"You're not even worth interrogating. Let's say we make a solemn plea on this occasion."

The priests appear behind them at the same time as they utter the word.

This took the form of a pinch shot.

"Have you been blocked from escaping? By the way, does God's teaching affirm the number of violence? I think a couple of dozen people are just dastardly."

"We are allowed to do anything against heretics and demons. God says mercy is useless."

"How convenient is God's teachings?"

You seem to understand my disgust. The lips of the short-haired clergyman are sticking.

I want you to lose your judgment with anger, but it doesn't seem to be that single cell, and when I exhaled heavily, I went back to a creepy smile.

"I don't mind Solemn Qing to me, but will you let her get away with it? Because it's irrelevant."

"Irrelevant...? It has been investigated that the person is heretic. Coming from another country to this country, trying to spread the evil gods. I don't need to hear from you when I'm with that person. Therefore, we begin the Solemn Qing!

He said he was not willing to discuss it anymore, and when he put his right arm up, he shook down the momentum.

The first row of the opponent's heavy armament approaches me.

A shield engraved with a mace on his right hand and a holy mark on his left.

Pushing from front to back with a shield is a force inside.

I'm confident I'll survive with my 'swimming' skills even if I jump into a river torrent, but they're not the kind of people I'd give up where I just fled.

"Well, what shall we do?"

Idealize the opponent's attack in a relaxed manner.

He'll launch a relentless attack on his client as well, but he'll change the course of the attack with his hands on Mace at a speed that I can't even see.

Thanks to that, all the attacks went by avoiding her.

"Eh, just kidding!

"We can't hit it!

He's screaming something as he wields his mace, but I'll ignore him for now.

If we dispose of them in this place now, we can buy time for a few months or so. But if they don't come back, more priests will be sent. It's a repeat of the same thing.

"Hahaha...... damn, hit it!

"God! Heavenly punishment for the unhappy!

Have you finally begun to pray to God by cutting off the paralysis of not hitting the attack?

If you stick a little more, you lose strength and can't move against them that are rampaging with heavy gear. Until then, you may buy time to brainwash weakened opponents with more 'talking' skills.

"You impudent people! Enough, shoot the arrow!

"But. Shoot an arrow in this situation and you'll be comrades!

"I don't mind. With that armor, arrows don't go through! In case anyone who dies after being shot by an arrow promises to be generously buried as a martyr!

What is the value of such a promise?

Normally, you'd think so, but the people attacking me seem to have made up their minds with those words.

When everyone surrounds them with a shield, they build a wall and cut off the escape route.

So I don't even like to have 'fanatics' that take my life lightly.

"God, give me heavenly punishment!

Countless arrows pour down from overhead like heavy rain.

It's easy to play or avoid all the arrows to this extent, but the client is next door.

No, is this a great opportunity? Let's use the situation to shake their faith.

"O great God Honya Raunya Raunya! Save me and those around me from the arrows that pour down with their great help!

"What, in that name..."

Speak of the name of the God of emerging religions that I remember asking before. I'm not sure about God's name but I think it looked like this because I was listening appropriately.

My client is looking at me with his mouth open in dissatisfaction, but I didn't hear what the arrow said with the sound of cutting air looming.

If you stop and poke one knee without even avoiding it, just leave it in the prayer pose. My client next door prays the same way.

An arrow fell, ignoring us like that.

"Stop shooting! Confirm heretic's body... what⁉"

The short-haired clergyman was about to walk over convinced of my death, but he's flabbergasted to see me and the people surrounding him intact.

The heavily armed people who were prepared to die also looked around at their bodies without understanding what had happened.

Of course it wasn't a miracle or God's protection that the arrows didn't hit. I prevented it somewhat with "Wind Attribute Magic" or "Junction," and the rest just played the gravel at my feet with my fingers and dropped the arrows.

The people around them are ready to die and close their eyes, and the short-haired priests don't see what I was doing because they're in the way.

As a result, all the arrows seemed off. - As if it were a miracle of God.

"Ooh, it's my God Honja Loungara. Thank you very much."

I feel like my name was different earlier, but okay.

"So you're wrong about God's name."

My client looks in trouble.

"It's impossible... there's no way this is happening!

"Now try again. Now just me and her so we don't get them involved."

That's what I'm saying. I urge the people who were surrounding me to back off.

He's losing his cool judgment in the sight of God's miracle-like, and he followed me and took a distance.

He was a short-haired clergyman who was abhorred by the sight, but gives orders to fire again, seemingly giving priority to dealing with me.

"That was just a coincidence! Now keep shooting till the arrows run out!

Some archers seem confused by short haired clergy orders, but these orders within the organization are absolute.

For those who have ever carried out torture in the name of interrogation, there is no option of teething to an order. I guess there is a clear line in their heads of the end of the defiant.

More than twice as many arrows flew in earlier.

I pose to pray again and accept the arrows.

Now I've enriched my defensive skills and tried to hit it all.

It doesn't even hurt just because it sounds like a light tap on a concon and a tree.

I activated it at a high level so my clothes also conveyed my abilities and I don't seem to need to change because I don't have one of the holes available.

The second time you miss a miracle, it's also convenient for everyone to be watching me without turning a blind eye.

In the rain of arrows, how do I look in their eyes as I pray?

Then let's also add a performance that will make your body shine slightly with your 'luminescence' skills.

"Not pierced by arrows..."

"This is the miracle of pagan God..."

"Stupid! Impossible! I won't admit it, I won't admit this!

Short-haired clergy are calling and scattering toward these people, but there is no way this reality can cover up the color of agitation.

You may think their reaction is simple, but owning 'fanaticism' they're close to brainwashing. There are several ways to unbrainwash them like that.

The easiest of these is to overwrite with further brainwashing to present a more attractive dependency.

"Can't your cloudy eyes accept reality? No matter how much you deny it, this is the truth."

It was my client's girlfriend who stretched her spine out and said it in a grand manner.

It was a woman with big eyes on her thick brow who showed up throwing down her hooded cape. A body that has sunburned even more than it did when we met before is a healthy body itself.

I know there's a musculoskeletal body lurking beneath a simple design coat.

They said they showered arrow rain together, but they were intact and pimpy, just like me.

"My God says, 'Take all the difficulties and irrational violence with great love'. If you're not convinced, prove it yourself. Do whatever you want with interrogation or torture. Now, hit yourself with this mace first."

That's what I say. I hand the mace that was rolling under my feet to the short-haired clergyman.

I don't even need to stop, so I'm watching.

"Fools who fool my God and worship paganism. Shake your hearts and see the immature with their eyes! There is no such thing as a pagan god!

Shaking down for a moment without even showing her, Mace struck straight into her brain.

When the dull sound sounds, the mace twirls and dances through the universe.

"Oh, my arm. Oh, my arm."

The short-haired clergyman who beat him is holding his arm and kneeling, and the girlfriend of the one who beat him is peeling.

"What do you say, this is God's miracle!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You were impressed by what she said, the Hawashius, with the exception of the short-haired clergy, came together around her in a voice.

Ease of understanding at a glance no matter who sees it. It would seem dazzling to the "fanatics" who have been deluded by the vague existence of God.

... That's not a miracle or anything, it's just a skill effect.

She is the patriarch of an emerging religion we met in the land of dictators. Even so, she is the only believer, so neither is the patriarch what happened.

It is a radical religion that puts up an irresistible doctrine and continues to suffer all kinds of violence on its own. That would not be possible by nature, but her skills make it possible.

Skills owned are 'hardened', 'stubborn', 'sturdy' and 'hard', all at a high level, so I can't even penetrate a piece of her skin on this level of attack.

This time she traveled from the dictatorship and at the request she received when she was accidentally reunited in a village, accompanied by a journey soliciting new faithful and escorted with a deadline of until more faithful.

Apparently, this is going to accomplish our purpose.

"What do you think, me and the faithful? He was protected in this way with the power of God"

"Sorry, I don't remember incoming -"

"Come on, why don't you all believe in our God rather than God or something that won't help you with anything just to watch"

Ignore my words and show a loving grin that feels inclusive.

The act of believing in God in this world is nothing special.

Neither do I deny everything about religion. I have also seen a number of those saved by the teachings of a familiar priest. There are certainly religions that make people happy.

Few people want something to depend on in a harsh world, a base of mind.

In the first place, very few deny the existence of God, because it is a world in which there exists a grace that only seems to be God's work: skill.

However, minor religions like hers have narrow shoulder thoughts because the influence of the two great religions of the Goddess of Light and Darkness is too strong. Though she is likely to get a large number of followers in this case.

Nevertheless, it is not easy when it comes to conversion. It will be even tougher, especially when you become part of a heretical inquisitor who was hunting heretics in Hawashiu.

Whatever happens, it can never be undone, and this time they will be in a position to be targeted by a heretical interrogator.

"My God acknowledges and accepts all mistakes. All you have to do is atone for the sins you have committed. To do this, you have to get the heart and body of steel."

Imagine the future as you look at her talking enthusiastically.

The harsh training of this religion is not something that people can stand. Consequently, no other believer exists besides her.

I can assure you that dozens of people here can't stand a week as one. If you suck, everyone gets hurt badly on day one, or you run away.

But I'm not gonna say anything.

These are the people who have so far lent a hand to the massacre in the name of the Solemnity of many of the heretics. Whatever future awaits, I guess that's God's test where they say it is.

"Looks like you're converting except one."

The only exception is the short-haired clergyman.

Only he was not moved into conversion until the end. He was slitting his throat with a blade and harming himself in shame for taking his followers from the evidence and giving in to the heathen.

Nobody notices his death falling to the ground and bleeding, and the former believers worship her.

Speaking of what's scary, it's not how fast 'fanatical' believers switch, nor is she accepting training that's scarier than torture as a matter of course.

It's that he didn't have the 'fanaticism' skills for the short-haired guy who looked the craziest.