Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

The Anquat fire went out.

The people of this Anquat, the capital, murmur that way in Turkmenistan, which has shown its shadow as a religious state.

The fact that we had so far lost the battle against Western countries had inflicted deep disappointment and grief on people.

For them in such an abyss of despair, the only hope is the use of God who guides them.

Yes, it is Ramur, general bishop of the Order of Cremea.

"Under the Archbishop, be strong!

For the first time in a long time since he was caught and wounded by the unrest in the Principality of Hoshel, from the balcony of the General Archdiocese Ramur appeared to his followers.

"Whatever it is, heavenly chastisement with all the abominable kissletins."

"Please judge God!

To that cheer, also mixed with resentment for Kisletin, we cannot help but smile bitterly, even as the archbishop Ramur, who whipped his painful body and appealed to the faithful to his own appearance.

Because he already knew the future was closed.

The scenario only leaves the way to the end, and those modifiers who were used to lead them into this world have already decided to start over for the twenty-fourth time.

All records and memories disappear, the soul is not saved, and yet again imposes further hardship on people.

Because such a future was expected, the only thing he could have done to the faithful was to expose himself before them.

May there continue to be at least a small amount of peace in the hearts of the faithful alone.

That was the only wish he could have at present.

After spending more than twice as much time as he had planned and checking the faces of the relieved believers, Ramur slowly disappears from the balcony as he drags his injured leg.

And in his own office, headed straight, he saw the figure of one person in its eyes.

Yes, he is a true proxy of God.

"I guess I can't do too much, Ramur"

"Mr. Zeth!?"

With unexpected visitors in his eyes, Ramur stiffens on the spot.

But at that moment, I couldn't help but look at my face because of the pain in my back wound.

"No, I can't. Recovery!"

With his right hand on Ramur's back, Zeth casts a different spell than what is commonly used in this world.

Soon after, the pain in Ramur's back disappeared rapidly.

"Oh, thank you"

"There's nothing to worry about. You continue to be the hope of the faithful. That's admirable."

"No, this is only my service as archbishop. Even if it is decided that the world will be redone, it is up to them to pray that there will be peace in their hearts until then alone."

Ramur says so with a tense face, chewing on the honor of having been healed immediately by God's deputy.

Zeth then moved that gaze out the window to the city of Anquat with a sad look on her face.

"I'm having a really hard time with you guys. But that's just a few more. In the next month, I'm going to restore this world, which is no longer deceptive. I'm responsible for this."

"If there's anything I can do, let me know."

Ramur bows his head deeply against the deputy of God in front of him.

Then he turned to him like that and sometime a soft voice was turned.

"That feeling is enough, Ramur. This is my job. We are not meant to be worshipped by you. We are only the custodians of this world. It's there to correct history when it goes crazy and starts taking the wrong path."

"That's right. And in fact, you have rebuilt this world twenty-four times."

"I don't know the exact thing because it's even disappearing into the system's records. Either way, all we did was rewind to the restoration point that the sword witch set on her own. No art, just like 24 degrees."

Zeth speaks so in a slightly self-derisive tone.

That was just unthinkable.

They modifiers are administrators of this world.

That's why it can't be normal to take care of pawns on the system or to reflect on their own events that have taken place in a controlled world.

Of course that's different from things like arrogant shores and unsatisfactory.

Because the dimensions are essentially completely different.

That's why the way Zeth looks in front of her is exactly what she deserves to be stunned to do Ramur.

But more than that, unexpected words continued to be directed at Lamur, who could not hide his agitation.

"We shouldn't just rewind, we should guide history right. And for you."

"For us... Are you sure?

"There's no good or bad. I think you understand that."

As a modifier, it was nothing more than a few stepped in remarks.

So Ramur wolves violently.

And that is why, once again, he uttered the way of being, the administrator of the world, which has been communicated to the archbishops of history.

"Of course it is. In polar terms, for you, I, the followers of this country, the people of other countries, and even that mediator are just pawns in the same row. We've been told that it is."

"I don't deny it. You are equally subject to observation and surveillance. It's impossible to rank there. It should be."

With that much mouth, Zeth cuts the words once. And after breathing out small, I opened that mouth again slightly out of sight.

"But at the same time, it's not supposed to rank. Heh, that's what I mean."

"So, though. Wouldn't it be your shackles to think of us?"

"I don't know. But if we get this far, all we have to do is rewind it. If so, only a few whims are allowed. And the fact that I treated you this way. Anyway, from the world's records, they lose their beauty."

To state just that, Zeth pounds Ramur's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Ramur still couldn't hide his confusion at Zeth's unexpected response, which had so far clearly drawn a line.

"I know what you're saying. It's also about how it was an extra privilege just now. But..."

"I don't care. No matter how much you scratch, there's no way this Euresia system is going to be banned. Conversely, nothing else is wrong. As I said earlier, the present behavior will no longer adversely affect the future."

Zeth smiles bitterly and tells him to head to Ramur. And as he removed that gaze from Ramur, he slowly began to walk towards the entrance door.

"Maybe even this me is a distortion of the world...... I mean, it's been affected by a bug. Because I seem to have a slight but merciful emotion for you, who are supposed to be only pawns in any way. Goodbye, Ramur. We won't see each other again this time around. Don't push it, but rest in peace until the end."

That's what Zeth said over his back, and he walks straight out of the room.

Ramur continued to pray to Zeth, ever since the door was closed.

"Twenty-four degrees...... I've probably never had this kind of emotion in a distracting redo. Even if everything is lost when we get to Ϡ (Sampi), let's say we appreciate the existence of this miracle."

Zeth, who left the room and was alone, spills like that just looking up at the ceiling. And when I gently shook my head to the left and right, I moved that gaze toward the western part of the enemy's presence.

"They continue to pray to us who cannot lead us into the future. Even for them, I have to get rid of that man. That's my system modification program, because it's more important than anything else."