Surviving as a Cult Leader in Another World (Going up)

Zek-.

As soon as the trial started, I stood up and spoke.

"Judge Honduras, I have an objection!!!"

"…"

Honduras.

He was a bald, strict-looking man.

His lips were thick, and his face was full of scars and burns, making him look more like a battlefield madman than a priest.

When he looked at me, I instantly flinched.

Interrogators.

I always feel strange when I stand in front of them.

They say that some people get nervous when a police officer passes by me even if I haven't committed a crime, so I thought I might be that type of person.

"Black-haired Midvar, are you the bronze priest, Hyde?"

There is someone who knows about me.

Have I become famous?

Soon the surroundings were in commotion.

"Is that guy Hyde?"

"The Midvarites really wear a bronze cross around their necks."

"Hey, that's fascinating. A Midvarian became a priest."

Midbarin.

It's been a while since I heard that story.

For reference, the Midbar people are wild people who live in the wilderness. They were a unique race of people with black hair and black eyes, and they were humans with similar characteristics to the gypsies of the Earth.

They say they practice strange magic and worship gods of curses and idols, right?

Anyway.

It seemed that these Palcean people saw me as such a Midvarian.

Falcea was a more racist place than I thought.

"Hyde, priest of Agarpe, what do you want to talk about?"

Interrogator Honduras looked at me.

Looking into his snake-like eyes, I also spoke without giving up.

"Many people are anxious because the Dark Knights are here. Respected Inquisitor, I demand their resignation."

Zek-.

What I saw were soldiers and knights wearing black cloaks.

Their eyes quickly turn to me.

It's as if he wants to say, "What are you, you bastard?"

I added a few words as if to drive a wedge.

"Interrogator, you probably know something about this strange book that was floating around last night, right? The innocent citizens of Palcea are demanding an explanation for the matters written here."

"Is it because of that paper that the city of Veneto was so noisy after a long time? Bring it here."

Zek-.

I submitted "NTR" As evidence.

The Honduran interrogator's expression changed every moment as he read it, and tendons appeared on his forehead or veins appeared in his eyes.

"Something like this is wandering around the streets of Veneto?"

"That's right. I heard that the 6th knight, Sir Roland, was the one who prosecuted the defendants this time. I would like to question Sir Roland's qualifications. Does he have the qualifications to condemn sinners in the first place?"

"Do you wish to challenge the authority of Roland the Sixth Knight, Pope Gregory, who appointed him, and Elohim, who appointed him? Hyde. "You'd better be careful what you say in front of the interrogator."

"How could I question the authority of Gregory and Elohim? However, I just want to talk about what Roland is as a person. For your information, I think this trial itself is invalid!!!!"

That was when I shouted loudly.

Interrogator Honduras, who had been listening to the story for a while, burst into laughter.

"I heard about you. He annulled the trial of Oscar Archibald and embarrassed Archbishop Coramdeo. "At the Grande Convent, they even chased away ghosts."

My story reached the interrogator's ears?

It felt somewhat ominous.

Soon Interrogator Honduras slams his fist into the table in front of him! I hit it.

So bad.

It was scary to see the wooden table being smashed.

"It would be a mistake to think that that worldly language will work here as well. Order! "Kick that man out!"

Honduras.

It seemed like he was trying to exclude me from this courtroom.

He is indeed a man with bright thoughts, just like his shiny head.

"Prince of Honduras, if you kick me out, will you be able to handle what happens next? I am speaking to you not as an individual, but as the will of Elohim! "Do not judge innocent sinners!"

In my opinion, Lucy, gagged and trembling, was innocent.

When the witch trials began, the number of people acquitted was extremely close to zero, so if the trial continues like this, Lucy will not be able to avoid the death penalty.

How can you be a priest if you have to watch innocent people die?

Isn't it the basis of proper justice to free one innocent good person even if it means releasing 100 evildoers?

"Shut up and come here!"

"You bastard! How dare you condemn us?"

The black knights grabbed my wrist.

Should I be dragged along helplessly like this?

No.

"Walpurgis! There must be an ulterior motive in rushing the witch trials to bring out the Walpurgis witches! In fact, there are probably some witches among this crowd!"

The probability that this Palcea witch trial would proceed safely until the end was close to zero.

Why?

This was because the witches of Walpurgis were in this region of Palcea.

Anemones at the Grande Convent.

And Ishtar, whom Rust kicked out yesterday.

There are already two.

Witches are like cockroaches; if there are two of them, there can be ten or there can be a hundred.

Perhaps the trial of Lucy and Anemone was a trap to draw out the witches.

Heretics had a special sense of belonging to their group, whether in the 21st century or in this world, and that sense of belonging was especially strong in the Witches' Council.

They will definitely interfere with the trial, disrupt it, kidnap Lucy and the nuns, and try to brainwash them.

In the process, Nicholas and the Dark Knights are probably planning to capture them and gain merit.

"You—you bastard! Who is this! Who told you! What the fuck! Who leaked the plan to that guy!?"

Nicholas.

The man, who had kept his mouth shut and had a sullen expression on his face all day, growled at his surroundings in embarrassment.

That guy misunderstood something, but I didn't specifically hear this from anyone.

The Black Knights' operations are always reckless and involve sacrifice.

"If the trial continues like this, witches may intervene and cause numerous casualties! Inquisitor Honduras, are you planning to drive these countless civilians to their deaths?"

Honduras.

He kept silent about my story.

And he frowned, clearly looking very tired and embarrassed.

"So, what do you want to say to me? Are you trying to turn this trial into something that never happened?"

"No, you don't have to. Instead, leave the trial itself to me. Then I will strike down all the witches and sinners of Walpurgis."

"You are talking nonsense. "You're just going to hand over the witch trials to the Bronze Priest?"

"Honduras, I gave you a clear warning. "If the Blood Crusade led by Rust mixes with this crowd and goes on a rampage and ruins everything, I am not responsible."

"… "The Blood Crusade?"

It was a time when Honduras was frowning.

Someone shouted among the crowd.

"Hyde, catch that bastard! Let's make a sacrifice for Rust!"

"Fuck you! Just as Mr. Rust said, Hyde was aware of our existence!"

"He will be our greatest enemy! We have to catch and kill him before that happens!!!"

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'What the hell happened-.'

Psyche.

She was looking at her husband, Hyde, with anxious and trusting eyes.

If it were Hyde, he would do something about this strange trial─.

She was thinking something like that.

Suddenly, strange people jumped out from the crowd.

They were a group of people with red crosses painted on their faces or wearing crudely made masks.

"Get Hyde!"

"If you catch that man, you can receive a 'baptism' from Mr. Rust!"

Their number is approximately 30.

What they were targeting was Psyche's husband, Hyde.

"Hyde!"

Psyche tried to run towards her husband.

Her husband, Hyde, was a man who was good at many things, but he was so helpless that he could not even protect himself from violence.

"Don't push!"

"What's going on!"

However, thanks to the panic caused by the crowds, Psyche was unable to get lost among the crowd.

"Lucy! Are you okay?"

Psyche pushed away the people and was only able to save Lucy.

Lucy said, soon with the gag removed from her mouth.

"I'm fine! It's so crowded! The mainland is like this every day!? I'm so excited! But where did Hyde go? Hyde!"

"Hyde─."

At that time, Psyche saw Hyde hurriedly running away among the people.

I tried to approach him, but a man soon stopped me.

"I am Hans, Master Rust's chief baptist!"

He was a man who wielded a sword ruthlessly.

Psyche, who did not bring a sword, had no choice but to step back for a moment.

"Lord Galatea! I am Hans, the second baptist of the great Rust! I'm here to save you! Here, I will give you a sword!"

"Aaaaah! I feel Rust with me! He is here!"

Truly a riot.

Honduras, who was watching this situation from a high platform, picked up the mace at his waist and shouted.

"Dark Knights! Defeat the heretics!"

"Fuck! Pull out your sword!"

Knights and soldiers wearing black cloaks.

They tried to resolve this situation somehow.

"Ugh, fuck! I am an ordinary citizen! You bastard!"

"The Dark Knights are killing ordinary people!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

However, the anger and dissatisfaction towards the black cloaked criminals reached its peak, and this incident exploded.

"I don't know what's going on, sisters! Now! "Save the women!"

"Walpurgis of Palcea inflicts the divine punishment of the goddess!"

Women also appeared with swords, clubs, and spears drawn.

It was truly a melee.

"Haha! This is going to be fun! What the fuck! I am free! No one can stop me! Haha!"

"Ugh, fuck! What is this whirlpool mask guy? Where did it come from?"

"I am Ras, the Great Sin Throne! And I will crush to death all those who stand in my way! Nicholas! Where is this bastard! A bastard who discriminates against people! "I'll make you a eunuch!"

As people screaming here and there and the smell of blood became thicker, Psyche felt like crying.

"Stop…"

People were killing each other, grumbling and shouting.

Countless people were heading straight to hell.

Psyche looked at this scene and her heart ached, and she could not bear it.

"… Everyone stop fighting!"

Psyche shouted.

But her voice couldn't make even a small noise among these loud people.

Wow-.

Psyche clenching her fist

Although her heart seemed broken, Psyche thought of her husband, Hyde.

'Hyde would never have given up no matter what.'

After-.

It was then that Psyche, who had taken her breath again, cried out loudly, "Everyone stops—!!!!!!!!!"

One, two-.

People started to stop acting.

It happened from far away.

The people who were pointing their swords at each other and the people who were only screaming and destroying in anger stopped their actions one by one.

As if we had made a promise.

Psyche felt hope when she saw that.

'Has my earnest heart reached people?' !? Hyde, thanks to you, I was able to gain strength!'

But─.

Psyche quickly realized that her thoughts were wrong.

When people stopped moving and opened the path, a man wearing a red robe and a strange mask was walking down the path.

He was like the soot that appeared naturally in sunny weather.

He was ominous, like an undertaker who showed up uninvited on a wedding day.

There were many criminals wearing red cross masks, but that man was special.

Just as a tiger-patterned cat is different from a tiger-.

The feeling, power, and intimidation were different.

Ras with the whirlpool mask who was beating down several black knights and soldiers.

She shouted in her joy.

"That guy is real─."

"Lust, this top confidant, Hans, will be your chair! Please sit on my body!"

Zek-.

Hans, an old soldier, stretched out his arms on the floor and laid down like a chair.

The man called Rust sat on his back without any hesitation.

The appearance was extremely blasphemous and profane, but on the other hand, it looked like a monarch sitting on a throne and even exuded a sacredness.

Soon there were one or two people shedding tears.

"Lust, Galatea, the first baptist, is your servant."

"This is my first time seeing the real thing. That look is like…"

Zek-.

Rust lifted his index finger and placed it in front of the mask.

When the surroundings suddenly became quiet, the man who hid everything behind his mask finally opened his mouth.

"—I, Rust, will sentence. Defendant: 140,000 plus 4,666 residents of Palcea region. Guiltiness! The verdict is life imprisonment. From now until the moment you die, you will be trapped in the hellish world of Saba. And have sex."

It was a strange ruling.

Soon Hans of the chair shouted.

"Also! The reason we are alive in this world is that Rust punished us! We are imprisoned for life in a prison called the body! Okay! That's why you shouldn't recklessly commit suicide! Because we must endure Rust's punishment until the end! As the chief baptist, I can know!"

"… Well, that was it! The reason we couldn't commit suicide was because we would have to take on Rust's full punishment!"

"The reason my life was difficult was because I was already being punished!"

"Could it be that the fact that my wife had an affair with the Black Knights and ran away was punishment given to me by Master Rust?"

The cries of madmen.

Then a woman with her shaved head jumped out.

She was the witch Katarina and a member of the Walpurgis Council.

A villain who was famous around here under the name Katarina the Heartbreaker.

"Are you Rust? In Palcea, which we had been occupying with great effort—."

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

This was because the woman in the whirlpool mask jumped out of the air and stomped on Katarina's head, popping it.

Kwaaang-!

"Aaaaah!!!! How dare Rust talk and a sissy bitch interrupts!"

One blow.

It was a death as hot as boiling magma.

Seeing that, interrogator Honduras was greatly embarrassed.

'I thought it would be good if heretics fought and killed each other. That Katarina of Walpurgis wasn't even a match? Katarina was a human butcher who killed several silver knights! 'What on earth are they?'

Honduras thought they had to flee.

In fact, it seems that most of the Black Knights who are supposed to protect the security have run away.

Even Knight Nicholas was nowhere to be seen.

'You bastards of criminals. How tired I have been trying to clear up the crimes and accidents you have committed! Do you run away at times like this? 'You bastards!'

Honduras.

It was time for him to think of a way out of this situation.

"You! How rude and wicked! Everyone, stop this madness!"

Someone shouted.

When she turned her head, she saw a beautiful woman, Psyche, holding her poor defendant, Lucy, in her arms.

Rust, a devilish villain, tilts his head as he looks at her.

He said.

"Bring that woman to me."