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

Royal Road, the royal road.

A city founded by the founding king who was anointed by God.

It is said that the founding king, who did not have auras, magic, or even divine powers, was nothing more than an ordinary shepherd than anyone else.

However, he was chosen by God, and after conquering seven kingdoms, he established the Uniger royal family.

Uniger.

Meaning: one anointed by God.

He was destined to become the king of all humans, and his descendants also became kings of humans for generations.

However, from what I read in a book, they were completely destroyed during the war 20 years ago, to the extent that their magnificent founding history was insignificant.

There were good records of that time in the study of the Agarpe family, who had tried to remain as the last guardians of the Uniger royal family until the betrayal.

Women, old people, and children alike were brutally trampled to death, and the unity of the United Kingdom that had lasted for over 500 years began to crack as it lost its central focus on the king.

Humans have now established their own king.

Pope Arud Gregory II.

He was like that.

So curiosity arose.

The one who stands at the center of the six horns.

He meant 'king of humans', but the throne is now empty.

"Your Holiness the Pope of Barakhan cannot sit on the throne of Royal Road, right?"

In response to my question, Friede folded the map and looked at me.

I couldn't see her face or eyes because they were covered by a black veil, but I felt her gaze clearly.

At least that's what I thought.

"That's right. The throne of Royal Road was promised by God to Uniger's clan. Now that they are gone, no one can sit on the throne of Royal Road."

Of course!

I felt happy.

Because it was the same as hearing a definitive answer that the human king no longer exists.

There was no one like the person sitting in the center of the six horns anywhere in the world!

So that means no one knows my identity!

My heart felt refreshed as if old stasis was going down.

Very good.

Very good!

"Now let's talk about Rust. Maiden Psyche, I need your story of your closest encounter with Rust. "If you know anything about that man, tell me everything."

My lovely wife Psyche was lost in thought as she listened to Friede's story.

Hmm—thinking Psyche.

"Her face was hidden by a mask, but on the outside she was tall… At least 6 ships… "If I were to use today's standards, it would have been about 183 centimeters."

"He's 183 centimeters tall. It's very tall. It would be good for identifying one's identity. "Her husband, Lord Hyde, is also tall. Can you say they are similar?"

What the fuck?

Why are arrows suddenly flying at me?

Soon Psyche nodded her head.

"That's right! "I was similar in height to Hyde."

"Hoo-. Lord Hyde, I know this may be a bother, but could you please stand for a moment? I think it will be helpful in coming up with the rough shape."

Are you telling me to get up from my seat?

My heart trembled, fearing that I might be discovered to be that Rust here. But if you say "I don't like it," It will get even weirder.

What if my identity is revealed here?

━Hyde! You idiot! You've won awards before! That's why I stayed chaste even after marriage! Go to hell!

Psyche, angry at the betrayal, might rip out my head!

It is right to act like nothing is wrong here.

"If we can catch a vicious monster, I should be willing to help."

Zek-.

I stood up.

Soon Psyche spoke brightly.

"You're really the same height as Hyde! But the Rust one was a little bigger."

Rust is bigger?

What is bigger?

At that moment, many troubling thoughts passed through my head, but it was natural.

When I play Rust, I put pieces of wood or rocks in my shoes.

So Rust is about 3 cm larger than Hide.

"Okay. This is good information. What's different?"

Friede asked.

The innocent Psyche seemed to be lost in thought for a while again and then seemed to realize something, saying, "Ah!"

"He was tall, but he didn't seem to have good athletic ability. In the Blood Crusade, it seemed that Ras, the Great Sin Seat, was in charge of actual power and force. If you go to a whirlpool, you're a woman."

Psyche's sense was very accurate.

You learned a lot about Rust from that brief confrontation with me yesterday.

She was indeed a woman who fought desperately against the Blood Crusade until the last moment.

"She's tall, but her athletic ability isn't great ─? It's a strange characteristic for a pagan where strict hierarchy is important. How can someone with no strength lead such a large group?"

Advisor Friede seemed unable to understand why heretics and cults who follow the strict logic of power would submit to Rust.

Then Psyche thought, "Hmm," And then she added.

"I would have thought the same way back in the day. But I found out after seeing her husband Hyde. That there is something more powerful than power in the world! "It is wisdom and knowledge!"

"Indeed, I too, who was in Barakhan, heard rumors about Lord Hyde. Rust: That man has great wisdom and eloquence like Lord Hyde."

Damn it!

It seems like the atmosphere is becoming more and more strange.

I don't know if it was my mood, but I felt Friede's eyes behind the black veil staring at me with a stinging gaze.

The Black Knight Roland also seemed to be looking at me with eyes hidden by his helmet.

"I thought of something else!"

Holy shit!

Psyche!

Stop talking!

Are you really planning to kill me?

Psyche added, perhaps knowing how nervous I was.

"Rust, that man was very obsessed with his mask! "When I tried to take off the mask, I felt very embarrassed."

"… "You were embarrassed?"

"It seemed like he wanted to hide his face. People who hide their faces usually want to hide their identity, right? There may definitely be status or indecency that should not be revealed…"

Psyche, who had said that, closed her mouth.

Friede and the black knight Roland sitting before my eyes.

They must have figured out that both of them were covering their faces.

"I didn't hear what you just said… "I was very rude."

Psyche readily acknowledged her mistake.

But Friede was a cooler woman than I thought.

"No. That is correct. Those who hide their faces have a lot to hide. I know it well. In my case, I hide my face for other people."

Zek-.

Friede taking off her own gloves

Psyche gasped, gasping at the sight of the exposed skin. The back of her hand had serious burn scars.

It extended all the way to her wrist, so I think it was probably not just her wrist but her entire body.

"Some crazy woman said this about 20 years ago. She said that the woman of Midvar would give birth to a murderer. From then on, Midvar women and children died in great numbers."

Zek-.

Friede touched her lower abdomen.

"I was able to survive only when I became unable to bear children. At that time, I was 21 years old. "I hid my face from then on."

Is this the story of Emma, ​​Lucy's mother?

Many people died due to her crazy predictions, and Friede seemed to be one of the victims.

The world is so small.

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"Lord Roland. What do you think about today's story?"

When trying to organize the story and disperse.

Advisor Friede asked Black Knight Roland's opinion.

I had no choice but to listen.

I didn't know my life might be at stake!

Roland let out a heavy voice beneath his heavy helmet.

"Rust, the reason that man has to hide his identity is probably because of his status. Although he may seem vulgar, his vocabulary and speech are as refined as those of nobles. A very high status—or someone related to it."

"Rust, that man is a nobleman?"

Psyche was surprised.

I was surprised too.

It's almost accurate!

"He won't be just a nobleman. Rust, what I sense from him is malice. I hate the world. A nobleman with enormous hatred. There is a possibility that he is a descendant of a royalist aristocrat who was purged 20 years ago."

I broke into a cold sweat down my back.

It was because Roland's intuition deviated from my identity by a narrow margin.

Friede soon added another word.

"I also felt hatred toward the world from his stories and testimonies. Perhaps, like me, he was orphaned by the fires of war. Orphanage. Excellent eloquence. And those related to nobility… Don't you think you look exactly like someone here?"

What the fuck?

The room felt cool, as if the air conditioner had been turned on.

You have to do well from now on.

From now on.

Soon fuhuhuu – Friede smiling.

"It's just like Lord Roland, isn't it? Sir Roland, is it possible that Rust's true identity is you? The fact that the face behind the mask and the face behind the helmet are the same… ?"

Roland kept his mouth shut at Friede's words.

He was silent and Friede was talking alone.

"Sir Roland, unlike your older half-brother, you are part of Uniger's clan. If the war hadn't happened, he might have been able to become king. Are you saying that you wear a mask every night and incite people?"

Wait-.

Roland Orléans is a member of Uniger's clan?

Damn, the royal family is all dead!

Why did you keep this guy alive!

I felt dizzy before my eyes, but I asked calmly.

"Wasn't the blood of the Uniger royal family all exterminated?"

"Yes. Only one person. Everyone died except the man who had pledged lifelong chastity to God. A man who takes a vow of chastity no longer belongs to any family."

Indeed, I finally understand!

Black Knight Roland.

He was of mixed blood with the royal family.

The person in the royal family must have been his mother's side, who married into the Count of Orléans.

Even if it was my mother's family, I should have been purged because I inherited royal blood, but I survived because I took a vow of chastity early on!

Yes, that's right.

The Dark Knights themselves were an organization created using criminals and people who were born cursed.

I think I can take advantage of this situation.

"Indeed, I understand why Sir Roland cannot take off his helmet. From what I heard, people with blood from the Uniger royal family have mysterious purple eyes, right? Sir Roland, are you like that too?"

"…"

"What if the Rust man is wearing his mask to hide his mysterious purple eyes? "What if that man was a surviving member of the royal family?"

I spoke in a quiet voice.

The first to react was Psyche.

"Hyde, what does that mean?"

"I was just saying it might happen. It's not an impossible story. His first appearance in Agarpe territory may have been a warning to traitors."

It was a story that killed two birds with one stone: it could distance Rust's identity from me, Hyde, and at the same time divert manpower to searching for the surviving blood relatives of the royal family.

The legitimate royals who will sit on the throne survived.

If any of them became the 'man standing in the center of the six horns' that Lucy spoke of, for me, it would be the worst of the worst.

We must eliminate all those who can know my identity.

Soon Roland nodded.

"If it were real, it would be the worst. "If that man joins hands with the deadly sin of sloth, something uncontrollable will happen to him."

Sloth's Sloth?

Why that idiot?

While I was wondering, Friede hit the table.

"Stop."

After those words, Friede and Roland stopped talking.