ăThat was the first thing I thought when we entered the Church of Forcels.
ăThe inner wall of the Church of Forcels has dyed white similar to the outside wall.
ăMy spine tingled slightly as if I had returned to space where the self-proclaimed god was.
ăWithin the innermost part of the Church of Forcels.
ăA woman was standing with the light shining through the skylight.
ăThe moment I saw the woman; my skin was crawled.
(This person ⊠sheâs very strong)
ăSimilar to the white space, the priestess robe, and white bare skin.
ăThe woman gazed at me with her blue eyes and opened her mouth.
âI will teach children who do not know the God of justice, Forcels, what the power of justice is.â (Priestess)
ăA solemn voice echoed in the church.
ăI felt pressure from her as if God had descended.
ăShe held her hand up.
ăSlowly lift her arm with the palm facing down.
ăThen, a piece of paper emerged from the podium placed on the pulpit. [T/N: Pulpit is a raised platform with a podium where Christian priests give their sermons. Google-sensei offers pictures.]
ăShe hasnât touched the paper at all.
ăWhen the paper came up to her eyes, she grabbed it and said.
âThis is the power of justice.â (Priestess)
âNo, isnât it!?â
ăIt was the power of sleight of hand.
ăEven with the tsukkomi, the woman didnât deny it.
ăWhile slightly frowning she said as she was drawing a beautiful arc.
â⊠You still canât believe in the power of justice. Then Iâll show you more of the power of justice.â (Priestess)
ăThen the woman thrust her hand into the pocket of her robe and took out a silver spoon from inside.
ăAfter showing the spoon, she starts rubbing the spoon against her palm.
âThe power of justice is awesome.â (Priestess)
ăWhen she rubbed, the spoon gradually got more and more deformed.
ăRaising the deformed spoon, the priestess says.
âItâs the power of justice.â (Priestess)
âItâs definitely something else!?â
ăEsther ran towards the pulpit, slipping through.
ăShe looks at the spoon above the podium with a glittering look.
ăHer ponytail was swaying frantically.
âWow, thatâs amazing, Toru! The spoon is bent!â (Esther)
âEsther somethings can be bent by hand, like a spoon.â
âMmm? Thatâs true, but if you ask meâŠâ (Esther)
â⊠You still canât trust the power of justice. All right. How about this?â (Priestess)
ăThe woman shook the spoon a few times and held it in front of Esther.
â⊠Toru! The spoon is now twisted !!â (Esther)
âItâs the power of justice.â (Priestess)
ăIs it because there is an audience showing an overwhelmingly positive response in front of her?
ăThe woman is looking towards me, isnât she? She canât help but make a face.
âToru, Toru! The power of justice is amazing!â (Esther)
âNo, Esther. Thatâs because when she shook the spoon, she just replaced it with another spoon âŠâ
âWhat ⊠what !?â (Esther)
ăEsther had a look of despair because of what I said story.
(Oh, yeah. This might be Estherâs first time seeing a magic trick?)
ăI didnât react at all when he sees sleight of hand tricks because he has seen it in Japan.
ăEsther, on the other hand, is happy because she sees these tricks for the first time.
ăIt is a little cruel to suddenly burst her bubble.
ăAs for the person who made the absurd expectations, my expectations on them have hit rock-bottom.
ăHer eyes are quivering.
âThis is a test of my power of justice. Itâs okay. Then Iâll show you my special power!â (Priestess)
ăWith that said, the woman moved her arms with quite the agile movements.
ăShe slowly stuck her hands together and laughed.
âNow, take a look at the secret technique âThumb teleportationâ -â (Priestess)
âOh, thatâs fine.â
[T/N: Come on Toru, sheâs probably gonna magically detach and reattach her thumbs. Thatâs super high-level power. ]
ăFrom the name of the technique, the expectations went further down.
ăI had to immediately stop her.
ăThe woman, who stuck out her hands out in front, raised her mouth slightly.
âHmm, you were afraid of the power of justice.â (Priestess)
âNo ⊠oh yeah, youâre right.â
âThen, fill out this paper.â (Priestess)
âNo thanks.â
ăWhen I interrupted her words, this time the woman puffed her cheeks and made a pouty face.
ăMy [intuition] skill roughly grasped the ability of the woman.
ăShe is strong. She has the same or better ability than the guild trainer Ogre. [T/N: Heâs ogre again? Is he Graf or Ogre? Ugh.]
ăWhen I think about what she will do next, I feel like Iâm going to have to sit down.
ăStill, I havenât asked yet.
âDo you know the location of the Church of Nesis?â
â⊠Hmm. Unfortunately, I donât even know the location of the Nesis Church.â (Priestess)
ăThe woman shook her head.
ăI can see that she didnât look like she was lying.
â⊠No clueâ
ăAfter leaving the Church of Forcels, my shoulders sagged.
ăI never thought that I would go around all the churches not finding a clue.
ăAlso, at the Church of Agni, they said, â If it is a servant of the God of Justice, they might know.â
ăThe amount of disappointment is higher the more my hopes go higher.
âThe last one is the church of the god Amanomehito?â
âNo, Amanomehito doesnât have a church.â (Esther)
âWell, why is only one of the gods is exempt from the others?â
âNo, heâs not.â (Esther)
ăEsther smiled at my words.
âAmanomehito is the god of Nature. He is everywhere as long as thereâs nature. The doctrine is to pray to nature as a whole, not to build and worship a church. Thatâs why Amanomehito doesnât have a church. â (Esther)
âReallyâ
ăThe way of thinking is close to Japanese animism.
ăI felt a sense of familiarity with Amanomehito and became interested in the belief.
(If he has a sacred place, I would like to visit it once âŠ)
âThatâs right, itâs too early to be disappointed.â (Esther)
âI say so âŠâ
âI think we just couldnât get a clue to the shortcut. Itâs not that we failed, so from here on, weâll just have to look for it properly.â (Esther)
â⊠Oh, yeah, thatâs right.â
ăI just couldnât get a clue to the fastest route.
ăWe havenât failed yet.
ăI was moved by Estherâs positive thoughts; I have regained my motivation.
ăAt that time, a narrow road suddenly caught my eye.
âThen, Esther. Letâs start by looking at the alley over there.â
âOKâ (Esther)
ăI havenât decided on anything.
ăFirst of all, I just want to get closer to that place. With that feeling, I headed towards the alley.
ăAs soon as I went down the road, a building appeared.
ăIt was a gray building surrounded by a fence.
ăThe building has low ceilings and no luxurious decorations.
ăBefore visiting Finlis, I would have thought this was just a private residence.
ăHowever, the building was not wooden but stone.
ăIn other words, it is not just any private home.
ăA mark is dug on the entrance door.
âThat is- It is the holy mark of Nesis!â (Esther)
âThat means âŠâ
ăIs this building the church of Nesis?
ăI looked at the building.
âSomehow, I found it quite easily.â
âThatâs right, but Nesis is the god of fate. It is fate set by God that brought and guided us here.â (Esther)
ăWhat on earth have we been doing so far then?
ăI havenât exerted my body to come this far, but I think I am mentally exhausted.
ăIf this was fate, I wanted him to lead me to the church earlier.
âLet us enter for the time beingâ
âThatâs right. If we donât finish it today, we might not be able to come again tomorrow âŠâ (Esther)
ăOn the contrary, it is possible that we will not be able to leave the church until cleaning is complete.
ăThere was only one road, but there were many forked roads on the way back, and no matter which road I took, I feel like we would return here.
ăIf this is Godâs interference, thatâs likely to happen.
âExcuse me.â
ăWhen I pulled the door, the door squeaked and creaked.
ăThere was no one behind the door.
ăThe accumulated dust is quite thick.
ăThere are no human footprints anywhere to be seen.
ăNo one has visited here for a while.
ăThe church looked as if it had been forgotten by Finlis itself.
âThe Nesis Church is not maintained, isnât it?â
âIt seems like itâ (Esther)
âMaybe there are no believers?â
â⊠There is a possibilityâ (Esther)
ăSince you cannot visit a church without fate, the number of believers does not increase as in other churches.
ăI headed for the pulpit, leaving footprints on the dust layer.
ăThe church has only chaise lounges, a pulpit, and a podium.
ăThere are no stained glass and no decorations.
ăIt was a fairly simple church.
ăThe building is filled with the smell of dust. Unlike traditional churches, it wasnât the air that made me want to take a deep breath.
â⊠Who was the one who requested this place to be cleaned?â
âMaybe God?â (Esther)
âNo, stop jokingâ
âItâs not a joke? Itâs not unusual, but quite rare.â (Esther)
âHmm?â
ăI titled my head and facepalmed. Esther was good at making me.
âBy the way, the world where Toru came from was abandoned by God.â (Esther)
âI donât agree with that phrase âŠâ
ăThatâs right in the sense that God has never directly interfered with Earth.
ăBut I nodded reluctantly.
âToru in this world God exists.â (Esther)
âEh? ⊠not just in fairy tales or holy scriptures?â
âOh. Sometimes theyâve come down, and sometimes they talked to priests. Just recently, Iâve heard that the god of justice, Forcels, came down to attend a coronation from the Kingdom of Yuster.â (Esther)
âReally!â
ăIt is a phenomenon that is unlikely to happen on earth, like an advent of God.
(What will happen when they come down? I want to see it once while Iâm still alive)
âWell, Toru. Itâs time to start cleaning.â (Esther)
âThatâs right. Oh, before thatââ
ăI stood in front of the pulpit and prayed.
ăI didnât know the correct way to pray, so I gave a Shinto style of two bows, two claps, and one bow.