A BOMB, A HUMAN, AND THE COURSE OF WIND – PART 1
January 28, 2016Tgurneu
It was the following day.
Colio went out for a walk just like yesterday. And just then, he walked in the opposite direction of the general flow of people during the morning.
The previous day, there were three people walking like this. But now, only one was left.
Colio realized how much the situation changed in a single day.
Just like yesterday, Colio’s feet brought him to that alley. Once again, without any reason.
Maybe Relia would be there? He thought of such things while walking.
“Boy, how was it? Did you read it?”
A voice called to him. Colio stopped and turned around.
It was the Book seller from before. Colio thought he was carried off by that Armed Librarian, but he probably resumed business after that guy died. Colio didn’t really care about it, neither today nor yesterday.
“…I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
The Book seller probably came to request payment for the Book of Calico Princess. Colio thought it was troublesome.
Saying this and trying to escape, Colio’s eyes were suddenly drawn to something among the items being sold.
“What is that?”
Colio asked while pointing at a Book. The man answered.
“Hmm? Isn’t it obvious? It’s a Book fragment. Do you want to buy it, boy?”
Colio knew the milky-white color of that Book. It was the same color as the one belonging to Calico Princess. Almost all other Books were colored somewhere between white, grey and brown, but that Book was as white as milk.
It was the same as before. Thinking this, Colio stretched out his hand.
The moment his finger touched it, the world around him changed again.
“…It’s her.”
Even Colio could not hear himself muttering this.
“…It’s going to hurt a bit. But bear with it like a good boy, okay?”
The first thing he heard was this voice. He immediately recognized it was Calico Princess.
“…Ouch…”
“It’s because I need to apply the medicine.”
Calico Princess was inside a hut made of rotting wood.
A lone child was lying on hay. He was a pale and poor-looking boy. There were many lice on his wildly-grown hair and fleas inside his straw clothes.
It was dim inside the hut. The lamp next to Calico Princess emitted a faint light. The smell of whale oil drifted in the surrounding air.
Outside the window it was probably night-time. But no one in that hut even thought about admiring the beautiful starry sky.
Other than Calico Princess, there was no one else sitting next to the heavily breathing boy.
“…I want… water. It hurts…”
The moment he said that, the boy started coughing violently. It was a cough that sounded like his throat was burning. Calico Princess took the razor blade resting on the boy’s chest.
Calico Princess’s white gloves were covered by dirt and blood. Only at the back of her hand some whiteness had remained.
Her dress was in terrible shape. The hem of the pure white skirt was already indistinguishable from a dust cloth, the lace on her chest was blackened by blood, and the wings decorating her back had been cut in half. The tragic state of her dress looked as if she pa.s.sed through a chimney. Her pretty calico hair was tied in a string and lay on her back.
“Water’s no good; your stomach can’t take anything right now. Since you’re a good boy, please be patient.”
“…Okay.”
On the boy’s slender arm there was a cut about two centimeters deep. She removed the gloves from her hands, revealing pretty long fingers.
“It’s going to be itchy for a while, but you mustn’t scratch it.”
Calico Princess held a small bottle in her hands. She applied the red liquid inside to her fingers and started coating the boy’s wounds with it.
“…Here we go, all good. For the following day, not matter how much it hurts, you can’t drink any water. Okay? Promise me.”
“…”
There was no response. The boy started coughing again.
“I know you’re suffering, but endure it. Please. Just for a little bit longer.”
Calico Princess said while hugging the boy’s body.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“…Thank you, miss…”
The boy said while being held to her chest.
“But, who are you?”
Calico Princess put the boy down without answering anything. He continued staring at her.
When the boy’s coughing had stopped, Calico Princess left the hut. The place seemed to be the countryside. There was a bleak church built down a steep hill.
The lone hut with the boy inside was on the edge of the hill.
It was a dark night. Calico Princess wore a black cloak on her head and ran leaning towards the ground. In order to avoid the center of the village that was lined with many houses, she was entering a forest. She didn’t have any lamp. Despite the darkness, she could still walk around as if it was daytime.
She entered the forest. But just as she pa.s.sed next to a tree…
“Where are you going?”
A voice called. Calico Princess turned around and saw a single person there.
He was probably in his forties, and terribly obese. He wore a luxurious black mantle with gold embroidery and put a clown’s hat on his head. He was a strange-looking man.
Colio was surprised. He was absolutely sure no-one was there before when she had pa.s.sed.
“Wyzaf…”
“Oh my, Princess. Your dress is dirty.”
“Since when you were watching?”
Calico Princess said. Her voice was filled with hostility.
It was the first time Colio heard her use such a voice. Before this and in the previous Book, her voice was always filled with mercy and sadness.
“All along, Ever-Laughing Saint.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”
The voice of Calico Princess became even more hostile.
“Forgive me for my rudeness.”
Saying this, the man bowed. Retaining this posture, he sank into the ground.
It was then that Colio realized this man was a Magician. Since in the present era magic was in decline, most humans didn’t get even a single opportunity to see such a casual use of an advanced magic in front of their eyes.
“…Where is that boy, Ever-Laughing Saint?”
It seemed Calico Princess was called the Ever-Laughing Saint. But Colio wondered where the “Ever-Laughing” part came from. There was only one time he ever saw her smiling. Her face always looked like she was suffering.
“He’s just a kid.”
“Hahaha, that again?”
This time, the man appeared on top of a tree.
“Since you’re always rushing outside every night to meet your knight lover, he must be a splendid knight. How did you like my bedtime story?”
“Stop saying stupid things.”
“Oh my, there is some straw stuck to your hair.”
“…Didn’t I say to stop that?”
The man disappeared again.
“Please do not displease me. You did not forget you attained your current position only because of me, did you?”
Something resounded from under Calico Princess’s cloak. Colio soon understood it was the sound of her having drawn a sword.
“Ooh, how frightful. In front of your sword, my magic is as good as a child’s toy.”
Saying this, the man appeared under the tree again.
“…What do you want?”
“It’s troubling when you do such things. We’re trying to make a profit here.”
“…That kid won’t be able to buy our medicine. It doesn’t affect us at all.”
“…That’s not what I said, Shiron.”
Wyzaf’s face changed at once. Up till then he wore the face of a gentleman, but under it a vulgar expression was exposed now.
“If you do such things, I’ll have to correct everything by myself, and you won’t like it, Shiron. This isn’t about one or two brats.
You know what would happen if you keep going that way.”
“…Why you…”
“Apologize. If you won’t apologize, I’ll accordingly kill one person. If you complain I’ll kill another one.”
Calico Princess talked hesitantly.
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
The man suddenly smiled, and bowed respectfully.
“That’s enough, our Princess.”
“…And?”
“I’ll now prepare a lavish feast for you, princess. I’ll also prepare as many superb men as you want. I can prepare delicious men for you, or make it so it will be twenty degrees during the night, or perhaps I’ll get you a little boy who’s as cute as a puppy.”
“I don’t want any of that.”
“Do not say so. We have to celebrate our grand victory.”
“Grand victory? What?”
“Dragon Pneumonia already spread throughout Cadarra Kingdom. The king himself came to apologize to us. We were all awarded knighthoods, and he also prepared three years of our national budget.”
“Will we sell them medicine?”
“No, we have to spread the disease into the Nichinbeta Region and further to the east.”
“Do you understand what’s going to happen if we don’t do it soon?”
“I do. Many people will die.”
“…Please. Sell it already.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
‘Kukuku’, the man disappeared with an unpleasant laugh.
He left some final words as if melting them inside the wind.
“Anyway, please do not commit suicide. If you die, you understand what the world will come to look like afterwards, right?”
Even after the man disappeared, Calico Princess stood there. Her expression couldn’t be seen.
The Book ended there. Colio let his fingers go of it. Standing in front of his eyes, the Book seller said,
“That’s no good, you can’t look at it before buying it. You have to pay me.”
“I’ll pay.”
Colio took out twenty kirue from his purse. He grabbed the second Book with his sleeve and put it inside his pants pocket.
“I’ve seen a Book like this before. Is there only one Book like that?”
“Can’t you tell by looking? It’s broken. Because it’s broken, you can only read parts of it. There’re probably plenty more of it.”
Oh, so there are plenty more, Colio thought. For some reason, he was incredibly happy.
“Do you have any more?”
“…Boy, if you’re curious, how about this Book?”
“I don’t need it. I want another Book of the same person.”
“…I don’t have any right now. If you come to me again sometime I might have it.”
Colio wasn’t really sure if he could trust him, but he thought that was good enough for now.
Colio returned to the inn in a fast pace, and once again read the Book he just bought.
He watched her voice, expressions and movements numerous times. Even her dirty dress and hands looked beautiful. Even the dim stuffy hut seemed like a magnificent place just by her being in it.
But that hut was already more than a hundred years old, so nothing should be left of it now. While thinking this, Colio felt pain in his chest.
She gave medicine to sick children. Without caring to get her hands dirty. Colio was moved by this. He thought it was wonderful. He once again read the Book and gazed upon the figure of Calico Princess.
Colio read the Book countless times. Since a while ago the sun already travelled across the sky and the day was coming to a close. At some stage he noticed the sinking sun and the fact that he was hungry. But more than that, he wanted to see Calico Princess again. And it wasn’t just the two Books he already possessed. He wanted to see many other Books.
Colio remembered that Book-selling man said he might have some more of it at a later time. He immediately grabbed his purse and ran outside.
He ran to the opposite direction of the flow of people returning to their houses. Each time he took a rough breath, the hole in his chest containing the bomb ached. Even though that pain made him cringe, Colio couldn’t stop running.
He arrived at the Book seller’s spot. But n.o.body was there right now.
Colio surveyed the surroundings, but couldn’t find the “Book” dealer.
He ran around the alley looking for him. He returned to the main road once to search among the crowd of people.
But he just couldn’t find him.
He gave up looking for the Book seller. Maybe he could instead find some Book that had fallen on the ground.
But he didn’t find any Book fragments either. Colio was exhausted and hungry, and he lowered himself to the ground. He crouched there until it became late. After a while, he gave up and wobbled back towards the inn.
The sunset today was still dim. He walked while sadly thinking of this.
Suddenly, he noticed the figure of a woman from behind around the corner of the road. His head becoming blank, he ran forward.
Calico Princes now turned to the left. He was sure he saw it.
Colio turned around the corner and saw the woman walking ahead with her back to him.
“…Was this an illusion?”
He couldn’t understand why this woman seemed like Calico Princess to him. It was just an old woman with completely white hair. The old woman walked away without turning around.
The disappointed Colio regained his composure. Thinking about what he was doing, he smiled wryly.
He perfectly a.s.similated it.
He forgot everything except Calico Princess.
“What’s that supposed to be…”
Colio said. But he actually understood. He learned about this feeling just yesterday.
“…Is this love at first sight?”
His chest hurt. The bomb screeched inside his chest as he ran. When the cut ribs were exposed to the air, he could feel pain.
But, it wasn’t the place that hurt. his pain wasn’t because of such a reason.
Relia went somewhere, and he would surely never return.
Colio didn’t know where to find Hamyuts Meseta.
He had no idea what to do from now on.
However, the intense pain in his chest drove out all of those thoughts.
As the sunset pa.s.sed, now a grey moon floated low in the sky.
In the corner of a small tavern, Ia Mira suddenly recalled the boy she met last night. He was a gloomy boy named Colio Tonies. They held a strange conversation for a while, and separated without intending to meet ever again.
“…What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Come on, drink.”
Ia Mira was in the middle of work. She was sitting on a cheap leather sofa and poured a drink as she leaned against the body of the man sitting next to her.
Inside the dim interior, many women like Ia were pouring alcohol, bending over or offering flattery for the men that returned from the mines.
She concealed her tear marks with makeup and wore a dress so short that if she were to move a little her underwear could be seen… or rather, she intended them to. It was a terribly cheap dress, but that couldn’t be seen in the dark.
Next to Ia, there was a man and one of her colleagues on the other side. They wanted to head for the private room at the back of the tavern. By pa.s.sing money to women, you could spend a night with them in the private room – this was the tavern’s rule.
No man had paid Ia to come to the private room today. If I won’t get that customer now, I won’t make any money today, Ia thought in her heart. But maybe that was for the best.
Just a little more and she would quit the job. Just a little more and she could work at whatever she wanted – thus she thought ever since Cartohelo died.
Then, the customer Ia was hanging out with took something out of his breast pocket.
“Hey, will the two of you drink it?”
“…?”
Then, the customer’s hand moved quickly. It seemed he did something to the drink with what he pulled out. Since it was dark, she couldn’t see what he’s done.
“…Huh? What was that?”
“Isn’t it fine? I’ll pay you double.”
“…”
Occasionally there were men with strange hobbies or drugs in the private room. Ia experienced that countless times. During those times, Cartohelo always comforted her afterwards. Because he was there, she could put up with any painful thing.
“Drink it.”
The man put some money into the chest of Ia’s dress. She didn’t have time for hesitation. Ia poured the sweet wine into her mouth. She could feel something like jelly sliding down her throat.
As Ia drank it, the man suddenly got up and quickly went out of the tavern. The voice of the clerk calling “please do come again” sounded silly.
The sidelined Ia checked her body’s condition by moving her neck and listening to her heartbeat.
She didn’t feel like anything happened to her. She didn’t feel sleepy or strange at all.
But because of this, she was scared.
Dealing with someone with unknown goals was scary. It was even scarier now that she didn’t have Cartohelo.
Walking to the back of the store where the owner was wiping off gla.s.ses, she spoke in a small voice.
“…Sorry, but I want to leave early tonight.”
Around the same time, Relia was walking by himself in the nighttime town.
There was a cloth bag on his back. On his hip was a wallet that became considerably lighter.
Relia slowly crossed the wave of people downtown. The voices of men and women reached his ears from the lined up establishments such as taverns and brothels. However, Relia didn’t have any interest in those.
Colio was surely thinking he ran away. But he didn’t mind. Because he had nothing to do with Colio anymore.
“…Running away, huh?”
It might be better to just run away like that, Relia thought.
He could search for a job at some town, hide his past and live normally.
Maybe it would have been good if he could do that.
But it was probably impossible.
Neither the people controlling him, Hamyuts Meseta nor the bomb inside his chest will allow him that.
Thinking about this, Relia pa.s.sed by a woman wearing a cheap dress. She seemed to have an uneasy expression, but Relia didn’t notice.
Colio was probably still running around aimlessly. But unlike him, Relia had a goal in mind.
He wasn’t afraid of dying. He abandoned his life long ago. In exchange for that, he gained determination. He was determined not to act the way those people wanted him to. Somehow, this determination allowed Relia to stray from the path they intended for him.
Using the bomb in his chest, he was to kill the enemy boss. They wanted to make him go to the Library to do that.
This was the reason Relia separated from Colio, and his reason to live.
This was not meant to avenge Hyoue. It wasn’t in order to do the right thing either. Nor did he do it because he wanted to survive.
This was Relia Bookwatt’s completely unrelated revenge.
He didn’t know anything about the enemy. He only knew the face of the man issuing orders. Even that guy was probably just an underling like Colio and Relia.
He didn’t know the leader’s face, their location, their purpose or even the organization’s name. The only things remaining in his memory were the names “Indulging G.o.d Cult” and Crukessa.
Relia pondered about what he should be doing from now on.
Should he believe in his power and act alone?
However, Relia who had no knowledge or skills couldn’t fight. He had the bomb in his chest, but since it was made to kill the enemy’s boss he would probably be attacked, and it wouldn’t do just killing an underling together with him.
He could try to get help from someone. That seemed to be more realistic.
So, who should he ask for help?
The answer was simple. The enemies of his enemies were his allies. There was no option other than Hamyuts Meseta.
A BOMB, A HUMAN, AND THE COURSE OF WIND – PART 2
January 30, 2016Tgurneu
“I wonder if it was a mistake coming out.”
Relia muttered. Maybe he should have stayed with Colio and tried getting found by Hamyuts.
But there was no point thinking about it. He couldn’t retreat now.
“Oops.”
A man who walked next to Relia b.u.mped into his shoulder. He could smell a perfume coming from him. Relia thought it was a woman for a moment, but looking at his face it was definitely a man.
The one who b.u.mped into him was a man with a surprisingly handsome face. With his ephemeral appearance and smell drifting in the wind, he almost appeared like a cross-dressing woman.
The man’s carefully groomed long hair lay on his back. He wore his three-piece black suit well, and the leather bag hanging from his arm was decorated by silverwork. His body was slender and well suited to what he wore. He had an elegant and graceful figure.
The man looked surprisingly aged. He seemed to be somewhere over thirty, nearing forty. But, he still felt younger than the shabby Relia even despite this.
“Excuse me.”
“You should be more careful, young man.”
The man said. He didn’t look like he fit in this run-down town. No matter how you looked at him, he didn’t have the body suitable for manual labor at the mines. He looked like a man with money and status. He might have been an Armed Librarian. Relia thought this while staring at the man’s face.
“You don’t look like a person from around here. Where did you come from?”
The long-haired man said suddenly. Relia was surprised he immediately struck a conversation with him.
“Umm, I’m just touring, and looking for someone.”
“In such a place? Interesting.”
For some reason, the man seemed interested in Relia. Relia found it bit unnatural, but he didn’t think about it too deeply.
“Are you perhaps related to the recent bombing incidents?”
Relia was surprised.
“Hahaha, you look so alarmed.”
The man grinned.
“Can you perhaps come and talk with me for a bit? I didn’t confirm it, but you’re probably Relia.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Because it is important.”
The man said this and raised his index finger. It was then that Relia realized the man came to speak with him since the very beginning.
“Who are you?”
“You may call me Cigal. My occupation… well, it varies. Right now I’m working at a pharmaceutical company.”
The two walked together, heading towards a nearby tavern.
The tavern Cigal led Relia was very quiet, or in other words, not very popular. It sold only cheap liquor and very little cuisine, and it also had no women. That place didn’t look fitting for Cigal, but Relia didn’t have any problem with it.
Cigal brought the gla.s.s of beer he ordered to his mouth and talked to Relia.
“You were supposed to come here with some allies. Where are they?”
Relia felt amazed at how much this man knew. As he thought, that man was probably related to Hamyuts Meseta’s a.s.sa.s.sination. He wondered if Hamyuts also had that kind of intelligence network.
“Three of us came to this town. One died yesterday, and one is at the inn… should be, at least.”
Relia answered honestly.
“Should be?”
“We’ve separated.”
“What?”
Cigal’s face looked slightly upset.
“That’s unexpected…”
Cigal, placing his hand on his chin, was thinking.
“What’s unexpected?”
“Don’t worry about it. Rather than that, I believe you want to talk with me about something?”
Relia was surprised at this person seeing through him.
“You may not know much about it, Cigal-san, but let me tell you my story. I – no, we – were being kept by some organization for a long time.”
He had plenty to talk about. But, after about five minutes, Cigal stopped his story short.
“I roughly know about your circ.u.mstances.”
As Relia thought, this person knew almost everything that he also knew.
“There’s no mistake. It’s the Indulging G.o.d Cult.”
“So it was those Indulging G.o.d Cult guys as I thought.”
“Do you know them?”
“Only that name.”
Cigal stroked his chin with a clean finger, contemplating.
“I wonder if we should really be talking about it…”
After thinking for a while, Cigal spoke.
“Anything about the Indulging G.o.d Cult is heavily cla.s.sified information – meaning it’s a crime even just knowing about it. You’re going to get your memory erased on top of getting sent to jail. And you want to hear about them in more detail as well… is that really fine?”
“I don’t mind. I already gave up on this life.”
After saying this, a question suddenly came to Relia’s mind.
Thinking about it, who exactly was this man?
It was around the same time that Relia and Cigal came to the tavern.
Hamyuts Meseta’s group flew for a distance of about 5000 kilometers towards Toatt Mining Town.
The propeller plane continued flying and emitted smoke from the Magic Engine in its rear. In the back seat, Hamyuts was turning the k.n.o.b of a radio.
Mirepoc was next to her. The one piloting was Mattalast.
“Director, do you want to hear music?”
Mirepoc said.
“No, I’m checking the weather report.”
Hamyuts was talking about the typhoon.
“Did you know? A typhoon comes close to the Toatt region once every ten years. But it seems there had been no direct hit during the last century.”
“I know. It’s such a bad timing. Even if it’s me, I’m helpless against a typhoon.”
They started hearing the cold voice of the announcer mixed with background noises.
“…While gathering power on the high seas, the great typhoon ‘Captain Choke’ is heading eastward. The Science Agency declared the emergency scale as growing above “Queen Watorre”-level into the maximum “King Bawely”-level. We’re doing our best to keep our observation. Moreover, the thirty-three people congress of the Oracular Magicians unanimously predicts it will keep on moving eastwards. The Science Agency’s research stations also seem to support this notion.”
“What do you think, Matt? You’re an Oracular Magician too, after all.”
“You can’t rely on me for that.”
Mattalast complained. His Predictive Magic had some specifics to it.
His specialty was using handguns, so his Predictive abilities were low-grade. He could see up to two seconds of the future at the most. More than that and he would only be able to give a simplified weather forecast.
“Well, I don’t think it’ll come though. But the future is unstable.”
“You sure aren’t very clear.”
“Please don’t say that. Someone like me is normal. It’s that woman who’s the exception among exceptions.”
“Moreover, it should be noted that the course is expected to slowly change away from the Toatt region due to its powerful ground’s force field and head to the north, where the force field is weaker.”
The radio said the same things as Mattalast did before.
“Well, it seems to be fine.”
Saying this, Hamyuts switched off the radio.
“Seems to be.”
Hamyuts looked up at the cloudy sky.
“Come to think of it, that woman never once in her life had to worry about ‘Should I bring an umbrella today?’ and things like that.”
“Probably. I’m also like that, though.”
“I wonder how prescient people feel. What about you, Mattalast?”
Mattalast shook his head.
“I don’t know. That woman is orders of magnitudes above me. I have no idea about thousand years from now.”
“That’s true…”
Hamyuts sighed.
“The Ever-Laughing Witch, huh… I wonder if she predicted what we’re doing as well.”
“She might have.”
“I wonder what that woman thought about.”
“Who knows.”
They seemed to lose interest in their chatter.
“A whole year had already pa.s.sed.”
Mattalast said, his tone becoming serious.
“That’s true.”
“…Seems like it’s going to be a long fight.”
“Right.”
While saying this, Hamyuts began thinking about long past events as well as their current battle.
A year ago, in the fall of 1923, Hamyuts Meseta led a squad of Armed Librarians to a.s.sault a ship anch.o.r.ed at Allow bay, east of the Ismo Republic.
It was the base of a terror organization found and investigated by the Ismo Republic. The President of the Ismo Republic entrusted the mission to the highly combat-able Armed Librarians.
Their strategy which was thought to easily wrap up the whole business was met with unexpected problems.
A powerful barrier being erect from the ship to its outside completely camouflaged it.
While trying to penetrate this barrier, the Magicians of the Armed Librarian squad were attacked by people. About a dozen men wearing life jackets pretended to surrender themselves to the ship Hamyuts was riding in, and then exploded. The second wave of human bombs came to attack the Armed Librarians who were thrown into the ocean.
Six hours later, there were no enemies left. There were one casualty and six wounded on the Armed Librarians’ side. For them, this was a rare result.
The Armed Librarians that somehow took control of the situation rushed onboard.
And what they found there seemed unbelievable.
More than one hundred people were kept inside the ship. They weren’t just on the ship. They were being kept inside. They were pushed inside a narrow stone room, living among the smell of dirt and feces. There was nothing in the room, not even a bed, except a bucket with bait inside it and moldy bread crumbs thrown around.
The people kept inside couldn’t understand their situation and had low intelligence. Most of them had their spirit destroyed to the extent they couldn’t even use human speech.
They were called Meats. They received the same treatment as cattle or chickens. They were human livestock; pigs wearing a man’s skin.
Even for the Armed Librarians, who witnessed countless scenes of carnage, their appearance was nauseating.
The terrorists were treating them as useful tools. Some of them were used for medical experiments, some of them were made living bombs, and some were used as bait for wild animals.
From the memoirs left behind by the terrorists, Hamyuts knew that the Indulging G.o.d Cult was involved. They weren’t an organization acting alone, but a subordinate organization of the Indulging G.o.d Cult.
The Indulging G.o.d Cult was an illegal cult that all nations as well as the Armed Librarians have tried to crack down using all of their efforts. Even just knowing about it – let alone joining it – was against the law. The Books of people involved with the Indulging G.o.d Cult were sealed under more than four levels, and all of the “Indulging G.o.d Cult” entries in the world’s encyclopedias were being censored by the top ranks.
All public organizations, starting with the Armed Librarians, have tried to crack them down for a long time.
The Indulging G.o.d Cult had just one doctrine.
“Man and G.o.d are one and the same, thus thy soul is the soul of G.o.d.
Thy happiness is the happiness of G.o.d, and thy grief is the grief of G.o.d.
Thy only purpose is to fulfill thyself. All is for G.o.d’s sake.”
On the basis of this one doctrine, all of their desires for money, glory, food, s.e.x, domination, destruction and many more have been justified.
Also, they denied the existence of any law or order interfering with the achievement of their desires, mocking concepts like justice and equality and declaring concepts like kindness, romantic love, familial love and camaraderie as worthless.
For them, every action to fulfill their desires was legitimate, everything hindering it needed to be eliminated, and sacrifices towards their goals were acceptable.
Thus all members of the Indulging G.o.d Cult were able to calmly conduct all sorts of inhuman atrocities.
For them, there was no concept of humanity. It was because all of their behavior was legitimate. They also had no concept of helping each other. Even fellow cult members might become enemies if they stood in each other’s ways.
Just describing their countless crimes would fill up an entire book. People like the general known as “Devil Warlord” Malgeaz who ma.s.sacred a million people during his three years in office, “Meat Grove” Barea II who became the ruler of the Magic Capital Baerase and devoted his life to debauchery, or the “Ever-Laughing Witch” Shiron Booyacornish were renowned. Of course, the public didn’t know they have belonged to the Indulging G.o.d Cult.
Hamyuts immediately ordered the annihilation of the Cult and dispatched her men to various places.
They had only one clue.
Only the name of the leader had been left in the terrorists’ memoirs – Cigal Crukessa.
Cigal spoke indifferently as if describing a story he had seen at the cinema just yesterday.
He talked about the doctrine of the Indulging G.o.d Cult and their activities.
“…Such a cult…”
Relia, who heard these explanations from Cigal, was trembling.
“So that’s why even knowing about it is a felony.”
“Exactly, Relia-kun. Hahaha. You are also a criminal.”
Are you kidding me? Relia cursed in his heart, but didn’t let it out of his mouth.
“…I don’t mind. I’ve thrown my life away.”
“Hah, you did?”
He could see Cigal averting his face while saying this. Relia couldn’t understand why he did so.
“Thrown your life away.”
“Yes.”
Relia couldn’t understand Cigal’s aversion.
Cigal took a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it.
“I see. So, Relia-kun. Do you know why the Indulging G.o.d Cult still exists? It went through a thorough crackdown. They went to amazing efforts.”
“…I don’t know.”
Cigal shrugged.
“That’s because they are right. People of the Indulging G.o.d Cult are the only ones to serve G.o.d in the true sense of the word. For example, Past G.o.d Bantorra and Present G.o.d Bantorra are only the Overseers for the true G.o.d. Hamyuts Meseta who serves it is but a trifling human. She doesn’t know anything about G.o.d’s happiness.
During the Paradise Era all humans were happy, and accordingly G.o.d was also happy. G.o.d’s happiness is none other than man’s happiness.
But after a long time, man’s worth fell to disastrous levels. People as trifling as Hamyuts Meseta began controlling the world, ignoring people’s true happiness.
We must rise up against this reality.
We have to embody the true happiness for the sake of G.o.d. Isn’t it so, Relia?”
“…”
Relia couldn’t really tell if he was being honest. But it seemed Cigal didn’t care whether Relia understood him or not.
He only knew that this man wasn’t Hamyuts’s subordinate.
“So you don’t understand. Relia. To achieve true happiness, people like Hamyuts are no good at all. Well then, return to your friends already and kill Hamyuts Meseta.”
“Hamyuts?”
Relia’s confused mind accelerated when he heard those words. His emotions and thoughts arrived at a single conclusion.
“Cigal-san… Cigal. Are you the boss of the Indulging G.o.d Cult?”
“Huh? You can’t understand even that?
Oh no. Man’s value really has fallen. Why do I have to listen to this idiot?”
Relia placed his hand inside his chest, feeling the texture of the vacuum tube with his fingers.
“What are you trying to do, Relia?”
Cigal said while blowing a cloud of smoke.
“Why did you talk with me?”
“Out of boredom. Because Hamyuts is taking forever to come here.”
“That’s all?”
“I’m regretting it now. I’m already fed up with your idiocy.”
“…”
“Return to your fellow bombs already.”
Relia felt blood rushing to his head. He talked to Cigal with a voice trembling with excitement.
“Let me ask you one thing. Depending on your answer, I might spare you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You talked about true happiness, right, Cigal?”
Relia stroked the vacuum tube on top of his clothes.
“Yes, I did.”
“What do you think of the humans who became unhappy for the sake of your true happiness?”
“What are you saying? Is there even such a thing?”
Cigal’s expression of truly not understanding him rubbed Relia’s feelings the wrong way.
“I’m asking you what you feel about people like Hyoue, Colio, and me. Answer, Cigal Crukessa.”
“Oh, I don’t know what you mean by that.”
Cigal pointed with the cigarette towards Relia’s face.
“Aren’t you just bombs?”
Suddenly, Relia was grinning.
No-one will ever know the reason for this smile, and probably not even Relia himself knew.
Perhaps even he didn’t notice that he was smiling.
In any case Relia was smiling, and while smiling, he moved his fingers.
His fingers crushed the vacuum tube inside his chest, and his final smile was blasted to smithereens.
Cigal moved.
“Again?”
“Bring some water, quickly!”
Casting a skeptical gaze at the worried face of the people who witnessed the third bombing incident, Cigal Crukessa left the tavern. He returned his drawn sword to his waist.
Cigal leaned on a nearby wall, took out another cigarette and lit it.
And along with the exhaled smoke, he talked to himself.
“That was seriously stupid. If he died anyway he should have attacked Hamyuts instead so that his life would have some small worth.
And if he was going to die to entertain me, it shouldn’t have been such an inelegant manner of death. I wonder what he thought about life. Well, he probably wasn’t thinking at all. There are plenty of people like him.
Also, I can hardly understand them diminishing their own values. But even if I were to understand people like that, nothing good will come of it. Hahaha.”
Cigal’s cigarette had the smell of gunpowder.
He frowned and threw the cigarette away. He even started discarding everything in his pockets. There was some ash even on his black suit.
“It sure became unpleasant. The entire world is like this. Everything is so wrong.
I wonder if there’s really no angel that can save and love me?”
Cigal gazed at the sky. The clouds floating above have accelerated a little bit. A storm was approaching.
“Making money is silly. Even such a thing bothering me is a sign of the wrong things in this world. Trifling people such as Hamyuts Meseta making a fuss really troubles me. So stupid.”
Cigal kept talking to himself.
Ia Mira, dressed in pajamas and lying on her side on one of two side-by-side beds, awoke because of a distant explosion.
Looking at the column of smoke rising from the distance, she recalled the bombing incident that killed Cartohelo.
“Isn’t this the third one?”
While saying this, Ia shook due to the cold.
There were people running in a hurry among the wind that was growing stronger. They were carrying buckets full of water or wheelbarrows loaded with sand to somewhere.
It was night and the wind was growing strong.
The radio said the typhoon would come close while maintaining its force.
“…Cartohelo.”
Ia murmured this name.
Now, the name of her lover that once helped her anxiety disappear only served to increase it further.
She was terribly cold.
Since a while ago, she felt some irritation inside her chest.
What was she made to drink?
“Carth.e.l.lo…”
Ia muttered again. The anxiety she bore just got heavier.