The Money-Mad Holy Knight Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Until It's Done (2)

"I can show myself off before countless spectators."

Ruelle was born with the qualities of a star.

However, having been born and raised in the slums of a war-torn zone, she had never had the opportunity to show it off.

Her parents, who raised Ruelle, always warned her.

"Ruelle, your appearance is dangerous. You could be kidnapped if you walk around alone, so be careful."

When Ruelle lost her parents in the war, she picked up a child who had been abandoned like herself.

"Hoya, unlike , you will live fulfilling your dreams."

As she raised the child, she had no choice but to set aside the dreams she harbored in her heart.

Like her own parents, she wanted to live modestly while raising the child.

"This land will be occupied by the Garcian Kingdom!!!"

"From now on, this place belongs to the Allied Forces."

However, the world was not as lenient.

Though the war-torn zone was barren land overflowing with demon realms and monsters, it had advantages beyond that.

It was a strategic location, and the entrance to a labyrinth was even contained within the demon realm.

Moreover, when you dug into the land, [Gold] would often appear.

Co down upon us!

In that hell, Ruelle ran carrying the child on her back.

She evaded the Allied Forces and drove back the Kingdom's plunderers.

Then she encountered a Black Mage.

"Ho, Hoya! Ah, no!!"

At that mont, Ruelle lost the child.

A bitter sorrow enveloped her.

"Such desperate despair."

To that despair, the Black Mages approached wanting to accept her.

"All these tragedies are caused by war brought about by those who call themselves nations."

Ruelle bit her lips.

Blood stread down.

Looking around, the land was full of corruption from black magic power.

Everything around her was only darkness.

There, the Black Mages whispered.

"How about joining us?"

She prayed in her pain.

She did not listen to the voice of darkness.

She earnestly wished for soone.

Soone who would save her.

For salvation to co to this terrible world.

That prayer brought a white woman.

Riferoze Astia.

A pure white girl appeared holding a massive greatsword.

"A sister is born from such darkness. Truly, it is the grace of God."

She had a newborn baby stuck in her front fold, and a brilliant radiance shone brilliantly around the child.

'A girl with a baby?'

It was an incongruous sight.

However, the Black Mages were terrified upon seeing the girl.

They trembled without uttering a single word.

The child looked at the Black Mages with a strangely bloody smile.

"Drive out the darkness from this land."

Then the incongruous white girl extended her hand downward to the ground.

Kuwoong!

A massive pillar of sacred power rose, and the darkness that filled the world was instantly driven away.

After that, she swung her sword.

Everything beca quiet.

"I et a sister. Will you co with us?"

However...

Ruelle could not accept her.

"The baby isn't luggage, and if you just carelessly stick it in your clothes like that, what will happen to it!!! Normally the neck would break and the child would die!"

Ruelle lacked education.

Thus, she did not recognize Riferoze.

"Is there a separate way to carry a child? The baby didn't cry, so I thought it liked it—."

"Give it to quickly!"

Thus Ruelle faced light in the darkness.

It was a distant past now.

As Ruelle recalled that ti, she looked before her eyes.

'That back then......'

Over a hundred thousand spectators filled all around her.

A church created with myths carved into it.

A long stage was placed on top of its roof.

Ruelle stepped onto it.

'Wearing such a magnificent dress.'

Right after Ruelle appeared, cheers filled all around.

Waaaaaaaaa!!!

Was this not what Erik had spoken of—the life of a pop star?

Her fingertips trembled and her heart pounded. The spectators, increased by more than double compared to last ti, were clearly visible.

They were packed densely like small dots.

"Ah!"

Ruelle let out a thrilling exclamation.

This stage was where she stood up, treading upon her sad past.

It was also a place that her beloved people had created together.

Swish!

She drew her hand horizontally.

Silence fell upon the empire.

Click-clack!

The church, transford into a mythical appearance, was grand and majestic.

Ruelle's stiletto heels stepped on the stage.

All eyes followed that footstep.

A thin dress that a goddess from Greek mythology might wear.

It was mysterious and solemn in appearance, yet the curvaceous body and flowing dress evoked depravity.

At that sight, everyone held their breath.

"Do you believe in everyone?"

And the mysterious tone that followed.

When all these things shed together, a common word ca to the minds of the spectators.

I believe!!!

Being rely the Saint of the Empire was insufficient.

After the fanatic prayer eting ended.

On this day, Ruelle received a new epithet.

They called her the Goddess of the Empire.

***

After finishing the service, Ruelle entered the church's first-floor lobby with an exhausted expression.

She approached the long chair where Erik was sitting and laid her body down.

Ruelle rested her head on Erik's lap and looked up at him.

"How was it?"

Erik wanted to say, "You absolutely killed it," but instead refined his vocabulary with so elegance.

"You wrote mythology into the empire."

"Mythology, what...? Since there's no doctrine, there's a problem with not having much to say during the prayer eting."

Ruelle wanted to exchange feedback in real ti.

However, Erik blocked this.

"Would doctrine even be a problem?"

Then he expounded on how grand and magnificent this prayer eting was.

Starting from the proof that the spectators moved as one body, to the addition that one phrase of "Do you believe?" was more than enough.

Furthermore.

"Even those non-believing possessors poured out GP at that level, so there's nothing lacking in Ruelle's prayer eting."

At the sowhat exaggerated tone, Ruelle narrowed her eyes.

"So how much did you earn?"

[ 385,604,550 GP]

"385 million and 500 thousand."

At those words, Ruelle bolted upright.

They had earned 100 million from the previous prayer eting, and considering the increased spectators, wasn't the GP earned more than double?

It was truly overwhelming.

"You worked hard."

"Well, I do it because I like it."

Ruelle smiled softly.

A life where she could experience sothing so magnificent every Sunday.

How joyful could that be?

"There's still more good news."

"What is it?"

"Now the temple facilities have been completed."

A ssage that appeared right after the prayer eting ended.

[Temple facilities have been completed.]

In other words, the training ground and resurrection point had been completed.

The World Tree also showed no intention of driving it away, keeping the path to the temple wide open.

"Isn't it said that when work starts flowing smoothly, everything flows at once?"

Moreover, there was another piece of good news.

Paaat!

[Faith system learning has been completed.]

[Heretic Inquisitor - Previous Cost: 100,000,000 GP]

It ant that implanting a faith system in believers was now possible.

"That, that ans......"

However, Ruelle could not rejoice wholeheartedly.

"Yes, your teacher is coming."

Erik headed out of the temple.

In the distance, from the north of the empire, a red sky approaching was clearly visible.

Moreover, the speed of approach was insanely fast.

"They'll arrive soon."

Looking at the intense red color, it was clear that she was truly the teacher.

Moreover, at that vast size, Erik's eyes narrowed.

'The teacher's heart is also subli.'

That size was the sky itself.

As Erik looked to the distant place, Ruelle slightly crossed her arms and asked.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Ah, I think it would be good if we saw the temple together."

"That, that's......"

Ruelle felt a sense of loss that this monopoly of ti was ending.

Should they see the temple first?

As she had such a thought.

"Can you handle it?"

A mischievous joke was heard.

It was not a statent with Erik himself as the subject, like before.

"Is Riferoze angry?"

"That's right. Even His Majesty the Emperor couldn't do anything, but she's the one who made the Northern Archduke get a chestnut bump..."

A chill ran down the backs of both of them.

Ruelle naturally changed the subject.

"So, why did you gather all the possessors?"

The first floor of the church was not opened to general believers in this prayer eting.

The reason was that about 300 possessors were given a ti of prayer.

All of them had completed their appointnt as [Believers] and beco beings favored by divinity.

"From now on, they will beco the first army of my temple."

In other words, they would receive teachings from Teacher Riferoze.

However, since implenting this suddenly would be problematic, Erik climbed the pulpit to give a long speech.

"Pay attention."

At the heavy baritone, about 300 possessors looked at Erik.

"You have been born anew. Thus, you will need new learning befitting that body."

The possessors have a high proportion from East Asia, Korea, China, and Japan.

So Erik began his speech in a way that emphasized scholarly passion.

"I will tell you about Riferoze Astia, who will be in charge of your education."

Riferoze is soone great who grew up together with the Pope and occupies the center of the Astia Religious Order.

She is a master of the sword who established an entirely new ceremonial swordsmanship for the order, a saint, and an overwhelmingly brilliant genius who raised Erik himself.

"Your teacher's teachings are absolute."

The stories of Jang Du-sik and Janson were also included.

"As you all know, Janson is a possessor. But his body has reached the realm of Sword Master. Now he's at the point of looking beyond that."

The possessors beca increasingly fascinated by those words.

After Erik's speech ended.

"Wow, insane."

"So...? Isn't that saying she's a legendary teacher who raised a president and made a minister?"

"No, if we compare it to Earth, strength equals money, right? We should see her as soone who raised multiple CEOs of conglorates with hundreds of trillions in total assets."

When compared to modern standards, it didn't make sense.

The possessors were filled with hope.

However, only three people in this place couldn't believe Erik's words.

Tremble, tremble, tremble!

Park Chang-ho, Kang Pung-ho, Nishida Ryo.

The three exchanged glances.

And they quietly had a conversation just among themselves.

"I was wondering why she made us attend the service......"

Nishida looked at Ruelle properly for the first ti.

Despite wearing a thin, exposed dress, her natural aura evoked a mythical feeling.

"A goddess of beauty like Aphrodite!"

"Nishida, keep your voice down a bit."

"Chang-ho, everyone can hear it anyway. Seriously, doesn't this feel like The Last Supper? I could die without regrets."

Nishida Ryo was that satisfied.

Ruelle's appearance was truly like a goddess from Greek mythology.

Even the title of goddess was insufficient.

Yet even while seeing that, [Death Sense] didn't activate.

The reason beca clear now.

"Park Chang-ho, why are you like that?"

Shiver!

Park Chang-ho was trembling.

It was the feeling of receiving an electric shock when sothing very good happens, and it feels sharp when sothing bad happens.

He was experiencing both simultaneously.

Park Chang-ho squeezed his eyes shut.

"An incredibly good thing and a terrible thing coexist......"

He had seen the danger of the white woman while following Erik across the battlefield.

Didn't she crush that Erik's head and drive it into the ground?

"You guys, could it be the last parting gift?"

"...Death Sense is, ugh!"

Suddenly, Nishida also began to tremble.

The three possessors quietly looked at the church courtyard.

Massive Erik was looking at the distant sky.

His eyes moved back and forth as if he was looking at sothing—

'Why is Kang Pung-ho not saying anything?'

Park Chang-ho suddenly rembered that Kang Pung-ho had been going out frequently lately.

"Pung-ho, you haven't heard anything? You've been with the priest a lot lately."

At that question, Kang Pung-ho puffed out his cheeks.

"Pung-ho? Hmph!"

It was a cold dismissal.

***

"How is it?"

In the transford temple, Erik faced two won.

Next to the grand and enormous golden temple, a large training ground had been built.

Moreover, in the exact center of the temple, a round tile with a pillar of light pouring down had appeared.

That light was truly a space for resurrection.

"...You're saying that dead believers are truly resurrected in that pillar of light?"

Riferoze looked at the training ground with very interested eyes.

On it, possessors in white training robes were lined up in rows and columns.

"Eek—."

The one with the chubbiest build kept letting out screams, which stimulated Riferoze's interest.

"Hoo—. A body that reacts to killing intent."

She asked Erik.

"Are they truly dead and brought back to life?"

Riferoze's training thod is extre.

It was logic that people are sharpened more keenly at the crossroads of life and death.

Moreover, she harbored the crazy idea of comparing humans to flowers and steel.

Anyway, the possessors would undergo training akin to death.

After finishing his thoughts, Erik boasted to his teacher.

"If they die, they'll imdiately be resurrected in that pillar of light."

Then Riferoze's eyes curved with a thick smile.

"I'm curious."

Swish!

She swung her sword.

Then.

Pueong!

One person standing on the training ground disappeared.

The possessors saw nothing.

'It went swish and then boom?'

However, the red blood pouring from the sky made them infer what had happened.

A situation where screaming would be appropriate.

However, no one could scream.

Ssaaaaaaa!

Next to the training ground, in the temple.

The pillar of light in the center was molding a human body.

"Huh—. So resurrection truly happens imdiately."

Riferoze was unable to hide her admiration at that sight.

"L, lord, we die and co back?"

"Wait, no. We weren't supposed to train with that guy, were we?"

The possessors, with an overwhelmingly high female ratio, were startled and looked around.

But only briefly.

"Ugh—!"

Nishida Ryo, whose resurrection had just begun, let out a scream.

Since his head was ford first, everything around was loud.

Seeing that face, Jang Du-sik tilted his head.

"Hey, brother... isn't that a different guy?"

Only then did Erik feel embarrassed.

'I should have used customization to fix the body...'

A chubbier body shape.

And yellow-tinted skin.

Furthermore...

"Can a human really be that small?"

Then a pure white afterimage flickered, and a chestnut bump ca down on Du-sik's head.

Pak!

"Gaack!"

It was Riferoze.

"Du-sik, you should not disparage a person's natural body. If one is born small, you should live with gratitude to your father......"

Glancing at Nishida, Riferoze turned her back and looked at Erik.

Her eyes were quite serious.

"So resurrection truly happens."

She had also heard about the temple's system, so she should know.

"How much does it cost?"

At that question, Erik laughed deeply.

"1 GP."

"rely 1?"

That ant.

Infinite troop production was possible.

"From now on, we can produce about 200 million of them."