I Am an Evil God

15-Conquest

Feint roamed every town he could and instilled doubts about God.

Can a thing that cannot kill a single human be called a god?

Can you be sure that what you believe is God?

This was the gist of Paint’s argument.

While Feint ran through the seven villages, no being could stop it.

Feint is an apostle of Lemfra, and from their point of view, he came to inform them of the existence of demons. Why can’t he stop himself?

Thus, Feint arrived at the last village.

“The reason those you call gods can’t stop me is simple. They are not gods.”

Paint said after overpowering the village chief of the last village.

“If the things you believe in don’t stop me because of their lack of ability, then they are not gods. How can you call a god if even a human can’t stop it?”

Paint went on a lap around the village and continued.

“If the things you believe in do not stop me because they have no will, then they are not gods either. How can you regard them as gods when they do not help those they rule when they are in danger.”

The paint turned and moved out of town.

“I’ll give you time until I come to this place next time. Decide. Keep your god. Or join us.

When Feint was about to leave the village with the women, the village chief and the woman acting as God’s representative opened her mouth.

“I will believe. Lemfra-sama, I will believe.”

“Good idea.”

The paint grinned at her and turned her back to look at her.

Other villages have yet to show any signs of succumbing to Feint, but I really liked the fact that even the last village succumbed to Mr. Lemfra.

“However, we cannot agree with the fact that the person we worship is not a god. Our god is of a lower rank than Lemfra, but he is clearly a god.”

The woman’s eyes contained a small conviction.

She couldn’t accept that the person she worshiped was degraded to a non-god, even though she had been commanded by the gods to obey them absolutely.

Even though his god gave up everything and went under Lemfra.

Alfre, the head of the eighth village, was able to get more information as he was the owner of the last village to be attacked.

As a result, the only conclusion he could draw was information that he would not be able to defeat his opponent no matter what.

Lemfra’s faith was so strong that he thought that telling his children to continue to believe in him would harm the followers.

“Please spare my life.”

So he put his head first and prayed when Lemfra followed Feint to his village.

If he had been in the first village and had surrendered earlier because he felt the difference in status the moment he saw Lemfra, he might have been treated a little better, but he asked for an apology too slowly.

“You can’t let me in as my god. You dare not make the leader of those who cursed me as a god, can you?”

“I don’t mind anything. Please save my followers at least.”

Alfre’s earnest words gave Lemfra an interesting idea.

After ordering Alfre to make the leader of the followers submit to Feint, he spoke to Feint.

[Are you listening to the paint?]

“I hear you. Lord Lemfra.”

[The fragments they follow have committed a great sin of daring to curse at me and consider me a demon. But I am a good god who knows forgiveness. If they appoint Alfre, the one they follow, as the slave god of all the gods and pay for all his sins, he will be put in the position of god.]

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The paint conveyed Lemfra’s words exactly.

“Slaves… Gods?”

“Yes, it’s a slave god. Did you say Alfre? That fragment will live as a slave to Lady Lemfra, Lady Catria, and Lady Ifritia. Or you can live as slaves forever. It’s all up to you.”

“What must I do to free Alfre?”

“I just told you. You just have to be loyal to Lemfra-sama, and if you behave well enough, Lemfra-sama will free Alfre.”

The girl’s eyes burned.

She was too young compared to the other village chiefs, but she was a young girl with enough potential to be chosen by God and rise to the position of village chief.

“Okay. I will obey Lemfra from now on.”

“Then, please take care of me in the future. For more information, let’s talk about occupying all the other villages.”

The paint left town.

“Alfre-sama… A slave god…”

The girl understood this and asked.

Who is Alfre?

It was a god who appeared to his own village just before it was destroyed and saved them.

He couldn’t express his sorrow that he became a slave to other gods.

Her heart ached and tears welled up in her eyes.

She clutched at her chest and sat down in pain that seemed like her heart would be shattered at any moment.

‘Dear Alfre. Please answer my question.’

Alfre did not respond to the girl’s words.

It was because Alfre, who had been appointed as a slave god, was now unable to use divine power without Lemfra’s permission.

“Everyone, listen up. We will put Alfre in the position of a god no matter what.”

The girl got up from her seat and looked around the town.

“We owe Alfre so much grace that we can’t repay it. Now it’s our turn to repay that grace.”

“What do you mean?”

“I will do whatever comes my way! I will obey the creator god, Lemfra, and work desperately for Lemfra until I put Alfre back in the position of a god. Did you understand!”

Her screams reached the villagers.

The villagers were also the ones who had been helped by Alfre.

I was ready to do anything to put Alfre back on the throne.

“Okay!”

Thus began their long journey to free the slave god Alfre.

***

Eight villages quickly succumbed.

Alfre managed to maintain his existence by quickly surrendering, but the others did not.

In order to somehow save their modest divinity, they forced their followers to believe in them, and the believers lost their faith in the impatient appearance of the gods.

Some of them came to believe that Lemfra was a real creator god, and began to suspect that their god was simply a fragment created by Lemfra, and that fragment was corrupted and did not believe in Lemfra.

The reason I was fascinated by Feint’s overwhelming force rather than the god I’ve been with for two years is because the gods only talk to selected humans like the village chief, not ordinary humans.

The village chief, who communicated directly with the gods, had great faith, but other believers, who were not the village chief, had a level of weak faith that allowed them to grow doubts endlessly once they doubted them.

In addition, anxiety came over me that if I rebelled against the creator god more, I would be subjected to terrible things after death.

The women around Paint said that in their mythology there is a world where the dead go.

Those who made great contributions to Lemfra in life were blessed even after death, but those who harmed Lemfra were punished even after death.

With the fear of the afterlife added to their waning faith, it was not so difficult for them to turn their backs on their god.

All the villages, except for Alfre, who surrendered themselves, started as low believers and slowly began to believe in Lemfra and judged that their god was no big deal.

Just as the trend was trending toward Lemfra, the chiefs of eight villages, including those that had already been destroyed, gathered in one place and ran away from the villages they had built.

They had no choice but to run away from the village, where they were treated as gods, fearing that even the village chiefs, who were faithful believers, would lose their faith if they continued like this.

Their power will soon be rapidly waning.

It would be very difficult for those who existed in the myth of more than 1,000 people who received strong faith from an average of 200 people to live with only the faith of a group of less than 10 village chiefs.

I didn’t think they would become more of a threat.

As the village chief abandoned his village and left, ordinary villagers easily succumbed to Lemfra.

It will take a lot of time to teach them the proper Lemfra faith, but the original purpose of spreading the Lemfra faith to other villages has been successfully achieved.