Main Character Hides His Strength

ntire body.
Something must have happened.
Her left hand was sporadically trembling as she spoke.

“Hey, I’m sorry to suddenly pop in.”

Largo spoke with hesitation.

“Can you attend New Year’s Eve festival with me? It’s..
a bit… to go alone…”

Her voice was taut.
It once again reaffirmed Sungchul’s guesses as to what must have happened in his absence.
However, there were more important things to him at the moment.

“Sorry, but I have to go to the meeting with the Cult of Extinction today.”

“Ah, that’s right…”

Clear sign of disappointment flashed across her eyes.
She let out a lonely laughter as she turned toward the door.

“Sorry for being a burden.”

“If it ends quick.”

Sungchul relented.

“I’ll come right back, if you can wait for me until then that is.”

It was a calm voice, but it was enough to put a smile on her disappointment laden face.
She smiled faintly before speaking with some restored vigor in her voice.

“Don’t be too late.
I could end up going with someone else!”

“…”

Sungchul nodded.
Bertelgia piped up as they headed toward the meeting place.

“I’ve felt this since before, but you’re rather a good person, aren’t you?”

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“You think so?”

“Seeing as you’re being nice to a pitiful but terrible woman that is.
I would’ve just refused.
She’s already done so much to us, and the rumors around her aren’t so good.”

“It’s just been a long while since I enjoyed a festival.
It’s not so bad having company.

Bertelgia shook her body vigorously at those words.

”

“You have me, don’t you?”

“Mm…”

Sungchul let out a faint groan, and she immediately roared up in anger.

“W-what does that mean?!”

“Nothing at all.”

Sungchul somehow arrived at the meeting place of the Cult of Extinction while receiving Bertelgia’s scorn.
When he rapped on the door twice in quick succession then once more with a brief space in between as Largo had told him, the door opened with the sound of locks being undone.

“Ah, are you another follower trying to join the Cult?”

An old woman with quite a bit of age on her greeted Sungchul.
He didn’t notice any unique power from this woman and allowed her to lead him to the basement of the meeting hall.
There were about a dozen people that appeared to be members of the cult inside listening to the middle aged man who was evidentally leading them.
Sungchul quietly listened to the man’s words among the members.
He was speaking in regards to Extinction.

“It isn’t long until extinction.
Countless evidence are pointing toward the fact that the time of extinction is drawing close, and even now, the procession of extinction marches on.”

Within the quite lengthy sermon, Sungchul felt that his words held no context.
They were no better than a repetition of vague words that anyone could say if asked about the topic of extinction, but there were also concerning segments.

“The Scroll of Calamity is an object of deceit.
They speak of false Calamities that were fabricated.
The falsities of this forgery could be discerned by the fact that not a single word exists in reference to the Scroll of Calamity within the first recordings of god’s words.”

He had seen members of the Cult of Calamity try to burn the Scroll of Calamity at the Tower of Recluse in the past.
This claim seemed to be the basis of such actions, but the preacher back then did not explain with any specific claims to the end.
They were simply claims while treating evidence as another story entirely.

‘They say that there isn’t anything good to eat at a well-known party…’

After the sermon was over, there was a moment for the congregation to speak to the preacher.
Sungchul was arranged last.

When he stood before the preacher, he held the scroll that his subordinate had brought him and smiled while speaking.

“Mm.
You appear to be suffering from erectile dysfunction.
Quite a shame.”

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“…”

“Don’t worry.
With the knowledge held by our cult, you will find your health restored.
However, you will have to show a bit of sincerity before that.”

The preacher held out his hand aftering speaking.
He was asking for money.
Sungchul dug through his pockets and brought out a few of his least valuable coins and placed them on the man’s palm.
His brows furrowed.

“Your sincerity is lacking.”

“I am in the process of earning more.”

“If your sincerity is lacking, you can’t attend the gathering of more higher ranking members.”

“Is there something good if I attend the meeting with higher ranking members?”
 

The preacher nodded at Sungchul’s question and explained regarding the cult’s system.
The system of the cult was solidly a pyramidal shape in which more sincerity given by its members meant a rise in their rankings.
Actions such as donations or regular attendance of the meetings could buy trust from cult that would allow one to attend the higher ranked meetings.

“In other words, the meetings you’ve attended so far are for the lowest ranking members.”

The conclusion was simple: all he could earn at this point were more gatherings.

‘It looks like even this will require more time.’

Large amount of donation would breed suspicion, so Sungchul simply promised something for tomorrow and left.
When he had left the meeting hall, the sun was already setting.
Sungchul recalled his promise with Largo and hurried back to the estate.

On his way back, Sungchul could see the festivities unfolding within Section 8.
He could see carts with lanterns emitting colored lights were moving through crowd receiving cheer despite their poverty.
The cheers suddenly grew louder at one point.

“It’s the Masked Saintess!”

“She’s real! It’s the first time I’ve seen her in person.”

Sungchul debated whether to ignore it and keep moving, but the unexpectedly passionate response from the crowd made his join them.
Sungchul saw a face he never expected to see.
Sarasa Xero.
The undead girl who appeared to hold some crucial role within the Cult of Extinction was waving her hand on the cart while receiving escort by some guards didn’t seem ordinary.

‘Why is that kid there? It’s unbelievably brazen.
The imperial soldiers must be searching for her with fire under their asses.’

Whatever the reason was, her appearance was received like a miracle to those living destitute lives in Section 8.
She was being venerated as the Masked Saintess here.
Sungchul could guess how deep the religions influence of the Cult of Extinction who had laid their roots within La Grange actually was from the torrent of passion around him.

It was enough for the Empire to feel threatened.
However, the passion didn’t last long.
The imperial soldiers that had been finally made aware of Sarasa’s appearance had been dispatched there.
Sarasa promised the people of another time and hid herself within the darkness.

There was no better opportunity for Sungchul.
Questions he had regarding the Cult of Extinction would mostly be resolved if he could catch up to her and speak with her.
There would be no need to do something as pathetic as gathering ‘trust’ for some branch organization.

However, the sound of an explosion in the sky made Sungchul hesitate as he tried to chase after her.
The explosion had come from the Floating Royal Palace that had risen into the skies of La Grange.
Fireworks dyed with vibrant colors flew out above the Palace.
The greatest event of the New Year’s Eve that was the fireworks festival had begun.
Largo’s face, full of expectation, flashed across Sungchul’s mind.