Chapter 625

Chapter 10: The Book – Part 2

Fifteen years after my father’s death, at the age of 21, what I saw was a spreading abyss of mud that threatened to engulf the Red River, and people dying of starvation and disease, buried by sand and dust in the yellow earth.

After flipping to the next page of the list, these words met my eyes first:

The handwriting was uneven and crooked, just like before, as if written by a crawling insect.

That woman was so beautiful, yet her writing was truly ugly…

I pouted and rubbed my little belly.

Continuing to read on,

[This world has become so unbearable, under the persecution of so-called saints for a thousand years, starting from the earlier Cartelgarin, the great deity’s wrath has become almost unbearable today. Unfortunately, those heroic figures who once dared to rise up in resistance, the spiritual legacy passed down through generations, have long since changed beyond recognition, becoming something even I can no longer recognize.]

“…”

My face itched, so I reached up to scratch it.

…Persecution by saints for a thousand years?

What were they persecuting…

I felt somewhat disdainful about this.

Certainly, the church had many problems, but without them establishing and maintaining the rules and order necessary to support society, human life might be much harder now…

Although currently, people led by Angel—perhaps many people—are indeed doing evil, with unknown purposes and ambitions, this only represents the actions of a part of them.

I even think that under such a pope’s leadership, the church may stray from its path… or perhaps it already has.

But this does not allow me to fundamentally deny the entire church or their contributions to humanity.

At least, they were true pioneers and leaders on the path of human progress.

This is undeniable.

Those saints in history had quelled countless wars, plagues, and disasters, provided sufficient food for the hungry, gradually established trade systems, allowing people who were willing to work to live better and more dignified lives, set up orphanages in many cities, giving homeless children a place to go, and even an ideal life.

And those knights I witnessed with my own eyes.

They defended the citizens with their lives, protecting people from demonic threats, spilling their blood on that land…

Even though the roots of the church had rotted long ago.

But at least so far, ordinary believers still strive to provide welfare for many people in danger, extending a helping hand. Those valiant knights of the church still hold their honor and duty, primarily to protect the deity’s children.

And you, the Gate of Truth, what have you done?

You are destroying these things.

You killed those pitiful children, supported the rebellion forces of the Valen Empire and Ethenbel, launched wars, destroyed the peace and prosperity of Silgaya’s southern regions, ruined countless lives, “peace” will never be associated with you. You have created nothing; you are only destroying and annihilating…

You bring misfortune to all innocent people through the most extreme means.

A bunch of villains.

How dare you claim to be heroes…

Thinking this, I felt a surge of anger.

But you do this and seem to feel justified, there must be deeper reasons behind this…

I warned myself of this.

To know the truth, I must understand this reason.

With this thought, I could barely endure reading the rest of the book carefully.

[The Gate of Truth has long been dead.]

The next line reads: [Fifteen years ago, on that stormy night, I personally saw my father slain by the old sword saint, Leon. My mother, carrying my sister, died alongside him. At that moment, maybe even earlier, the Gate of Truth had actually ceased to exist entirely.

All I have left is Messer Town.]

So, is this the main base of the Gate of Truth?

Not…

It shouldn’t be…

If this were truly the main base, the Church would have found us long ago and eliminated us all…

So, is it just an ordinary town?

… How could that be possible.

Even a little girl knows so much; how can this place be considered ordinary…

Biting my nails in thought, I shook my head, finding the chair too hard and the table too high, which made sitting uncomfortably. So, I picked up the booklet again, lifted my legs up, placed my bare feet on the chair, leaned back against the chair, and curled up, holding the booklet in my hands as I continued to read.

[Luckily, I have been hiding here for over a decade, and the Church has never managed to find me or locate the great Sin Goddess’s spirit.]

Heh…

Should I laugh at how foolish the Church is, or should I consider myself incredibly lucky…

[They only destroyed the Gate of Truth, killing almost everyone who hadn’t forgotten their original purpose, including my father. However, they let the clowns, those detestable madmen, escape. Apart from Sebastian, there is no one else I can trust or rely on.

Over the years, I’ve almost forgotten what happened that night. Even my hatred has faded, and their faces have become blurry in my memory. But I still remember my father’s last words with perfect clarity.

He said that as long as the goddess’s spirit hasn’t been found by them, there is still hope.

Yes.

I firmly believe in this.

Apart from believing, I have no other choice.

I must inherit my father’s will and accomplish what he couldn’t. My life’s meaning and goal were determined from the moment I was born as the daughter of the Great Demon of the Gate of Truth, and this cannot be changed.]

!

She is the daughter of the Great Demon!

No wonder…

[I took Sebastian back to the Sand Valley, where I reconnected with the goddess’s spirit. I asked to continue the mission, and she granted me even greater power, and I survived as if reborn.

Afterward, I began gathering the escaped madmen, those who had truly become a plague to humanity as members of the Gate of Truth. I showed them my power and told them to follow me because I am the daughter of the Gate Master, and I will become the next Gate Master. They will all become my disciples.

I told them that if they obeyed me, I would allow them to meet the God of Truth, who would grant them greater power, the power of blood sacrifice. This was the agreement I made with the great deity. According to the goddess’s will, I will risk everything to return to Westland soon, resurrect the deity’s body sealed in Woodward Forest, and I already know that the Dragon Homeland is there.

The goddess promised me that once her body is recreated and her powers restored, she would eliminate all the abyssal beings released by the Mother Goddess, causing chaos to vanish from the world, and allowing the great deity to regain control of the world order, which the Church has disrupted.

As for those evil ones…

They will die one by one during the upcoming war in Westland, over the course of several years of sacrifices.

I will use the time ahead to gather more people, using their flesh and blood to nourish the goddess’s spirit, providing it with endless vitality. As the spirit recovers, it will bestow more people with the power of blood sacrifice, though such power cannot be borne by bodies without angelic eggs planted within them.

But most of them don’t know this.

What they want is simply to become stronger, strong enough to act recklessly and dominate.

I gave them that strength.

I made them increasingly insane.

Father…

I realize I might be making a serious mistake.

But at least, I see the hope you spoke of.

I will risk everything and bear all to fulfill your wishes.

After that, maybe I too will die…

It doesn’t matter.

This is enough.]