“He’s a heretic!! There’s no other explanation!! How can you just brush this off like it’s nothing?! This is heresy inquisition—do it properly!! I refuse to accept this!! That man is a worshiper of an evil god!! He needs to be examined more closely! Use mind control, stronger miracles—whatever it takes!! Do something!!”

Tuidel looked completely unhinged.

Her half-rolled eyes gleamed with madness, and her frantic gestures bordered on hysterical.

The witches and wizards of the Mage Tower seemed taken aback.

The followers of the Lilia Order, who had been shedding tears of devotion just moments ago, were now gradually transforming into something resembling those crazed clerics from that one berserker manga.

Their expressions looked like they were about to grab their scriptures and shout, “You blasphemous wretch!!”

“Tuidel! You can’t go around making baseless accusations!! Are you trying to put the Mage Tower in jeopardy?!”

A man who appeared to be the Tower Lord shouted. But Tuidel didn’t stop.

“Everyone else is the crazy one!! I mean, seriously, does it make any sense for someone to perform miracles without using magic or divine power??? Has there ever been a saint like that before?! This is a fraud!! A meticulously planned, wicked fraud!! I refuse to accept this ruling!! Even if I have to stand alone—I’ll say it again! That man is no saint!! He’s a con artist!!”

“Such blasphemy!”

High Priest Yodel and the Lilia followers erupted in outrage, jumping to their feet.

Some of the paladins even went so far as to draw their swords, divine energy crackling around them.

“This insult will not stand! How dare you slander our holy saint, you witch!”

Wow.

Absolutely perfect.

If one of them grabbed a holy scripture and smashed someone’s head with it right now, this would turn into that one meme image instantly.

As High Priest Yodel screamed in fury, the judge presiding over the tribunal—

That is, High Priest Gerson of the Silent Order—raised a hand, stopping the Lilia followers.

“Witch of the Mage Tower. You are Tuidel, correct?”

“That’s correct, Lord Gerson. And I cannot accept this verdict! There are historical records of individuals who have deceived people with strange, unidentified sorceries—not magic, not divine power, but something else entirely. Of all people, the Silent Order should be well aware of this! Recognizing someone like that as a saint is far too dangerous!”

Gerson gazed at her with a perfectly expressionless face.

“You speak of the Chosen of the Evil God. The One with a Thousand Faces. Is that correct?”

“That’s it!! Think about it—this is all circumstantial evidence! The miracles he performed, the words he spoke, the memories of those around him—this entire judgment has been based solely on that! I mean no disrespect to the Silent Order, but we must examine his soul! No one knows what sinister schemes he may be hiding in his heart!”

“Th-That’s…!!”

High Priest Yodel had officially entered Mozgus MK2 mode.

I quickly raised a hand to stop him.

For now…

For now, I needed to see how things played out.

“As a member of the Mage Tower participating in this heresy inquisition, I know that I have the right to make this request!! This is an inquisition—a heresy trial against a supposed saint, no less! It must be conducted with the utmost scrutiny! I formally demand that his soul and memories be examined!”

At Tuidel’s words, High Priest Gerson shrugged.

“I acknowledge your request. You do have the right. A heresy trial concerning a saint must be the most thorough and precise of all. If that is your wish, then we shall proceed with an examination of the saint’s soul and memories.”

At those words, Yodel exploded.

“I cannot accept this!! To peer into his soul and memories?! That is something only evil god worshippers or demon cultists would do!! He has already been declared a saint—why must he endure such humiliation?!”

The Lilia followers agreed wholeheartedly.

Their rage was on the verge of turning into an outright riot.

But even as the tension rose, my mind was racing.

No matter what—

I had to prove that I was not a saint.

My memories.

My soul.

Honestly, the thought of someone seeing them was embarrassing.

But there was nothing more concrete than this.

If they looked into my memories, they’d see my past life in Korea.

And if they saw that…

Then that would be the end of the whole “saint” nonsense.

A saint has to be from this world, doesn’t he?

If it was revealed that I came from an entirely different world, no one would believe I was a saint anymore.

I knew.

I knew that exposing my reincarnation was dangerous.

I had no idea how these people would react to someone from another world.

For all I knew, they’d see me as an abomination and try to eliminate me just for that.

After all, not a single protagonist in any of the isekai novels I’d read had ever been dumb enough to outright admit they were reincarnated.

But so what?

I’d rather reveal that I was reincarnated than live in fear of being burned at the stake.

Or being struck down by divine judgment.

A life lived in constant fear of execution?

Yeah, no thanks.

“Very well. You may examine my memories and soul. If that will dispel any lingering doubts, then so be it.”

“Saint…!”

“It must be done properly. High Priest Gerson, please proceed.”

At my words, Gerson simply stared at me.

There was no mistaking the emotion on his face.

Reverence.

“In the presence of Le-Neri, all secrets shall be revealed. Prepare the Miracle of Soul Insight.”

The clerics of the Silent Order gathered around me, beginning their preparations.

Then Gerson turned to Tuidel.

“We will examine his soul. You will examine his memories. Will that be satisfactory?”

Tuidel grinned and stepped forward from the gallery, walking toward me.

“No objections!”

Tuidel and the priests of the Silent Order stood before me. Magic and miracles were cast upon me simultaneously.

“Grace!! This is an outrage!!......”

Yodel, old man. Sorry. Getting mad won’t help. I’m quitting this whole ‘saint’ thing. So, take care, everyone. Now!! Lay bare my past-life memories! I quit being a saint!! Yodel!!

Slowly.

I felt an unfamiliar sensation burrowing into my brain and body. I shut my eyes tightly.

It’s over.

I’ve even exposed my reincarnation. With all this chaos I’ve stirred up…

Please, just let me quit being a saint.

For an hour.

The witch Tuidel and the priests of the Silent Order carefully examined my soul and memories. 

Then, finally, they opened their eyes and stepped away from me.

“The saint’s soul is pure. We detected no traces of black magic or signs of an evil god. We swear upon Le-Neri, Father of Darkness and Secrets. He is not a worshiper of an evil god.”

At the Silent Order’s declaration, the Lilia followers nodded as if this was expected.

“Witch Tuidel. What of the memories you witnessed? Was there anything that marked him as a worshiper of an evil god?”

High Priest Gerson questioned Tuidel.

Tuidel looked visibly disturbed.

“No... No. This is... No... This is strange. Something’s off.”

She muttered frantically.

“How... How are those memories possible? Are they visions of the future? Or are they from before he was even born? That city? Those automobiles? What the hell? What did I just see?”

As she mumbled in confusion, Gerson narrowed his eyes at her.

“Was there anything in those memories that marked him as an evil god worshiper? Yes or no? Speak, Witch Tuidel.”

Tuidel flinched at his words.

“I... I don’t even know how to explain this... I’ll just show you glimpses of what I saw.”

She aimed her wand at her own head and cast a massive illusion spell into the air.

And then, in that illusion, unfolded scenes that were all too familiar to me.

A massive city.

Seoul.

Brilliant nightscapes and the Han River Bridge.

Crowds of people and endless streams of cars filling the streets.

Computers. Smartphones. Food deliveries.

People walking through a world filled with Hangul—

Not the memories of Jericho Amayel.

But the raw, unfiltered memories of Kim Min-gyu, a citizen of South Korea.

The illusions displayed sights that were unmistakably not from the Arkal Empire.

And then, the spell ended.

I closed my eyes.

I did it.

Yes.

I don’t belong in this world.

I’m just some guy who reincarnated here with eroge protagonist skills.

I wasn’t born in this world to begin with!!

Am I still a saint now?

Am I still a saint after all this?!

“W-What... What on earth were those visions...”

Everyone in the tribunal, including High Priest Gerson, wore dumbfounded expressions.

Even Witch Tuidel looked completely lost.

As everyone fell silent, struggling to make sense of what they had just witnessed—

Suddenly.

“Must be because he’s from a lineage of prophets. Looks like he had a vision of the future, no?”

The old restaurant owner, the one I had briefly worked for, casually tossed out a comment.

“It’s obvious. That’s the future! Skyscrapers. Sleek cars filling the streets. Give it about a hundred years, and the Arkal Empire will look exactly like that. What’s everyone so surprised about?”

At his words, the people who had been floundering to interpret what they had just seen suddenly lit up with realization.

“Ah! Of course!...... He is the son of the Jericho family, a lineage of prophets!!”

“That explains it! He had a vision of the future!!”

Oh, for f—

“No!! I’m a reincarnate!! I lived in another world before coming to this one! Don’t you get it?! I am not a saint!! I don’t even belong in this world!!”

As I shouted, one of the priests of the Prophecy Order, dedicated to Luphiel, the God of the Future, rose from his seat.

“Then perhaps you simply retain memories of that world? Is that not the case, Saint?”

“No! It’s not just memories—I actually lived there!!”

At my words, the priest of the Prophecy Order fell into a contemplative silence before speaking once more.

“He is a Seer. Everyone, there are rare cases like his. When the soul is still young and most unrestrained, some individuals witness an exceptionally distant future and mistake those visions as their past lives. We call them Seers.”

“No, I’m not a Seer! I’m a real reincarnate!!.......”

“Let’s test a theory. Saint, despite coming from a lineage of prophets, you were never particularly good at foreseeing the future, were you?”

At those words, the old restaurant owner and the neighbors who had watched me grow up nodded.

“We’ve seen it with our own eyes! He was constantly scolded for failing to predict the future!”

Hearing this, the priest of the Prophecy Order nodded knowingly.

“It is certain. He is a Seer. A rare kind who expended all of his prophetic abilities in early childhood, rendering him unable to foresee the future anymore. The unfamiliar symbols, cities, and landscapes in the visions he just displayed—these are symptoms of a Seer’s early-life prophecy. Because he had not yet learned to read or comprehend the world properly at the time, the shapes of letters, the layout of cities, and the geography all became distorted in his memory.”

“Of course!!”

“We thought he was merely a Saint... But he is also a Seer!!”

I was about to lose my mind.

Even after all this, I’m still a Saint? Now, I’m a Seer too??

Staring blankly into the void, my jaw slack, I could only laugh at the absurdity.

What more do I have to do? How much more proof do they need that I am NOT the Saint?! At this rate, Lilia, the goddess herself, is going to smite me down for fraud!!

I want to cry. I really want to cry, dammit.

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one.

“N-No... There’s no way... T-That bastard can’t really be a Saint...”

Witch Tuidel mumbled, looking utterly deranged.