Chapter 86
For a few days, I lived well—eating, sleeping, and resting without guilt.
Between those moments, I treated sick people from the slums who visited the temple, and in the evenings, I shared quiet, peaceful time with Iomene, Almeine, and Erfa.
It was the only way I could hold myself together.
The gods of the Pantheon remained utterly silent, without so much as a whisper. And the so-called power of Asmodeus inside my soul… still refused to speak a word.
If I didn’t vent my stress somehow, I’d lose my mind.
“Saint-nim! This is the baby you healed back then! He’s grown so much already!”
“I’m glad to hear it. That tiny infant… this is him?”
“Yes! All thanks to you, Saint-nim! We even named him Amael!”
“H-huh… after me?”
“It’s the most popular name in the capital right now. Everyone’s naming their children Amael. It’s all thanks to you.”
Yeah. That confirmed it.
I couldn’t stay here any longer.
The amount of faith people directed at me was starting to terrify even me.
“What’s this statue?”
“Jonathan Karma built it during the slum renovation project. It was the very first monument he commissioned—to honor you, Saint-nim.”
In the middle of the slums stood a statue of me…
Crumpled on my knees, clutching a collapsed Iomene in my arms, staring mournfully at the sky.
“Saint-nim, another invitation arrived from the nobles. Would you like to attend the banquet?”
Every single day, nobles sent a mountain of invitations asking me to attend their damn feasts.
“Saint-nim, my parents wanted to know why you don’t lead the service.”
“…Service?”
“The Order of Grace holds Mass every Sunday. Until now, it’s been High Priest Yodel leading it, but now that you’re here… don’t you think it’s time you did it? Everyone’s been saying they want to hear your sermon.”
“Almeine… Just out of curiosity, has His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress…?”
“They became followers of Lady Lilia shortly after you left. Not just them. Most of the nobles in the capital have converted too.”
Even the Emperor and the capital’s nobility were now devout followers of Lilia.
Every Sunday, the temple overflowed.
Outside, the great plaza in front of Mars Tower packed tight with worshippers holding the Scripture of Grace to their chests, chanting my name in unison before bowing their heads in solemn prayer.
It was… horrifying.
Asmodeus.
How much divine faith is that damn parasite inside me leeching right now?
I had to run.
I couldn’t let this grow any further.
What the hell is the Pantheon even doing?
Asmodeus is blatantly feeding on the name of the Goddess of Grace, draining faith from the masses—and there’s no way the Pantheon doesn’t know.
Shouldn’t someone have taken action by now?
And yet… they remained silent.
No revelations.
No divine messages.
No Chosen Ones.
Out of desperation, I reached out to the Ruphiel Sect—followers of the God of Time. Even they said divine prophecies had grown rare. Apparently, the vision they received about me was the first they’d received in ten years.
Eventually, I went to the High Priests of the Pantheon directly.
They just smiled, bitterly.
“We don’t know the reason either, Saint-nim. The gods have been silent for over 300 years. We suspect something serious must have happened, but all we can do is guess.”
“But your appearance changes everything. Things will get better now.”
“Surely, this proves the gods are watching humanity once more—thanks to you, Saint-nim.”
No.
That’s not what’s happening at all.
You’re all being conned.
I’m no Chosen of Lilia.
She literally appeared before me and said she was going to throw me into hell.
And Asmodeus—the cancerous power inside me—is still, even now, quietly expanding as it gorges on all this faith.
The gods of the Pantheon just dropped one cryptic sentence—“You’re going to hell, lol”—and went silent for years.
I’m losing it.
I’m at my limit.
Why me?
Why does it have to be me?
So, after just ten days, I made my decision.
I have to leave.
“I’m leaving tomorrow. Don’t look for me. Got it? No matter what—don’t come after me.”
That night, lying in bed, I told Iomene, Almeine, and Erfa.
Their faces clouded with disappointment—but no tears, no sadness like before.
“We’ll wait… as best we can. Until you return.”
“I’m not coming back.”
“But what if you do? Like last time?”
“We’ll wait. Just in case.”
Their expressions said it all:
You’re totally coming back. We know you.
You’ll say “never again,” go cause some trouble, and come running back to hug us when it’s over.
I didn’t know whether to feel touched… or depressed.
I kissed each of them on the forehead.
“Be happy.”
Maybe it’s better if they misunderstand.
I did everything I could to make them happy.
And that’s enough.
So at dawn, while they were still asleep—
I quietly slipped out of bed.
Just two things in hand:
Simple, ordinary clothes.
And my rocket-shaped psychic amplifier.
That’s all I needed.
Food? My enhanced body could handle nutrient restoration.
Shelter? A cave, a tree—anything was enough.
If I really needed to eat, I’d hunt something.
I wasn’t going to interact with anyone.
No towns. No markets. No people.
I was going to disappear to the most remote corner of the world and live like a ghost.
I had to harden my heart.
Because the Demon King growing inside my soul—
If it ever fully matured…
It was… a complete disaster.
“I love you all. And I’m sorry.”
After kissing the foreheads of the three sleeping women for what I thought would be the last time, I swallowed my emotions and flipped open the cap of the locket hanging from my neck.
The familiar hum of the psychic amplifier activating filled the air.
All I had to do now was trigger Time Freeze and get out of here—
[WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!]
A voice suddenly screamed inside my head, so loud it made me stumble backward.
What the hell?
Where was that voice coming from?
[THOSE THREE LYING NAKED ON THE BED!! I CAN SENSE IT!! THEY’RE NOT VIRGINS!!]
I instinctively triggered Time Freeze and took a deep breath.
No way.
Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is…
“A-Asmodeus?”
[The hell is that supposed to be? Whatever! Get out of this room NOW! The smell of non-virgins is overwhelming!! I’m gonna puke!!]
“Wait… You’re not Asmodeus?”
[The last thing I remember is humans jamming metal and magic into my body. I’ve NEVER been called Asmodeus! Anyway, is this torture?! Get those filthy used women out of here!! Let’s go somewhere CLEAN!!]
“Wait—who are you?”
[You’re WEARING me around your neck, genius.]
I looked down.
The only thing around my neck was the psychic amplifier.
“You mean… you’re the one talking?”
[YES! Now get me out of this room, please! I’m gonna hurl!! Those three non-virgins are making me lose my mind!!]
“How is this even—”
Was I going insane?
Should I take this thing to Archmage Yorgen for analysis? I mean… an amplifier talking?
[I CAN’T—UGH… I CAN’T HOLD IT… BWAAAARGHH. BLEEEEHHHHH.]
As the disgustingly realistic vomiting sounds echoed in my head, I winced.
Alright. First step—get out of the room.
I exited immediately, and even then, the amplifier kept gagging for a while before finally settling down.
[Never. NEVER put me near used women again. Those three?! All experienced. Tainted. Their minds, bodies, even their souls have been defiled by men!!]
“…Who—no, what the hell are you?”
[Isn’t it obvious from how badly I’m reacting? I’m a fucking UNICORN.]
…Excuse me?
A unicorn?
Wait.
Now that I think about it—
Archmage Yorgen did say the amplifier was made from a unicorn’s horn…
But it was supposed to only contain extracted nerve channels—no soul, no consciousness.
How did it… come back?
“You were just nerve tissue. You didn’t even have a body. So how do you have a will of your own?”
[Believe me, I’m just as surprised. I don’t know how this is happening.]
I wandered through frozen time, lost in thought.
Even though I was using the amplifier, there was no mental drain—none of the usual fatigue Time Freeze induced.
That in itself was unsettling.
And the unicorn kept muttering with an oddly serious tone.
[Sometimes, a unicorn that dies in a place steeped in strong spiritual energy can return as a spirit. I’ve seen it happen before—but I didn’t think I’d ever be exposed to that level of spiritual pressure here, of all places.]
“Spiritual pressure…? Like from a divine being?”
[Exactly. A place saturated with divine essence. Unicorns exposed to that kind of energy can sometimes return in spiritual form. My current state feels similar.]
…That made sense.
“There was a recent… incident involving divine power. That’s probably what triggered it.”
[I thought I was gone for good when those humans butchered me. But no! I’m BACK! And I can still continue my eternal quest to find virgins! I’m so lucky!!]
He was talking like I’d asked for this whole tragic backstory. I hadn’t.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder—
“So why did you die, anyway?”
The unicorn responded proudly.
[I was looking for a mate. Ended up in a human stable. Saw a bunch of mares. All pure. All untouched. VIRGINS.]
“Uh-huh…”
[So I made a decision. I would breed with every single one. Within ten minutes, I’d successfully mated with twelve virgin mares.]
“...T-ten minutes?! With twelve?! How?!”
[Easy. One thrust per mare.]
“...Excuse me?!”
[Once I penetrate, she’s no longer a virgin. No reason to do it again. One thrust. One finish.
That’s it. We unicorns never go back once a mare’s used. That’s why our population is so low.]
…What the actual hell.
This was the unicorn?
The mythical, sacred creature of legend?
This… virgin-obsessed lunatic?
“And what does that have to do with you getting hunted down?”
[Well, I slept with the mares, and then killed all the stallions.]
“...What?!”
[No one else should be allowed to take a virgin. That right belongs to me. One of the stallions I killed turned out to be the favorite of the local lord. He sent a hunting party. I fought valiantly, but alas… I was slain. Still, no regrets! I slept with TWELVE virgins before I died!!]
He said it so proudly, like he expected applause.
My head hurt.
I had planned to live alone in a remote corner of the world, far from all human contact…
Now I had this guy.
[Shame though… I won’t be able to breed anymore even if I do find a virgin mare…]
The worst part?
I didn’t even want to talk to him.
Should I be happy?
Or utterly miserable?
I honestly didn’t know.
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