The Game Difficulty
Is Insane
“Ha… what kind of situation is this…….”
Tris’s face twisted strangely, filled with confusion and embarrassment.
A monster with overwhelming presence suddenly appeared in her office, introduced herself as the Queen of Banshees, and then casually handed over a letter from Glen.
She had no idea what she was supposed to do with this.
“Human child. I understand that your heart is in turmoil right now. However, if you read that letter, your confusion will calm down a little.”
At the Banshee’s flat, emotionless voice, Tris let out a sigh and opened the letter to read its contents.
But as she read through what was written inside, the confusion in her eyes only deepened.
“A, a guardian spirit?!”
Tris shouted out the source of her confusion and jumped in shock.
It was understandable.
Who could easily believe a story saying that a Banshee—a monster that drives people mad with its screams—was originally a guardian spirit that coexisted with human households?
If Glen had not written it in such a serious tone, Tris would have brushed it off as a joke.
Up to that point, she could somehow accept it by trusting Glen blindly.
But still.
『……Therefore, I ask that you please welcome them as guardian spirits who protect Wordsworth.』
This insane request written in the letter was something even Tris found hard to carry out without hesitation.
‘Gleeen…… what are you thinking?’
With a face that looked like she was about to cry, Tris stared up at the ceiling.
Bringing monsters into the territory was no different from declaring the entire land as heretical ground.
Even if it were true that the Banshee was actually a guardian spirit, what difference would that make?
There was no way the capital of the Papal State would believe it.
‘In the end, we’ll be branded as heretics, and both Glen and I will be dragged away by the Inquisition.’
Even Glen, who had quite a close relationship with the Inquisitors, would not be able to escape this.
Inquisitors could not defy the orders of cardinals and the Pope.
Yet, strangely enough, the latter part of the letter explained a way to somehow carry out this insane plan.
After reading the rest of Glen’s deranged scheme, Tris collapsed face-down onto her desk as if she couldn’t take it anymore.
『First, we will turn the Banshee into a holy messenger sent to this land by God.』
“I… I don’t think I’ll die a natural death….”
Her younger brother had now gone so far as to ask her to turn a monster into an angel.
“……I’m sorry.”
The Queen of Banshees lowered her eyes as she spoke, her voice faintly tinged with emotion.
Tris wished she hadn’t even said that much.
Mirmias asked Glen a question.
How did he know the truth about the many gods that existed in the world, including himself?
And how did he know the way to kill a god?
“I cannot tell you that.”
Glen refused to answer.
There was no point mixing lies when dealing with a god—they would see through them instantly.
Even if a god could not read thoughts, they could clearly see whether someone was lying.
Mirmias did not press him further, saying that if he didn’t want to talk, then so be it.
As long as he was a god, he would learn the truth someday anyway.
Besides, he did not seem very curious about the sheer amount of strange knowledge Glen possessed.
Honestly, wouldn’t knowing that in advance just ruin the fun?
In short, he didn’t want spoilers.
Then why ask about how to kill a god in advance? That thought crossed Glen’s mind.
In any case, he had obtained his original goal—the hidden piece, the Primordial Mirror—so there was nothing left to do in the Crystal Temple.
There was one task remaining, but since Glen had already arrived at the Crystal Temple, it would resolve itself naturally.
There was no need to take any further action.
All he had to do was sit and wait for Nelpers to come looking for him.
While leisurely crossing his legs on the sofa and drinking black tea poured by Mirmias’s only believer.
“……Why is it so bitter?”
Teasing Sirenne was a bonus.
When Glen narrowed his brows, Sirenne glared at him with murderous intent in her blue eyes.
If Mirmias had not been sitting across from Glen, she would have charged at him long ago with a dessert knife in hand.
“Child of Miniss and Nox. That’s enough bullying my Sirenne.”
However, there was not even a shred of sincerity in Mirmias’s gaze.
Rather, he seemed to enjoy watching their tension, saying Sirenne’s sharp glare was a rare spectacle.
‘Yeah, he really is a pervert.’
He had felt this many times while reading the original story.
Somehow, this world had dozens of gods, and not a single one of them was normal.
‘Well, if all the gods were majestic and dignified, it would be harder to approach them, so maybe this is better.’
Human Glen spent a relaxed tea time with the god Mirmias, chatting about trivial things.
Eventually, the topic shifted to this uncharted region.
“Hm… so it’s going to be developed soon.”
Mirmias stroked his chin with a serious expression.
The northernmost part of Luciliron.
The cursed fog that had lingered over the uncharted land for nearly a hundred years had disappeared.
Naturally, the lord of Veronia would send troops to expand his territory.
“Yes. If that happens, Veronia’s army will soon arrive at the Crystal Temple.”
What would happen after the army of the Church of Miniss entered a temple of the Church of Mirmias was obvious.
The priests of Miniss would brand the Mirmias Order as heretical and attempt to seize the temple.
“Looks like it’s time to move.”
“Lord God…….”
Sirenne looked at Mirmias with worried eyes.
But Mirmias merely shrugged, as if it were nothing.
“Why, Sirenne? Disappointed in me?”
“H-how could that be! It’s just that seeing Lord God’s temple taken by the filthy humans of the Church of Miniss is…….”
“What can a lower god like me do against a higher god like Miniss? If they tell me to get lost, I get lost.”
“Why are you saying that while looking at me?”
Glen frowned.
The picture somehow turned into Glen, a big corporation, driving out Mirmias, a small citizen in a redevelopment zone.
“Ahh~ I trusted you and even lent you my precious hand mirror, and this is how you stab me in the back.”
“You bastards…….”
The god joked around.
The believer took it seriously and glared with fury.
Together, they were quite a sight.
“I’m joking. A temple is just a building. I can just go somewhere else and build another one. It looks bad for a god to build his own temple, but… what choice do I have?”
Honestly, Mirmias didn’t seem particularly humiliated about abandoning the temple.
In the world of gods, aside from a few high-ranking ones, most didn’t care much about land-grabbing through religious orders.
Mirmias was one of them.
“Don’t look so sad, Sirenne. A temple is just a place. As long as I exist and have believers who serve me, what does the location matter?”
“Lord God…….”
Sirenne’s eyes filled with tears, while Mirmias gently held her face, his crystal-like eyes burning brightly.
Watching a forbidden romance bloom between a perverted god and his devoted believer was extremely uncomfortable for Glen.
“Ahem! In any case, thank you for understanding, Lord Mirmias.”
