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Chapter 10: Scheme
THE Trade City of Seldoch was located farther south than the Divine Nation of Lenea’s capital. It was the border town closest to the Dark Continent. The nations exerting the strongest influence in the extremely inhospitable land of the Dark Continent were the multiracial empire of Phon’kaven and the empire of ruin, Mynoghra. Bordering these nations meant being strongly influenced by both, which were rapidly developing thanks to the various technologies and goods the King of Ruin provided. As it was, the Southern Province was in a state of dysfunction due to the conflict with the King of Ruin.
While the Scribe Saint was immediately sent to aid the Divine City Amrita, cities like Seldoch, which were reasonably sized but too far from Qualia, were left to fend for themselves. God’s love is infinite, but the number of people who can be saved is limited, so Qualia had to decide where to focus their aid. And the Gleeful Spin Doctor wouldn’t let such perfect circumstances go to waste…
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<Seldoch First Parish Chapel, Temporary Treatment Center >
“*KOFF, koff*… Urgh, this cough ain’t getting any better.”
Ѐ ṅ_u_m̂ а
“I’m so sorry. Someone, please get this man some water…”
The hoarse and frail voices of the sick and suffering could be heard from every corner of the room.
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The Elfuur Sisters were twin Witches born from tragedy. The younger sister, Caria, had unleashed the curse of Plague using the power of a fake full moon, and its reach extended all the way to this distant land from ground zero. The plague itself was similar to a painful cold. It had a long incubation period, was airborne, and could cause the infected to suffer a long recovery period if not treated, but aside from those factors, it wasn’t a threat to healthy people. And this was exactly why it was so easily spread.
The asymptomatic happily went about their socialization and travel, spreading this Plague crafted by the hands of evil throughout the Southern Province. Where Takuto came from, this would be called a pandemic. The situation in Seldoch wasn’t unique—similar scenes were unfolding in every city and village across the land.
“Are you ALL RIGHT?! You’ll all get better in NOOOO TIME!”
The same held true for the First Parish Chapel. The chapel was designed not only for believers to worship within, but also as a temporary command post and evacuation center during a disaster. It currently had the atmosphere of a medical battlefield. Many people were slumped in chairs or on the floor, painfully gasping for air as they awaited treatment. Patients with severe symptoms had to lie down on makeshift beds on the floor, and although their lives weren’t in danger, they seemed to be in immense pain.
E ňŭ m̄а. і̇d
Caretakers ran around at all hours of the day as people with symptoms varying from mild to severe came seeking treatment. They couldn’t keep accepting patients. The chapel was so full of people, you couldn’t move without stepping on someone. Because there was no known cure, they could only treat the symptoms. And while people came in droves seeking aid, only a handful recovered and left.
It was only a matter of time before they’d reached capacity—nay, they’d long since passed that.
Amid the chaos, yet another patient was brought in. Was it a Paladin? The elderly man carried on the back of a young man wearing plate armor seemed to be suffering from serious symptoms and, in the words of the locals, he looked like he’d be entering God’s embrace any second now. He appeared to be suffering from pneumonia due to his old age rather than the plague, and combined with his rapid decline in physical strength, he was in a critical condition.
Even the mildest illness can be fatal to the elderly, children, and those with weak immune systems.
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This old man would eventually succumb to his illness if left untreated. Even to the untrained eye, he was clearly in a precarious situation.
“Lector! Where’s the Lectoooor?! We’ve got an urgent case! An URGENT CAAAASE!!”
Еnu_ḿ a . і d́
The Paladin sat the old man down in a chair, and someone who spotted them from a distance rushed over, shouting in a voice that echoed through the chapel. This was the same man zealously running around the chapel treating patients. He sounded deeply concerned for the lives of the people, but also lacked composure, like he was at his wits’ end over how to help everyone.
Who was this Lector he called for? Whoever it was, they must be someone of great import for such a charitable soul to be calling for them at the top of his lungs.
“It’s an URGENT PAAAATIENT! Please, LECTOOOOR! O great Lector of the Cult of Ira!” he bellowed so loud, his voice boomed through the chapel. The owner of this ear-piercing shout was none other than Gleeful Spin Doctor Vittorio.
“Shut up, would ya? I’m standin’ right here. Are your eyes just for decoration?” snapped the Cult of Ira’s Lector, Yona’Yona, as she clucked her tongue with palpable irritation. She’d been standing next to Vittorio the entire time and had already grasped the elderly man’s condition. There was no way Vittorio hadn’t noticed her. He’d even made eye contact with her more than a few times.
“OOOOOH! Lector Yona’Yona, there you arrrre!”
And yet he continued with this obnoxious farce. He acted all happy, like someone whose friend had just shown up. He could tone it down a notch—or fifty.
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Yona’Yona clucked her tongue again, making an even louder sound. Her expression screamed, “Don’t make me take part in this charade when I’m so damn busy!”
The sick elderly man shrunk away when he saw her reaction. He coughed profusely before squeezing out, “I-I’m so sorry…for making you waste y-your precious time on these raggedy old bones.”
“Oh, don’t worry ’bout it. I’m only in a bad mood because of that dancing idiot over there. Anyways, you must be in pain. Go on, lay down…” Yona’Yona said as she helped the old man lay down. Although her word choice was gruff, her voice was filled with compassion rather than coldness. Her caring gestures revealed her sympathetic nature.
Once Yona’Yona confirmed the wheezing old man’s breathing had stabilized a bit, she carefully looked around the room. The chapel was full. They couldn’t take in any more patients.
Yona’Yona sighed, thinking it was about time to get started on that, considering how things were going.
“Okaaaaaay, everybody eyes and ears over here! Our great Lector Yona’Yona is about to free all of youuuu from your sufferinggggg!” Vittorio trumpeted loudly, his timing perfectly lining up with hers, as if he’d sensed what she was thinking.
Е̇ n̊um̂ а
His loud voice drew the attention of everyone suffering from illness. Of course, their eyes gathered on Yona’Yona. She’d already experienced this a few times before, but this moment made her extremely uncomfortable every time.
She was just your average small-town girl. She’d never experienced being the center of attention. She felt especially uncomfortable about it because she was completely aware she wasn’t someone who deserved to be lifted up and appreciated like this.
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“Goooo on? Everyone is waiting for you, Yona’Yona. Go on, go on, go right on.” Vittorio was speaking in a deliberately loud voice to annoy Yona’Yona. It didn’t take a genius to see that.
Yona’Yona shot him and that irksome sneer of his a glare that could kill then glanced around the chapel until she confirmed the Elfuur Sisters were present. Then she cleared her throat and got into character.
“O Great God Takuto Ira! Please bestow your healing upon these poor souls!” Yona’Yona recited, both hands lifted toward the heavens.
Her delivery was a little stiff, but the people were focused on her earnest prayer for their salvation. What was about to occur? As they all wondered this, the ill and suffering townspeople didn’t realize that right after Yona’Yona petitioned God, she whispered something in a barely audible voice to someone else in the room.
Еńu̇mà
“Now. Please.”
“On it…” Caria responded quietly.
The strangest thing happened next. All the pain vanished from the people as if God had scared away the disease. The illness that had tormented the people for so long, the suffering that stuck to them like sludge and never went away, left them as if willed away. It was almost like the illness had received a direct order from God and withdrew with its tail between its legs…
“I-It doesn’t hurt anymore! Wh-What in the Saints…”
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“Wow! Praise God! The stabbing sensation in my throat is no more!”
The people voiced their confusion and joy. Even the old man, who’d been in agonizing pain, seemed to be on his way to recovery as his complexion rapidly improved. Not only was he cured of the unknown plague, but even the pneumonia left with it.
Ӗn̆ u̇ m̊ ӑ._їd
Yona’Yona raised her voice, a rare thing for her, to explain what had happened to the masses and the elderly man, who couldn’t hide his surprise at the dramatic change in his condition. “Um…our great and mighty Lord Takuto Ira has just performed a miracle. I didn’t do nothing—er, anything. I merely became the prayer worker who delivered your pleas to God. Offer up your prayers of gratitude to God. Please devote your prayers to our Great God, the one and only God, Lord Takuto Ira!”
It goes without saying that the aforementioned god, Takuto Ira, did no such thing. The god in question was currently doing paperwork to clean up after Vittorio’s many misdeeds and to provide backup for furthering the mission.
In other words, the miracle that had just happened—the driving away of the demon of ill health—was all the work of…
“Thanks,” Yona’Yona said. “Looks like it’ll work again this time.”
“That’s good.”
…one of the two Witches of Regret—Caria Elfuur.
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“Wow! Was that a miracle?!”
“I can’t believe I get to be on the receiving end of one of God’s miracles!”
“The great and mighty God Takuto Ira… What a merciful God he must be!”
Shouts of joy rose from every corner of the chapel. They were the frenetic shouts of people whose energy had come roaring back after the illness that had been tormenting them was lifted. Joy, relief, excitement—various emotions filled their voices.
It’s not difficult to overcome a mild illness. They can be resolved relatively easily by using medicinal herbs with nourishing and healing effects, or by trained Mages and Clergy. However, the difficulty level increases astronomically when trying to cure many people all at once. It seemed so improbable; it could only be achieved by a god performing a miracle…
And that was what earned the people’s fanaticism. Faith and emotions go hand in hand, so naturally, their faith gathered for their new god, Takuto Ira.
W̆ еb̆ nо̇ vе l̇ Еn̄ů m̂а
“Oops,” Yona’Yona whispered, realizing she needed to get back into character. “God is overjoyed you have all recovered. Never forget His sacred name: Takuto Ira. That is the name of the absolute God who rules over Mynoghra, has not a single flaw, and is deserving of your faith and dedication…”
Caria Elfuur controls pestilence. Erasing a cursed plague she propagated herself was as easy as pie. There was no rule saying she couldn’t. It was no skin off her back matching the timing for removing the illness from people and playing it off as a miracle.
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The people who spread the plague were being thanked for eradicating it. Could there be a more ridiculous farce out there? But as they say, ignorance is bliss—especially for weak, ordinary townspeople blown away by an innocent, powerful being…
People began dedicating their prayers all around Yona’Yona. They were praying to Takuto Ira. The power of prayer flowed into one place like a tidal wave.
“It’s a MIRACLLLLE! I’ve just! Witnessed God’s miracle! With mine own eyesssss! Everybody! Did you see?! That was a miracle, it was! A real, true, bona fide miraclllle!”
Vittorio’s theatrical cries stirred up the others. Did his passion rub off on them? Or was it the work of one of his skills? Whatever it was, the people of Seldoch were sucked into his vortex of enthusiasm.
E n̂ um̃ а̊ . і́ d
“So loud…”
Meanwhile, the three girls bristled with displeasure. Vittorio didn’t try to placate them or show any consideration for their feelings.
“Now then, I take it you will all dedicate your prayers to Great God Takuto Ira from henceforth?” Vittorio asked the chapel.
“Yes!” the townspeople replied as one.
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This scene occurred every morning, afternoon, evening, and night. Vittorio gathered people from all parts of the city, performed a fraud dressed up as a miracle, and used enthusiasm, excitement, and an unhealthy dose of deception to indoctrinate them.
With impeccable timing, the Cult of Ira followers, there caring for the sick, began distributing scripture extolling Takuto Ira as a god.
Ӗ ǹu̇ ḿа
The Cult of Ira had penetrated the heart of the city. With just one more push, the people would voluntarily swear their allegiance and request to move to Mynoghra—the empire of their God. In fact, such talk had already come up and resulted in Mynoghra dispatching several civil officials.
But there were some doubts.
The people of this land were devout believers in holy doctrine. Was it even possible for such deeply religious people to change their religion and alignment so easily? To make matters even more contentious, most of the Cult of Ira’s followers were from Dragontan, meaning Beastmen comprised their largest demographic of believers. It was strange for the people of the Lawful Continent to accept Beastmen—including Lector Yona’Yona—when they viewed them in the same vein as the Barbarians plaguing the Dark Continent.
Of course, all of these matters had been addressed.
Vittorio wasn’t one to neglect potential problems. And Takuto Ira wasn’t one to forget to lay the groundwork.
In the middle of all the fanaticism, a lone Paladin glanced around uncomfortably. He was a genuine Paladin from the holy forces, and a lucky man who’d escaped disaster by not being in the capital of Amrita when the Divine Nation of Lenea fell.
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“Hmmmmm? Whatever is the matter, Monsieur Paladin?” Vittorio asked him. “Are you feeeeling all right? Feeling a little under the weather there?”
“No, I’m fine. But I feel like… I’m forgetting something…? The God I pray to is…”
This was the young man who’d carried in the elderly sick man. He stared at the scene unfolding before him in a dumbfounded daze. Remaining silent made him stand out amid the din of everyone else’s zeal. It was only natural for Vittorio to take notice of him. But the young Paladin tilted his head in confusion, seeming not to even grasp why he was being spoken to.
“Hrrrrm? How strange,” Vittorio said. “I’m positive we had all the residents of this city forget about the unnecessary stuff…? So be it. Let’s give it another whirrrrl! Do your thing, girlie!”
“Seriously? Fine, fine…”
Vittorio did a comical twirl like he was staring in a musical and stopped with his finger pointed in one direction. On the other end was the older sister twin, Maria Elfuur. With an unmotivated response, she raised her hand over the baffled Paladin.
Enu ṁа́ ._і d̊
“Forget!”
“Hm? Strange? What was I…?”
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Then, quite strangely, the Paladin’s demeanor completely changed—he looked refreshed. It was almost as if all of his worries were gone—as if he’d forgotten his concerns. There was no other way to explain the dopey expression on his face.
“Hrm, hrm, hrm,” Vittorio hummed. “Is he a Mesial Paladin? Resistance depends on the level. I thought we’d attentively made every Paladin Forget when we came to this city, but we should’ve double-checked. Hey, pipsqueak? Don’t tell me you’re getting sloppy with your work?”
“Suck it!”
“Gosh! What an attitude! Someone’s going through her rebellious phase.”
Êń.ũ m̂ а̌.і̌ d̂
Vittorio gave an overblown reaction to Maria sticking her tongue out at him for insulting her work. He acted like her uncooperative attitude was unexpected, but everyone here had a terrible opinion of Vittorio. Yona’Yona and the twins were especially keen on insulting and rebelling against him. From how they treated him, it was easy to tell where he ranked in Mynoghra.
“Pardon, did something happen?” the Paladin asked, forgetting the prior conversation along with his faith in Arlos. All that remained was his desire to serve the people, a body honed through tireless training, and a strong faith that lost its object of worship. Nay, a new object of worship had already been prepared for him.
“No, no, don’t trouble yourself with us, Monsieur Paladin!” Vittorio said. “Oh, you know, just calling you a Paladin doesn’t really fit anymore. Why don’t we start calling you guys the Paladins of Ira?”
The man’s eyes lit up at that suggestion, for he’d just remembered his strong, burning faith. It may not have been exactly the same faith as it was a few days prior, but that meant little to a man with no memories of it. He’d already reached the point where he didn’t even understand why he was being called a Paladin in the first place.
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…He didn’t need to understand it either.
“A Paladin of Ira! What a wonderful title! I will do my best to live up to the name of our Great God!”
Е ñ um а
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
In a place the people of this world couldn’t perceive, the man’s alignment and affiliation had been changed.
Those who have no one to turn to are easily deceived. It was easier to win over people who’d lost their faith in their god and were no longer under anyone’s protection than it was to take candy from a baby.
A Paladin—a Paladin of Ira—was a special position that required a high level of training. They had high combat abilities, training, education, and experience. Not many could serve in this role. With this, the forces of ruin had effortlessly obtained another useful pawn.
This was the strategy the King of Ruin had laid the groundwork for and Vittorio enacted. Caria’s Plague sowed chaos throughout the Southern Province, allowing them to worm into the people’s hearts. Then Maria used her power of Forget to steal the people’s faith in the Holy God Arlos, leaving a nice empty void for Takuto Ira to fill.
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The Divine City Amrita, the capital of the Divine Nation of Lenea, had lost its ability to function as both a city and a state due to the machinations wrought by the manifestation of the King of Ruin in their land. The governing body was incapable of influencing or gathering information on any of its cities and smaller settlements. It was no wonder then that they couldn’t function when Amrita was the epicenter for the Plague and Forget known as the King of Ruin’s Curse. And it was only a matter of course that the troops dispatched with the Scribe Saint couldn’t get around to the other affected areas when they’d never experienced chaos on this scale before and were stuck employing makeshift solutions on a daily basis.
Mynoghra’s strategy was a clear case of shamelessly starting a fire to get credit for putting it out, all while robbing the homeowner blind.
Countless towns and villages had fallen into Mynoghra’s hands this way, and all of their residents were smiling, expressing their gratitude, and praying to their new god as followers of the Cult of Ira. The Trade City of Seldoch was the finishing touch after they had converted all the surrounding areas.
Land, Productivity, Population, Military Power, Faith—this plan let Mynoghra gain it all in one fell sweep.
“Mm-mm-mm! This nation is just full of talented people ripe for the picking. And we can pick the juiciest ones all we want! I feel like a kid in a candy shop with no one to tell me no!”
The girls were in the worst mood because a certain fraudster hadn’t stopped being loud and annoying, but at least their scheme was progressing smoothly.
Е̊ n̂ ü m̀ а̌.
Yona’Yona thought that if they kept up the good work, this city would soon completely belong to Mynoghra. And with how easily everything was going, she was eager to extend their reach to the rest of the Southern Province, but she would never have been put in charge of this mission if she was the type to act on impulse. She was entrusted with the job because she had the skills to merit it. In that respect, Yona’Yona was another key player in this plan.
As she was mulling over whether they had overlooked anything—since the Archlector was utterly unreliable—one of the followers entrusted with enumeration came to deliver a report.
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“Lector Yona’Yona, with this most recent miracle, the city’s indoctrination rate has reached 70 percent. If God performs a few more miracles, we should be able to reach the rest by ministering to individuals.”
“Roger that. The more people who come to believe in God, the happier God will be. I don’t wanna give a pathetic report the next time I stand in His almighty presence. Let’s work hard together to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Yona’Yona said in her usual gruff tone.
“Moi too! I’ll work super duper hard! We can do it! Yes, we can!” Vittorio trilled.
“…Tch.”
Е n ǔ m̌ а̀ .іd
Yona’Yona clicked her tongue in unison with the believer. Then she sorted out the information.
This city was taking more time to convert due to its large population, but it was clear that if they stayed for a few more days and performed miracles, it too would fall into their clutches. Arrangements were already underway in the Accursed Lands, Mynoghra’s imperial capital, for units and saplings of the Flesh Tree to be deployed to the newly acquired towns and villages.
It’s often said that offense is the best defense, and this particular strategy was ingenious because it reduced the enemy’s national power while bolstering their own. Yona’Yona could understand that much. But there were naturally things she didn’t understand even after being thoroughly trained by Vittorio and having come to successfully infer what people were thinking to a degree.
“Hey, Archlector Idiot. Why was I picked for this role? It honestly makes me sick to my stomach… Wouldn’t it go faster if you did it?” she asked the question that had been plaguing her.
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It was a simple question asking why she had to play the role of Lector. She was looking right at a more qualified person. Wouldn’t things go even smoother if Vittorio took up the mantle himself? That was her thought.
Of course, expecting a decent answer from Vittorio was foolish.
Е̃ ň ü_m̄а̇. і̊ d̊
“Moi? Dirty my own hands? Ew, no thank you. I can push all the annoying stuff on you by putting you out front. And it comes with the lovely bonus of getting to watch you suffer, Yona’Yona. I can’t be stopped! I won’t be stopped!!”
“Ugh, you are such a— I’m holding myself back because we’re in the middle of a divine mission from God, but once this is over, I’m gonna rip you a new one…”
“Oh my! Attitude, young lady!”
Although Yona’Yona never realized it, the real reason Vittorio placed her in a conspicuous position was to make it easier for him to move behind the scenes. If he took up the mantle of Archlector in front of everyone, it would hinder his mobility. He took her in and set her up because he despised being shackled to a position. It was a matter of pride that he held the title of Archlector in the shadows despite that. He was loud and proud about the fact his faith in Takuto was the strongest of them all…
“I’m blinded by God’s greatness! I can’t see through the tears! *Sniffle*.”
“It’s something else, all right… It’s the first I’ve ever seen one of God’s miracles. God’s miracles are big stuff.”
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“God…is seriously awesome. Lord Takuto Ira is seriously awesome.”
It was up for debate whether Vittorio’s Convert skill had worked a little too well or if he used a bit too much of his Brainwash skill, because a group of the young men who’d been cured of a nasty cough got a fanatical gleam in their eyes as they praised God. Of course, the God they now praised differed from the one they’d worshipped only a few days ago.
It was child’s play for a Hero with a catalog of skills designed to manipulate people to alter their faith and religious beliefs. The people had also obtained freedom from suffering due to their conversion. It was much easier to take advantage of people’s feelings of gratitude and redirect them than to twist the facts and brainwash them.
The evil wrought by the Gleeful Spin Doctor disempowered people’s minds without them ever realizing it.
“Okay, let’s push through until we can save the rest! Please call all the poor little sheep here! Unlike other gods, our Lord Takuto Ira has an infinite supply of miracles! His love will never run out! He will save you all from the evil running rampant in this land!!” Vittorio spread his arms and proclaimed loudly as a stream of people dropped by on their way home, guided by Ira’s followers. “Once he saves this city, he will save the next! Once he saves that one, he will save the one after that and the one after that!”
It almost sounded as if he were claiming they would fill every corner of the world with followers of Ira.
Е̃n̆ ùm̃а .i d̄
“Once he saves everyone here, what next? Why, the north! And then further north! There are countless people who are still suffering and waiting for our God’s favor!”
North—meaning the center of the Southern Province and the Divine Nation of Lenea’s capital, Amrita. The land where Scribe Saint Lytrain and Inquisitor Imlerith were desperately trying to help people. There was no way this man, who was as smart and cautious as a venomous snake in the grass, didn’t know that.
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Then his objective could be but one—Saint Lytrain.
Attempting to embroil even a Saint in his schemes—did that stem from an overconfidence in his own abilities or arrogance?
Unfortunately, no one around could keep Vittorio in check. He was too free, too uninhibited. Above all, the impact his actions would bring was too great.
“Er… Is it really all right to let that thing loose?” Yona’Yona fretted to the Elfuur Sisters, exhausted now that she’d gotten her first sense that things were going in a bad direction.
W̄ е̌ bňӧ v́ е̄ l Е n̆ uḿ а̀
“I can’t imagine anything good coming out of it, but His Majesty will take all responsibility in the end…” Caria said.
“His Majesty should reap what he sows,” Maria griped.
Even the twins had given up on trying to control the situation. Not that they ever had the ability to control it from the very start. This was just a reminder of that fact.
“We have orders to abandon that bad man and just bring Miss Yona’Yona back with us if everything goes south, so don’t worry,” Caria told her.
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“Mr. Perv stands out, so let’s use him as fodder,” Maria grinned.
“Perfect. You’re the best, you guys,” Yona’Yona said.
Ѐ n̂ŭm̀ а
The Gleeful Spin Doctor was still working his wicked magic even while the girls were calmly discussing how to use him as bait. He twirled and danced around like a titillated madman, brainwashing people as much as his skills would allow.
“Long live the Cult of Ira! Long live Takuto Ira! Come one, come all, offer your prayers to our Great God! Go forth, little shepherds! Invite all your friends!”
Vittorio’s strategies continually produce the best results. His battle of wits with his master, Takuto Ira, also continued to produce the best results. His plan had no obstacles.
The happiness he sought—he was carefully, ever so carefully, paving the road to it.
…The holy forces of Qualia had not yet prophesized the arrival of a new apocalypse-bringer.
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