How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 63

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How to Replace Your Dad

 

Chapter 63

 

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The missionary smiled brightly as he looked at the gold nuggets… no, Yustea and Antonio.

 

But something was strange.

 

Antonio’s face was extremely menacing.

 

“That person…!”

 

Yustea grabbed him as he looked ready to leap out at any moment.

 

“Brother.”

 

At her words, Antonio hesitated.

 

He knew that if he rushed out now, it would accomplish nothing.

 

The missionary looked puzzled.

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

Antonio flinched.

 

Since his anger had been noticed, they might catch on to something suspicious.

 

‘I can’t let this fall apart now.’

 

Escape would be difficult.

 

There were too many enemies.

 

Cuaron was probably watching the situation through the Mirror World, but it would take time for support to arrive.

 

If Yemyeongoe decided to deal with the spies before then, it would be truly dangerous.

 

It was the moment Antonio swallowed his dry saliva.

 

“You deceived us…!”

 

Yustea shouted.

 

‘Huh?’

 

Antonio’s eyes widened.

 

She was causing more of a scene instead of trying to smooth things over?

 

However, Yustea frowned even more fiercely, seething with anger.

 

“That’s not a statue of Terretsa. This isn’t the Northern Temple, is it?”

 

Ah.

 

Antonio nodded slowly.

 

“The Northern Temple is nearby. I guess you’re taking us there.”

 

He remembered pretending to trust the missionary with those words.

 

The missionary said “Ah” and smiled gently.

 

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. I never said this was a temple of the Terretsa Church.”

 

“Give us our bags back. We want to go back.”

 

As Yustea grabbed Antonio and tried to go back up the stairs, the missionary said:

 

“Terretsa has abandoned humanity.”

 

“What?”

 

“It’s a secret the Empire is hiding from its people. The Empire conceals this tremendous secret to deceive the people and profit from them.”

 

“I, I’ve never heard such a thing!”

 

She put on a passionate performance based on her experience working in a fraud ring.

 

Thanks to this, the missionary didn’t sense anything suspicious at all.

 

“Listen to what the priests have to say and then decide. And realize our mission… Ah! I believe!”

 

The missionary raised both hands toward the sky and chanted “I believe!” like a prayer.

 

While she was absorbed in her own devotion, Antonio whispered:

 

“What’s the mission?”

 

“Probably to offer up all their money and labor to fill their bellies, don’t you think?”

 

“Are they insane? What kind of disgusting god would give such a mission?”

 

While the two were whispering, the missionary who had finished her chanting cried out:

 

“To our god, the Saint—!”

 

“…?”

 

“…??”

 

Upon hearing those words, the Saint and the Saint’s companion tilted their heads in confusion.

 

* * *

 

So this is what Yemyeongoe believes.

 

Terretsa is a vile god.

 

She manipulated humans for her own amusement.

 

The Saint, who is the god’s daughter, couldn’t bear to watch the wicked Terretsa and rebelled against her.

 

Thus she seeks to become a god for humanity.

 

The priest on the dais pointed to the inscription carved on the wall.

 

Fear not when despair comes.

 

Seeds will sprout in silence and bloom into flowers of glory.

 

It was an oracle.

 

“This oracle is actually a message the Saint gave to us humans, hidden from the god’s eyes.”

 

…Meaning to rise up and destroy the false god Terretsa who doesn’t work for humanity.

 

The missionary nodded with teary eyes, saying “Yes. Yes.”

 

Antonio, who was listening to the priest’s sermon with me from the very back, asked me with a sorrowful face:

 

“Was that really the case?”

 

“…There’s no way.”

 

When I smiled with dead fish eyes, Antonio blinked and said “Ah.”

 

It seemed this was why Antonio’s unit members had been converted.

 

Because I’m the Saint, they wanted to help me.

 

‘They’re good people. …Though they are good…’

 

“Oh! I believe!”

 

“Saint! Oh! Little Teacher…!”

 

“Ohhh!”

 

From now on, I should definitely bring a guardian when going anywhere.

 

The sermon ended.

 

Thunderous applause erupted.

 

I poked Antonio in the ribs.

 

Antonio clapped his hands as if a spring had popped out.

 

When I also clapped, the missionary who had been standing apart from us approached.

 

“How did you find the sermon?”

 

“Since you explained it based on historical facts, it was easy to understand. And the Saint has actually appeared too.”

 

“That’s right! Ah, it’s been three years since I joined Yemyeongoe. Family, friends, acquaintances all left me, but I didn’t give up! And with the Saint’s appearance, it’s been proven! My faith wasn’t wrong!”

 

The missionary was so excited her face turned red.

 

The believers around us also agreed.

 

“Yes! I understand! How moved we were when our faith was proven!”

 

“While it makes my teeth grind that those ignorant fools are serving the Saint, I’m grateful for the Saint’s grace in descending to protect the faithful.”

 

“I believe…!”

 

I quietly turned my head away.

 

Because it was burdensome.

 

And also to observe the expressions of the high priests of Yemyeongoe lined up along the wall.

 

One of the high priests clicked his tongue.

 

His expression was displeased.

 

‘They don’t welcome the Saint’s appearance.’

 

Well, it was natural.

 

Yemyeongoe had appeared ten years ago.

 

Until then, they probably never dreamed a real Saint would appear.

 

They had simply used the oracle’s Saint as a means to make believers have faith.

 

But now that the Saint has appeared, how flustered must they be.

 

‘But it would have been difficult to deny the Saint.’

 

Because the number of believers increased dramatically after seeing the Saint appear.

 

Enough for Esgaroth to feel it as a threat.

 

The High Priest on the dais spoke with a benevolent expression.

 

“Now let us begin sharing our faith. Form groups of five and share your faith.”

 

Then the missionary said with a bright smile.

 

“Please participate. If you share your experiences of what opportunity and what faith you gained, your devotion to the Saint will deepen even more.”

 

‘This is my chance.’

 

A chance to approach Antonio’s unit members.

 

“Then, together with brother…”

 

The missionary watched us from a distance with a smiling face.

 

Antonio and I approached the unit members while pretending to look around.

 

The approach wasn’t difficult.

 

We just had to pretend to look for people of similar age.

 

And finally we got close behind the unit members.

 

“Again today, no one wants to share faith with us.”

 

“Isn’t it because you told other believers last time that the Saint is good at threats and intimidation.”

 

“She really is good at it though…”

 

“That’s true.”

 

The unit members who had been whispering stretched their necks out.

 

And just as they were saying “Hey woman there. Come talk with us about the Saint—”

 

Antonio pressed down hard on both unit members’ heads.

 

“Abandoning your post. Do you want to die?”

 

The unit members who flinched and raised their heads screamed.

 

“Saint?!”

 

At that moment.

 

Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh.

 

Everyone in the chapel looked at us.

 

I raised both hands with an expressionless face and said.

 

“I believe. I believe.”

 

People thought there had been a commotion because faith was overflowing, and withdrew their gazes with benevolent expressions.

 

* * *

 

While pretending to share faith, I told Antonio’s unit members about the current situation.

 

Yemyeongoe is a fraudulent organization, and their purpose is money and labor.

 

And that it has nothing to do with me.

 

The unit members glared and stood up abruptly.

 

“What kind of damn situation is this…!”

 

“Quiet.”

 

When I spoke with an expressionless face, the unit members flinched and sat back down.

 

I lowered my voice and whispered.

 

“Have you ever leaked information related to me to Yemyeongoe?”

 

“No. The Clan Leader warned us even before it became known that you were the Saint.”

 

“Yes. He said many people would approach targeting you in the future, and we must not reveal any information.”

 

“He said the moment we leak anything, we might never be able to see you again.”

 

The Clan Leader did very well.

 

Thank goodness.

 

“Then what about the Irregulars?”

 

“We wouldn’t tell even if a knife entered our mouths. But we did say we work as soldiers at Kuaron Castle. We said we hadn’t seen you though.”

 

They probably thought it was possible we hadn’t seen you since we’re low-ranking.

 

Antonio’s unit was too pure to be the type that would advance in rank.

 

I nodded and stated the real business.

 

“I received a mission from the homeland. I need to subjugate Yemyeongoe.”

 

I explained the future plans and assigned missions to each unit member. Of course, Antonio was included.

 

Antonio and the unit members nodded repeatedly.

 

It was around the time the faith sharing ended.

 

The missionary approached us.

 

“There is something to tell you regarding me. Please come.”

 

I signaled to the unit members and Antonio stood up.

 

The place we followed the missionary to was the room I had been guided to when I first came here.

 

There, the priest who had taken my bag was waiting.

 

As soon as we sat down, he spoke.

 

“This has become quite troublesome.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

When I asked back, he touched his brow with a troubled expression.

 

“The curse on the golden statue is stronger than expected, so I don’t think I can help you with my power.”

 

“I see…”

 

“But don’t worry. When the cult leader who is training returns, purification will be possible.”

 

“I understand.”

 

“How about staying here in the meantime?”

 

This was welcome news.

 

‘I have a lot of work to do.’

 

Subjugating Yemyeongoe.

 

And stealing the precious money that Yemyeongoe has collected.

 

“Would that be alright? We’ve also become more interested in learning about the Saint.”

 

When I showed a pleased expression, the priest laughed heartily.

 

“Of course. This place is a resting place open to everyone. But there is something I’m worried about.”

 

“What are you worried about…?”

 

“The other eleven golden statues probably have curses on them too. The surrounding area must have been affected. We need to hurry and bring them to purify them together.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“Where are the golden statues?”

 

The priest and missionary’s eyes widened.

 

I spoke while pretending to hesitate.

 

“You’ll really return them, right?”

 

“Of course. We follow the Saint. There’s no way we who follow the Saint would do anything to damage the Saint’s honor. Haha.”

 

“It’s a bit dangerous though…”

 

“Where is it?”

 

“San Miguel.”

 

Antonio looked at me with a start.

 

Yes, San Miguel.

 

It was the Irregulars’ base before it merged with Valboa Territory to become Kuaron.

 

Now it’s secretly being used as a military training ground.

 

“San Miguel…”

 

The priest signaled to the missionary.

 

It meant to quickly send soldiers to find and bring back the golden statues.

 

‘Yes, go well.’

 

Into the Irregulars’ hands.

 

Reduce the number of soldiers like that.

 

* * *

 

After the priest left, Antonio and I received clothes from the missionary.

 

“It means to build solidarity by wearing the same clothes and living the same life as the believers.”

 

A lie.

 

They want to confiscate the items we brought.

 

In case those items might help us escape.

 

The proof is that there aren’t any pockets at all.

 

But this was expected.

 

The really important transmission magic tool is the glasses, so it won’t be confiscated.

 

We obediently changed clothes in the dressing room and came out.

 

“Anton will come with me, and Yusi will follow these children.”

 

Antonio frowned.

 

“I won’t leave the young…!”

 

Antonio stopped before the word “lady” could slip out.

 

“…I won’t be separated from her. Our girl is delicate.”

 

The missionary chuckled.

 

“You two get along well. But don’t worry. These people will take good care of Yusi. You can meet during meals.”

 

“That’s not possible.”

 

At that moment, the missionary’s eyes changed.

 

“Please let us resolve this with words.”

 

It was a very ominous voice.

 

Now that we knew the location of the golden statue, there was no need to look good anymore.

 

If things went this way, we might be locked up somewhere and receive mental education.

 

“Brother, I’m fine. We can meet during meals, right?”

 

It meant we should comply so things wouldn’t go wrong.

 

Antonio, understanding the meaning, reluctantly backed down.

 

Soon there was a knock, and people wearing the same clothes as me entered.

 

There were both men and women, mostly around my age.

 

The girl standing at the front bowed her head toward the missionary.

 

The missionary smiled broadly.

 

“This is someone new. Please teach her various things well.”

 

“A new family member, how exciting.”

 

The girl who said that looked at me.

 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Carmen.”

 

“I’m Yusi. Nice to meet you.”

 

The missionary nodded with a pleased expression and left with Antonio.

 

The sound of footsteps faded away.

 

Then…

 

“What are you doing.”

 

Carmen said to the children.

 

As soon as Carmen finished speaking, the children roughly grabbed my arms.

 

And made me kneel down just like that.

 

The biggest boy among the children roughly grabbed my chin and made me lift my head.

 

A girl with short curly hair among the children who had subdued me shouted.

 

“Your head is too high. Do you know who Carmen is?”

 

“Who is she… ugh.”

 

My chin was being held, so I couldn’t speak properly.

 

The girl with short curly hair shouted.

 

“She’s the illegitimate daughter of the Cuaron Knightmaster!”

 

The Knightmaster of Cuaron… the Clan Leader?

 

The Clan Leader had a child?

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