I submitted my leave of absence to the Academy and rushed to the Nova Empire on horseback, arriving in a hurry.
Since my mother’s family was a noble lineage of the Nova Empire, I was familiar with this place and could get here easily.
I left the ‘Sorority Garot’, which I led, in the hands of Meiru of the Pulsreino family.
While I know the Bible inside out and can recite it perfectly, unlike me, she possesses a fanatical faith in Deus.
In fact, it might be better for her to lead in terms of the members’ situations.
My school years were spent pouring my all into creating this achievement, but I felt no sense of loss.
What’s important to me isn’t my position as Christos but my dream.
Even ‘Sorority Garot’ is merely one of the means to achieve my dream.
Bringing about a transformation in this world and leaving my name in history.
If I can’t do it, then I’ll leave my name beside the great man who accomplishes it.
The Saint of Capernaum is currently shaking the continent.
A man who calls himself the Son of Deus.
Whether he is truly the Son of Deus or not is irrelevant.
What matters is that he might possess the ability to shake this world.
If he can perform miracles like those he did in Capernaum again…
If he can cause not just a single miracle but a continuous stream of them, he could change the fate of this continent.
By following him, I can leave my name in the history of the continent…!
Just that thought propelled me on my journey to meet the Saint.
Days and nights spent on horseback brought me beyond the Calandra Empire and into the Nova Empire, chasing the rumors of the Saint all the way to Debea in Genesaret.
Fortunately, I arrived in Genesaret ahead of the Saint, who was heading there.
And luckily, the place the Saint was headed to was Debea, a city belonging to Genesaret.
“Stop. Show your ID… Huh? Could it be Lady Judah?”
The knight guarding the gate recognized me and guided me to the lord’s castle.
“Judah! It’s been a while! Come here, let’s embrace!”
Genesaret is the territory ruled by my beloved uncle. Debea is a small city on the outskirts of Genesaret, governed by my uncle’s vassals.
Even though I’m sneaking away from the Academy without my parents knowing, my uncle welcomed me suddenly, having cherished me since I was a child.
“The Saint of Capernaum… You’re talking about the man who performed that miracle. Hmmm…”
While talking with my uncle, I eventually brought up why I came here.
“He is leading an enormous crowd from Capernaum towards here, Genesaret, so I’m keeping a close watch. If that man decides to stir up a riot in this city, it could spell danger.”
My uncle frowned, looking thoughtful.
“I share your concerns. However, blocking him and his crowd from entering the city lacks a valid justification, and it would turn them all hostile. Conversely, if we let them in without knowing what that man is thinking, it could be too risky.”
“But uncle, if we manage it well, we could bring all those people in as labor for the city. Genesaret is severely lacking in population for its land. You’ve often complained about wanting more people around.”
“That’s true. But as I mentioned, that man, the ‘Son of Deus’, is the problem. By the way, Judah, you were the head of the ‘Sorority’ believing in Deus at the Academy, right? Your older sister and brother-in-law have become devout followers of Deus. It seems that the deity is causing quite a stir lately. Wait a moment… Judah, is it possible that you came here because…?”
“Yes, uncle. In fact, I’ve come here to find out if that man is truly an apostle of Deus. I’ve temporarily taken a leave of absence from the Academy.”
“A leave of absence? Sigh… Do your sister and brother-in-law know about this?”
“…No, I’ve written them a letter. But I doubt they’ll be too angry. It’s about Lord Deus, after all.”
“Indeed… At some point, your sister and brother-in-law have become fanatics of Deus. Most of the nobles of Calandra belonging to the Deus cult have, too. Well, fine. While attending the Academy, sneaking out might be possible. I did it myself.”
“Anyway, uncle! What I want to say is this.”
“What do you want to say?”
“I want to meet that ‘Son of Deus’.”
“…I see. Well, Judah, you have believed in Deus too. So you’re curious if that man is truly the ‘Son of Deus’.”
“That’s right. So…”
No. To be precise, it’s about that man’s abilities.
Of course, I’m curious whether he is truly the ‘Son of Deus’. However, the reason I want to know that is not because of my faith in Deus, but because I want to see if he is truly suited to help me realize my dream.
I want to know if he possesses abilities that befit my dream.
“I will meet that man personally and talk with him.”
“You want to talk with him?”
“I want to know what kind of person he is and why he came to Genesaret. Can you grant me full authority in Debea for a moment? Then I will handle the issue with that man.”
“Judah, you want to talk with that man…”
My uncle pondered with his chin in hand.
“…Alright. It’s convenient since I don’t have anyone suitable.”
And so, I became able to meet that man as a representative of Genesaret.
*
Upon arriving in Debea, I immediately issued an order.
If the Saint of Capernaum arrives in Debea, bring him to me immediately.
Then my uncle’s vassal governing Debea delivered the news.
The Saint has arrived in Debea.
While wasting time on meaningless tasks, I dashed to the room where the Saint was being held.
Creeeak
I opened the door.
I bowed my head.
And greeted him politely.
To make a good first impression.
“It’s an honor to meet you. Saint of Capernaum, Son of Deus.”
There was no response.
I raised my head to see the face of the Saint.
Sky blue hair caught my eye.
Just like the color of the Pulsreino family…
“Pulsreino?”
…Huh?
That beautiful face with distinctive sky-blue hair…
Could it be Luke Pulsreino, the fresh student who enrolled in the Academy not long ago and the brother of Meiru Pulsreino?
That’s a face I recognized from the Academy!
…Wait a minute. I’m so confused.
“Pulsreino…?”
The man before me finally spoke.
“Do I appear to be a Pulsreino?”
Do I appear to be a Pulsreino?
…Looking purely at appearance, he definitely looks like Meiru’s brother.
But then again… that doesn’t make sense.
Luke Pulsreino is the Saint of Capernaum!
When the news of the ‘Capernaum miracle’ broke, Luke Pulsreino was at the Academy.
It’s definitely true, as I had grown interested and started investigating him due to Meiru’s lack of honesty.
This means that while the real Luke Pulsreino was at the Academy performing miracles, the man in front of me has been actively operating as the Saint.
It can’t be possible for him to be the same person unless he has two bodies!
Could he just be a lookalike?
But still… is it really possible to look so identical just because they resemble each other?
“Judah Iscariot.”
As I was confused and unable to respond, he opened his mouth.
D-Did he just say my name? Did I mention my name?
“Are you wanting to know my true identity? To confirm whether I am indeed the one and only Son of the living Deus. And to understand what I am here for.”
“…Y-Yes. I apologize, but as one who believes in Deus, I must know for certain, so I came to see you like this.”
My head was spinning in this utterly confusing situation.
But that wasn’t an incorrect response. The justification I presented to my uncle was to learn about this man’s identity and objectives.
“No.”
…No? Can this man read my thoughts?
“Judah, your curiosity isn’t about my identity. It’s about your dream.”
…My dream? Could it be…
“I have a dream I’ve held since childhood. The kind of dream that no adult has truly listened to. Such dreams were dismissed as childish whims. Judah, you want to leave your name in the history of this world. You want to be at the center of the whirlpool that shakes this world.”
!!!
“H-How do you know…?”
I fell to my knees in shock.
This is insane.
How could he know about something I’ve only held inside me?
My unique squinty-eyed deceptive ability is outstanding.
No one knows my innermost thoughts, not even those in Garot, much less my parents.
He figured out my dream… just by looking at me?
“Follow me, Judah.”
He extended his hand towards me, who had slumped down with my knees weak.
“Your dream. It will come true.”
Whispering the sweetest words in the world, he…
Didn’t mock my dreams, didn’t belittle them, and didn’t dismiss them as the nonsense of a child.
He said it would come true.
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