A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 55.2
“Here.”
Once I confirmed that they were scrambling up the narrow incline in a frenzy, I handed the child the two gold coins as promised.
Then I quickly turned my steps toward the carriage stand.
Eston was pacing right out front of the station.
“Milady!”
Spotting me, she brightened instantly.
She must have been quite anxious, afraid I’d be late or that I wouldn’t come back at all.
“What time is it?”
“Exactly half past three.”
“Let’s go.”
I climbed straight into the carriage we’d come in.
Any further delay and the Duke’s watcher stationed outside the boutique would sense something amiss.
“Haa…”
Only after the carriage set off did I finally let my weary body slump completely.
Perhaps because I’d used my ability, my vision wavered as though I might collapse at any moment.
But I had to endure until we returned to the boutique.
Seeing how exhausted I was, Eston asked anxiously.
“Are you unwell, Milady? You’re far too pale.”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you get your business done?”
“No.”
“Then what were you… No, never mind.”
Eston, about to ask what had delayed me, fell silent in a rush when she saw my dangerous expression.
‘Business…’
My only business was the damn female lead’s whereabouts.
‘And instead of finding her, I ended up purifying someone again, damn it…’
The only thing I’d gained was the absurd revelation that the Blue Moon Guild, which appeared in the original novel, was actually a cult.
Since there was nothing Eston could do about it anyway, I didn’t bother mentioning I’d used my ability.
Instead, to keep myself from fainting, I threw out another topic.
“Eston. Do you know anything about… the Sephirot Church?”
“The Sephirot Church? You mean that cult that’s been spreading lately?”
“Yeah.”
I didn’t know if it was ‘lately’, but the only cult I was aware of was that one.
Thankfully, Eston seemed to have heard of it too.
“I don’t know the details, but the rumors are nothing but nonsense.”
“Like what?”
“Well, that the God Sephirot created this world. That they can predict when and where a Gate will open…”
“……”
“And that believers will live in paradise without Gates or miasma.”
Hmm. Up to that point, it didn’t sound much different from ordinary religious doctrine.
But then Eston continued, and I frowned.
“And what else… Oh, right. If you bring them the Corrupted, they’ll ‘restore’ them. As if they’re Purifiers themselves. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”
Eston snorted, but I couldn’t laugh along.
Because it matched exactly with what the tattooed thug had said.
― Then why are you looking for them?
― Hold on. You remember that one woman, right? The so-called Purifier from the capital. She came every month to play the shill for them real well.
‘So the Blue Moon Guild is the Sephirot Church?’
If my hunch was right, then maybe those rumors Eston mentioned weren’t complete nonsense.
It could have been Llewellyn purifying the Corrupted.
‘The female lead… a cultist? How does that make sense?’
The sheer absurdity jolted me wide awake from my fatigue.
I pondered deeply.
On second thought, maybe it wasn’t impossible.
As far as I knew, this country—the main stage of the novel—had no state religion.
But it was only natural for people to seek gods in the face of disaster.
Even in modern times, cults abounded.
And there were even Awakeners who secretly believed.
‘As long as it doesn’t harm anyone, who cares? Religion’s a matter of personal freedom…’
Even I, though normally an atheist, would pray desperately—to God, Buddha, hell, even the damned author of this novel—when things were dire.
‘The female lead must’ve had her hardships too. If she leaned on faith when it got too hard, that’s understandable.’
With that thought, a sense of calm returned to me.
Yes. In a world where even dead villains can come back to life, what’s a cult?
A female lead who’s too flawless would just be boring anyway…
“But why did it have to be named Sephirot? It just feels unpleasant.”
And then Eston’s grumbling shattered the peace I’d just managed to recover.
I froze and turned to her.
“…What is Sephirot?”
“You don’t know the story of Sephirot? Oh, right. You lost your memory.”
Now accustomed to my circumstances, she explained kindly.
“Sephirot was the name of the sinner who opened the first Gate.”
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