Sylvie Side: Evil God-san and the Saint
It was an endlessly white place.
Huh? I was supposed to be in my room praying......
"Hello, Sylvie-chan, welcome."
I was surprised to be called by such a voice. I was surprised to see a strange old man suddenly appear in front of me.
The suit that daddy sometimes wears? A kind-looking old man wearing glasses. But there was something strange about him in many ways......
"God?"
I asked him, expressing that strange feeling.
"Yes, it's God."
Grandpa answered with a gentle smile.
"Well, it's been a while since the Saint's oracle ability was activated, so I was surprised. Then it turned out to be Sylvie-chan, so I brought you here. I'm sorry for surprising you."
God put his hands together and apologized to me. I had only spoken to him for a few minutes, but this god's expression changed all the time and it's funny. I couldn't help but smile. I came to like this God more than the goddess of the church.
"Now, why did Sylvie-chan pray to me?"
God asked me this with a gentle smile. That question reminded me of why I was praying.
"I want to help Cal Onee-chan. God, please allow me to use the power of the Saint."
I fold my hands in front of God and pray. I really want to help Cal Onee-chan with the power of the Saint. Please, God.
"No, no! Sylvie-chan, you don't have to ask so politely! Come on, take it easy, make yourself comfortable."
God hurriedly made me stand up and stopped my prayer. God seemed to be concerned about me.
"Um... God, can you grant my request?"
I got worried and asked God. If I get rejected here, I won't be able to help Cal Onee-chan...
God's expression changed to a troubled one and he remained silent. After all, is it a difficult thing even for God......?
"Listen, Sylvie-chan. It's easy for you to use the power of the Saint."
"Eh!?"
I was so surprised that I couldn't help but cry out. If it's easy, why...
"In order to use the power of the Saint, you must overcome a trial. Can you do that?"
God asked me with a serious expression.
"I will undergo the trial in order to save Cal Onee-chan."
I answered God clearly. I don't want to remain helpless. I want to be kind to everyone, just as they have been kind to me. I want the power of the [Saint] for that purpose.
God looked at me with a sad expression and then told me.
"What comes to mind, Sylvie-chan, when you hear the word ritual?"
Ritual……
I hate that word. At church, the priest did a lot of terrible things to me, calling it a ritual. That's why I feel painful when I remember what those rituals are...
Wait a minute... God... maybe...
My body trembled when I thought about it......
"That's right... As you thought, what you think is hard for you is the ritual. Light-kun... perform the ritual with your daddy."
Doing the ritual with daddy......
"It may seem cruel to say this, but the rituals you have undergone at the church until now have been meaningless. But your daddy is different. He is a [Demon King] and his mana is enormous. If he directly pours the light magic into you, your mana will greatly expand. Then, you will be able to use the power of the [Saint] to its fullest.''
God looked at me with a serious expression and spoke to me.
"The time I spent in the church until now is meaningless..."
I felt extremely sad as my words spilled out unexpectedly... I was so sad that up until now I had lived through hardships, but it was all in vain...
"I don't know if it's any consolation, but the painful past you went through may have been necessary for you to understand the kindness of everyone you feel now. If you know pain, you can understand the pain of others. You know pain, you understand the pain and you can be there for them. Maybe that's why you wanted to help Cal."
God speaks to me with a gentle voice.
Indeed... if I hadn't had a painful past, I might never have met mama and daddy or realized their kind feelings...
Maybe I wanted to help because I saw myself in Cal Onee-chan......
Has my painful past made me who I am now?
"That's right. You, who know pain and the kindness of others, are now trying to reach out to those who are hurt and sad. You are truly worthy of being called a [Saint]."
God gently pats my head. It feels really good. The sad feelings I had just now seemed to slowly melt away and disappear.
"God, I'm going to have the ritual with daddy."
I'm no longer afraid of getting hurt. There are people I want to help. And I want to be kind to people from now on.
God smiled at my words.
"I see. The ritual may be painful for you, but you can rest assured. Your daddy is kind and won't do anything you don't like. Originally, what you think of as a ritual is an act of love between a man and a woman. It's an act of sharing their feelings for each other and wishing each other happiness. So, please convey your love to your daddy who loves you too."
I nodded in response to God's words.
"Thank you, God."
As I whispered this, the white world shone and enveloped me.
I found myself in my room, still in prayer.
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