The right seat of God.

As the name suggests, it is the seat on the right side of God.

In the Crucifixion, the position of 'right' represents 'reciprocity'.

In other words, it means 'in a position equal to God'.

The mere mention of this word would make most believers think of only the above-mentioned associations.

However, within the "Roman Orthodoxy" of the world's largest cross sect and churches spread over hundreds of countries, it also has another meaning.

It's the name of a group.

- "God's Right Seat."

An organization shrouded in mysteries, where even many high-level members of the church itself have only heard of one-sided intelligence, can be described as a secret within a secret.

It is rumored that its members have always maintained the number of four, corresponding to the "Four Angels" who have the most important positions among the "Angels".

Such 'they' possess the power and knowledge that even the Pope has to rely on.

However, this special organization, which was originally set up with the original intention of "giving advice in secret" and "preventing the pope from asking others about the occurrence of this ominous phenomenon", has completely become the de facto decision-maker of "Roman Orthodoxy" in the long course of development due to the excessive reliance of successive popes.

The man in front of Zela now, the land on the left, is a member of this group.

He is the symbol of the 'left', 'green' and 'earth' of the four seats.

Moreover, in what is now known as "the name of God and the distribution of its corresponding office," the "left land" corresponds to the "medicine of God (Raphael)."

Therefore, he can use the 'fruits' and 'blessings' of the earth to gain power by ingesting large amounts of 'wine' corresponding to the 'blood of the gods' and 'bread' corresponding to the 'flesh of the gods' in rituals.

But in fact, there is one point that has been 'misplaced' from the 'source'.

It's a pity that this is a very important thing.

The land on the left doesn't know.

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In Denmark, on the outskirts of Van Dolap, stand two figures that are out of step with the surrounding landscape.

One of them, a man commonly known as 'Earth', was looking at the girl in front of him with a blank expression.

His gaze moved slowly, and in his subtle observations, he did not forget to calculate a suitable distance.

The ground is clear.

Although he behaves in a relaxed manner, these are mere negotiation skills.

In fact, Earth has been on high alert from the start.

Because the person he faced this time was not something he could handle casually.

This girl is a "saint".

Even in the group he is in, people with this trait are extremely powerful and special beings.

Once the so-called "stigma" power is liberated, the "saint" can temporarily gain the ability to surpass the limits of human beings.

It is no exaggeration to say that they alone can influence the course of an ordinary war.

It is precisely because he knows the horror of the "saints" that the earth is so vigilant.

Unlike his superficial appearance, it is not so simple to become a member of the "Right Seat of God".

But vigilance does not mean fear.

As the darkest part of the "Roman Orthodoxy", he did not come here to admire the appearance of the "saint".

Thinking of the purpose of his arrival, Di widened his eyes slightly and took the lead in speaking.

"You're right, okay, it's a little late to introduce yourself, so please listen to it."

Affirming his previous mistake of judging people by his appearance, he smiled slightly like a friendly messenger.

He wore a loose green gown over his thin body, and his cheeks were sunken, looking very unhealthy.

So in the girl's opinion, this expression is really a little infiltrating.

"I am a member of the Roman Orthodox Church, and you can call me 'earth'."

Without the consciousness of being 'hateful', he concealed some information that could not be revealed, and happily reported his name.

In response, the girl who pondered the other party's intentions also spoke.

"Is that so? My name is Zela, and as you can see, I'm just a magician on the way. ”

Looking directly into the other's nutritionally unbalanced eyes, she continued.

"What do the Roman Orthodox people have to do with me?"

That's what I asked, but Zela knew the true identity of the land, so she could guess the intention.

The purpose of the contact between the "Left Land", which represents the "medicine of the gods (Raphael)", and the "saints" who possess the same nature, can be imagined.

It's nothing more than the pull of the identity position, or the adjustment of angelism.

Both possibilities were possible, but Kelzela's instincts told her that the other was more likely to come for the latter purpose.

"Haha, although it's okay to explain the intention directly, but before that, there is one thing I want to ask first."

The ground opened his mouth slightly in a low voice.

In his casual tone, he revealed something that he cared about like a creed.

"Are you a Roman Orthodox? Of course, it wasn't before, and now it's allowed to convert if you want to. Oh, only here, I'll baptize you personally, this is already an extra treat, what do you think? ”

Ground grinned and suggested.

Rather than a seemingly ordinary inquiry, this is actually quite important.

It was even about his attitude and course of action afterwards.

Waiting for the girl's answer.

So, is Zela a Roman Orthodox?

The answer is clearly no.

Not even the idea of joining.

Because.

"It's not good, I'm going to disappoint you, I already have a god of faith."

She kept her previous smile and didn't change.

Zela wasn't lying, was she?

On the other side of the dimension, a goddess who did not want to be named gave a small sneeze.

Of course, the earth will not know about this.

His expression did not change either, but the atmosphere around him became more solemn, like that of a priest who had failed to preach.

"Oh, that's a pity."

With a habitual mouth fetish, he hummed exaggeratedly.

For some reason, I can still hear a strange 'sense of reassurance'.

Then, he quietly adjusted a certain energy in his body.

"God will guide devout believers to the holy kingdom."

He laughed.

"As for those who can't respond to God's expectations, it's time for me to come out."

He opened his hand, and a misty white powder began to gather around him.

It is a 'wheat flour' commonly used to make bread.

"It's a bit rushed, but I'm sorry, my judgment is that there is no need to negotiate."

The reason is simple.

On the left is the Roman Orthodox "Right Seat of God."

His forbearance will only be reserved for believers in God.

And Zela is such a 'heretic'.

Not within the scope of his 'salvation'.

"In short, I'm not a person who can be dispatched casually, since I'm here, please cooperate with me for a while."

- Wow.

With this as a node, the sound of tearing the air rang out by the calm lake.