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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 267: With the Outer Church

Chapter 267: With the Outer Church

I left Ryozo’s hospital‍‌ room, still surrounded‍​​ by lingering commotion.​ Having narrowly escaped⁠ disaster, the exhaustion‍ was beyond words.‌⁠

In‍‍​ the end, Saki​‌ Hina even mentioned‌⁠‌ a two-digit number​‌​ of potential wives,​⁠‍ but I didn’t‍‌ feel it was​‌‌ worth responding, so‍ I slipped away​‍‌ as quickly as​⁠​ I could.

“Huff…”‌

I walked down the⁠ hallway, tapping my‌ tense shoulder muscles‌ with my fingers.‌‍

Outside‍‍ the window, darkness​ was slowly melting‍‌ into the horizon.‍

‘What‍‌‌ a mess. It⁠‌ cost me quite‌​ a bit of​‍‍ time.’

But​ it was fine.⁠⁠ Starting tomorrow, winter‌ break begins. That‍‌ meant I’d have‌​ more free time​⁠‍ than during the‌ semester. Two whole​ months to focus‌ entirely on the⁠‌​ duties of the‍​‍ Seven Stars and‌⁠​ war preparations.

‘On⁠​ second thought, that​​⁠ doesn’t sound so‍⁠‌ relaxing after all.’‍⁠

As⁠​⁠ I looked out⁠‌ the window, someone​​​ approached from the⁠​ side. I assumed​⁠ it was another‍​ patient or visitor,‍ so I stepped‍ aside, but they‌⁠⁠ addressed me directly.⁠‍

“I⁠ am Priest Welter⁠‌‍ of the Outer‍ Church. It is‌⁠ an honor to​⁠ meet you, Lord​ Heavenly Sword.”

I looked to the‌ side. A man‌⁠‍ with a calm⁠‍​ expression greeted me,⁠‌‌ placing his fist​‍‌ over his chest.⁠⁠

“The‍⁠‌ Outer Church? Are‍ you here as‍‌‍ an escort for‍‌‍ Yu Sein?”

I replied with a nod and asked.‍‍ The priest responded‍‍​ with an open‌​ smile.

“In‌⁠ general, yes, but⁠‌​ that’s not our‍ only reason. In​​ fact, even without⁠​ the saint, our‌​ Outer Church had‌‍ already planned a visit to the​‌​ Academy during the⁠ break. So, we‌ took the opportunity—left​⁠ minimal staff at‌⁠‍ headquarters and brought‍ the entire order‌⁠ of knights.”

“And‍​⁠ what’s the purpose‍ of the visit?”‍‌‌

“You‌⁠ already know.”

I stared at him‌‌⁠ for a moment​⁠ and let out⁠​ a long sigh.‌⁠⁠

“Take​‍‌ me then. We’re‍‌‌ blocking the hallway,​ and it’s bothersome​ for others.”

“How​‍‍ considerate of you—as⁠​ expected of the‌ Lord Heavenly Sword.”‍​‍

Though‌ I spoke indifferently,‌ the priest only‍ smiled kindly. I couldn’t tell if​⁠ it was his⁠​‍ nature or sheer​⁠​ hypocrisy. He seemed​​⁠ like a genuine⁠ believer, so I said no more.​⁠ Besides, I was‌ tired.

“We’ve‌‍ prepared a reception‍​‍ room. I’ll be​ happy to escort‍ you.”

I followed him as‌ we walked. As‌⁠ we neared the⁠‌ room, I saw‌⁠ several people in‌ white cloaks the​⁠ Holy Knights.

“““Greetings,‌⁠ Lord Heavenly Sword.”””​‌​

The⁠ group bowed politely‌⁠ upon seeing me.‍‍‌ Since it felt​ awkward to ignore‌‌⁠ them, I gave⁠ a small nod⁠ in return.

Then​‌ my gaze fell‍​⁠ on the emblems​‍​ on their cloaks—a​‌ kind of red‌‍ cross.

“That’s‍‍‌ the Mark of‍⁠ the Sinner.”

The‍ priest began speaking‍ as he saw‍‍‌ me observing.

“The‌‍ Outer Church was⁠‍ born from the‌⁠ rejection of the‍ gods. A rebellion⁠ against deities who‌ demand only faith‌⁠⁠ from humans. That​‍‌ was the beginning‌‍ of our religion.⁠⁠ You could say⁠​⁠ it stems from‌ the mindset of‌‌ the ‘ancients.’”

“So,⁠‍ you know about‌‍ the Ancients.”

“I⁠ don’t know how​ you’ll take this,‍ but there are​​​ very few things⁠‌​ the Outer Church⁠‍ does not know.”​

Welter‌‌‍ continued calmly.

“The​‌ doctrine and essence⁠⁠​ of a religion‍‍ are constructs shaped‍‌⁠ by history. We​ seek answers in‌‍‌ the past to‌​ find hope for⁠‍‌ the future. That’s⁠ why we strive​⁠ to learn as‍ much as possible.⁠‍ Not just to⁠ preach, but to‍‍⁠ gain wisdom from‍‌ historical events. That⁠ is the pursuit⁠‌⁠ of the Outer‍⁠ Church.”

“Hmm.”‍‌

I understood. This priest‍ had the talent⁠​‌ of complicating what’s‍‍‍ simple.

“And‌‌​ that’s why we​‍​ engrave the ‘Mark‌‍‌ of the Sinner’‍⁠‌ on our sacred‌​ robes—as a form‌‍ of reflection for‌‍ all the wrongs​‍​ we’ve committed through‍‍ history.”

“If‌ it’s a mark,‍‍‍ shouldn’t it be‍‌ on the body?⁠ Like a tattoo?”⁠

“In‌‌ ancient times, it‍‌‌ actually was etched‌ into the skin.”⁠

…What?‌ This is sounding​ like a cult.‍⁠

“But⁠‍ religion must adapt‍ to the times.​ If today we‌​‌ said we marked‍‌‌ people’s skin, what‍ would the public‍ think? They’d surely⁠‌‌ say we’re a cult. Wouldn’t they?”‌⁠⁠

“…….”​‍

Although​⁠​ we had arrived‌‍ at the room,⁠⁠ the priest continued‍‍‌ his sermon.

“Religion​​ must be flexible.‌⁠‌ If we cling‌‍‍ to the past,‌⁠⁠ people won’t see⁠​‍ us as saints‍ but as…”

“Hey,​‌⁠ you! Are you​ going to keep‍‍‍ preaching even in​‌ front of him?”​​

The‌‌⁠ door to the‌ room opened and‌ an elderly man‍ appeared. Instantly, the‌‌ knights bowed.

“““We​​ are here, Your⁠‌​ Holiness.”””

That​ old man is​ the Pope of‌ the Outer Church?‍

His‍⁠​ sudden appearance made⁠‍ me uneasy.

Welter⁠⁠ lowered his head⁠‍ the moment he⁠​ saw him.

“My⁠‌ apologies, Your Holiness.”⁠

“You‍‍⁠ don’t have to‍‍‌ apologize to me.​​ You should apologize‌‍​ to Lord Heavenly‌​ Sword, who patiently​ listened to your‌​ rambling.”

“Ah,​⁠ yes.”

Welter‌‍ turned toward me.​

“I‌ apologize for my⁠‍ impertinence.”

“Welter’s​‌ a fan of​‍ Lord Heavenly Sword.‌⁠​ That’s probably why‌⁠ he got carried​⁠⁠ away.”

The​⁠⁠ Pope gave him‍ a gentle pat⁠ on the back.​⁠‍

“Ah,‌​​ although it’s not‌ just Welter. In⁠ truth, everyone in‌⁠‍ the Outer Church—including‍‍ myself—are your admirers.”​

“I‍⁠ see…”

I replied evasively. I didn’t know how‌ to react. Every⁠​‍ word and gaze‍ focused on me‌ felt like a burden. And coming​ from the Pope,‍‍‌ his words were‍⁠ heavier than a mountain.

“I’ve⁠ let the cold‌‌ wind reach you​ for too long.​ Please, come inside.‍​ We’ve prepared some‍​ light refreshments.”

The​⁠ Pope took over​ from the priest.‌⁠

***‌⁠

The​​‌ first impression of⁠​⁠ the Pope was​ completely different from⁠​⁠ what I had⁠‍‌ imagined.

Well,​ to be honest,​​ I had never‍‍ imagined it, but‌ I didn’t expect‍ him to look⁠​‍ so ordinary.

‘He‍​​ looks like he’d⁠‍ be good at⁠ playing Go.’

Although‌ his aura was⁠⁠ something else. Beneath​‌⁠ those thick, gray‌‌‍ eyebrows, his eyes⁠⁠ shone with an⁠‍‍ uncommon light.

“It’s‍​⁠ not much, but​‍​ have something, Lord​⁠ Heavenly Sword. You‍⁠ must be hungry‌​⁠ after keeping your​​​ friend company so​ late.”

“Then,‌‍​ with your permission.”‌

I was hungry, so‌‌‌ I didn’t turn‌ down the offer.‌‍ I shoved a piece of bread⁠​ into my mouth‌‍‌ in one bite.‍⁠⁠

“Hehe,​ if I’d known​‍ you’d eat so​ heartily, I would‍​​ have prepared more.”‍⁠

The‌‍‌ Pope looked at​⁠‌ me from across‌ the table with‌ a serene smile.‌ His gaze was‌⁠‌ so warm that‌‌ I couldn’t help⁠‍ but let out​‌⁠ a sigh. That​ nostalgic expression made​​⁠ it clear he‌ knew who I was.

“That’s‍ right. I’m someone‌‍⁠ who knows that⁠​‌ you and the‌​‍ saint are not‌‍ from this world.​ Allow me to‌⁠​ begin speaking, and‍‍‍ you just listen⁠ while you eat.”‍​⁠

The​‍⁠ Pope offered me‌‌ a bottle of‌ water. I took‍⁠ a sip to‍​ clear my throat‍‍ and gave him​​‌ my full attention.‍‌​

“I’m‍‍ not quite sure‍ where to start…⁠​‍ ah, I think​ it’s best to​‌ first explain whom⁠‌‌ we serve in‌​‌ the Outer Church.”‍‌​

I had always been⁠ curious. I wondered‌‌ if that “outer‌‍‍ god” Yu Sein​‌⁠ spoke so often‌ about was the​⁠⁠ same one I was thinking of.‍

But‌​ she could never​​ really explain it,⁠ as if something⁠​​ was holding her‍​ back. And without‍‌ understanding our background,‌ it was hard‌ to accept.

Possessed,⁠ reincarnated, returned beings‍⁠‌ brought into this‌‍ world by a higher entity.

I had thought only‍‌ Yu Sein and‌‌⁠ I knew the‍‍‍ truth, but—

In‌‌ any case, I felt it was‌⁠ finally time to⁠‌ get answers to⁠ my questions.

“This⁠‍‌ world is a multiverse. ‘Outer god’⁠ literally means a god from the​‌ outside. It is⁠‍⁠ an entity that​​‌ rules over the⁠ many universes.”

Multiverse.⁠⁠‌ I’d vaguely heard‌ that from Yu‌⁠⁠ Sein.

I set the bread⁠ down on the‍ table.

The⁠‍ Pope took a deep breath and⁠⁠⁠ began to speak⁠ more deeply.

“Timelines​⁠ branch infinitely. The‌⁠ world we inhabit‌ is just one​‍ among that infinity.‍‍‍ The same applies‌‌ to the world​ you come from,‍ and to the‍‍ saint’s. Even the‍‍ universe we once⁠​ believed infinite is‌⁠​ just part of​⁠⁠ a higher plane.”‌‌

His‌ tone was so⁠‍​ calm, listening to⁠ him felt like‌‍⁠ floating. Perhaps because⁠‌‍ of the topic‌‍‌ of infinity, my​⁠‍ mind also felt‌ lighter.

“The⁠⁠ outer god resides‌​ in that higher⁠​ plane. But that⁠ doesn’t mean it’s​‍ ‘greater’ than other⁠‌‍ gods. It simply​ governs on a different scale. In​‌‍ divinity, there are‍ no hierarchies—only differences.”⁠‌‌

“So‌​‌ being more widespread‍‍ doesn’t necessarily make⁠ it greater.”

“Exactly.‍​ Though there can‌⁠‍ be differences in‌​‍ power. For example,​⁠ the ‘God of​⁠ the Sword’ was​‌ much stronger than‍‌‍ the corrupt gods⁠‍ of this world.​‍​ But that doesn’t‌‍​ make it the⁠ greatest, just that‍ its domain—cutting and​​⁠ rending—is very specific.”‌⁠⁠

“That⁠‍ God of the​‌‌ Sword and the‍​ Outer God—are they⁠⁠‍ different?”

“Hmm.”​​⁠

The⁠ Pope fell silent‍‌ for a moment,‍​ thoughtful.

“It’s​ hard to consider‌​‍ them the same⁠‍ entity. The ‘God⁠ of the Sword’‌​ was originally a fragment of the⁠ ‘Outer God.’ Over​​ time, it grew‍⁠‌ into an independent​ deity. So they⁠⁠ are the same‍ and not the⁠ same, part and​​ whole at once.”‍‍⁠

“So‍‌‍ the ‘Outer God’​​ is like the​‌ origin of the​ ‘God of the​⁠‌ Sword’? Is that​‌⁠ right?”

“Yes,‌ although not exactly.⁠ It’s not something​​‍ that can be​‍⁠ easily explained from‍‍‍ a human perspective.‍⁠‌ Even I don’t​​‍ truly understand it,‍‌ I’ve just grown​‍ used to it.‌ It’s not a mental limitation—it’s because‌ they belong to‌⁠‍ different planes. It’s‍‌ better to think⁠⁠ of them as⁠‌‍ the same. In‍‌ essence, that’s what‍⁠ they are.”

“……”​

“To‌‍ summarize the Outer‌⁠‌ God brought you,‌​⁠ the saint, and​‌ another into this⁠ world because it​‌‍ considered it a defective gear. First,‌ it tried to‍‍​ fix it by‌ sending a fragment,⁠ which became the​⁠ God of the⁠​​ Sword, but apparently‌​ that failed. So‍‌⁠ now it’s attempting⁠ another correction, this⁠ time investing seven‍‌ hundred years.”

From​​‌ Balor Joaquin to​​⁠ the present, the‌ Outer God had‌​‍ been planning for​⁠ centuries how to​ fix this world.‍

And⁠‍⁠ why?

I have no way⁠​⁠ of knowing. But‍ as the Pope​‍‌ said, if this‌ world collapses, the​ other timelines could‌ also become entangled.⁠ That would mean‌‌ total destruction.

“Was⁠‍ my explanation confusing?”​​​

“No‍‌ more than Priest​ Welter’s.”

I shook my head.‌‍⁠ The Pope burst​⁠ into laughter.

“Welter‌​ comes from a noble family, that’s‍‍ why he speaks‍‍ so convolutedly. Though‌​ he’s been with⁠‌‍ us for ten‍ years, what you‌ learn as a child doesn’t go‌‍ away easily.”

“So‌ he gave up​ his title and⁠⁠⁠ chose to become⁠‍ a priest.”

“Do‌​ you know what⁠ he said to⁠ me the first‍‍​ time we met?‌​‍ ‘God is dead!’​‌⁠ He shouted it⁠​‌ so loudly I almost had a heart attack.”

“And‌⁠​ how did he​ end up becoming‌⁠​ a fanatic—sorry, a devout priest?”

The‌ Pope smiled nostalgically.​

“I⁠​ didn’t convince him.​ I didn’t even​‍ try. If I had forced him,⁠⁠ it would’ve only‍⁠‌ pushed him further​​ away. Instead, I put him to‌​ clean the library.​​​ One day I walked in and​‍​ saw he’d dropped​‍‍ the broom to⁠ read ancient books.‍‍ I tried to​ take them away,​ but he begged‌‌​ me to let⁠‍ him continue. I gave them back,​ and he was⁠‍ as happy as‍‍‍ a child. And‍‌‌ just like that,‍ that young man⁠ became one of​ the most devout.”​

In​‌‍ short, the Pope‌‌ was a master‌​‍ of emotional push‍ and pull.

“While‍⁠ we’re at it,​‌​ I brought some⁠⁠​ items from our​ church for you.‌‍​ I sent them‍ to your office.‌‌‌ They might come‌​⁠ in handy in​ the future.”

“Thank⁠​​ you. That wasn’t​‌ necessary.”

“Haha,⁠‍ I’m glad you‌⁠ didn’t reject them.⁠⁠​ If you had,​​‍ I would’ve taken‍​‌ them right back.”‍

Correction‌‌‌ the Pope isn’t⁠ just good at​ emotional games. He’s⁠ a supreme master.‌‌‌

“Well‌​​ then, we should​​ take our leave.‌‍‍ It’s late. Our​⁠ knight order will​ be working with​ the Association to‌‌ protect the Academy⁠​ for a while.”⁠​​

“Ah…”‍‌​

I was silently impressed.​‌ So that’s why⁠​ they brought all​ those knights.

“Also,⁠​⁠ if anything happens,​‍‍ don’t hesitate to​ ask our church‍⁠‌ for help. We’ll​⁠ intervene without hesitation.⁠ Although our doctrine⁠‍ says we shouldn’t⁠⁠ get involved in​‌‍ worldly matters—who cares‌ about that? This‌‌‌ is all about​ survival. Religion must⁠ change too.”

I nodded gently, showing​​ my gratitude in‌‌‌ my gaze.

The​​⁠ Pope personally opened​‌⁠ the door for‍ me.

“Rest‍‍ well, Lord Heavenly​ Sword. The difference‍ between humans and⁠‌ gods is that⁠ you need to‍ sleep. It’s when‍‌ you’re most vulnerable,​ but also when​⁠ you can dream.⁠⁠ That’s a privilege‍ exclusive to humans—even⁠‌‌ the gods envy‍ it.”

As⁠‍​ I was about‌​ to leave, I stopped and turned‍ back to him.⁠​

“May‌‌ I ask you‌‌‌ something, Your Holiness—how⁠ did you return⁠ to religion?”

“Interested‍‍‍ in an old‍⁠ man’s past?”

The​‌ Pope smiled briefly,⁠‍ but then his‌⁠ expression turned bitter.‌‌

“The‍⁠ woman I loved‍⁠ wanted to become‍‌‍ a nun. Nuns‌​​ can’t have ties‍⁠​ with men. I thought about taking‍ her away, running‌ off with her.‍‍ But in the⁠ end, she married​‌ someone else. I guess I just​​‍ wasn’t what she‌ wanted.”

Wow.‌

“After‍ that, it was⁠⁠⁠ the typical story‌⁠ of a man‍‍ consumed by revenge.‌‍ Now, with time,⁠‌​ I think maybe‌‍ all of that‍‌‍ was also the​‍ will of the‌‌ Outer God.”

I nodded silently.

It‌⁠​ was the best⁠ comfort I could​‍​ offer.

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