Please Stop The Pope

The northern region of Eden was infamous for its harsh natural environment. Unlike other parts of the continent, every living being in the north was relentless and tenacious.

And that included the humans who lived there.

Once, a priest who visited our village said something similar:@@novelbin@@

“The plum blossom blooms beautifully after enduring the winter. Northern humans are just like those flowers.”

The priest, who introduced himself as Benechi, treated me kindly despite the village shamans labeling him as no different from a demon.

Even though they ostracized him, he smiled and extended kindness to the villagers.

He told me I was someone born under the love of the goddess Rimen.

"Leo, one day you’ll play an important role in our Church. Lady Rimen loves you very much."

But I couldn’t believe his words.

Everything I had loved had vanished without a trace.

My parents, my family, my friends—everyone and everything I had cherished had left me.

The village shamans, along with others, called me “cursed by the spirits.”

And I believed that myself.

Now, it seemed that even the people who hated me wanted to take that “curse” away from me as well.

"Aaaaargh!"

"Surviving warriors, take the children and flee to the eastern village!"

"The future of our tribe depends on it..."

The sound of destruction echoed everywhere, accompanied by the stench of blood.

Staring at the hell unfolding before me, I muttered to myself.

"Born under the love of a god, huh?"