Please Stop The Pope

After joining the Rimen Church, my life turned 180 degrees.

The most significant change? I no longer had to worry about what to eat tomorrow.

My younger siblings were able to attend the church-operated school and receive an education. We could finally live in comfort, incomparable to our past struggles.

Oh, and there was also a major change for me.

The height that once led Siwoo to mistake me for a little girl had shot up dramatically.

Was it because I hadn’t eaten much as a child? I wasn’t sure, but now even I could barely recognize myself.

Perhaps that’s why, when I met Siwoo again, he said this to me:

“I’m Kim Siwoo. Nice to meet you.”

At first, I thought he was pretending not to know me on purpose.

He did seem like someone who loved playing pranks.

But soon, I realized he genuinely didn’t recognize me.

He even tilted his head and said, “You seem familiar. Have we met before?”

“Did I really say that?”

“You really did. I was so dumbfounded.”

“Then why didn’t you say so right away? You could’ve just said, ‘I’m the girl you saved back then, now appearing as a prophet.’ I would’ve understood instantly.”

“The fact that you needed me to explain it says a lot about you.”

I sighed deeply, catching the bottle that the Holy One tossed at me.

The war that had tormented us for so long was finally over.@@novelbin@@

The Holy One had torn Lucifer’s head off, and now, for the first time in a long while, it was just the three of us—me, the Holy One, and Leo—drinking together.

Behind us lay countless corpses of monsters and demons, but none of us paid them any mind.

We had survived. In the end, we had won.

That alone was reason enough to drink the entire day without any snacks.

“By the way, where did you get this drink?”