Demon Worshiper

Praise, worship. our great demon king. Those were the first words we heard in the Citadel Republic.

Just one word was enough to understand how desperate the situation was here.

People sometimes tend to worship things that are fearful and frightening.

“Is this… the Citadel Republic? Rather than…”

Rocca looked around the room continuously. But there was nothing in sight.

It seemed as if people were roaming, looming in the darkness, but there was no light through because gray and white ashes were all over the place.

“It’s just… I think it’s the Demon Realm…”

“Worse. I’d rather be the devil.”

People who are not familiar with the Demon Realm tend to think that it is a living hell where humans cannot live. The village elders used to scare them that the demon realm is the most terrible place where demons live, and that if a human set foot on it, even the soul would become corrupted.

Well, because they haven’t been to the Demon Realm.

The Demon Realm is just the outskirts of a continent that is barren and difficult for humans to live. As demons are creatures after all, they never live in a place like this.

“Careful, Rocca. I will bump into you.”

Oops, one step late. The child could not see the tree on the road and hit his head.

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My child had a hard head, so it didn’t seem to hurt, but Roka seemed to be in a very bad mood. Still, I’m glad it’s over at this point.

“It’s worse than I thought. If it weren’t for the feathers, I’d have a problem with my lungs.”

Nope, squeaks could be heard all over the city. As soon as the coughing stopped, another person coughed.

The smell of sulfur was everywhere, and even Rocca’s fine nose couldn’t tell what was around him, but when he closed his eyes and relied on his ears, he could still see some outline. The boy had his eyes closed as if he had realized it. It was cute to watch him prick his ears and search for the sound.

‘It’s not smoke, it’s not fog. Should I call it smog?’

“This city is punished because it has fallen! Soon the Demon King will purify everything! Don’t be afraid to die! He is coming! Worship him!”

“right! Yes!”

“Let us worship his advent!”

Even more worrisome than this smog is that despair and fear resided in people’s hearts.

For some citizens, even that fear seemed to have turned into piety. Their praise is not God, but the greatest demon. Too bad

“everyone. What is Nim? A name we will always miss, our hearts! It is a name we have longed for and wept and thirsted for for many years. You are referring to the primordial Demon King, Grimudo, who will burn this corrupt world and open up paradise.

The strongest, oldest, and most feared of the Arctic is, in fact, ironic, but he is the only demon lord worshiped by humans.

Although he himself does not try to make a worshiper, his faith in him is gradually increasing. The number is probably equal to those who despaired of the world.

Demon lord worshipers are usually exhausted and desperate. Those who wish the world to collapse rather than live in this harsh reality.

The primordial demon king, who can most certainly destroy the world, would be nothing more than a single god to them. This is why, no matter how much the Trinity Church oppresses, the number of believers in Grimudo is gradually increasing.

“You idiots. That doesn’t mean the Demon King will grant you power.”

Loka spoke to herself. But there is no reason to believe.

People do not believe that something must come back. The world is wide and there are many people. Some of them are ready to worship anything other than Grimudo.

In fact, it is unstoppable for such people to worship the Demon King. No matter how oppressed and punished, there will definitely be people who believe in the Demon King.

But most people don’t usually listen to it. Before this happened.

“right! These bastards! People who usually only collect taxes run away and this is me? Is this a republic?!”

“There are no ships in the harbor, and the ships that left are full of gold coins, not people. So what about us? Do you mean all die? good night. great. let’s really die But even if it’s embarrassing, I can’t die alone.”

“Are there still people who worship the goddess? I’m going to die soon anyway, so let’s all believe in the Demon King. Then he will wipe out all those who forsook us and ran away!”

Cheers were heard from all over the city. To those who had already despaired, I saw an existence capable of destroying the world that had abandoned me.

To praise and serve him might be the greatest resistance that those abandoned in this Vales City can resist.

As long as the oven is warm, there is bread for dinner within reach, and your family leads a healthy and peaceful life, you may not even hear the talk of worshiping the demon king, but now, how about it?

It didn’t seem like the number of people praising the demon king from all directions was small at all.

“For now, I have to do something about this ashes.”

Right now, I can barely see Roka next to me, no matter what I want to do, I can’t do anything. I am also new to the Republic of Rocado Citadel, and I am completely new to geography.

From my hand, I pulled out a millstone. salt grinding mill. It’s been a long time since I’ve used this power, but of course I didn’t feel good. The fact that miracles and powers are used is actually better if there are none.

“What is that?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m eating now?”

When a millstone was held in my empty hand as if it had been there from the beginning, Rocca looked at me with curious eyes.

It is a millstone, a millstone. The only difference is that it is not used to grind grain like ordinary millstones do, but to make salt.

“It’s a millstone that makes salt. I don’t even have to turn it myself. All you have to do is put it down and tap the handle…”

Then, the millstone rattles and turns on its own. Like an invisible fairy holding a handle and turning a millstone.

The millstone, which looked rather crude, started turning with a grinding sound, and white salt began to fall like snow between the upper and lower stones. He picked up the salt and sprinkled it over us, and the world suddenly lit up. To be precise, the light began to shine around us.

Zeng!

The salt absorbed the dust and turned into black powder. As if the sun favors us, black ashes pierced only that part and let the sunlight in.

Power, the millstone for grinding salt. Produces salt to ward off evil and evil spirits, and to purify pollution.

Spraying it around has the effect of driving away pests such as flies and mosquitoes, or poisons containing poison.

If you spray it on polluted land or water, it absorbs the pollution and purifies it. When the limit is exceeded, it turns black and then disappears.

“Great!”

“No, it doesn’t make any sense if the volcano continues to spit out smoke. look. It’s been a while since salt was poured, and the ashes are coming again.”

The barrier of ashes, which had been broken for a while, was restored and covered the sky. Still, for a brief moment, it was clearly visible. The Calderan Mountains were invisible when the ashes were thick because they were far away.

The mountains were burning all over, and smoke formed black pillars that held up the sky. Even just looking at it from afar, I could only admire the power of Mother Nature.

It may have been fortunate that it was rather obscured by the blackout of thick smoke. If this dreadful image had been properly seen, the citizens would surely have plunged into a deeper despair.

But you can’t hide in this darkness forever and turn away from the truth.

“Who are you?”

Now, I could see the man shouting whale whales from beyond the ashes. He seemed to be middle-aged and had soot on his face that it was difficult to understand him properly, but he was a fairly decent man.

He looked at me and yelled. Beside him, people who were suddenly influenced by Grimudoism looked at me as if glaring at me.

“Who dares to interrupt our prayers?”

“For now, I am just a passerby.”

I exhorted Roka, who was about to scream behind me, grabbed salt and sprinkled it around once more.

The second time I sprinkled salt, the street was now clean, and the air was a bit hazy, but my view was open.

“What a piece of work this is! What are you doing? yes?”

“Would you like some salt? It is a salt that absorbs ash and smoke.”

No matter how much salt there is, it cannot brighten up this city if the two of us, Roka and I, sprinkle it around.

But it can be done if people only sprinkle salt on and around their own homes.

The brighter the city, the brighter the city’s future will be, but it will lessen people’s agitation.

The effect has already begun to appear. A person who was probably a citizen, who was listening with interest to the doctrines of Grimuthism, approached me.

“I… did I say salt?”

“sure. You can taste it. It is salt that is okay to eat until it absorbs the ashes.”

He didn’t seem to believe it, so he put down the mill again and knocked it back. Every time he went back, white salt came out, and his eyes popped out too. He reached out and took a pinch of salt, brought it to his mouth, and his eyes widened.

“It’s salt! It’s also very tasty salt!”

“Salt? Really?”

“Can I really take it?!”

“sure. You are welcome to take it.”

Then, he began to ask persistently.

“Is it free?”

“Of course not.”

“Are there any conditions?”

“There is no such thing. You can carry as much as you can carry.”

“Here, we give you salt for free! You can take whatever you want!”

One person called another, and that person called the next person, but in an instant, it was crowded around me. A middle-aged man shouted from over there on the podium.

“everyone. Don’t be fooled by such nonsense! We will die anyway! They’ll all die! What does all that salt have to do with it!”

Seeing people rolling in large oak barrels to pick up salt, I thought so too.

It doesn’t matter if you bring a lot, but this is salt. Although it is salt that purifies pollution and drives out the unclean, that is all. This is just salt. At the very least, it can’t even heal people.

Because this is a power focused on purification and exorcism rather than healing. Such compromises played a major role in the ability of a salt mill to produce indefinite amounts of salt. Healing is harder than you think.

‘Salt is… precious. It’s precious, but…’

If this is a grassland that does not face the sea and has no salt mines, it is understandable. There, you can really buy ten sacks of wheat for one sack of salt.

Even in remote areas where even imperial gold could not be used, salt was viewed as a valuable commodity in such a place.

I’ve done that kind of trade a few times with this holy salt, so I know that salt is expensive.

‘Isn’t the Citadel Republic a country facing the sea?’

I think I’ve heard that there are a lot of salt farms, so why do people turn to salt?

It was really odd.

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