I Am an Evil God

Episode 20-God’s Wrath

“The wind is really strong. How on earth can you blow such a strong wind?”

“Shut up.”

Ifritia answered Catria’s sarcasm with abusive language.

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“It’s like a real typhoon.”

The wind that started from the south came up slowly and hit the villages.

Feint was able to sense the coming typhoon by looking at the sky, but Lempra confirmed the existence of the typhoon using divine power.

‘A typhoon is also a mythical concept with a lot to talk about.’

Even going back to Korean mythology, Poongbaek existed who controlled the wind, and in Greek mythology, there was an interpretation that the etymology of Typhoon was a huge giant called Typhon.

Although typhoons were created using extremely scientific methods, it is impossible to explain typhoons made using scientific methods to believers today.

Because even if Feint understands, there’s the question of why God doesn’t stop such a terrible typhoon.

So, I tricked this huge typhoon into Ifritia’s wrath and gave it to Atimos as an oracle.

Ifritia was angry.

For too long, a period of peace reigned.

Since Lempria was born until now, there has never been a proper war, so the flow of Ifritia’s anger was not too strange.

And the timing was good.

She was Lempria, treated like a child because she hadn’t been properly commanded by me yet, but she was 15 years old.

She was not modern, but in ancient times, she was a grown-up and remaining adult at the age of 15.

She was going to organize an expedition, but things went well.

“Everyone, go into the pit you dug.”

Since Atimos foretold that a strong wind would blow because of Ifritia’s anger, he was able to prepare for the typhoon in his own way.

In order to allow the torrential rain to escape out of the village as much as possible, a road for water to flow was made on the ground, and a huge pit was dug to prevent people from being damaged by strong winds.

By making a waterway connected to the outside of the pit to keep the pit from filling up with water, people from other villages were able to avoid the strong wind as much as the people of Lemfra Village.

The reason this was possible was because there was a philosopher.

Starting to grow food by the riverside, along with it, God’s blessings came down to the land, and surplus food began to be made.

Thanks to that surplus food, there was a philosopher who did not produce and was only talking in the center of the village.

“Whoa… Whoa…”

“Daughter, I think we can go in now.”

“Everyone evacuated, right?”

Lem Pria asked, looking up at her paint.

She and her father were village leaders.

If everyone else didn’t escape, they couldn’t enter the shelter first.

“I have confirmed that everyone has evacuated. Go in first.”

“Dad, go in first.”

Lempria grinned at her paint.

“Now that my father is old, I have to lead the village, right?”

“A fairy.”

Her painted hand, which was about to hit Lempria playfully on the head, hardened as soon as she looked into Lempria’s eyes.

There was no mischief in Lempria’s eyes.

She was seriously thinking that from now on she should lead her village.

‘When did my daughter grow up like this?’

She is a daughter who has always been a child in her own eyes, but she has grown up to the point where she can put on such a responsible expression before she knows it. She was proud on the one hand, but also bitter on the other.

It meant that her daughter, who seemed to be in her care all her life, was now leaving her arms.

“So, you mean you want to be the last to lead the village, right?”

“I don’t want to enter last. As the village leader, it means that I should enter last.”

The rain, driven by a strong wind, mercilessly struck her two daughters down, but they did not move and looked at each other.

Feint was a human being who could survive being struck by lightning, and Lempria also lived quite closely with her physical training from an early age, so it was not difficult for her to withstand this much wind.

“Okay, I’ll go in first.”

Feint shook her head as if she had lost to Lempria and turned her body to where her pit was.

“From the day after today, I will ask you to act as the village leader. If you don’t like that, go in first.”

Lempria proudly crossed her arms, crossed her arms, and looked at her paint.

Pretty bad for what her daughter does to her father, but Feint wasn’t angry with Lempria for such trivial reasons.

Because her daughter, who was born with a heavy destiny since her childhood, was determined to fulfill her own destiny.

Feint looked at her own daughter, sighed and laughed, then went into her pit.

In the pit dug deep enough to reach the neck of an adult man, many people were sitting and praying.

‘I must prepare for a war to appease Ifritia-sama.’

To avoid Ifritia’s wrath, they dug pits to evacuate people, but this was not a fundamental solution.

Why is Ifritia angry?

Isn’t it because of the lack of war?

There is a big river in the south, so even if it was difficult, there was a dense forest in the north as usual.

If you go through the forest or go through the forest, go to war with other villages and spread Lemfra’s faith to that village.

And the leader of the expedition this time will be Lempria.

She hadn’t heard Lemfra’s voice and hadn’t received her blessings, so she was Lempria, nicknamed the Half Apostle, but she was the leader of the village named by Lemfra herself. Was a leader

‘But why isn’t he coming back?’

Lempria was nowhere in her field of vision as Feint lifted her head out of her pit and looked around her.

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-Shoot aaa

It rained heavily.

I learned that rain falls from the sky to the ground, but the wind was so strong that I felt the rain beat me in front of me.

Lempria walked slowly, overcoming the rain and strong wind that beat her body.

Even if everyone else went into the pit to escape Lady Ifritia’s wrath, she thought she shouldn’t.

Even if other people avoid the god’s wrath because they are afraid, shouldn’t one person, the leader of the village, have to endure the wrath directly?

So Lempria walked to the town square and stood still.

It was not easy to stand in a strong wind that would blow your body away at any moment.

When I opened my eyes, the rain hit my eyes, so it was difficult to even open my eyes.

Even in such a hostile environment, Lempria stood tall and withstood the storm.

Because he thought it was his responsibility to lead the village.

[What a foolish b*tch.]

Then she heard tinnitus in her ears.

It was not the voice of her father Feint

Feint doesn’t swear at himself, and he doesn’t have a voice like this.

A cold yet strong voice.

Lempria was forced to kneel at the voice of Lemfra that her father had mentioned.

[Why are you standing here?]

“I thought that Ifritia’s anger would be relieved only if there was someone who could take it directly.”

Lempria’s words were muffled in the strong wind, but Lemp was able to understand her words.

[Ifritia’s wrath was not created to directly harm you humans. The buildings you made, the fields you cultivated, the food you barely produced, you destroy them. This is Ifritia’s final warning. For now, she’s expressing her anger by taking away what you’ve built, but next time she’ll take your life. That’s why the act of coming out to the square and killing yourself, saying that you will accept your anger with your whole body, is not helpful.]

Rem Pra’s cold words lowered her head.

I was wrong.

Maybe it’s just being pretentious.

It may be that he was caught in the wind here for no reason, trapped in the name of the leader of the village, and in the mind that he had to do one thing more than others.

[But I like your foolishness. I praise you for thinking that your heart for God is as good as too much, and that your thought itself is a very wonderful thing.]

“Thank you!”

Her voice pierced the rain and resounded through the village.

[From today, I will make you my official apostle. Do you have the confidence to leave everything for me and be loyal to me?]

“Yes! There is!”

[Then kill your father. Prove your loyalty to me by killing your father.]

Lempra’s voice commanding Lempria contained some unknown joy and anticipation.