The World I Was Supporting Was Real

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[ Please give me some money: I can’t say for sure yet, but perhaps leaving aside the amount, for Luka… ]

[ Please give me some money: Oh ]

[ Please give me some money: Uh…. ]

The author, who had been typing away, suddenly went silent as if broken.

What’s going on?

Leaving aside the amount, what about it??

[ Igguoqueden: ??? ]

[ Igguoqueden: Is there a problem??? ]

The typically prompt author went missing for over five minutes without a word.

Something similar happened last time.

They were replying like a ghost, but as soon as I supported them with 100,000 won, they fell silent as if stunned and then dropped a link to the chat room.

Is it that they can’t respond properly when they receive a large donation?

– Cool…

Anyway, while waiting for a response, I managed to collect my emotions… or at least I would have liked to.

“Uuuhh.”

Luka’s sad, dead-eyed expression lingered in my mind, and I couldn’t help but cry out.

There was no choice but to cry. It was just in my nature.

Whenever sad scenes showed up in comics, anime, or movies, I would wail, “Ah! So sad!”

The phrase, “You need to cry here~” had no meaning for me. I was confident I could cry more passionately than anyone else.

Even when I was a child.

Putting aside the fact that I would scam money from kids, I even called into that malicious cable TV viewer participation show, all because I thought the protagonist might not pass the trial without me.

That naïve sentiment didn’t just vanish because I grew up.

To liken it to a hobby, it’s like a person in their twenties who loved comics and anime suddenly deciding, “Oh, now that I’m over forty, I should quit and start liking golf, fishing, and hiking.”

Mother. Are you watching?

Your son has become an adult who still immerses himself too deeply in creative works, even after being spanked by you…

So, how much time did I spend trying to comfort myself?

By the time the tissue soaked with my tears piled up beside me, the author finally returned.

[ Please give me some money: I apologize for making you wait, Igguoqueden. ]

[ Please give me some money: First of all, thank you so much for generously contributing the unexpected large amount of 300,000 won. ]

[ Please give me some money: Really, really thank you. ]

[ Please give me some money: All of us here promise to never forget this moment. ]

[ Igguoqueden: Okay…. But ]

[ Igguoqueden: What was that you were saying earlier? Can you explain that too… ]

Right.

Leaving aside the amount, to Luka— what?

Just looking at that sentence made it feel like spending 150,000 won wouldn’t change Luka’s fate, which made me unreasonably anxious for a moment.

[ Please give me some money: Don’t worry, Igguoqueden. ]

[ Please give me some money: If it’s 300,000 won, it might just be possible. ]

[ Please give me some money: Perhaps… it could be resolved in a way I never even imagined, for that amount of money. ]

Yes!

If it can be resolved, that’s all that matters.

Anyway, the story is up to the author to think of.

What I want is simple. For Luka to be happy.

She was to be appointed as a Holy Knight!

[ Igguoqueden: Okay, then there’s no problem, right? ]

[ Please give me some money: I will do my utmost using all means available to me. ]

[ Please give me some money: Oh, and I have something I want to ask you as well, Igguoqueden. ]

[ Igguoqueden: A request??? ]

[ Please give me some money: If the power of 300,000 won is true, maybe it can change everything… ]

[ Please give me some money: But since it’s not ordinary, I think we’ll need a message from God. ]

Wait, changing Luka’s fate requires that much?

I thought to myself, “I changed the Bible for 100,000 won,” when suddenly—

[ Please give me some money: You remember that God’s words hold power, right? ]

[ Igguoqueden: I remember. ]

[ Please give me some money: Just like last time, you can write what you want to leave for Luka. ]

[ Please give me some money: In a decisive moment, God’s words will surely help. ]

‘Ah!’

That’s when I finally caught on to the author’s deeper meaning.

So, this is WWE. A kind of role-playing.

While they talk about having the power to change fate and all that, the unfolding of events is ultimately decided by the author.

I had immersed myself deeply in this story and made a large donation. The author was matched in this immersion.

Just like I left the first verse of the Bible last time, there should be some sort of “reward” this time too… “Since you made a large donation, we’ll let you write some dialogue!” would undeniably break the immersion and seem a bit cheap, right?

So they really lay the groundwork like, “God’s words are helpful” and “We need a word from God since it’s not ordinary.”

Yeah, I get it. If you set the stage, then I’ll play along!

[ Igguoqueden: Hahaha, okay, got it. ]

What kind of effect will this create this time?

Last time I spoke thoughtlessly and ended up with the Bible becoming ‘Fact) one plate of Bible’ and Erin constantly thinking about “Erin is super cute!” and making weird faces whenever she tried to think.

This time, I have to be serious.

If I really were the God of this world and if Luka were a real person,

even having walked the righteous path hoping I was always watching over her, if she were to face trials severe enough to overwhelm her—

As a God, what would I say to her?

It seemed that I was going to think for quite a while.

Surprisingly, the answer came to me quickly.

[ Igguoqueden: You are not wrong. ]

I was always watching.

So I am responding to you like this.

Your thought that I am always watching over you is not wrong.

[ Igguoqueden: Pass this on like this. ]

[ Please give me some money: Understood. ]

[ Please give me some money: I will announce it as soon as the next chapter is out. It may take quite a while this time… ]

[ Please give me some money: Since you sponsored such a large amount of 300,000 won, I will do my utmost to fulfill Igguoqueden’s wishes. ]

‘Phew.’

After finishing the conversation, I finally let out a sigh as I leaned back in my chair.

How long has it been?

It had been a while since I could cry so freely…

But whatever.

‘Crying like a baby feels refreshing.’

I wonder when the next chapter will come out?

* * *

If it was all completely out of sync from the start, would there be a solution?

In other words, if I realized something was off at a certain point and scrambled to go back—

but as it turned out, I encountered something that would inevitably go wrong, no matter what I did, from the very beginning.

I thought I had just fastened the first button wrong, but it turned out I didn’t have the qualifications to button it at all in the first place—a hopeless situation like that.

That was Luka’s fate.

A fate where no matter how much she struggled, she could never be happy.

Just when happiness seemed to creep closer, misfortune would pounce like a predator demanding its due.

God wishes for Luka’s happiness.

But if the fate is one where she can never be happy, despite God’s wishes?

—No.

If God’s support is with her, then nothing is impossible.

Yes.

If it’s wrong from the start, just change it from the root.

Thus, the world responds to the one true God watching over it.

* * *

The grand mansion of the Puahtier family.

Today was a special day.

It was the 13th birthday of Luka, the beloved only daughter of Arman de Puahtier.

What was the birthday girl, Luka, doing?

In her room, with the help of a maid, she was dolled up.

The maid combed Luka’s black hair and said,

“Miss, you look much more beautiful than usual today.”

“Yes! Jenna, you look pretty too!”

“Thank you. But I still have a long way to go to catch up with you. Hehe.”

The ever-attentive maid Jenna had been like an older sister to Luka since she was a child.

Luka especially liked it when Jenna brushed her hair.

“Alright, all done. Ah, right. I almost forgot this.”

Jenna rummaged through her pockets and then took out a beautifully designed hairpin and attached it to Luka’s hair.

“Wow, it’s pretty!”

“You said that every time I fixed your hair, you felt it wasn’t quite right or thought I had forgotten something. So I found this to add to the long hair, what do you think?”

“Yes! It’s so pretty!”

At first, Luka was bouncing with joy, but soon her expression turned bittersweet.

“Um… I don’t think this is it.”

“Is that so? Is it not your taste…?”

“No, no! This is super pretty. But somehow… I just feel like, this isn’t it… and that thought won’t go away.”

Every time Luka looked at her hair, she always felt like something was missing.

When did she become aware of that?

For some reason, it felt like she had that thought even when she was very young. She just couldn’t express it in words.

‘Did I forget something…?’

“I’ll try to get something prettier next time. If you don’t like it—”

“Ah, no! No, I like this! Hehe. I want to wear this today!”

After dolling herself up, the people of the mansion gathered to welcome the day’s star.

“Happy Birthday!!!!!”

“Miss, congratulations on your birthday!”

The table was laid with Luka’s favorite cake, along with a lavish feast that was much grander than usual.

“Wow…!”

As Luka, seated at the head of the table, marveled, the maid next to her naturally slid a dish towards her.

“Is this what you were looking for, Miss?”

She presented potato soup.

It was certainly the least expensive dish on that table, but— Luka’s face broke into a broad smile.

“Yes! Thank you.”

“Not at all. You love potato soup.”

At that moment.

“Ahem. Now, I’d like to start our conversation.”

“D-Dad…!”

Her father, Arman, who had been sitting next to Luka, spoke in a serious tone feigned for the occasion.

“Luka, you’ve turned 13 now. I wouldn’t mind you staying a rambunctious little girl forever, but in just a few years you will become a young lady, so starting this year, you need to begin studying various subjects. You already know this, right?”

“Yes, Father. I understand.”

Luka was scheduled to enroll in the Imperial Lyria Academy at 14.

A platform where only the children of the upper class could enroll, it was the place for budding socialites to make their debut.

The noble blood flowing through her veins would make her shine even more brightly at the Academy.

“Therefore, while I might not have much time to play with you, I want you to promise me that you won’t throw tantrums like before, as it would be an inconvenience to the teachers. Understand?”

“Huh? I don’t mind not playing with you, Father. I want to learn quickly!”

“…What?!”

Seeing her father shocked by Luka’s bold words, her mother sitting across from them covered her mouth with her hand.

“You suggested postponing her education by a year, fearing you might not have time to play with Luka, didn’t you?”

“Cough!”

Several maids stifled their laughter, but no one seemed to mind.

In a family that lacked nothing during peaceful times, their harmonious household was the same.

If only the nagging feeling of ‘Did I forget something?’ could be brushed away, Luka’s daily life was filled with new and enjoyable things.

* * *

After that day, just as her father mentioned, more than ten tutors were assigned to Luka.

Luka’s studies covered a broad range. Political science, magic studies, history, literature…

She was even learning martial arts, and at the prime of her youth, Luka handled all subjects effortlessly.

Her father had said, “I’ve prepared everything since I didn’t know what you would like, but if it becomes difficult, feel free to tell me,” but Luka found joy in learning itself and didn’t think it was difficult at all.

“Hello, Miss. It’s nice to meet you.”

Today was the first day of learning theology.

The nun in charge was a month late compared to the other teachers due to some circumstances.

Of course, Luka was just excited about the thought of learning something new.

“What will we learn in theology?”

“It’s time to learn about the words of God. You know about God, don’t you, Luka?”

“Yes! I’ve heard He is the creator of the world.”

She might not know the details, but she would learn more going forward.

Luka sat down and received a blue book.

— The Bible.

Perhaps out of curiosity at seeing the book she had only heard about, Luka opened the first page without a second thought.

「You are not wrong.」

‘?’

What’s this?

The book was pretty thick, but there was only one sentence written down.

The rest of the pages were simply blank.

Was the Bible originally like this? She wondered as she looked for confirmation from the nun—

The nun, in turn, began to speak in a gentle voice while checking the Bible herself.

“Now, shall we read from the first page together? I’ll start, and then you can read along.”

“Huh? Ah…”

Just as she was about to ask, “But there’s only one sentence on the first page, though,” at that moment—

“Genesis Chapter 1. In the primordial times when light and darkness existed, there was God.”

“…Huh?”

Luka checked her Bible again.

The words written were definitely just the one line, “You are not wrong.”

Seeing Luka’s expression, the nun smiled gently once more.

“Do you see the first line? We start from there. It’s your first time, so you might be nervous. Let’s start again… In the primordial times when light and darkness existed, there was God.”

…Huh?