Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 10

"So, none of you were bothered, mostly because it was just a woman with healing magic?"

"Yes," I nodded. "But rumors of her spreading the word of the goddess reached our ears. None of the holy kingdom’s preaching, nor was she allowed inside the country at that time. Yet, she was said to be a benevolent woman who would tirelessly heal people, whether they were commoners, slaves, or the rich."

"What was the reason? Did Marjorie order her to do so?"

"No, no. I believe it was her vendetta, claiming she had made a mistake and needed to repent for it," I said to Lord Oliver, who was listening intently. "But beneath the surface, the suffering wasn’t just that."

"Get to the point." Not wanting any nonsense, he said as his eyes swept the surroundings. The conference was about to start.

"We believe—or rather, this country believes—she was supposed to be the daughter of the goddess. Nothing would make them feel more honored than laying their hands on a goddess’s kin."

Lord Oliver remained silent upon hearing that. He didn’t turn his face to me, which was better, but he darted his sharp gaze toward the clergymen of Marjorie.

"It appears the saint saw it as atonement and repentance for something she had done before she got here. She seemed not to care, but visible exhaustion continuously appeared. Then, a year after she was summoned, she was declared a corrupted saint—someone who had sold her body to the devil, tarnished the goddess’s name, and thus had to be executed as a witch of destruction. But no body was found, no evidence of the execution, nor anything that confirmed her death."

"That's it?"

"I'm not as knowledgeable about these affairs, but... certainly, that should be the most accurate perspective for someone like us here."

"Does anyone know her full name?"

"Full name..." I said to Lord Oliver. "If I'm correct, her name is Saint Lisa, but she has a noble title, so she said her middle name is Leta. However, I want to be corrected if I'm wrong; her last name is Hemingway. That should be Lisa Leta Hemingway." Then he stood on his seat, immediately grabbing something black... Is that a gun? He aimed it at the approaching Archbishop Natius, who was smiling at us. I hadn’t even realized he was coming because I was too scared to look at my surroundings, fully engrossed in my fear of Lord Oliver. I instinctively stood as well, stretching my hands but then retracting them. The words of the crown princess echoed in my head "Run the moment you see Oliver enraged." "Do not try to stop him." Those words resounded in my mind as my hand slowly retracted in hesitant action.

"Lord O-Oliver?" I could hear Natius stammering as he saw the enraged Oliver, who had his gun aimed at him. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Lisa Hemingway, is that the person in the portrait outside? Say yes or no!"

"What? Please—"

Bang!

The sound of gunfire immediately followed, blood gushing from Natius’s legs. "My!? Blood!? Are you insane? Help! He's crazy!" Lord Oliver's guards immediately pulled their weapons, and then I realized one of them was an elf. No, that’s ridiculous—a high elf?! She quickly cast a spirit barrier around us as small fairies floated in, a thick white light engulfing our surroundings and Oliver.

"Fucker, are you bad at listening, people!? I said yes or no only, you deaf, ugly, fat bastard!" His words were coarse with rage. The clergymen immediately attempted to help—or perhaps shield—the archbishop, but just then, Oliver fired his gun again, killing several of them and causing others to scream in agony, soaked in blood. "So answer me, fucker!" His eyes were bloodshot, more terrifying than they had been earlier, sending shivers down my spine as I lost the strength in my legs seeing him. Even the other people in the venue were shouting, running, or falling into a panic, either fearful or unconscious at the sight of him. Is this perhaps intimidation magic? From Lord Oliver? I tried to deduce the situation.