I Became the Evil God’s Apostle
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Reincarnated as a holy knight in a game, Ban decides that since he's gained abilities anyway, he'll prevent destruction and save the world.
For that, he needs the power of the evil god Orma who's trapped in hell...
"Only for you, as your apostle, I will act as you desire."
"So, you're saying you'll become my slave?"
Ban, having become Orma's apostle, sets off on a journey with him, but the path with a god is not easy.
Ban struggles to cajole, appease, and threaten the pessimistic, nihilistic destructionist Orma.
Will he be able to save both the world and Orma?
'Damn Orma. Let's see who wins, you or me.'
"You just cursed at me, didn't you."
[Preview]
"Tell me. What reason is there for me not to kill this human? Killing this guy has nothing to do with destruction."
Ban looked back at Orma with a displeased face. He had nothing to say because it wasn't wrong. As Orma said, it had nothing to do with destruction, and the inn employee had already wounded Orma's pride too much to say, 'Let's spare him because he's pitiful?'
Actually, he wasn't particularly pitiful either... If this were hell, he would have been killed before that employee even opened his mouth, so Ban first thought that Orma was already being quite lenient.
But he couldn't sincerely say something like, 'W-well, he's not particularly pitiful...! But still, if you kill him, we might get kicked out of this inn! I already paid all the money!' He'd already died twice from being stabbed with a spear the moment he encountered Orma, so there was no way that would work.
After pondering, Ban thought, 'To hell with it,' and clasped his hands together, praying to Orma in his heart as if offering a prayer. He'd already paid 3 gold for the meal and bath water, and including today's room rate, he'd paid 8 gold. 8 gold! ...Thinking that all he'd done out of that was just take a bath, tears naturally welled up in his eyes and he became desperate.
"O Orma, please bestow mercy..."
"...Mercy?"
What did I even do that you're asking for mercy... Orma's expression became absurd at the unexpected reaction.
However, when those persistently following sky-blue eyes sparkled pitifully, Orma unconsciously hesitated. Having just finished bathing, moisture clung to his mysteriously pure face, and when water droplets glistened at the tips of those long eyelashes, a strange feeling arose.
A feeling as if he was doing something terribly wrong...
The strength gradually left the hand that had been choking the inn employee's neck, and before long, Orma finally put the inn employee down, unable to hide his uncomfortable feelings. His head was full of questions and flustered emotions.
"Ha... I'm at a loss for words."
"Thank you, Orma-nim!"
"Don't look at me like that."
"Pardon?"
"It's annoying..."
This is really absurd. What is this? What did I even do. You're my god, so why are you treating me like such a shameless person...
The god, experiencing a honey trap from his own apostle for the first time in his life, muttered his complex feelings randomly and expressed his grievance.
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