This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 265

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Chapter 265

Translator: Yonnee

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“Realizing that they cannot keep holding their children in their arms forever… Our parents have come to understand this.”

The fortunate thing was that those gathered here were not entirely foolish. They immediately grasped the meaning of the sentence.

“Oh, such a thing!”

“Ahhh…! Almighty Megaro!”

“Such profound meaning!”

As the lamentations continued, Reina added one more word.

“On the contrary, our parents love us so much. They are enduring the pain of tearing their own flesh, pushing their sons and daughters forward.”

The common belief in this world was that the fewer believers a god had, the weaker that god’s source of power would become.

Thus, the gods choosing to reduce their power was a decision fraught with significant risk.

Why?

If the gods’ grace diminished, the number of believers would also decrease, which would, in turn, weaken the gods even further as they lost their foundation of power.

This naturally led to a reduction in the divine grace bestowed upon the world, causing even more believers to leave.

Ultimately, it was a vicious cycle.

“Such a noble intention…!”

“Ah… Who can dare fathom the depth of love for us sinners…!”

“Indeed! The Saintess has accomplished that difficult task!”

“……”

Though the Pope of Utta kept interrupting, this time, everyone nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, without the Saintess’s guidance, we would have wandered without understanding that intention.”

“Absolutely.”

The head of the Megaro sect, the most action-oriented and devout follower of the gods, closed his eyes tightly to hold back his tears.

“Then what should we do, Saintess?”

Finally, the words Reina had been waiting for came out.

Suppressing the joy that made her want to dance, Reina replied with a gracious smile.

“How about repaying our parents’ grace with human technology, not divine power?”

In other words, everyone should join Resa without further delay, right?

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—This is the noble will and sacrifice of our gods, our parents.

At the temple, which was crowded with people like ants.

A clear voice echoed through the communication sphere.

—Standing alone without the gods’ power will undoubtedly be a tough road. Sometimes, the path will feel so burdensome that you may resent the parents who bestowed this hardship upon us and long to return to the days of glory within their embrace.

The voice, with a slight tremor, suggested that even the speaker feared this arduous path.

—However, we must all muster our strength. We must never forget the parents who sacrificed their own flesh, desperately wishing for their children’s growth.

With slight pauses between words and sentences, eventually, someone burst into tears.

“Hiic… Almighty Utta.”

Then, like a domino effect, one by one, people began to shed tears, and soon the entire temple was filled with the sound of sobbing.

“I didn’t know such profound meaning… I only thought Utta had abandoned us.”

“So did I. But if Utta had truly abandoned us, how could someone like the Saintess have emerged!”

“Indeed…! I was too ignorant to understand that intention.”

“You are all correct. After sending the Saintess to us, they have allowed us to find ways to overcome hardships on our own.”

If not for Reina’s achievements, her words might have sounded absurd.

However, Reina’s miracles—eradicating smallpox, curing the plague in the Bezak territory, and even becoming the reincarnation of the Dwarven Principality’s goddess—could indeed be called ‘mythical.’

Thus, she was perhaps more revered than the First Emperor, Tria. Who could doubt Reina?

“I support the Saintess!”

“Indeed! Supporting Her Eminence isn’t a matter of choice! Her words are truth and the path we must follow!”

“Absolutely right!”

While this absolute support and faith might not have been what Reina originally sought, it was an era where divine power could be witnessed firsthand.

Therefore, it was understandable that people could not escape the shadow of the gods, making independent thought a challenging path for them.

Perhaps it was fortunate that they did not oppose or obstruct the way forward with Resa, which aimed to open the path to independent thinking.

“The Nine Households are great, but the will of our Saintess is supreme! So let’s actively support Resa!”

“Right! Right!”

“Long live the Saintess!”

The temple, once a sea of tears, had now become a place of unified resolve.

And this atmosphere was not confined to just this place.