TFWSDW 50

~Chapter 50~

“…Okay. I am the best!”

“…I am… the best.”

I grinned.

“The best Holy Knight, chosen by the Pope.”

At my clear pronunciation, Dad’s eyes widened.

For a while, he couldn’t speak.

Then—

“…Because you’re the best, I was given the honor of serving you. The best daughter.”

His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to satisfy me.

After the little commotion passed, a comfortable silence filled the room.

Dad used the chance to ask me questions.

Mostly about the three-headed Judge and the subjugation.

“For a brief moment… you could completely suppress my corruption?”

“Yeah. But it only lasts a short while, and afterward… well, you saw, I faint.”

Even with the [Child Actor] skill, it had been too much.

I hid the fact that it had drained me past my limits.

“Purification is a legendary ability, yet there’s so little known about it… It’s hard to find a proper way to use it.”

Dad’s face was serious.

Different from earlier, he wasn’t sulking now. He looked almost like he used to when discussing things with comrades.

I opened my eyes wide.

“Perhaps the Church library has records. Want to visit it?”

Oh, a library. It felt like I’d just unlocked a new event.

‘True, there might be useful things there.’

I nodded, remembering the library from the story.

Though I worried—it was also a place where spies often lurked.

“Okay!”

“Good.”

Dad smiled faintly.

“And… I wonder, do you already know many things in advance?”

His cautious wording moved me a bit—it was the first time he asked me in detail.

“I’ve rarely seen you surprised or caught off guard.”

I nodded slowly.

“Yeah. Probably. I know most things.”

“Is that… the grace of God?”

How convenient—to explain away my knowledge as divine grace.

“Hmm… and, if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine.”

“No, ask me anything. You’re my dad.”

I held his big hand.

Oh, that was touching.

“Then… how much do you know?”

There was more weight in his tone this time.

“Umm… for example.”

How best to put it?

Ah.

“Remember the place we entered first? With the giant angel statue?”

“I remember.”

“Then we moved and fought the three-headed Judge, right?”

I clapped my hands, then opened my palm. Time to share a surprising fact.

“That angel and the Judge are the same being.”

“…What?”

Technically, in the lore, the three-headed Judge had once been an angel.

An angel who became obsessed with good and evil to the point of sentencing even the innocent to death.

So God abandoned him.

Corrupted by the evil god, he became the lowest beast in his own eyes, judging humans endlessly.

It was the only way he could prove his existence.

He loved contradiction, yet lived to divide good and evil—while waiting for the day he could be an angel again.

‘I dug hard into the side story hints.’

Normally, if the Judge didn’t go berserk in this chapter, players got to see a short cinematic about his backstory.

Most just skipped it though.

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Title: Saw the Judge’s execution cinematic…

Damn… I cried…

I’m F…

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👤 Savior1: I don’t get it, why cry???
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“You know all that?”

When I finished, Dad nodded.

“So you basically know almost everything about the Pope candidate trials. Even detailed things…”

The mention of the Judge’s side story was enough for Dad to grasp the depth of what I knew.

His face grew grave.

“You should be careful.”

“Hm?”

Dad pressed on the bed. It sank deeply under his hand.

“…Knowing too much about the creations of the evil god can get you branded a heretic.”

Heretic. Fanatic.

Not unexpected—but I nodded with a tense face.

“Yeah…! But doesn’t the Church also have a department that studies monsters—or rather, the evil god’s creations?”

“Yes. But that means anyone else who knows too much is considered suspicious.”

“….”

“They believe knowing too much can be poisonous.”

True. The Church Knights had to act like soldiers.

Supernatural phenomena were dangerous.

To solve them, one had to understand their rules. Those rules had been learned through many sacrifices.

Rules paid in blood could never be wrong. That’s why they were revealed only right before missions.

The same applied to monsters.

“A Holy Knight may only judge freely when facing another human.”

“I get it…!”

I had no plans of being dragged to the Inquisition for a bad ending. I knew too well what happened there.

“But it’s still right to share with you, Dad.”

Oh, touching again.

Dad hesitated, then lifted me onto his lap.

Apparently, he liked holding me like bread.

I didn’t mind—it was comfy.

“So what will you do now?”

“Hmm… I’ll have to be careful for the next week, right?”

Since my future was… charming.

‘Come to think of it, we only talked about the sleepless ability earlier.’

So I told him about the luck ability too.

“You said you got luck as well?”

“Yeah. Look!”

I slipped off his lap and brought a small box.

Dad had awkwardly handed it to me when I first woke up.

“Siara asked what you liked, and so…”

“Wow, snacks!”

Inside were treats. Unusually, each thin cookie had a candy inside.

I picked one at random and snapped it open.

Like getting two seaweed packets in a ramen bag, two candies popped out instead of one.

“Tada!”

I grinned, holding both in my hand.

[‘Dad’ feels a little happiness! Let’s make him happier!]

[Feed him!]

[Motto: One bite for Dad♡]

‘…Nothing ever goes normally, huh?’

Since no one else was around, I offered without hesitation.

“Daddy, one bite!”

“…Huh?”

“Nemesia too, one bite!”

Only after seeing me eat did Dad awkwardly take a candy.

“How long has it been since you had candy?”

“…Twenty years… maybe? I don’t know.”

Didn’t he enter here at fourteen? Meaning even as a child, no one gave him any?

The Church definitely needed payback.

Dad smiled faintly.

After seeing him look a bit happy, I braced myself to bring up the most serious topic.

“And don’t be shocked, but… next week, um, I might… die.”

“What!”

Dad shot to his feet. I flinched and tugged his clothes.

“…I said don’t be shocked.”

But Dad couldn’t calm down easily.

He paced the room, sat, stood again—looked ready to storm off to the fortune-teller.

So I had to spend a while soothing his panic.

“Don’t worry! That’s why I got two abilities, remember?”

Finally, Dad let out a deep sigh.

Though his face was still troubled.

“I’ll guard you closely.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I didn’t know how he could stick any closer, but fine.

After all—

‘Wow, that was scary.’

The deadly look he gave Siris… it was enough to remind me he’d once been a hero.

Dad finally brushed his face with a hand, trying to calm down.

“…Haa.”

It seemed even his blood vessels never had a peaceful day.

Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll raise you so you never get high blood pressure!

“So… is there anything else I should know?”

“Hm? Anything else?”

Was there?

Ah! Something came to mind.

“Ah!”

A flicker of unease crossed Dad’s face.

Whoa, relax.

It’s simple.

“We might get invited to a fanatic’s worship service!”

“…What?”

See? Simple.