RNP Chapter 810 The White Witch's Filthy Doppelganger
Chapter 810 The White Witch's Filthy Doppelganger
Chapter 810 The White Witch's Filthy Doppelganger
"That's impossible. You should give up on that idea. A monster is a monster. How could it possibly be a human in disguise?"
"But, Brother Broly said—"
"That's nonsense, utter rubbish!"
Sharp and sarcastic words rang out in the orphanage, followed by the children's cries.
"I apologize, Lady Hestia, Mr. Broly, but Lady Penecia is somewhat stubborn and still firmly opposes accepting monsters."
The orphanage administrator stood at the gate, sweat beading on his forehead, and explained to the two people in front of him.
Others came to the orphanage again with a bunch of supplies to help alleviate poverty and do charity work, but our own poor god was inside spouting nonsense at them. It was really embarrassing.
"It's alright, we're here to persuade Lord Peneya."
Broly didn't care and, along with Hestia, pushed open the door and entered, where they met Peria.
The old woman-like deity was glaring at a group of crying children.
"Penea, why bother arguing with children?"
"Hestia, I'm not holding a grudge against the children. It's just that these little rascals are a bit ungrateful. I've already said that we can't accept monsters, but they still dare to have unrealistic fantasies about those hateful monsters, imagining that those monsters are the reincarnations of their parents."
"Is it possible that their fantasies are true?"
"That's absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible."
The God of Poverty emphasized it twice.
"How do you know something is impossible if it hasn't even been verified?"
"Impossible is impossible—"
Peneya muttered.
Hestia turned to look at Broly, her eyes filled with helplessness.
It will probably be difficult to persuade the God of Poverty to change his mind.
"Lord Penea, may I ask you why you are so averse to heretics?"
Broly stepped forward and asked directly.
"The reason, of course, is for the children in the orphanage. Some of their parents died in the dungeon, killed by monsters—"
Broly looked at Ryu, Lefia, and Philvis who had followed him, offering them candy to soothe the children's emotions. He exchanged a glance with Hestia, then looked at the God of Poverty and said, "Some of the heretics still retain some memories of their past lives, but their memories are very vague, and they cannot confirm who they were in their past lives. The reason I've come here is to reach a cooperation agreement with the orphanage under Lord Penea's protection—"
"What kind of cooperation?"
The God of Poverty looked at him.
"The heretic is willing to work for the guild in the dungeon and plans to donate a portion of his earnings to orphanages in Orario —"
Heretic occasionally dreams, and he does indeed dream of memories from his past life, but these memories are only of him as a monster, not of an adventurer.
However, if the rhetoric is well-crafted, it can mislead people and even the gods into believing that the heretic possesses the memories of adventurers who died in the dungeon.
Fortunately, life at the Orario Orphanage wasn't easy. Combining the two and having fake monster parents take on the responsibility of supporting the children's families as their real parents would be a win-win solution.
The children in the orphanage will have an easier time, and the heretics will have a more suitable entry point to integrate into Orario society.
"No, I refuse. Monsters must never be accepted!"
However, this seemingly win-win proposal was met with a firm rejection from the god of poverty, Peria.
"Wait, why? The money the heretic earns is going to the orphanage. Isn't that good for those children?"
If a stranger were unfamiliar with the God of Poverty, they might assume that this God of Poverty enjoys making people live a life of poverty and hardship.
However, Broly and the others had previously come into contact with Penea, the god of poverty. Although this god said he wanted mortals to live a simpler life, it was basically just talk.
How could a God who can shelter and maintain the Daedalus Street orphanage and claim to be doing it for the children's good possibly refuse an option that would make life better for the children in the orphanage?
But Penecia was very resistant, and when pressed for an answer, she couldn't give a clear reason and just kept repeating that it was absolutely impossible.
",This is----"
Hestia squinted at the God of Poverty, whose face was contorted with worry, and sensed that something was amiss.
She pricked her finger and used the purifying fire she possessed from her authority to burn the God of Poverty directly on him.
"Hestia, what are you doing here?"
The Goddess of Poverty, who had been burned, seemed to suddenly come to her senses, looking at the loli goddess in front of her with some confusion, her hand resting on her body.
"Peneia, what do you think of heretics?"
Hestia stared intently at her and asked.
"What do you mean, how do you see it? What does that have to do with me?"
The God of Poverty looked puzzled, as if he were an old man suffering from dementia.
"Lady Hestia, this is—"
"Penea has probably fallen under some kind of hypnotic spell."
"So, the reason why Lord Poverty was the first to stand up against accepting heretics was actually because he was manipulated by some unknown person?"
"That's the only explanation. Otherwise, a god who doesn't care about anything other than the poor would never interfere in things he doesn't care about for no reason."
Hestia nodded and then asked the god of poverty, "Peneia, are you completely unaware that you are being manipulated?"
"no."
The God of Poverty shook his head.
"So when did you feel that you had to oppose the guild accepting heretics?"
Hestia pressed for more information.
Peneya frowned and then recounted how she had overheard passersby talking about this matter while sunbathing in front of the orphanage a few days ago, which ignited a nameless anger within her, leading her to gather people and begin a protest march.
"So, the anomaly occurred after you heard someone talking about the heretic, and do you remember what happened between you..."
Does it mention who the heretic's identity is?
"They are adventurers from Daedalus Street; I know their identities."
The two adventurers were quickly found, but when asked about their conversation about heretics at the orphanage gate on the day of the parade, both gave answers that it was an accident.
"During that period, whether or not to accept heretics was the hottest topic. Everyone on the street was talking about it."
"My lord, is there nothing more for us to do?"
Hestia waved for the two to leave.
"It wasn't them."
With the divine light in her eyes fading, Hestia gave her own judgment.
"If it's not these two, then who could it be?"
"Perhaps, Peneya had been hypnotized before that."
Peneya, do you remember what happened before the parade?
"In that case, my memory of the night before the march is a bit hazy."
Although the Goddess of Poverty appeared to be a poor, shabby old woman, it didn't mean she had a bad memory. She quickly figured out when the anomaly had occurred.
Unfortunately, although the timeline was known, she herself had no recollection of what happened that night. Broly and the others investigated the other people in the orphanage, hoping to find some clues, but the result was that they found nothing except that someone was manipulating the God of Poverty's actions behind the scenes.
"It seems the guy who hypnotized Penea was very cautious and didn't give himself away."
Hestia frowned.
"This matter can be investigated further later."
As Broly spoke, he looked at the God of Poverty.
"Lord Penea, now that you've been unhypnotized, what are your thoughts on the Heretic's desire to fund the orphanage?"
"If a monster is planning to live a life of poverty and intends to spend money on children who have lost a lot, then I would certainly welcome it."
However, it is actually your Hestia Familia who acted as the liaison. It seems that the Hestia Familia is also behind the guild's acceptance of heretics. I'm afraid you have played a significant role in it.
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Broly smiled but didn't reply. He and the guild god Uranus were accomplices in this matter, but there was no need to publicize it.
"Alright, this old woman doesn't care about such things. Speaking of which, how much money are those heretical demons actually willing to donate to the orphanage?"
. . . .
After returning to her clan's residence from the orphanage, the White Priestess looked preoccupied.
"Philwines, is there something you want to tell me?"
Dionysus, seeing the elf hesitate to speak, asked directly.
"Lord Dionysus, why did you manipulate Lord Penea to oppose the guild's acceptance of heretics?"
Phil Weiss bit her lip but still asked the question.
"Was it discovered so quickly?"
"Lord Dionysus, please answer my question!"
The White Witch emphasized her words.
"This is all for you~"
Dionysus sighed.
"For me?"
Phil Weiss stared wide-eyed, her face showing confusion and bewilderment.
Before she could ask further, Dionysus explained, "I know you support accepting heretics because you yourself are seeking acceptance of your abnormal self by the normal world. You believe that if Orario can accept heretics and other abnormal beings, it can also accept itself, which is also abnormal, right?"
Phil Weiss nodded; the words of the Supreme God resonated with her, and that was exactly what she thought.
"But Philweis, have you ever considered that your situation is different from that of Heretic?"
"Lord Dionysus, what's different?"
"The reason heretics are accepted is because they are clean; they have never harmed adventurers since they appeared in the public eye, but you—"
Dionysus stood up, leaned over, and whispered something in his ear.
"Do you still remember your title, the 'Annunciation Elf'? Don't you know how many adventurers' blood and lives were shed to forge that title?"
"Ah, this—"
Philweis took a step back in panic, her expression turning terrified. Spending so much time with Lefia, Broly, and the others had almost made her forget the filth on her body. But now, reminded by her own god, she looked at her hands and could almost see the blood flowing on them.
"What are you trying to say, to shirk responsibility for the adventurers you killed?"
Ah, yes, Phil Weiss, you can absolutely do that.
Put all the blame on me, the supreme deity, and I will accept it without hesitation.
Because I love you so much, my child~
Dionysus looked at the elves with an expression of utter acceptance.
"Ah, Lord Dionysus, I have no intention of shirking responsibility."
"Philips quickly replied."
Of course I know you won't shirk responsibility, because that's the kind of child you are. Even if you become a monster, you'll still suffer because of your personal integrity, and this twisted nature is exactly what I want to see in ordinary children.
The painful struggle between decadence and self-preservation.
"I know, Phil Weiss, I understand you, but it's precisely because I understand you, child, that I haven't let you know what I'm doing."
Dionysus summed up his own concealment of his manipulation of the god of poverty to oppose the acceptance of heretics in a single sentence.
"As a former harbinger of death, it wasn't your fault that you killed those adventurers, nor was it my fault."
At that time, we could not foresee the future and did not know that there was a figure like the leader of the Hestia Familia who could make the people on the surface accept an anomaly.
If they had known this earlier, perhaps they wouldn't have devised the plan to turn the Earth's surface into anomalies and taken action to do so.
All of this can only be described as a cruel twist of fate, a joke played on us by destiny, and the consequences of that joke are irreversible.
Those adventurers who died in the dungeon left no remains, and even resurrection magic cannot bring them back to life.
And if one day in the future, your cherished friends learn of your true nature as a harbinger of death, do you think they will still accept a blood-stained executioner?
Dionysus approached and asked.
"I can keep it from them finding out—"
Phil Weiss took a step back and said instinctively.
"Philwiss, do you remember what I told you before, that there is a real Philwiss soul in the underworld?"
Perhaps that child's soul will never be discovered, but perhaps it will be discovered tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or someday in the future.
"By then, can you still keep your secret hidden? Do you think the people who discover the truth will still treat you well, and won't leave you because you're not the real you, or even turn against you?"
Dionysus's words brought a strong sense of crisis. Philweis wanted to shout out loud that "Lefia and Broly are not the kind of people who would abandon me," but she couldn't bring herself to say it because she wasn't sure at all.
If she were the real Fischl, there would be no problem. But she wasn't; she was just a monster resurrected from Fischl's corpse, possessing Fischl's thoughts and feelings. If people knew the truth, knew that she had committed many evil deeds with blood on her hands, would Lefia and Broly really be willing to accept such a defiled version of herself?
"Instead of fearing that one day you'll be discovered to have lost everything you cherish, let's continue with our original plan and turn those you value into anomalies as well. That way, they'll never leave you. Philvis, do you agree?"
Phil Weiss remained silent, but her expression grew increasingly pained.
"It's alright, Phil Weiss. If this causes you pain, then leave everything to me. You know nothing, and your relationship with the person you cherish will continue until my plan succeeds—"
From Philweis's shadow, a phantom gradually emerged. The phantom took shape and was none other than Ye En, who had fought Broly on the 59th floor of the maze.
She is a magical avatar born from the White Witch's intense negative emotions, carrying all the filth that Philweis is unwilling to accept.
After appearing, the magical clone glanced at the white witch, who was in pain, with a somewhat contemptuous look. Although it was the same person, she felt disdain for her other half who could not accept her own defilement.
"Go back to playing house with your friends and keep doing what you're good for. You don't need to worry about anything else."
"Don't talk about yourself like that, Ye En. You and Phil Weiss are the same person."
Dionysus gave a lecture and then patted the slumped elf on the shoulder.
"Philips, go back and rest. I, the supreme god, will take care of everything for you."
The White Witch walked numbly back to her room, as if escaping reality.
Dionysus was in a good mood, using words to pressure the leader of his own clan, and causing the other to reveal his corrupt side.
Compared to the highly moral Phil Weiss, the morally bankrupt Ye En is much more useful, easily handling all sorts of dirty work.