In a place where only darkness existed, a presence that was neither something nor someone whispered.
“All for the glory of Igogodon.”
“All for the glory of Igogodon.”
Gulp gulp gulp—
After donating and refilling the empty ice glass with zero cola, I noticed multiple chats had appeared.
[MoneyPlease: First, let me thank you.]
[MoneyPlease: Thank you so much for your generous donation of 20,000 won.]
[MoneyPlease: Igogodon-nim is truly… truly awe-inspiring.]
[MoneyPlease: Um… for now…]
[MoneyPlease: With the power of 20,000 won… it seems possible to enforce the will of God.]
[MoneyPlease: However, since this involves changing a tradition passed down from the past, I dare to ask for your guidance.]
[Igogodon: Speak.]
[MoneyPlease: I think what’s needed here is ‘God’s word.’]
[MoneyPlease: If there’s anything you wish to request of me, please don’t hesitate to let me know.]
[Igogodon: Are you talking about that thing with the other girls?]
[MoneyPlease: No, this time it’s… how should I put it…]
[MoneyPlease: Should I say it’s about asking for God’s power in His words to incorporate both Lady Ophel Aichel and Lady Linnea as Holy Knights?]
[MoneyPlease: If you have nothing to say, I’ll find the best alternative I can.]
For a moment, I thought, ‘After successfully rewriting history, what’s this sudden hesitation?’ But I quickly caught on to the creator’s intentions.
Based on my experience so far, the creator was a WWE expert.
Even when handing out rewards, they adhered strictly to the “concept,” ensuring the immersion in the lore wasn’t broken.
So this is one of those, ‘Do you have any ideas or specific preferences? If not, I’ll handle it myself’ kind of situations.
In other words, ‘You’ve paid, so how would you like it drawn, dear customer?’
This was, quite literally, a legitimate chance to have some fun!
[Igogodon: Hahaha, adding moves like that is insanely cool. I can’t not accept it.]
[MoneyPlease: …?]
[Igogodon: Uh, nothing.]
[Igogodon: Just wait.]
I reflected on the story so far.
Something that would naturally integrate both of them as Holy Knights…
‘As long as the donation’s made, they can handle the rest, can’t they?’
Without much thought, I started typing.
[Igogodon: Who cares about tradition, haha. God’s will is more important.]
[Igogodon: Just push it through.]
It’s a comic, after all—what’s the point of overthinking it?
[MoneyPlease: God’s will is more important than the past…!]
[MoneyPlease: As expected of Igogodon-nim. The moment I heard those words, the world has already begun moving to respond to you.]
[MoneyPlease: With both ‘God’s power’ and ‘God’s word,’ what could I possibly fear?]
[Igogodon: Haha, just make it happen. I’ll just prepare the money.]
[MoneyPlease: Of course. Then, see you in the next chapter.]
***
After closing the chat window, I logged into an online game that I’d essentially given up on a long time ago.
‘Time to sort out the items.’
‘Who knows what’s coming next. Better stock up on as much ammo as possible.’
Grinning to myself, I began planning.
***
The Holy Knight was decided.
Although not officially announced yet, the decision was known among the senior clergy of the religious community.
Naturally, this sparked controversy.
The choice was a response to the age-old question: ‘Would the Order choose practicality or justification?’
But the answer this time was neither.
The decision of Saint Erin—Luca Heavenishian.
A nameless knight who had been granted the ‘Holy Knight application rights,’ which the Order had reluctantly handed over to Luphrantia Academy during their power struggle with the royal family.
While she was said to have the potential for significant growth, evidenced by her recommendation, the only achievement she had to her name was graduating second in her class at the academy.
Compared to Linnea von Einsberg, who symbolized ‘practicality,’ and Ophel Aichel Transrente, who embodied ‘justification,’ Luca had no merits to speak of.
Of course, God’s word was absolute.
But such logic only worked within the religious sphere.
For outsiders, especially the royal family seeking any opportunity to strengthen their ties with the Order, this decision was utterly unacceptable.
Had the Order chosen someone of exceptional reputation, like Ophel Aichel Transrente, known for her unparalleled piety, it might have been a different story. But Luca? She was out of the question.
Aware of this, Pope Agnus III stood before Saint Erin’s door, sweating profusely as he pleaded.
“Saint, it’s not too late. Please reconsider. This choice is too burdensome for us. Alienating the Einsberg royal family won’t do us any good.”
No response came, but the presence inside the room was undeniable.
The Pope bowed repeatedly before the door.
Even though he was at the pinnacle of the religious hierarchy, even he was a subordinate in the presence of the Saint, the only one capable of communing with the divine.
“Spreading God’s will widely can wait until after our faith has grown stronger. Now that you’ve appeared, Saint, the truth of Igogodon-nim is already reaching more people. To solidify this, we need the royal family’s support. So for now, with an eye on the future, please—”
At that moment.
Clunk!
The door opened.
Though startled, the Pope quickly assessed the situation and stepped aside, bowing his head.
“Saint!”
“I will now announce the Holy Knight.”
“But Saint, first, please hear me out—”
“It’s fine. God’s word has illuminated our path. I believe even you will be satisfied.”
“Uh… what?”
‘What does she mean by that? Did she change her mind?’
“Before that, I have a request.”
“A request?”
Erin’s blue eyes gleamed.
“Summon all available clergy to the great hall immediately.”
***
In the grand hall of Igogodon Cathedral.
A fittingly immense space where hundreds of clergy studied the truths of Igogodon-nim and delved into theology.
Most of them were elites, given their association with the Saint.
Naturally, the appointment of an obscure knight like Luca as a Holy Knight sparked lively debate.
“Isn’t it right to follow God’s will?”
“I find this decision too reckless…”
“Let’s wait. The Saint has summoned us. Surely she’ll provide a reasonable explanation.”
Time passed.
“The Saint is entering!”
At last, Erin stepped into the hall, instantly silencing the murmurs.
Click, click.
“It’s the Saint…!”
“Saint… Igogodon-nim…”
“Please, let there be a clear explanation…”
Though they doubted her decision, these were devout believers at heart.
Even the sound of the Saint’s footsteps carried an air of sacred reverence.
Clutching to her chest was the sacred scripture.
The most beautiful book in existence, containing the words of the one true God, Igogodon-nim.
Ascending the podium, Erin looked down at the gathered clergy and spoke boldly.
To be precise, she spoke normally, but everyone present heard it as if it were spoken loudly.
“Everyone, I am Saint Erin.”
The audience was startled by the overwhelming loudness of the Saint’s voice.
While such magic existed, it wasn’t typically used by priests, who specialized in white magic for healing.
Furthermore, there wasn’t a single mage present by her side.
‘So, how was this possible?’
At that moment, Erin closed her eyes and gently pressed her forehead against the sacred scripture.
“Th-that is…!”
From the scripture, a brilliant white light began to radiate.
Everyone present could feel it.
That light was not merely a bright flash.
That light was… pure truth.
A fragment of the undeniable and straightforward truth granted by Igogodon-nim to all.
And then—
CRASH!
“What, what’s happening?!”
“Ahhh!”
The stained glass depicting the apostles of Igogodon shattered with a deafening sound.
One after another, the holy murals adorning the cathedral and the sculptures imbued with centuries of history began to break.
Among them was the statue of the 8th Apostle, Jonah—a relic that had withstood countless wars throughout human history without ever breaking.
It was so revered that it earned the nickname “The Miracle of Jonah.”
Yet, all these creations, painstakingly crafted by humans to honor the divine, were destroyed in an instant.
Amidst the chaos, a voice whispered into the ears of everyone present.
It was impossible to discern whether the voice belonged to a man or a woman, a human or something else entirely.
“Abandon the old and embrace the new.”
Through the shattered stained glass, light streamed in.
It illuminated Erin, as though pointing to the protagonist of this world.
The light defied every natural law, enveloping Erin as if to crown her.
The gathered clergy—seasoned in religious discipline—understood immediately.
That light was divine.
Any ordinary person exposed to it would have their soul obliterated.
In fact, every material touched by the light disintegrated into dust.
Yet Erin stood there, bathed entirely in the light… praying without ceasing.
The sacred scripture floated above her, radiating light, spreading undeniable truth to everyone in the room.
At that moment, someone shouted.
“God is watching over us!”
As devout clergy, some priests trembled at the miraculous display and the overwhelming divine power of the Saint.
Overcome, they knelt and began bowing fervently to their one and only God.
“Ooh… Igogodon-nim!”
“God…!”
“Please bestow upon me the pure truth…!”
Finally, Erin, who had been praying continuously, opened her eyes.
Her platinum blonde hair flowed gracefully, and her blue eyes flashed with divine brilliance.
And then—
“One pure truth.”
The moment Erin uttered those words, everyone responded as if by instinct.
“God’s name is Igogodon.”
Genesis, Chapter 1, Verse 1.
‘How could anyone call themselves a priest without knowing that?’
In unison with the Saint’s words, the priests, nuns, and bishops recited from the most sacred scripture.
“Two pure truths.”
“The proof that Igogodon is the one true God lies in the donation records.”
“Three pure truths.”
“If someone claims to be a god but their name isn’t Igogodon, they are a fraud to be torn apart.”
Simply.
Simply by reciting three lines of scripture… priests who had spent decades studying theology began to sob.
Their tears weren’t something they could control.
It was like encountering something so profoundly moving that it triggered their tear glands involuntarily.
‘Ah, I was born to witness this scene. I’ve been studying the word of God all this time for this moment…’
The priests accepted the truth with square pupils.
They accepted it. They could not escape it. They could not deny it.
It was then that they realized why the murals and sculptures had all been destroyed.
‘Abandon the old and embrace the new’—that’s what it meant!
‘Oh… I understand now, Igogodon-nim!’
“The three pure truths, when combined, become ‘a plate of pure truths.'”
“And if someone cannot grasp God’s word after a plate of truths… then it’s simply a matter of intelligence.”
When the recitation of Genesis, Chapter 1, Verse 5 concluded, Erin raised her voice with conviction.
“Everyone, even the pure truths of God combine into a single plate. So why must there be only one Holy Knight?”
The Pope, who had been watching this entire spectacle with awe, was shocked by her words and stared at Erin with wide eyes.
‘Saint, surely you’re not saying…!’
“God has spoken. ‘I want them all.’ God desires even more lambs to serve as Holy Knights who protect me and spread His will. Yes!”
“In the past, there was only ever one Holy Knight? That is!”
CRACK!
The famous painting “The Saint Embracing the World with a Large Pouch,” which depicted the words of Saintly Records, Chapter 5, Verse 4, cracked.
“Why!”
BOOM!
As though hit by an explosion, the statue of Pope Fadulus II, the 4th Pope and the saint who spread the doctrine across the continent, shattered.
“What meaning does it have?”
Indeed!
The old holds no meaning.
What matters is only the new! The new will of God! The newly delivered word of God!
“What we need is…”
“A plate of Holy Knights!”
If three pure truths combine into a plate of truth, then surely three Holy Knights combining into a plate of Holy Knights is a natural conclusion!
“By the authority of the Saint who represents God, I hereby declare: Luca Heavenishian, Linnea von Einsberg, and Ophel Aichel Transrente. These three knights shall become my Holy Knights, forming our Church’s ‘plate of Holy Knights,’ and serving as the sword that protects the word of God!”
“Igogodon! Igogodon!”
“Follow the new order of God!”
“Gwamen! Gwa-men!”
At the birth of the new concept of the “plate of Holy Knights,” the cathedral was crumbling, but faith burned brighter than ever.
Seeing the final panel of the collapsing cathedral, I sat in stunned silence, lost in thought.
‘Wait, I said to push it through, but I didn’t mean destroy the cathedral…’
Well, still…
‘At least we got three Holy Knights, so that’s good!’
‘A plate of knights! That’s good!’