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Thursday, XX/XX/XXXX | 17:31 |

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"He is a HERETIC!!" someone among the crowd suddenly yelled, followed by ten more of him shouting the same phrases.

Before Ivan had the time to digest everything, all soldiers in the room all performed a chorus of accusation. Their roar was so loud it vibrated the room.

What the hell is going on?! Ivan looked past his schoolmates, towards the angry masses.

What did they mean of heretic? Was it because of his attributes? His passive skill? But he didn't meet any God, or God-like beings, on his way here and neither of the rest of the summoned ones. If one of them did, it should've been shown in the status window.

What the heck did that heretic mean?

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Thursday, XX/XX/XXXX | 17:32 |

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It was a stroke of luck, Lemerista would say. She was contemplating on either separating or putting two rebel summoned heroes in a leash a while ago. She did think of separating them, but the speed of which the occasion presented itself was a surprise for her. She thought she would need one or two weeks to separate them, but wow...

...what a lucky day.

"Wait, the children of the Mashiach do not condemn those who made a contract with another deity. We must learn to forgive them, even if it is a daunting task for us, just like the Mashiach who forgives those who turn their back on Him."

Then she looked at the boy in question. "Summoned hero, it seems that we cannot accommodate you here. This place will soon turn into battleground and I'm afraid you will be swept along in it. The Meshiach will punish us if we involve those who cannot fight in this war."

His obvious confusion made her elated, yet on the outside, she sighed heavily as if a huge responsibility was pushed onto her.

"Oh, dear me... I must apologize for this. I didn't mean to force you, but I have no choice. No, we have no choice. Receiving skills from another deity is considered blasphemy in our religion. We cannot risk sending you to battle..."

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Thursday, XX/XX/XXXX | 17:36 |

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Ah, I see what this all means...

Ivan feigned shocked and started shaking uncomfortably, looking scared and helpless as he begged.

"B-b-but surely there's something you can do...? I don't want to be alone in this world...! Please...! You can do something, right? Right? Like..." he paused for a while...

...and then gave her a creepy smile, "Like enforcing a gag order?"

The Priestess' eyes widened slightly then closed as she smiled. It was subtle, but he noticed her discomfort and he laughed inwardly.

If she and her superiors were afraid of this information leaking to the masses, why not use gag order? She is the most powerful people in her religion! What's there to worry about?

"I'm so very sorry. Even with a gag order, it is not a risk we could take. There's nothing I can do for you except provide you with basic necessities. Truly, we cannot involve you in this battle. This is also for your own good. Both the Mashiach and the king did not wish for unnecessary sacrifice."

He frowned slightly at that.

The more he thought about it, the more it all made sense to him. She and her so-called superiors were truly tyrannical beings. Individuals slightly different than them were quickly disposed, in a seemingly compassionate manner at that! They utilized his broken skill detail and lead these idiots to believe that he received it from another God. All in the pretense to kick him out of this place.

Her words were laced with gold and all things good, as expected of a head priestess. She was afraid that this war would endanger his life since he only has one skill, but behind that she was actually telling him to fuck off and die since they didn't need him and he was a heretic.

"Marta," the priestess that had been standing behind the High Priestess moved forward and bowed. In her hand was a burlap sack.

"Please take it. It contains supplies you may need to start living in the city," the Head Priestess told him gently. "Since you will not participate in this war, this is the least we could do to fund you. Please register at nearby Adventure Guild or have someone employ you before your supplies are exhausted. And Derek."

This time, one of the High Priestess' knights stepped forward. His armor shone brilliantly under the magical light. He did not speak, keeping his head bowed slightly to wait for his order.

Ivan took the burlap sack and shamelessly opened it right in front of the Priestess bitch. Some packed food in green stuff--maybe dried meat and fruit--a waterskin full of water, a warm cloack, a dagger, and--surprisingly--some coins.

Really, she went all out to kick him benevolently out of this place.

"Would you please escort Mr. Otherworlder?"

As if a machine, the knight called Derek straightened his posture and approached Ivan, towering above him by easily twenty centimeters.

"Come, Otherworlder," the knight spoke. It sounded more like an order.

Otherworlder, huh?

Ivan fixed his school bag and effortlessly carried the burlap sac with one hand. Following the knight from behind, Ivan secretly glance at Andre.

Poor guy. He didn't even know why his only friend was discarded. To him, it looked like they sent Ivan to a peaceful village and guaranteed his safety because of the king's benevolence.

Ivan sighed in secret as he exited the room.

You're just too nice and naive, Andre... Don't die.