You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 145

The villagers who saw me were all so shocked they looked like they were about to faint.
âHah, ha!â âThatâs an outsider!â âIsnât that a monster?!â âGrrâ¦â
Robo, who had been pointed at by the villagers, bared his teeth.

Before the villagersâ panic spread further, I pulled Robo back a bit.
âEveryone, calm down... Maria, come over here.â
âYes, Angel!â

And while the villagersâ confusion faded, Maria, who had been hiding for a while, appeared.
Since she had been under an illusion, there was a chance that if the villagers saw her alive, they might take her back to Margarita, so I had kept her hidden for a while.
When the villagers saw Maria, they were all shocked.

âMaria?â âIs Maria really alive?â âAre you okay?!â âYes, Iâm okay! The master⦠no, Margarita tried to kill me, though.â
At Mariaâs firm words, some people gasped.
In front of those people, Maria pointed at me and said.

âIf this angel hadnât appeared, I would have really died.â
âA⦠Angel?â âAn angel? Maria, this is not some fairy tale.â âHavenât you heard enough stories about the silver-haired angel?â
At the mention of an angel, once again, there was confusion among the villagers.

âIs pushing this angel story too much?â
To be honest, it was a bit of a stretch.
â...It doesnât matter whether Iâm an angel or not. What matters is that this person saved Maria.â

While I was briefly reconsidering the concept, Laura, who had come closer to Maria, hugged her and spoke.
âAnd everyone, didnât you say before you drank this wine that Maria had died? This is all because of the evil spell cast by our masterâno, Margarita!â
âThatâs...â âItâs strange. Did the master really curse us?â âIf it was a real curse, calling her the master would be ridiculous!â
One by one, murmurs of defiance began to rise among the villagers.

Especially those who had snapped out of the mental influence and started recalling the people they had lost.
âMy God, Edgar is dead, and I didnât even know...â âYeah, my wife also went to offer a precious flower to the master and never returned. But I had completely forgotten about it. Is this really possible?â âWhat is this?! Have we really been cursed?â âYeah, weâve been cursed.â
I didnât miss the opportunity and dug into the chaos.

âMargarita has been deceiving and exploiting all of you.â
The people who had lived on this land needed to be enraged at Margarita and prepare to fight back against her rule.
Only then could they grasp the chance for retaliation.

â...But, Laura. Then what are we supposed to do?â
But it wasnât going to be that easy.
One of the elders, who had been quietly listening, asked.

âYouâre talking about turning the eternal snow red... Are you suggesting we run away from the mountain, free from the masterâs control?â
âThatâs nonsense!â
Another person immediately objected.

âI know the master is strange, but think carefully. This is the land weâve cultivated. How can we just leave?â
âThatâs true.â â...We need to think this through, Laura.â
The elder spoke.

This time, it wasnât just anger but a tone of admonishment.
âI understand you feel wronged. But... people like us, ignorant as we are, have always lived like this.â
âGrandmother.â

âIâm not saying you should be the only one to endure. I too have suffered. My son left, and itâs been over ten years now. I thought it was an accident, but like you said... the master may have killed him.â
â...â âBut honestly, do you think going against the master and leaving the mountain would make a difference? Would some new world suddenly open up?â
âWhat do you mean?â

Laura snapped angrily.
âHow do you know what will happen? Why are you giving up before even trying?â
âBecause itâs obvious. Even if we go outside, weâll all end up dead from a monster attack. At least here in the mountain, we wonât die from monsters.â

â...This.â
I clicked my tongue.
A person like that, who gives up and tries to drag others into the same pit, is the most annoying type of human.

The problem is, there's some truth to what they're saying.
âCertainly, what the grandmother says makes sense. What can we do if we leave?â
âIf we get attacked by a monster, not just a few of us will die. We could all be wiped out.â

This thought crossed my mind as I crossed the plains after entering the dungeon. Near the plains surrounding this mountain, there are an unusually large number of monsters.
It was quite different from the area near Count Burkâs domain, which dried up all the surrounding life.
This might also be one of Margaritaâs means of control.

She made it impossible for ordinary people to voluntarily leave the mountain.
âWhat do you mean by that? Are you saying my husband can die but itâs fine for your family?â
âNo, itâs not like that...â

The voices among the villagers began to rise in volume.
This, too, was a familiar flow.
When faced with the threat of survival, those without power lose their ability to make sound judgments.

Like frogs boiling in a pot, theyâre too afraid of the monsters outside to jump out of the pot.
Maria covered her ears at the rising noise, and Laura shielded the child.
âEnough!â

Bang!
I slammed my sword into the ground, and everyone stopped talking.
âGrrr!â

At the same time, Robo growled menacingly.
With the momentum to swallow a few people whole, the atmosphere turned to one of fear.
Receiving fearful gazes, I spoke slowly.

âRight, I wonât lie. Thereâs no guarantee that your lives will improve just by getting rid of Margarita.â
âWhat? What are you saying?â
âAngel!â

Laura tried to speak, but I shook my head.
If I were really an angel or a hero, I would have waited for them to reach their own conclusions...
âAngels just arenât my thing.â

Iâm a demon, after all.
Iâm not here to show kindness to these people.
I simply need their strength.

So instead of persuading them, I need to make them act the way I want.
âBut if you keep this up, youâre all definitely going to die.â
âWhat? What do you mean?â

Even Laura was stammering now.
âYour master wonât forgive anyone who tries to betray her.â
âWhat?â

âBetray? When did we...!â
âYou drank the potion I gave you. Youâre already my people.â
âWhat?!â

âWas that potion not brewed by Laura?â
âYes, I deceived that woman.â
I kicked the empty barrel.

Crash!
Lauraâs face was priceless.
Well, it wasnât exactly a lie.

That potion had my magic imbued in it, and that magic was protecting the villagersâ minds.
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For Margarita, it was like having pests lay eggs in her domain, so even if I lost, she wouldnât leave these villagers, who knew the truth, alone.

Looking around at the now terrified villagers, I said.
âYou all drank that potion. So now, the only way for you to survive is... to fight Margarita.â

âYou tricked us!â

âThis is absurd! What power do we have to go up against the master...!â
âFirst, stop calling her your master.â
I kindly advised them.

âThe person you call master... is, in fact, no different from you.â
Margarita is just the same as them.
I had said this countless times in my past life.

...Back then, those words werenât accepted.
âI was too soft back then.â
If I had just terrorized these foolish humans and made them move the way I wanted, it would have been easy.

âAnd you already have the means to defeat Margarita.â
âMeans?â
âWords have power. Especially when itâs the language of a sorcerer.â

Even more so when itâs a phrase passed down through generations.
âYouâve all called her the âRed Eternal Snow.ââ
Language is a means of communication between those who cannot understand each other, and it is also a tool for entangling the mind.

They have called Margarita their master, but also referred to her as the Red Eternal Snow.
âWhen the words 'Red Eternal Snow' were spoken by that child, it was passed down through time.â
The words, the language that controls the mind, become the law of this domain.

âIf you donât want to die, climb that mountain.â
I pointed towards the peak of the mountain.
A strange pillar-shaped structure seemed to pierce the sky.

On top of it, untouched by human hands, eternal snow had accumulated.
âAnd spill blood on that eternal snow.â
âImpossible!â

Immediately, resistance erupted.
âHey! You donât know the mountain well. If you climb that high, youâll die. You canât breathe, your head will hurt!â
âYeah, I heard from my grandfather. He said everyone who tried died!â

They werenât wrong. The mountain was that high and rough, so high-altitude sickness was inevitable.
But...
Whoosh!

Items poured from the air.
Oxygen masks, strength-enhancing items, everything.
âWho said you had to climb it barehanded?â

The items I had taken from Han Jae-young now shone brightly.
Seeing the villagers alternate between looking at the items and me, I grinned.
âAnd the word âimpossibleâ doesnât work here. If you fail, Iâll kill you.â

 
âImpossible!â
Immediately, there was an outburst of resistance.

âHey! You donât know the mountain well. If you climb that high, youâll die. You wonât even be able to breathe, your head will explode!â
âYeah, I heard from my grandfather. He said everyone who tried died!â
They weren't wrong. The mountain was so high and rough that altitude sickness was inevitable.

But...
Whoosh!
Items poured from the air.

Oxygen masks, strength-enhancing equipment, all kinds of items.
âWho said you had to climb it barehanded?â
The items I had taken from Han Jae-young now sparkled.

Watching the villagers alternate their gazes between the items and me, I grinned.
âAnd the word âimpossibleâ doesnât apply here. If you fail, Iâll kill you.â
The tension in the air was thick, and as I watched the villagersâ expressions shift between disbelief and fear, I knew they had no choice but to comply. Time was running out, and Margaritaâs hold over them wouldnât last forever.

I had made my point. The reality was clear.
Now, I would either break their will or lead them toward a path they never thought theyâd take.