Ten minutes later, I was muttering like this in my head.

‘Okay, I am Aeolem. I am the god of revenge, Aeolem. I am the god of disrespect, Aeolem, himself…’

I tried to use method acting in order to realistically impersonate the descent of the god.

At first I laughed at whether it was possible to imitate the authority of god with this fatty’s body.

“You are the body that god Aeolem chose?

“You! How dare you point at the body I am in! Are you crazy?”

“No, wait.”

“Shut your mouth! I will cut off your finger one by one with my blade of revenge if you don’t come to your senses!”

“…”

“Or do you want me to cut something else for you? Huh? Take your pants off! I will personally change your gender!”

Is my speech a little weird?

Well, who cares.

Aeolem was as frivolous and impatient as how I was acting right now anyways.

The part I was worried about was whether I could pull off a dignified voice.

“Bastards! How dare you talk back to me!”

Surprisingly, maybe because I am still a royal, a deep voice with authority came out.

‘It feels like someone is helping me?’

As a result, the assassins who were about to hit Guillaume’s neck, wait no, the assassins who had already hit Guillaume’s neck once just looked at each other.

I breathed a sigh of relief inside once I confirmed that I have succeeded in the deception plan.

‘Luckily it’s Aeolem. If it was goddess Imer who’s rumored to never descend, this would have been much harder.’

According to the background of the original game, the world of <W.A.G> had a total of 12 gods.

And most of these gods were troublemakers who liked to interfere with the world below.

As a result, in this world, there occurred many big and small problems frequently, and all NPCS were familiar with the gods.

‘In other words, it was a world where God’s followers and their opponents, lovers and enemies were entangled together.’

This background did not suit the name of the game at all.

Even though the name of the game was <A World Abandoned by God>, the gods were going around frequently, which was the complete opposite of the name.

‘A world god screws up would have been a better title.’

Of course this title did have a good reasoning behind it.

But that reason only appeared at the end of the scenario.

Anyways, among the twelve gods, ‘Aeolem’ especially liked to interfere with the mortal world.

As the god in charge of revenge, he liked to interfere with all kinds of wars and quarrel, conflicts and arguments.

And he also liked to appear in front of his followers just as much.

As a result, my lies were pretty easy.

“I understand for now, god Aeolem. However, please give these stupid believers a piece of faith…”

“Faith? You dare? You need faith?”

“…”

“Okay, fine! I’ll give you plenty of faith!”

Pouring bullshit in a row was a piece of cake.

“That golden sculpture that you dedicated to my altar last week! Do you think I wouldn’t know that was plated!”

“…Huh?”

“And on top of that, those bastards of Kisiris keep trying to steal my followers to their side! What are you going to do about it?”

“W, we are trying our best to fix that.”

“Will your church life end if you try your best? Will it? Who’s going to try their best to take responsibility if I can’t collect my money? Huh?”

“You are talking about… money?”

“Salt! You dumbass! Belief and faith like light and salt!”

“…Untie him.”

I succeeded at untying the rope that was binding my hands and feet together by spouting nonsense just like Aeolem.

Of course not everyone was fooled easily.

The old man who I called by name.

<Bamilo Dimark>

[Character] High priest of the grand church of Aeolem. He is an old man with a cold personality who leads the Vengeful Priests. He works as an assassin in the revolutionary camp and causes ‘Assassination of the third prince’.

“Sorry for not recognizing you. God Aeolem of revenge.”

He was bowing his head very respectfully, but there was a hint of suspicion in his gaze towards me.

The cold gaze unique to the elder.

-Let’s watch for now.

It was mixed in with roughly this feeling.

‘He was definitely a cold old man.’

It was also kind of a natural reaction.