While Aeolem was a god that descended very often, this time, it came out of nowhere. It would have been weird if they trusted it right away.

But using the various knowledge that I had of Aeolem, I emphasized that I was possessed by Aeolem.

“Thanks to you, I wasted my divine powers for no reason! My neck hurts! My back hurts! Since you guys were all rude to me, I order you all to kill yourself!”

It was also effective that I disguised slave gladiator’s ‘Taste of Restraint’ from earlier as god Aeolem’s power.

“Forgive us.”

“Please have mercy.”

Thanks to that, the other guys were starting to believe me.

I mean it was probably hard for them to think that useless Guillaume thought of a way to survive.

The third prince’s ‘fame’ of being rumored to be a wastrel was indeed helpful.

And most importantly, the high priest didn’t try to refute my claims right away.

“I was sad that you didn’t give me a sign for a long time, but I am relieved that I got to see you like this.”

Rather, the old man was very naturally treating me like a god.

So I kept continuing calmly as well.

“It’s because you’re being disloyal to me! If the offering to the altar had been richer, I would have descended with my main body! Why would I need to borrow a weak body like this? This is all your fault, I mean it!”

“I apologize. But why did you descend so suddenly?”

“…Hm?”

“Did you have something to say urgently? If you had something to say, couldn’t you just give an oracle to the archbishop?”

It was obvious that he was still suspicious.

I answered passingly.

“Do I need to have a reason each time I descend? Do I need to tell you guys every little thing? Are you suspicious of me? Do you want to take your pants off? Huh?”

“…I crossed the line. I apologize, god Aeolem.”

He lowered his tail immediately.

However, his eyes were still flashing.

Of course, I could also guess what he was thinking.

‘Since his name came out, he’s going along with it until he understands the situation better.’

That was what I was aiming for.

Just by shouting out the name of the leader of assassins, Bamilo Dimark, they were no longer able to just kill me off.

Whether it was a lie or not wasn’t as important as whether the information got leaked.

That was the reason Bamilo was bowing his head to me and going along with anything I said.

However, that was not the only problem.

There was another important character.

The player character.

“…”

He still hid his face under the hood and kept silent throughout the entire thing.

Thanks to that, I was going crazily worried.

What is he thinking?

What’s his identity?

‘I have no clue. He gave no reaction even when I claimed I was a god.”

Anyways, I survived for now.

These people who were threatening Guillaume’s fat neck were all priests of ‘Vengeful Priests’ and assassins at the same time.

‘Priests involved with revenge and assassination.’

…What a sick background.

Anyways, these people weren’t a force who moved arbitrarily. 

These were the elites that were part of the ‘revolution’ camp in the west.

‘They’re a huge force grouped together to bring the empire down.’

In the original game of <W.A.G>, there were three big factions.

Balt Magic Empire.

Revolutionary Army.

Five Beast Tribes.

The empire and the revolutionary army were battling each other while the beast tribe switched sides based on their convenience.

The third prince assassination case that happened in the midst of this battle was a message from the revolutionary army to the empire.

-Free our comrades. Otherwise, those with royal blood will be hurt.

In other words, this wasn’t just a terrorism.

It was a special mission with a political intent.

Even though they failed today, they were definitely going to try again.

‘So, surely the assassin will appear again.’

But I did not have the intent to just give up my neck.

I didn’t want to feel the feeling of being stabbed alive with a sword again.

But I couldn’t just keep pretending to be a body possessed by a god.

If I didn’t want to be revenged upon by a petty god, I had to stop lying quickly.