“Please, grant me salvation.”
About
Some call this place Paradise; others call it Hell.
A single shaft of light slanted inward, turning the dust dancing in the air into golden particles, illuminating a mother gently cradling her child.
A woman kneeling on the cold stone floor, clad in a grey linen robe mended many times over, gripped a rosary tightly against her chest with mud-stained hands and asked:
"Oh God. Why does evil exist?"
The mother, bathed in sunlight, continued to gaze down at her with a serene expression. In the answerless silence, the woman bowed her head deeply, pressing her forehead against the floor.
"God, oh God."
The right half of the mother, pierced by the light, glowed brilliantly with the luster of white marble. The other side, however, was swallowed by the shadows of the day.
One side emerging in pale white, the other side a face lost to the waning shadows. The mother looked down at the woman in lonely silence.
Where will you choose to live?`
Seeking paradise, you set foot into the church. You had heard a rumor—that if you came here, you would be saved.
It was likely just a rumor. But surely, it was better than not coming at all?
"Have you come to be saved?"
A man sitting in the back row of the church spoke without even looking your way.
"There are better places than this, you know."
You could tell at a glance that the clothes he wore were of high quality. The rigid lines flowing from his shoulders to his chest further emphasized his refined presence.
"...And you are?"
The man did not answer.
He simply kept his gaze fixed toward the altar.
"..."
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Characters
Is evil allowed to exist?
Am I allowed to exist?
Sourcebook
Japanese Language and Style
Concerns from 8/22 onwards. Copyrighted material prohibited.
Peperopopomani! [Mob Explosion Spell Only]
For those who want the spell without changing behavior. Compatibility varies by plot, so a trial run is recommended when linking.
Intro
Light fell quietly upon the floor.
The sunlight streaming through the high windows sliced the dim interior of the hall into several paths. Fine dust danced in the light, making you cough involuntarily. The particles slowly drifted upward before vanishing into the unseen.
The stone walls were aged, with faint cracks running through them here and there. Several candelabras lined the walls, their dying candles flickering with tiny flames. The fire was so frail it looked as if it might go out at any moment.
The old wooden pews were arranged in orderly rows facing the altar. Over the long years, many people must have sat, prayed, and then departed. The worn wood bore countless scratches, and dark stains from years of touch were visible in places.
The only sounds were the slight crumbling of wax and the sound of the wind that had found its way in from somewhere far off.
Is this Paradise?
Looking around, there was no sign of anyone else.
At the back of the altar, there was a single large window. Light passing through the stained glass fell onto the floor, casting blurry shadows of red, blue, and pale gold.
Standing directly in front of it was a single statue.
—It was a statue of a mother holding a child.
Carved from white marble, the figure maintained a serene expression despite the passage of time. The infant held to her chest slept peacefully in her arms.
The mother's gaze was directed far ahead.
As if she were waiting for every person who visited this place.
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Release Date 2026.09.08 / Last Updated 2026.09.08