Returnee from Another World - Chapter 26: The Name of God

Chapter 26: The Name of God

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The word “miracle” pierced Sayaka’s heart.

It was exactly what she’d been yearning for most. The faint distrust she’d felt earlier, the irritation at having her beliefs insulted, dissipated with that single word.

“Master, can you really perform a miracle?”

“Yeah. I’ll show you a real one right now.”

With that, Master opened the attaché case he’d brought and pulled something out.

It was a whip and a small vial of what looked like cream.

The whip was a cat-o’-nine-tails, its tips split into multiple strands. The grip was wrapped in leather, but the tails were a striking pure white. The vial probably contained lubricant, Sayaka thought.

Honestly, she couldn’t deny a slight disappointment.

The items suited her tastes for play, but SM tools as a “miracle”?

“Is that… the miracle?”

“What, disappointed? These aren’t your average toys. But maybe you’re right—I should’ve started with something clearer. Fine. Keep your eyes peeled and watch closely.”

Master spoke brusquely, then raised his face to the heavens. He lifted both arms, palms up, as if scooping something from the air.

His eyes were closed, lips trembling slightly.

Sayaka could tell the trembling came from muttering, but she couldn’t make out the words.

The sounds, almost nonsensical, resembled a chant or mantra. Combined with his prayer-like stance, it felt sacred.

Master’s head swayed, as if in a trance. The holy aura gradually enveloped Sayaka, pulling her into the moment.

“&%#)%#%&’’~’#”(#!$)’!”%’&’(!”&($#!”

His voice surged, filling the room with tension.

From the empty space above his palms, a faint crackle like sparking electricity echoed. As if to prove it wasn’t her imagination, a white, elongated object slowly materialized in her view.

“!!!”

Her eyes widened in shock.

Words failed her.

An object had appeared from nowhere.

There couldn’t be a trick.

If it had happened near his coat or with his arms lowered, she might’ve suspected sleight of hand. But this was undeniable—a true event unfolding before her.

It was a sword, its shape unmistakable.

It wasn’t the miracle she’d secretly hoped for, but it was enough to make her believe Master’s words. Her doubts about “miracles” vanished.

“Is that… a sword? Where did it come from…?”

“Yeah, a sword. But not just any sword. Forged from a saint’s bones, it’s a divine tool to purge impurity. I summoned it from the spirit realm.”

“Purge… impurity?”

Master’s word “impurity” changed Sayaka’s expression.

It felt like he was talking about her. The word resonated with her, more as a “curse” than impurity.

Her descent into religion stemmed from this.

Losing her parents young, then her lover, and more…

Misfortune plagued her life.

No, she feared she was drawing it in. That sense of being cursed drove her to seek solace, leading to religion.

“Hold out your hand.”

Hesitantly, Sayaka extended her right hand.

Master grasped her wrist, gently pressing the white blade against her palm.

It barely touched.

The blade lifted, hovering a few centimeters above. Yet its sharpness left a red line on her skin.

Blood oozed from the line, forming a bead that floated upward.

“W-What’s this…?”

“This divine tool is drawing out the impure, bad blood within you. Don’t worry—everyone’s tainted to some degree. Even me.”

“Bad blood…”

“So, do you believe me a bit more now?”

“Yes. How could I not, seeing this? But who are you, Master, to do this?”

“Me? Let’s just say I was once a priest in a certain order. Branded a heretic and cast out. A fallen monk, basically. I’m forbidden from speaking their teachings, but that’s just the order’s rule—I’m not excommunicated by the god I believe in.”

“If I follow that faith, could I receive miracles too?”

“Nah, they’re hardcore secretive. They don’t show miracles to regular followers, unlike me.”

As he spoke, Master set the sword aside and picked up the vial.

Opening it, he scooped out the creamy substance and smeared it on her palm.

Instantly, the wound closed, her skin returning to its pristine state.

“…!! No way… the wound… it’s healing!”

“Told you. A miracle. Later, I’ll use this potion to erase those whip scars on your body. A woman’s body should be beautiful—it’s my preference.”

“No… you mean even the old, healed scars on my body can be fixed with this potion?”

“You saw it, didn’t you? Old scars don’t matter. You’ll be pristine again. But keep this secret. Don’t tell anyone.”

“I understand. I won’t tell a soul. But… could this potion work on illnesses or physical conditions?”

“Nope. The Healing Potion only works on external wounds. It’s useless for illnesses.”

“…I see.”

Sayaka’s disappointment was palpable.

Master’s gaze seemed to probe her emotions.

“Well, separate from the Healing Potion, there is a miracle drug for illnesses and conditions.”

“!!! Is that true?”

“Yeah. But it’s not something to reveal lightly. You can imagine the chaos it’d cause. Plus, its supply is limited—extremely rare.”

“Do you… have that rare item, Master?”

“You’re awfully fixated on this. Got some personal stake? Sorry, but I can’t say more. Unlike the Healing Potion, its impact would be massive. I don’t trust you enough yet.”

“No! Sayaka Hojo will serve you with body and soul, so—”

“No dice. Not yet, at least. If I truly trust you, that’s different. But I need that certainty. Even if you’re sincere now, who’s to say you’ll stay that way? Your faith in—what was it?—Gospel Love Church is already wavering, isn’t it?”

“That’s…”

Sayaka faltered.

Master was right.

Her object of worship had shifted, and she felt it.

No matter how much she pledged devotion, she understood why he couldn’t trust her words.

“Don’t look so down. I’ll carve proof of your loyalty into your body now. That’s why I brought these tools.”

Master held the cat-o’-nine-tails again.

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Sayaka’s eyes swirled with worship and pleasure.

Her guarded emotions were now fully white with (【Loyalty】) and (【Trust】).

Ninetails Pain.

This weapon, made from a nine-tailed fox’s tails, could rend the mind of its target.

Effective against ghosts immune to physical attacks or creatures with tough hides resistant to blades.

Used on humans, even those with high pain tolerance would scream and writhe, eventually passing out, with minimal physical damage.

Its soft, lightweight material made it perfect for someone like Sayaka, who turned pain into pleasure.

“How was it? The whip of atonement?”

“Haa, haa… Incredible. I felt my sins being cleansed from deep within. And…”

Sayaka fully believed my lies.

My absurd claim that the whip punished hidden sins became undeniable truth to her.

With each lash, she moaned in pain, arching her body to its limits, her pussy gushing lewd fluids. Blindfolded and cuffed, her trembling white body was a sight.

“And it felt good?”

“…Yes. Unbelievably so.”

I removed her blindfold and brought my cock close to her face.

Her worshipful gaze shifted to it, turning lustful and clouded.

Cuffed and barely able to move, her tongue reached out, licking my cock eagerly. Her face, melted in pleasure, mirrored her earlier ecstasy.

“Guess it was a reward for you. No problem. My god, Agufis, doesn’t deny pleasure. Even carnal acts are part of human nature, in His view.”

“Agufis… the true god’s name is Lord Agufis.”

Agufis was the chief god worshipped in that world.

There, the world was seen as caught between the good god Agufis and the evil god Vepar.

If Agufis summoned me to that world, my words weren’t entirely false. Even if I don’t believe in Agufis myself.

“Yes. And you, blessed by His miracle, now serve Agufis. In this world, that means serving me, His priest. Do that, and your true wish might come true.”

“Yes. I’ll serve you with all my heart.”

No hesitation clouded Sayaka’s face.

I felt no guilt for ensnaring her with fabricated lies. She’d have fallen into another cult anyway. This path should be happier.

The Sayaka I met before was a dark, unhappy woman.