I don't want to be an elf!

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However, seeing such a scene unfold before her eyes, the girl still couldn't help but feel angry.

Perhaps it was because the police went too far, or perhaps it was because the real Nia Honjou's personality influenced her, just like when she played Kurumi Tokisaki in the previous world and felt no sense of killing.

The girls in this world seem to be much more emotional.

This forced her to force herself to control her emotions and calm down.

“Young man, don’t you think this scene is very similar to the plot of Silver Bullet?” Nia Honjou asked. “The plot in the middle of Volume 2 is exactly the same as now.”

"Why bring up your manga now?" Rentaro Satomi's expression was rather unpleasant. "This isn't the time to discuss this."

"When the protagonist, Falma, was buying groceries on the street, he saw two patrolling knights brutally torturing a homeless half-demon girl because she had stolen food. Instead of helping her, the people around her were mocking her. So, in order to uphold his sense of justice, Falma killed the two knights."

Nia Honjou acted as if she hadn't heard him, and asked to herself, "Boy, do you think Falma did the right thing?"

"Justice is not an excuse for violence. If everyone vents their sense of justice through violence, order will cease to exist," Rentaro Satomi said with a melancholy tone. "In such a world, order is the last reason for the continuation of human civilization. If people challenge order for the sake of their own justice, the whole world will fall apart."

"But what if such an order is built on the sacrifice of others?" Nia Honjo asked coldly. "Would such an order still have any reason to exist?"

"..."

Rentaro Satomi opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But the scene before him left him unable to offer any explanation.

Finally, he gave a wry smile: "I don't know. I've always wanted to find the answer, but to this day, I still don't know how to answer it."

"But even without an answer, do you still believe that Falma's approach is wrong?"

"His sense of justice is nothing more than violence against violence, which ultimately only breeds more violence."

"And what is your sense of justice?" Nia Honjou looked at him. "Standing idly by?"

"I......"

In an instant, Rentaro Satomi clenched his fists.

Honjou Nia's words pierced through his disguise like a sharp arrow, hitting his weakest spot with pinpoint accuracy.

"But what can I do?"

Rentaro Satomi loosened his fist again, his voice filled with exhaustion: "Charge up and confront two policemen to save the child? Then get arrested by the two policemen for obstructing official business? Then leave Enju to live alone? Wait for Kisara to raise money to pay the bail?"

I have done it. I once stood up to protect the cursed children, and because of that, everyone around me paid the price for my willfulness.

I can no longer let others bear the consequences of my own sense of justice...

Looking at Rentaro Satomi, who seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, Nia Honjou silently turned her head away.

Rentaro Satomi was undoubtedly unfortunate.

He was forced into this morbid society before he was even an adult. His thinking was far more mature than that of ordinary people, yet he was not mature enough.

He possesses superhuman strength, capable of easily reversing adversity, but not enough to reverse the values of this society.

He was caught in the middle, unsure of where to go or what the right choice was.

Therefore, he could only follow societal expectations and do what most people wanted him to do.

He yearned for justice, but in the face of the vastness of society, his sense of justice was not permitted.

Some people call him a hypocrite because, regardless of the reasons, he has not put his sense of justice into action.

But Nia Honjo felt that he was just an ordinary person.

Isn't that how ordinary people are?

Even with differing opinions, they still follow the mainstream.

Sometimes I want to change something, but I'm afraid of losing it and I hesitate to act.

Unwilling to admit that they are associating with depravity, they offer kindness whenever possible.

In the original story, Rentaro Satomi witnessed the police taking a cursed child to a deserted place and carrying out a cruel vigilante attack. He did not intervene because he could not bear the consequences of his sense of justice.

But after the police left, he risked his life to take the dying, cursed child to the hospital, even though it meant he would have to pay a large sum of uninsured medical bills and that his life would become increasingly difficult.

Is this meaningless hypocrisy?

No, this was the greatest act of resistance he could muster under societal oppression.

"Hey, you're such an ordinary and boring person."

"Is this some kind of sophisticated irony?"

“No, that’s actually a compliment.” Nia Honjou smiled. “After all, in this twisted world, being ordinary is already a rare quality.”

"Sigh... I hope you understand."

"But I still don't think this kind of thing should happen."

Looking at the two policemen who were wantonly bullying the poor girl, Nia Honjo said in a complicated tone, "I lost hope in this world a long time ago, so I locked myself in the church and indulged in a world of fantasy. But I still can't stand idly by."

"you......"

"While I am indeed disappointed by the hypocrisy and darkness of the world, only children are innocent, don't you think?"

“My thoughts are not important; what matters is society’s thoughts,” Rentaro Satomi said, shaking his head. “We cannot change any aspect of society; trying to stop a chariot with our bare hands will only lead to destruction.”

"Perhaps so, but I still want to give it a try."

Nia Honjo turned her head and looked earnestly at Rentaro Satomi: "For the sake of the children, I want to make one last desperate attempt."

"But our strength is too weak, and we are powerless to do anything about it."

"By the way, do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

"What?"

"I am the chosen nun, the agent of God."

"You mean the nonsense you talked when you were drunk? What's wrong?"

"Actually, that's not nonsense."

Honjou Nia's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Young man, do you wish to witness a divine miracle?"

Chapter Nine: When Fantasy Comes True

The gods are dead.

From the moment the Gastrea defeated human civilization, neither the East nor the West believed in any so-called gods.

Whether they were prophets, priests, Taoists, or monks, they all disappeared into history during these end times.

Miracle—this was a word that Rentaro Satomi hadn't heard in a long time.

In the years leading up to the disaster, many people still prayed to the gods, hoping for a miracle.

But in the end, miracles and gods are just lies told by liars.

Rentaro Satomi sighed deeply.

He hadn't expected that after saying so much, the woman in front of him would still be joking with him.

It was one thing before, but to make such a obviously lying joke in the current situation shows a complete lack of tact.

However, just as he looked at Nia Honjo and was about to say something, Nia Honjo pulled him out of the crowd.

"Where are you going?"

"Just follow me."

Slightly away from the crowded throng, Honjou Nia led her group to a less crowded area.

“Hmm, this is about right.” Nia Honjo estimated the distance from the crowd. “If I were to display my power in the crowd, it would definitely cause a commotion in an instant.”

"Are you still going to spout nonsense now?" Rentaro Satomi said with a headache. "If you want to leave, just leave. I won't say anything. There's no need to make up such a lame excuse."

"Well, it's understandable that you don't believe me, boy, after all, I've never used my power in front of you."

"If you're going to be this stubborn, then you should..."

Rentaro Satomi's voice abruptly stopped.

Because light shone on Nia Honjou.

The tasteless plaid shirt and jeans transformed under the mysterious halo, and a unique nun's habit appeared on the girl's body.

It was a nun's robe that blended the purest white with the darkest black, the semi-transparent ink color allowing glimpses of the delicate, milky-white skin beneath.

The veil on her head had two artistic gold ornaments on either side, and a cross inlaid with aquamarine hung at her waist and was attached to her thigh exposed by the high slit of her dress.

In her hand was a book primarily composed of gold and jet black, with black as the base color and gold as the embellishment. Both sides of the book were inlaid with crosses, giving it a weighty and mysterious appearance.

It was as if a character from a fantasy had descended upon them.

It was like a true miracle.

"What's this......?"

The Divine Armor, Part 2, appeared at the call of Nia Honjo.

Rentaro Satomi, who witnessed this scene firsthand, was completely stunned.

What is the principle of this?

Where did it come from?

What is that changing light?

"How about that, were you scared?"

Honjo Nia exuded an aura of solemnity and holiness, but the mocking smile on her face completely destroyed this aura.

Rentaro Satomi then came to his senses, thinking he had misread it.

So he rubbed his eyes hard, hoping to see a different scene, hoping that what he had just seen was just an illusion.