Volume 4 Chapter 79 New Teachings, Room Of Love
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”A new religion?”
”Yes, my Lord.”
According to Rozmiaque’s report, a new faith had taken root in the Free City. I tilted my head, trying to make sense of it. Honestly, I’ve never cared much about gods or religion in this world.
Rozmiaque claims that my spirit is a messenger of the Spirit God, but I’ve never felt that way. To me, the divine is something distant, barely worth thinking about.
People like Tifi and the others pray before meals, but they’ve never pushed their beliefs onto me. The closest thing I have to a religious figure is Tifi’s adoptive father—a priest. But in my eyes, he’s just a father-in-law, not some emissary of the heavens.
Religion simply doesn’t feel relevant to me. Rozmiaque must’ve sensed that, even without me saying it aloud.
And yet, the fact that he’s bringing this up must mean there’s something unusual about this new doctrine.
”They call it the ‘Room of Love,’” he said.
…Excuse me?
”In general, it’s not far from standard teachings. Live virtuously, pray to the gods, and you’ll be saved. That sort of thing.”
So far, so generic.
”However,” he continued, “there’s one unique element. In times of desperation, the gods extend a hand and guide the faithful to the divine realm.”
”The divine realm? You mean the Room of Love?”
”Yes. The faithful are led by fairies to luxurious chambers, where the finest food awaits them.”
That sounds oddly familiar…
”There’s a warm bath. Injuries heal. Skin and hair become radiant.”
Wait. Hold on.
”The one spreading this teaching is Quatro Shell. The only son of a council member from Latipak, here in the Free City.”
”In other words…”
”Yes. The very boy you saved from those pirates. It seems your power left quite the impression on him. He truly believes. A noble development, wouldn’t you say?”
So… the Love Hotel is being worshipped now?
Calling the Love Hotel a “divine realm” is beyond absurd.
I wish it were just a joke. But they’re serious, aren’t they?
Well… thinking about it from their side, they were rescued from hell and brought to what probably feels like paradise. A god’s blessing? Believing that might be… inevitable?
”Truly admirable,” Rozmiaque said, eyes closed in prayer, hands clasped at his chest. “Even in youth, they can sense the Lord’s greatness and mercy.”
Why does my head hurt?
”Just to be sure—there aren’t any actual followers, right?”
”Not many yet. But word is spreading throughout the Free City.”
Rozmiaque nodded, as if this were some kind of good omen.
I don’t remember any official announcements about the rescue or the hotel. How is this even spreading?
Is Quatro’s word alone really that persuasive?
While I was still processing, Rozmiaque reached into his pocket and pulled something out.
A lute. The kind traveling bards use. Come to think of it, he once said he liked pretending to be a minstrel…
No way.
”I’ve been performing at taverns. Singing tales about the Lord’s greatness, and the mysteries of the Room of Love.”
…What is this man doing?
”Mysteries”? He totally embellished, didn’t he? And the way he says “the Lord’s greatness” with a straight face… I genuinely don’t know how to respond.
The worst part is, this wasn’t a drunken whim. He planned it.
”Father… you didn’t… reveal the Master’s secrets, did you?”
Lifia’s voice was cold and sharp as ice.
”N-No, never! I only sang things that Quatro boy told me! It’s all public knowledge, I swear!”
Rozmiaque waved his hands frantically, trying to dispel the suspicion.
I know he’s devoted to me, but he’s way more theatrical than I expected.
”Why are you even doing this?”
”I wanted to share the story. To let others know of the Lord’s presence… and His power.”
So this is how he shows affection, huh?
As long as he’s not leaking anything confidential, I might let it slide…
”But still, performing out in public? Even if you talked to Quatro through those communication cards, won’t your voice give you away?”
”I altered my tone. I doubt anyone would recognize me.”
That’s… surprisingly crafty of him.
But this ‘Room of Love’ religion… what’s the point of boosting it like this?
They’re out here preaching behind my back, and now it’s becoming a thing?
Seriously… this is starting to give me a real headache.
* * *
”God loves all beings equally, and to those who truly seek salvation, He shall guide them to the Room of Love.”
”There, you will find warm water, beds that heal the body, and a divine table to satisfy your hunger.”
”Live each day with sincerity and purity. Someday, your prayers will reach the door of God.”
In a modest wooden assembly hall nestled in the Free City of Latipak, a clear, youthful voice echoed across the space.
At the center of the room stood a small platform, upon which a boy of the Quatro race spoke with serene conviction.
Flanking him were several women—those who had once shared a prison cell with him—now dressed in simple robes, standing behind him like devoted sisters of a temple.
The crowd was small. Most of the faces wore expressions not of faith, but of curiosity. Observers, not believers.
Still, the boy before us was almost unrecognizable.
Back when we rescued him, he was just a scared child—bruised, curled in on himself, too frightened to speak.
And now?
He stood tall, delivering a sermon with quiet authority, his posture poised and his voice unwavering, as if he were a veteran priest.
Had he always carried this gift within him? Or did something awaken during his time at the Love Hotel?
Our purpose here today was to investigate a new religious group calling itself the “Room of Love.”
And what we saw… was nothing particularly suspicious.
The boy taught. He preached. But there was no coercion. No demands for money. No hint of manipulation.
It all seemed sincere. Clean.
Could it be that he truly just wants to share his beliefs?
”…By the way, that councilor… What does his father think about this?”
I muttered the thought aloud without meaning to.
Beside me, Tifi paused for a moment, then responded quietly.
”It’s difficult to believe the councilor himself is a genuine believer.”
His tone was calm but certain.
”However, everyone remembers what happened. That powerful presence during the incident—the one that stopped both the Kingdom of Nakuos’ navy and the pirate fleet, rescuing the hostages without bloodshed… No normal group could have pulled that off. It had to be someone aligned with us. If we can prove that connection, the political and economic leverage is enormous.”
Ah.
So it’s not about faith. It’s about strategy.
That’s why the councilor backs his son’s activities.
As expected of a city driven by trade. Nothing is free—not even belief.
”Still, those boys and women… they genuinely believe in it. In the Room of the Gods. In the Master’s kindness.”
This time, it was Lifia who answered. Her voice was gentle, her gaze warm as it settled on me.
Through her Spirit Magic, she could read the emotions that linger in people’s hearts.
Perhaps she had seen the hues of devotion glowing around them.
”I see…” I murmured.
Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel about all this reverence.
Me. The Love Hotel. Worshiped like something sacred?
It felt surreal.
And yet… if the ones we saved had found peace, a place to belong, then maybe… it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
I didn’t hate it.
In fact, I was grateful they remembered me. That I had meant something to them.
Eventually, the sermon came to an end.
A gentle round of applause spread among the gathered listeners.
As the echoes faded, we rose to our feet and made our way toward the exit.
Before we could leave, the boy—Quatro—noticed us.
He stepped down from the platform and walked over, hands folded reverently before his chest.
He bowed low.
”May the blessings of the Room of Love be with you.”
”Ah. Thank you.”
I gave a short reply, and he smiled faintly, bowing even deeper.
He wore a pair of short butler-style pantaloons and a neat top, a uniform we had given him during his time at the Love Hotel.
According to Yomi, “It suits him best.”
And she wasn’t wrong.
His androgynous features and delicate frame matched the outfit perfectly. There was a strange charm to him—almost too perfect.
Maybe that’s why the women around him had gravitated to him. He fit the role effortlessly.
Around his neck hung a glimmering gold card.
It looked strikingly similar to one of our Love Hotel’s key cards.
Maybe that’s no coincidence.
That fairy—Rozmiaque’s messenger—probably left a strong impression.
To them, this might be seen as a holy item. A key to divine words.
Perhaps… this would become the symbol of their faith.
The boy’s gentle eyes shimmered with sincerity, almost like a true priest.
Without a word, we turned and left the hall, his gaze following us until the door closed behind.
”I rather like the name ‘Room of Love,’” Korukona murmured on the walk back.
”When I was trapped, drowning in despair… I truly believed no one would come for me. But then, Taro appeared.
He brought me to a place that was warm… safe…”
As she spoke, she turned to look up at me.
Her amber eyes shimmered faintly, just barely wet with emotion.
”That place felt like a sanctuary… a room touched by the gods. So I understand why Quatro would believe in it too. He must have felt the same. Saved… protected…”
She paused, then gave a soft, heartfelt smile.
”Thank you, Taro. Truly.”
”…Yeah,” I replied.
To hide my embarrassment, I gently reached out and stroked her black hair, brushing over the soft tufts of her cat ears.
They twitched lightly, and her tail swayed behind her, content.
Outside, the sun still hung high in the sky.
The noise of the Free City filtered in from the streets—lively and distant.
I cast one last glance back at the hall behind us and exhaled quietly.
…Not bad.
Even if it’s something like a Love Hotel.
Even if it’s me.
If that can become a light for someone’s heart… then maybe that’s enough.
With that thought in mind, we continued down the bustling city streets.
Notes:
• Rozmiaque – High-ranking elf investigating large-scale Spirit Magic usage. Condescending, believes a High Elf is involved. Uses 6-letter Spirit Magic to trap targets. Displays contempt for half-elves and humans. Aggressive interrogator, possibly capable of sensing hidden information.
• Latipak – A small independent state centered around its port town. Located in a strategic trade hub, it maintains neutrality despite being surrounded by large nations and Demon Race territories. It is a bustling city where humans, elves, dwarfs, and Demon Race people coexist. Known for its vibrant streets, diverse languages, and lively atmosphere.
• Quatro – Male. A young boy, the son of a council member of Latipak. His appearance is androgynous and delicate, wearing butler-style clothes. He was rescued by Ore and now spreads the ‘Room of Love’ teachings, believing Ore to be a divine figure. He is charismatic and speaks with regal dignity.
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
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