The woman who claimed to know Michael's whereabouts looked disheveled because of the ashes. Perhaps it was because she escaped from the crumbling and burning temple.
But Irel felt that she was a bit familiar. Her eyes carefully observed the woman, then suddenly opened wide.
“Could it be… Beatrice, is it you?”
“Do you know this person?”
Are you familiar? Irel had a lot of headaches because of the Russell brothers, who appeared from time to time. She wanted to clear them all out of her sight if possible.
There is one thing in common in the zombie movies she used to like to watch. No matter how much people fight with each other, once zombies appear, they will immediately cooperate, back to back.
Perhaps that's obvious. These monsters threaten humanity like a common enemy.
Therefore, Irel was even more unable to understand the current situation. There is a force that not only does not protect its kind from Kitan, but also takes advantage of it.
“Found it, Big Brother.”
That's what happened before they left to save Michael. Yan Luis, after walking around the Temple, discovered another problem.
Yan Luis, who could pass through walls in spirit form, was the optimal choice for reconnaissance. While normal people have to struggle to break locks and search for hidden places, for him it's just a walk.
Thanks to that, Yan Luis quickly found it. The poor prisoners were imprisoned in the secret dungeon of the Temple, which Michael intended to rescue.
“Wha, those women…!!”
Bishop Krunhal was horrified when he saw the women step out one after another behind Yan Luis.
Dressed in ragged clothes, they differ in height, appearance and age. But they have one thing in common: they are all pregnant.
“What the hell is this…”
Irel was amazed at the pitiful sight of the women: bare feet, peeled nails, and looking around while holding their pregnant bellies. To the point that even Pessuss, who was cold and cruel, had to click his tongue.
She didn't know why these women were being held in the basement of the Temple. But looking at the pregnant bellies, a scary premonition arose. She couldn't hide the disgust in her eyes as she looked at Bishop Krunhal.
“Wait! That's not it!! Whatever you imagine, absolutely, absolutely not!!!”
Bishop Krunhal was startled by his eyes as if he had seen a bug. He hastily waved his hand, insisted that the ministers maintain physical and mental purity, and asked how they could have such blasphemous thoughts.
His appearance was a bit exaggerated, but it didn't look like he was lying. Irel glanced at the women with her eyes in question.
Did he really say that?
The women's eyes looking at Bishop Krunhal were extremely cold and hateful. But seeing as they reluctantly nodded, at least they weren't being detained to be sexually abused.
So why are they locked up? Irel turned to look at Bishop Krunhal and the women without understanding the reason. At this moment, Varkan, who had kept silent until now, spoke up.
"Still haven't given up yet? That fucking game continues."
The voice was too deep, like it was scratching at the throat. In it, there seems to be a long-held hatred of Varkan.
"You bastard? Ha Mash, why are you defaming our efforts?"
Bishop Krunhal, who had been obsequious until now, suddenly raised his head and protested.
"All of this is a noble sacrifice for the Lord's sons! Even if others don't know, Ha Mash you absolutely must not mock us."
"What kind of noble sacrifice? Then tell me, God's dog."
Varkan coldly interrupted Bishop Krunhal. With a look of boredom on his face,
him
calmly revealing the true face of the Temple.
“Do you still believe that you can create Masaka yourself?”
Create Masaka? Human? How?
However, unlike Irel, Bishop Krunhal's face turned pale quickly, as if he understood Varkan's meaning.
“That's stupid.”
No need to wait for an answer. Varkan smirked with a murderous look on his face, pointing at the women's pregnant bellies.
"Do you believe that any of them will conceive Masaka, huh? The result of the disgusting experiment you performed?"
“…Don't say that, Ha Mash.”
Bishop Krunhal gritted his teeth and said. He was more serious about this experiment than anything else. Even though he was afraid of Archbishop Ramon and wanted to flee immediately, even though he was always struggling because he was oppressed from top to bottom, this was the research he never gave up.
“No matter who we are, we have the right to speak.”
But Varkan ignored Bishop Krunhal's desperate protests.
Him
smiled with an annoyed expression, glanced at the women, then pointed at Bishop Krunhal. And
him
cruelly revealed dispassionately what
him
think.
"Disgusting, stupid, and pitiful. The arrogance of thinking that you can create Masaka yourself."
“Varkan, how dare you say that!!!”
Finally, Bishop Krunhal exploded. He could not bear to have the research to which he had devoted his heart and soul be humiliated.
“You are also the result of this experiment!!”
And so, Bishop Krunhal finally confessed himself. The final sin of the Temple, which should never have been revealed.
What were the results of the experiment at the Temple? Varkan?
The eyes of Irel, who was silently watching consciously, opened wide. The context in which she knew about Varkan was
him
grew up in the red light district as a child, lost his mother in a Kitan attack, and wandered around the underworld to expand his power.
But if you look closely, that is the context of “adulthood,” not the context of “birth.” Varkan's past, which she did not know when she saw it on the screen, is now being clearly revealed before her eyes.
"That's right."
Surprisingly, Varkan smiled without wavering. And
him
asked Bishop Krunhal again.
"Are you satisfied? The disgusting act of locking my mother in the same room as Kitan, and eventually letting her get pregnant with me."
Varkan's eyes burned with rage, his manly chin
him
upturned. Hearing that, Irel accidentally covered her mouth with her hand.
To this extent, she felt that her presence here was a mistake. She glanced at Pessuss and Yan Luis, but they didn't seem to be moved, as if they already knew.
Thanks to that, Irel felt a bit isolated. It seemed like she was the only one shocked here.
“Pessus.”
“Yes, Big Brother.”
At that moment, Varkan called Pessuss' name without turning back.
Him
looked towards the basement where the women came out and asked an unexpected question.
“The Kitans in the basement, have they been taken care of yet?”
"Yes. They were tied up less than 2 meters away from the women. I killed them all without missing a single one."
Pessuss, who had the most overwhelming attack power among Varkan's subordinates, answered confidently. At this point, Irel felt dizzy.
Summarizing what she had heard so far, the Temple had locked up pregnant women along with Kitan. Perhaps they were tied up so they couldn't eat the women, but were forced to live in the same space.
And they claimed that it was an experiment to conceive Masaka.
What is all this anyway?
As if realizing Irel's chaotic mood, Varkan turned to look at her. And
him
Open your mouth with calm eyes.
"It's a simple logic. Just as rabbits increase, fox predators will also increase, the relationship between Kitan and Masaka is similar."
“I mean, could it be…”
"Apply the opposite logic. If you want to artificially increase the number of Masaka, you must first increase the number of Kitan."
Of course, in reality it is impossible to do so. Because the ultimate purpose of increasing Masaka is to destroy Kitan.
Fortunately, the human body is not a machine. There are many variables, unreasonableness, and sometimes coercion that can also come into play.
So, is it possible to "confuse" the body? For example, locking the mother with Kitan in a space where they live together causes the mother's body to perceive that man-eating monsters are flooding daily life. Like a pack of wolves nesting on a hill full of rabbits and breeding.
If during this process, the mother experiences stress that leads to bleeding or instability, she will be treated with divine power. The same goes if you self-harm or have an eating disorder. The officials will follow closely and forcefully maintain their health and lives.
Will the rate of Masaka births among children born that way increase overwhelmingly? This is the hypothesis that the Temple of God came up with.
Varkan Ha Mash, who was born to prove this hypothesis, calmly repeated a common knowledge that Irel had heard several times, with emotionless eyes.
"Masaka is an existence sent by the Lord God to save humanity. Therefore, they were born in the lowest and humblest place."
Of course, there are lucky exceptions like Mirdal, but that's most of it. Therefore, the Temple mainly captured prostitutes and homeless beggars from the underworld as experimental subjects.
Resha, Varkan's mother, is one of them. The only special thing about her, a prostitute no different from other people, is that she has a Masaka in her womb.