She Was Both Called God, as Well as Satan - CH 51

A few days had passed since the scholar regained consciousness.

「Hey, isn’t it fine? My condition is good, and it’s only getting better…」

＜No. Your recovery is most important＞

「But, you know… I’ve been putting up with it for almost a week. Just a cup wouldn’t cause any problems, right?」

＜Do you think you would stop at just a cup? You will certainly down at least a bottle. Absolutely not.＞

The girl preached to the scholar lying in bed, as she tried and failed to persuade the girl for a drink of fine liquor.

It appears their relationship has changed a bit.

The girl continues to give the scholar dedicated nursing after she awoke. Recovering would take some time considering her long period of unconsciousness.

Furthermore, there remained a small amount of magical residue in the scholar that left her paralyzed, to the point where she can’t properly move her arms. Even the daily porridge the girl made, she fed to the scholar mouth to mouth.

It’s a given that the scholar tried to resist, but she was helpless with her paralysis. The girl holds the scholar’s face as she squirms around, trying to escape. The girl tightly lays her lip, and pours porridge into the scholar’s mouth.

The scholar opens her eyes and desperately moves her tongue in an attempt to push the girl’s lips back, but her efforts were meaningless. She continues struggling as porridge continuously arrives into her mouth.

＜Puha~＞

Exhales the girl as her lips leave, a thin thread of saliva bridging their two lips.

The scholar, with moistened eyes, lets out a mutter with a voice too small for the girl to hear,

「It was my first time… my first time…」

Such nursing continues for several days, and the scholar could now move her body. With her spoon in hand, she was delighted to be able to eat porridge without assistance.

…On the other hand the girl looks at her with dissatisfaction.

In less than two weeks the scholar has made a complete recovery thanks to the girl’s particularly dedicated efforts. Standing on her feet for the first time in a while, she tastes the joy of walking through her own strength.

At the same time, the transport demon came back. It also purified all the magical residue in its body, and it seems that he had returned for the dishes made by the scholar.

The pair of girls welcome the demon. As usual, the scholar serves him well-seasoned vegetables stewed in a large pot.

In that manner, their everyday life was returning.

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「Alright. This should be fine.」

A few weeks following the transport demon’s return, the scholar had readied herself. In that time, she had built up the resolve to spread her unraveled “truth” around the world. For this task, it took a long time to prepare.

The scholar repeatedly practiced the usage of magics recorded on the small magic tool until she mastered it. She found various magical tools that were under development in that underground facility and remodeled them for practical use. All the important research data was summarized into a book of sorts.

With preparations complete, the party sets out on their journey.

All their luggage and the book of research are stored in a small magic  tool that could store a large amount of items in a different space. A chair with a splendid roof is affixed to the back of the demon, so long periods of travel would not be painful. The scholar had already checked the map depicting the locations of countries globally and decided on the route to take.

There was no longer an obstacle in front of her. Stationed atop the back of the demon, they finally left the ruined kingdom.

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「Haah… sleep at last…」

An old man monologued in a tired voice.

He is the head of the country’s magical research institution. The country he lives in is not that big, but institutions that study magic are still present.

At present, the world is restricted in logistics and information by demons. For the time being, the Blessed of the Goddess Church was sending goods and information across countries, but that system had limits.

No matter how hard the Blessed works, new magics would take time to spread worldwide. Therefore, each country had no choice but to create their own magical research institutions, constantly studying and developing the field.

The head of such a small research institution was freed from a long, long meeting and finally returned home. The old man entered his bedroom and tried to sleep, and that’s when it happened.

Without warning, a small ball of light appeared on the bed. The ball of light gradually grew in size while making a crackling sound. These sounds grew in volume until they became loud enough to be called explosions, and the ball of light had grown enough to reach the ceiling.

「Wha- What is-!? What is this!?」

The old man wields a wand and deploys a magical barrier around him.

(Who would despise me to the point of releasing such attack magic!?) – or so he misunderstood.

His feared attack does not come. Instead, the ball of light slowly shrinks, until it disappears.

And taking its place is a book left on the bed.

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「Yes! I’ve succeeded」

A female scholar stands atop a hill far away from the place where the old man was in a panic.

The hill is over a hundred kilometers away from the ramparts, of course with ferocious demons surrounding her. Yet these demons do not attack. Rather they are grazing leisurely on the moonlit grass.

＜I am not certain, but did the entirety of the book arrive successfully??＞

A girl sitting on the back of a luggage-carrying demon makes a strange face.

「Of course! But really, this transfer and clairvoyance magic is truly wonderful. With these magics, we can easily spread the truth to the world without fear of the Goddess Cult!」

With that the scholar gives an unpleasant smile.

That’s right- she’s spreading her unravelled truths across the world.

She used a huge magical printer left in the ruined kingdom to produce a large number of copies, each carrying the research summaries and results. Then she utilizes transfer and clairvoyance to distribute these books to research institutes around the world.

On that day, she had already sent books to a number of researchers. The old man who led his institution was the last person who received one.

「And from tomorrow, researchers in that country will be in a fuss! Nufu Nufu!」

With a comically villainous laugh, the scholar mounts the transport demon and moves onward towards the next country.

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As she had predicted, the country’s magical research institutions were in turmoil the next day. The people who received the book read through it overnight, and were amazed at its contents.

The second heart is closely related to magic. By removing the second heart, it is possible to create a human who won’t be attacked by demons. The demons are not sent out by Satan, but are created by humans using magic.

Of course, the books she created don’t just describe the relationship between demons and magic. In order to prove the validity of the research, details are written about various magics that can be reproduced with just modern magical techniques.

Those who read through the book individually confirmed whether the magic written in the book was functional. And when they did indeed succeed in reproducing the magics, they were convinced.

「What is written in this book must be investigated in detail!」

And so, the world began to move.