"Tell me, o saint, what is that you want?" – asked Phantasia.

"Greetings, your majesty." – said the cat beastwoman.

"I’m the representee of the church."

"And I’ve came here to disuses something regarding the new temple."

"Oh? Enlighten me." – said Phantasia.

"Very well." – said the saint.

"As you know, our temple is one dedicated to our god."

"A god that want to bless your entire nation."

"With their blessing, your nation will grow and evolve."

"However, we need to have a token of your loyalty to be presented."

"..."

"And what that token shall be?" – asked Phantasia.

"A donation." – said the saint.

"Our god demands a temple to be build."

"A mighty one!"

"No! I mightiest one!"

"A one that will show our and yours loyalty!"

"In return, our god promises to bless you and your land."

(So a better future?) – thought Phantasia as the system window appeared.

(Well, it does seems like a good d-)

"..."

"The hell is this?" – said Phantasia as he stared at the price.

[Gold Cost: 1 000 000]

[Soldier Cost: 100 000]

"..."

"Hey." – said Phantasia.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"It is a tribute that we require." – said saint.

"I can see that, but what the hell is this price?" – asked Phantasia.

"You are not only asking for million gold coins, but also hundreds of thousands soldiers as well? Why?"

"I’ve told you once, we want to build the mightiest temple there is." – said saint.

"However, we will also need soldiers, those who shall protect the holy grounds dedicated to our lord."

"And so, what we ask is nothing compare to the blessings and future that we promises you."

[You lack necessary funds to conduct transaction.]

[You were given special option.]

[Sacrifice happiness of your people in order to obtain necessary gold and sacrifice necessary amount of people to fill out the soldier cost.]

"..."

(There is no fucking way this isn’t intentional impossible request.) – thought Phantasia calmly as he was analyzing the situation.

(That means the final test is about choosing.)

(Do I choose better future by using my own money?)

(But this isn’t some kind of simple "money".)

(It will be like straight up turning my own into slaves.)

"..."

"The answer is no." – said Phantasia.

"..."

"May I know why?" – asked the saint.

"No." – said Phantasia.

"May I know WHY are you asking for such unreasonable demand?" – asked Phantasia as he stood up.

"..."

"This is the price of faith. And this is-"

"BULLSHIT!" – shouted Phantasia, cutting off the saint.

"What you are asking me is equal of selling my own people as your own slaves in order to satisfy your own desire."

"I’m going to say this."

"Are you really think I’m retarded enough to take this deal."

"Get out."

"..."

"Are you sure about this?" – asked the saint as the tone of her voice changed.

"You do know what will happened if you refuse this mercy?"

"What? My people will be free?" – asked Phantasia as he approached the saint.

"No." – said the saint.

"You will doom your own people."

"And your kingdom."

"So, don’t-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" – Phantasia started laughing in the saint’s face, confusing a living hell out of beastwoman.

"There it is! You lying whore!" – said Phantasia right in the saint face.

"E-excuse me!?" – said confused saint.

"Actions speaks louder than words, and what you just did proven one thing to me." – said Phantasia.

"You never cared about this nation."

"Or its people."

"You threw away your mask."

"..."

"I’m going to give you-"

"A chance? No. I’m going to be one giving it to you." – said Phantasia as he cut off the saint and grabbed her by her collar.

"You came here in peace, and yet, you lie and wishes to bring harm."

"Salvation? Mercy? You never planned to give it."

"And you didn’t even tried hiding it."

"You are nothing more than a greedy and prideful woman who cannot take no as the answer." – said Phantasia as he threw the saint to the ground.

"Tell me."

"What is the kingdom?"

"A kingdom is a home."

"But tell me this."

"If the nation itself is nothing more than a lie? Then is it truly a nation? Am I truly a king?"

"No."

"What you are asking me to do is to murder my own kingdom with my very own hands and enslave them for your god?"

"There will be no dissuasion."

"Now."

"Out."

"!"

"YOU WILL REGREAT THAT! YOU-" – before saint could finish speaking, Phantasia smashed his feet against the ground, crushing the ground that was right next to the saint’s head.

"The one who will regret will be you, the one who cannot understand how to be a person." – said Phantasia,

"Now."

"OUT!" – shouted Phantasia as the saint de-spawned.

(Well... I did it... But the question is, was that a good decision or not?) – thought Phantasia as he started at the system pop up windows that started appearing.

[You have completed the trial door {3}.]

"..."

"Show me."

[Finaly results.]

[Population happiness level: 89%]

[Minimal threshold of 75%]

[Threshold reached.]

(Fuck! One reached!)

(What about the other one?!)

[Kingdom progress level: 70%]

[Minimal threshold of 75%.]

[Threshold not reached.]

"..."

"Fuck." – said Phantasia.

(Well.... Honestly, I did expected that.)

(I mean, it was close.... But there still a good chance that I would fail.)

(Was it because I refused that last request?)

"Congratulation." – said the secretary.

"..."

"What?" – said Phantasia as he turned around and noticed the space itself warping back to normal.... Expect for one thing.

The secretary.

"You have passed the test."

[You have passed the test {3}.]

[You have completed {3/3} tests.]

[Congratulation.]

"?!"

"Wait, hold up?! The hell is going on?!" – asked confused Phantasia as he stared at the message window and the quest window.

"It is just as I’ve said." – said the secretary as her body started turning into the pure blue water... Before then moments later on taking on a different form.

A form of the priestess.

"!?"

"You?! You were the secretary all along?" – asked Phantasia.

"Yes. It was me." – replied the priestess.

"..."

"What is the meaning of this?" – asked Phantasia.

"I clearly failed the test just now."

"So why I had passed the test?"

"Because this what I decided." – said the priestess.

"Honestly speaking, this whole test wasn’t about satisfaction level of the people or how well you can develop your nation."

"But how much you cared about it."

"..."

"Huh... So, this entire test was nothing more than a lie?" – asked Phantasia.

"Pretty much, yes." – said the priestess.

"However, only partially."

"You did needed to show your ability of leading the people somewhat, so let’s just say that the thresholds were much lower than you may had expected."

"But still, one thing above the two thresholds fulfillment values that you needed to reach was my recognition."

"And you had obtained it."

"You had proven yourself as a leader."

"And you had proven yourself by not bending your knee to the gods."

"..."

"You say that, but aren’t you a faithful fallower of a god yourself?" – asked Phantasia.

"Why the hell straight up showing middle finger to the god was a victory condition?"

"..."

"Because it was the same decision that my goodness did." – said the priestess.

"She defied the god."

"?"

"What do you mean?" – asked Phantasia.

"..."

"Many years ago, before the invaders came here, this land was ruled by countless gods."- said priestess as the massive room began changing, turning into the scenery of a desert.

"You call us elder gods."

"That we are forces of justice."

"But it wasn’t true."

"Many years before the invaders came, we were stuck in war against each other."

"No world are perfect, and there will always be evil."

"Such was one god, The God Of The Desert."

"He was a truly mighty god, but at the same time he was cruel."

"Beyond cruel."

"His fallowers in his name enslaved those who dared to oppose him."

"He said that all the desert belongs to him, and those who live in it, are either his fallowers, or his slaves."

"He was evil."

"..."

"And my goodness was his daughter."

"Back then she was just... Herself."

"She wasn’t a goodness."

"She carried his divine blood, making her a demi-god."

"But she was never acknowledged or allowed to be a god."

"No."

"If anything, because of her beauty, her father, the God Of The Desert, locked up her in the cage, showing her off like a trophy."

"For years she stayed locked, like a bird, like a slave, like a trophy, only living as a display."

"..."

"Until they came."

"The God Of Blood And Rubies."

"Vurak."

"It was a blood."

"A pure blood."

"It didn’t had gender nor race."

"It takes on countless forms, but in reality, it truly never belonged to any race."

"However, they were the god of blood."

"One of the mightiest and powerful gods that once walked this land."

"And they were the enemy of the Desert God."

"They came seeking justice for the crimes of the Desert God, attacking his city and temple, bringing in the chaos and destruction to his sanctuary in the name of revenge."

"Obviously the Desert God confronted the God Of Blood."

"But in that chaos, his daughter, the one who was enslaved ever since her birth... She saw her chance."

"While the Desert God, her jailer was gone, confronting the God Of Blood, she took her chance and broke free."

"She broke down her prison and ran."

"And she did it."

"For all her life she longed for one thing, ever since she was born."

"And she had obtained it."

"After years of being used as nothing more than a tool, she obtained her dream."

"Freedom."

"For the very first time in her existence, she obtained the freedom."