The gods are scary

Pure smiles are very effective in calming the hearts of the audience.

Kpop groups and their thousands of fans are indoctrinated around the world with this magical ability.

When Maria, Sofia's oldest servant, showed doubt in her eyes... the throbbing in my chest was growing. While I was sweating cold, the relief written on Maria's face came and that way, it seems that for now, I am saved.

This body seems to have a natural talent for being an idol.

***

I was in front of a large group of people. Beside me were my two personal servants and behind, the holy knights wearing well-polished armor. We were leaving the Hall of Saints, where the Pope himself blessed us in the name of a safe trip.

And after a period of debut, the audience no longer generated distress.

Two weeks had passed and with the improvement of "Sofia", strange rumors started to emerge.

"The Gods have blessed our Saint again!"

"The Demon King has been defeated!"

"The curse is over!"

"Our Saint looks much more beautiful these days!"

And, through the laughing screams of the maids, my idol performance was confirmed as effective!

The performance is based on a single strategy. Give blessings to everyone.

When in doubt, smile.

Because smiling is the best medicine.

***

The days I spent in this world were not very productive in the search for knowledge. Going to a library to read books is the first step for transmigrants in the stories I had read on the internet, but due to my identity as Santa, drastically changing the reading content of books is something to be vetoed.

Sofia's remaining memories help in some way in my social integration. And I will have to be happy with this disintegrated content until I find safe sources of information - without drawing too much attention to new habits.

So, praying faithfully to the Gods, I hope that I will be truly blessed. Why taking care of unscientific situations is something I can't do.

When she was called on a certain morning by the Pope's secretary, warning about the Saint's new mission, I had a feeling it was the right time to remember that the Saint intended to be an unbeliever.

The unbelievers seem to be much smarter to me. They do not fear gods because they do not believe in them. In my case, I want them not to suspect that Santa participated in a spiritual exchange with another soul and was replaced by an alien being.

Every morning, during morning prayers in the Church, I fear that the light will be illuminated over me like a bloody spotlight showing my true face to everyone. But Santa can't be an unbeliever, so it's just an involuntary idea of ​​mine.

Why, after all, in this world the Gods really exist.

For that reason, the report I held in my hands was not put in the trash the instant I read it.

In the contemporary world of the earth, mythological beings are legends.

In Sofia's world, they are facts that have no logic for me... And it causes scientific theories, placed in my head since I was young, to be destroyed.