Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 42

042. Predator (6)

A day before the Inquisitors attacked the Kornsheim clan’s stronghold.

The guild, which noticed this in advance, carried out the operation of stealing some of the scholars and research records as instructed by the Holy Emperor.

Then, when Seonghwang saw the artificial life forms lined up on one side of the laboratory, his eyes widened.

-It’s worth using. Let me steal a few.

All the guild executives looked at the success with astonishment. Rather, wasn’t the research on artificial life forms the decisive reason why Kornsheim was defined as a devil worshiper?

But he said something incomprehensible with a calm expression on his face.

-This has nothing to do with demon species or anything. It’s a technique that falls under the rules of the normal world.

During the Great Purge, most of the artificial life forms – homunculi – were burned, but the guild eventually succeeded in smuggling three dolls away from the Inquisitors.

-This is just an empty doll in the shape of a person.

-Once the soul enters, it will move properly. It is structured like that.

So how do you put that soul in it?

While everyone was puzzled, Seonghwang himself began testing various things by transferring his soul into a doll.

Although allowing a soul to go in and out at will was not something an ordinary person could do, everyone in the guild was convinced that it was something His Majesty the Holy Emperor did. At first, I just wondered what the human-shaped dolls could be used for.

Soon, the guild members unknowingly witnessed moments when a doll that had been lying quietly suddenly opened its eyes or stood up and started walking.

As Seonghwang said, the moment the soul entered, the doll truly began to move like a human, and it showed a strange appearance as it sympathized with the incoming soul and slowly transformed into Seonghwang’s appearance.

However, the successful Homunculus trial run ran into unexpected difficulties. Forcibly aligning the soul with an artificial life form required too much mental energy to enter and exit. So, once it entered the doll, the soul could not be moved as easily as when using the original body.

His senses were also greatly dulled, and Seonghwang had a hard time adjusting to this for a while.

The biggest problem above all else was that dolls outside the rules of this world could not accept Aurors at all.

It goes without saying that Seonghwang, who was handling Aurors like he was breathing, was very uncomfortable. Auror is the power that is the basis of life. Saying that it wasn’t enough was the same as saying that you’d lose energy like someone who’s about to die.

Fortunately, there were no restrictions on using divine power, and the Holy Emperor explained that this was probably because divine power belonged to his soul.

So where are you going to use it?

The guild executives were puzzled as they saw Seonghwang, who had destroyed the guild building with just a light wave, inside a doll and walking around like a sick person.

The performance seemed a little unsatisfactory, but the experiment was completed anyway and the dolls were placed in each of the guild’s main branches far from the capital.

And Seonghwang actually showed the doll’s true value on the southern front two years ago. With the participation of a priest with infinite divine power, the Southern Front, which was outnumbered, regained its momentum in an instant.

In addition to the activities of the 1st Prince Owen, who was running wild on the front lines, the front line moved south and south until it settled in its current position.

At that time, the capital’s prosperity was in the process of closing prayers, and it was an event that everyone believed without doubt that it was the care of the god who answered their prayers.

Well, that was the story.

How should I explain this to the boy and the old man who are shocked right before their eyes? Issue 21 became difficult.

What saved him was a calm voice suddenly heard from next to him.

“The Lord purified the evil things and made them into God’s tools to take care of the continent.”

yes? The eyes of the three people turned to the coffin at once.

Before they knew it, Seonghwang had raised his head and was looking at them. And at that moment they saw clearly. A very sacred aura imbued with the body of the Holy Emperor.

Surrounded by soft light of five colors, he spoke in a voice that rang softly as if he were prophesying.

“This is proof that everything in this world can never escape the will of the Lord. Even the petty struggles of devil worshipers are thus subject to His will.”

Ah, it was truly a divine sight!

Even though the subject was crouching inside the coffin with a pitchfork in his hand, that fact did not in any way detract from the exquisite majesty and subtly spreading sacredness.

… maybe.

Old Man Max, who had experienced God’s miracles several times over the past two days, was so moved that he had tears in his eyes.

“Forgiveness… Forgive me. “I was so foolish that I committed the grave sin of doubting the representative of the Lord.”

“How can we blame sins caused by ignorance? “I forgive you.”

“iced coffee… … .”

The old man was so upset that he almost lost the reins of the carriage.

Aslan had a subtle expression, but he seemed to understand, and only No. 21 looked at the Holy Emperor with narrowed eyes.

Where do you sell medicine?

If you’re going to explain it like that, I wonder if you should explain it properly. You’re still clumsy, Enrique.

* * *

Jerome was completely drunk for the first time in a long time, ignoring the search team’s report. I couldn’t come to my senses because I could see Martha’s miserable last moments before my eyes.

“boss. The movements of the Flanders guards seem a bit strange. “The news was a little late because all the search teams had been sent up the mountain, but it is said that on the way back, the Asean Gate search team picked up circumstances that seemed to indicate a concentration of troops at the Flanders Guard.”

“Rodrigo headed to the gates of Carthage. There will be news soon, so why don’t we reduce the number of search personnel and pay more attention to Flandor?”

But Jerome made no response. The Carthaginian Sezac, who had been in an internal relationship with Rodrigo, had infiltrated the Flanders gate guard from the beginning. If there was any suspicious movement, a message would naturally have come from him.

I don’t know why, but someone’s voice kept lingering in Jerome’s head.

[You have already lost Martha. All that’s left are these stupid subordinates. If Prince Asin sends a punitive force, there will be nothing left for you anymore.]

[Catch Asean’s spy.]

[Assein’s spies take priority.]

“Assein’s spies come first. Find him.”

“But boss… … .”

“I don’t say it twice. Catch Aslan and that prisoner.”

When Jerome glared fiercely with red eyes, the bandits flinched and averted their gaze. His subordinates, who had been keeping an eye on him, soon disappeared one by one, and Jerome was left alone in the cabin. He drank his strong drink in silence even as the night deepened and until dawn.

“Martha… … .”

It’s only when there’s no one to hear that names that you normally don’t say come out so easily.

From the first time I saw her a dozen years ago, the beautiful Martha was naturally Jerome’s. She was by his side even without him calling her name, and she only breathed in his grasp. Until yesterday, Jerome had not the slightest doubt that not only her every move, but even her life, was in his hands.

Can it really be called love? Jerome didn’t know either.

But Martha had been so completely subordinate to him that Jerome could no longer imagine life without her.

Jerome, who had been stubbornly drinking, finally collapsed on the table toward the end of the morning and started snoring. There was someone who carefully approached him, his adoptive son, Cayenne.

After waiting for Jerome to fall asleep for a long time, he quietly walked next to the table and stuck out his tongue.

Jerome was an unusually strong human being with strong mental defenses. Sometimes, unless he was drunk or sober, it was not easy for him to interfere directly.

Unable to even dare to tear out his soul, all he could do was say a few words to Jerome, who was very drunk. Also, the alcohol is so strong.

It still gave me chills to think of how, as a child, I had thought as easily and thoughtlessly as Martha, and had touched his soul and been thrown against the wall. It was the first time she saw that his abilities were not omnipotent.

The next day, he succeeded in taking revenge by inciting Jerome’s spirit, which had weakened his defenses due to drunkenness, and inflicting violence on Martha. Jerome himself may not know it, but his soul was always looking at Martha. The day after he stabbed Martha, his soul would turn blue and he would be noticeably lethargic all day long.

Although he did not understand Jerome’s feelings at all, he could at least know that Martha’s misfortune was the most effective punishment for Jerome.

It was the same this time too. Jerome’s soul, whose defenses had weakened significantly since yesterday, was wailing loudly.

[Marta Martha Martha Martha]

Fortunately, the headaches and tinnitus that had been bothering Cayenne were now gradually subsiding. He approached the drunk Jerome and snatched his soul with one hand.

Just as a good soul like Martha has a fresh and sweet taste, a strong and karmic soul also has its own deep and rich flavor. And I remember that Jerome’s soul, which I ate a little bit every time I had the chance, tasted quite good.

Kaien lifted one of the arms of the flaccid soul and raised his eyebrows.

Jerome would not know what his soul had been looking for all his life until his soul was eaten away and he died.

It couldn’t have been more fun.

* * *

Aslan and his party moved diligently during the night. Except for stopping the carriage briefly in the early morning to let the horses sleep, the carriage was driven along the road without stopping.

Here, His Majesty Bat’s incredible power shined again, and whenever the horses were about to spread out, without exception, powerful divine power poured down on them.

The horses that had been forced to move were confused and had to work hard to pull the wagon again. Aslan felt a little pity as he saw the light of deep confusion appear in the eyes of the round, gentle beasts.

However, around midday, they had to abandon the carriage and move on foot, because when they reached the slash-and-burn village, the search party was moving around in a tight group. If things continued like this, we would probably encounter search teams frequently up to the Asin Pass road junction.

It was impossible for the group, whose faces were already well known, to pretend to be peddlers, and it seemed better to move around while avoiding the search team. Wearing simple women’s clothing, they hid the carriage inside the bushes and began walking along the road.

Still, the group’s physical strength was strong as they took turns sleeping and sitting comfortably while moving around throughout the night. Except, unfortunately, His Majesty Bart.

Even though it seemed to be recovering with its own blood due to the enormous divine power, the fact that the Auror was not moving seemed very precarious.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

When No. 21 spoke, His Majesty raised an eyebrow and patted him on the back. I guess he thought it was a joke.

The walking process went more smoothly than expected. Number 21 was truly a ghost. On a quiet road with no one around, he suddenly gave the group a stop sign and hid on the shoulder. After a while, without exception, a search team passed by him.

Aslan wondered inwardly what on earth the guild that this person belonged to was doing.

However, shortly after noon, something strange happened to His Majesty Bart.

“Mores… … .”

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, mumbling to himself, and his complexion became extremely pale as he stared blankly into space. Number 21, who was walking ahead, looked back, flinched in surprise, and hurried back to him.

“your majesty?”

And Aslan saw.

Ah, those eyes again. Eyes that reflect everything as if they were just inorganic.

If the image made of the light of this world does not form, then where and what is reflected in that eye?

His Majesty stared into space for a long time, then closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

“… “I told you not to cause an accident.”

“… … ?”

The group approached him in confusion.

“Enrique.”

“… “It’s number 21.”

Although he answered back out of habit, there was a look of concern on No. 21’s face.

His Majesty quietly looked around at the group surrounding him without knowing what was going on, then placed his hand on each person’s forehead and distributed divine power to them. It felt like he was preparing in advance for something bad, and Aslan became very anxious.

“Something urgent happened. Since I’ll have to leave for a while, I’ll leave all the rest to you, Enrique. “It may be a little difficult, but you can do it.”

No. 21’s face hardens at the sudden words. His Majesty Bart held his arm and spoke as if he was urging him to do so.

“Keep in mind. “The first thing you need to do is send those two people beyond the Asean Gate.”

“But Your Majesty… … .”

Number 21 opened his mouth as if he wanted to rebut something, but His Majesty’s voice was firm as he spoke while looking straight into his eyes.

“That comes first. Do you understand? If that’s not possible, throw away the homunculus. “It will probably happen with a high probability.”

“… … .”

“Leave the rest to me.”

And the moment those words end.

His Majesty’s body literally collapsed to the floor like a doll with its strings cut.

fantasy,