Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 231

Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (22)

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Diminus Perchus.

As a paladin of light who served Roharam, he loved homeostasis the most among the many glories of light.

Even though war, malice, undead and monsters cover the world, the morning sun rises. For Percus, that homeostasis felt like a revelation from Roharam, telling us not to slow down our steps always moving forward. A truth or fate that does not change no matter what happens.

In that sense, Percus thought that Professor Saint must be a respectable member of the church and a warrior born for this era.

‘According to the new book of saints that the church is currently compiling, it is said that he came from a fallen family and was unable to follow God’s will, and he has been fighting for his life with that race called Mut ever since his power was weak. When he was a mercenary, he was an enemy who attacked the city, and when he was an experiment, he resisted to avoid corruption at the hands of the wizard who became the head of the evil spirit. Even when he was not recognized as a defiled body, he faithfully performed the mission of the church, and ultimately upheld the church’s teachings. became a saint Every part of his life was filled with mutes and bloody battles. Truly, doesn’t that unchanging fighting spirit mean the true bringer of light!’

To him, the letter sent to the church was nothing short of revelation.

‘It’s so horrendous… it’s full of the smell of burning evil. Wherever the Holy Son goes, there are always evil agents scattered about. After all, he must be a talented person given by Roharam to our church that lost a saint!’

Riding with the gathered knights. Perkus’s expectations gradually turned into confidence as he saw the burned corpses of Mute and the collapsed valley. Finally, at last, His voice, which had been cut off for so many years, has reached us again! Be more direct and proactive!

And finally. Even at a distance that is a long way to travel in words, you can feel the scent of unholy magic and evil. At the time when I felt the lingering scent of divinity so great that even the terrible smell could not cover it up.

“…What are these bastards doing?”

Percus was encountered.

The bloody saint with his back to the rising sun, coming down on a small piece of cloth.

“Oh, oh oh oh…. Praise…. Praise! Ratura, Ro-Haram….! Ratura! Ratura!!!!”

The saint walked through the sky like a celestial god and arrived in front of him.

A clear light appears behind him like holy light, as if indicating that this person is ‘him’.

and….

Huuuuuung-!

A gigantic divine power that fills every place with its presence, even though it is hidden by a collar.

“Uh… are you from the church? “Who is this parishioner?”

“Ugh! Humble your words, bright one! Ahhh, Ratura! Raturaaa!!!”

Diminus Percus finally realized that the will of light had reached him. He fell down on the dusty ground and kissed His feet, grateful to be alive to face that moment. To see his light before the other paladins who fall off their horses and approach him on their knees.

Sasasak!

That reverent step that is quickly taken away is a symbol of humility.

Tears of joy fell from Percus’ eyes. In his eyes, he couldn’t even see the knights of the empire all around him. All that can be seen is the morning light that filled the son-in-law, and the person who received it in one body.

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‘…It’s a huge trace. As expected, there are wizards residing at Wuthering Heights. It must have been an amazing battle.’

Rossion Mahler.

As a knight of the sword family, he was a man of considerable standing. As a commoner, he was noticed by a knight and lived as a squire of a sword family. He consistently proved his abilities and was made a knight at the young age of 21.

Although the wall of origin is still strong, 15 years after his ordination, he is still serving as the leader of a traveling knight order rather than a ‘courtyard’ directly serving swordsmen, but that did not hide his skills.

The commoner knight commander of Geomga, who teaches that the most important thing in battle is ‘seeing’, the more he looked at the trail leading from Felix Home to the valley, the more he could not help but marvel at its scale.

‘When I visited in the past, the hills around Felix Home were not this narrow. Looking at the traces, it seems that almost all of the nearby valley has melted in the aftermath of the Great Magic. Even after using such magic, the groove that I cherished like my life was damaged, and I was unable to deal with his evil beast, so I fought all over the valley….’

I didn’t hear a detailed explanation, but the traces scattered throughout the valley were enough to give me an idea of ​​the scale of the battle. Traces of a wind cutter cutting through solid granite. A blackened mark on a valley. and….

“Unbelievable….”

The third battle site, where the terrain has completely changed.

Unlike the valleys in the rocky area that all looked similar, when Losion arrived at the place where he could feel the strongest energy beyond the hill, he, as the leader, forgot about his physical strength and just gaped.

The granite cut by the wind cutter that first impressed him?

Here, one side of the valley was broken into pieces like a cake.

Lightning magic enough to dye the valley black?

This place was floating with so much magic that even a clown imitating a wizard could manifest magic.

But what impressed him more than anything was the extremely simple trace.

Destruction.

The center of the crack that spreads throughout the valley, encompassing all of the previously mentioned traces.

The center of destruction, which split the entire valley as if there had been an earthquake, was devastated by truly brutal force.

Traces of destruction that collapsed one wall to the extent that the sun rising on the horizon was visible inside the V-shaped valley. An aftereffect of pure power without any trace of magic or aura.

“Ahh, kinda….”

“Please do not reject me! As a believer, it is natural to worship a saint….”

Losion turned his head to the person who seemed to be the one who created it amidst the commotion.

“No, why did someone’s foot… How on earth did you know and come here so quickly? yes? No, Roharam never told me, who was the one in charge, so why are you calling me!”

A man who carries scars all over his body that are identical to the thorns that bloom throughout the battlefield, and who fights while being worshiped by a cloud of Holy Knights.

As someone who grinds and polishes radish, Losion could not help but feel a thrill at the sight of a body like his entire body, with his war scars clearly exposed.

“Carlion.”

“Wow….”

“Carlion!”

“Yes, yep! “Captain!”

“Shh. “Keep your voice down.”

“Hmph!… Yes, what’s going on?”

Crunchy-

Lothion folded the hastily scribbled letter twice and placed it in Squire Caerllion’s hand.

“Break out of line this way and send the letter where no one will see. “This is a letter to the Duke of Geom, so please hurry as much as possible.”

“Yes, yep! “I will faithfully implement it!”

As a quick-witted guy, he even skips the starting formula and slowly slows down to get pushed back.

The knight’s eyes as he looked at such a squire were filled with worry as he looked at a great power that did not belong to the empire.

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“Hehehe! sorry. “Such a disgrace in front of the representative of light….”

“Well, since you know it’s ugly, I’ll just say something… Can’t you move away a little bit?”

do. big. sifter.

I couldn’t figure out what kind of situation this was.

No, the quest is over. The battle is over, the history is over, you’ve overcome the last hurdle and received all the rewards! Now, I thought the only thing left to do was to eat and rest while laughing with the home wizards with whom I had 100% intimacy, and then take a hot air balloon to the elf forest!

“Did you hear? Brother Gillion. The saint seems to be uncomfortable. Fall.”

“I mean you! Diminus Castle….brother! My limbs are fine, so there’s no need to help me! No, I’m saying don’t cling to me subtly, pretending to support me! “It’s creepy!”

“You can’t do that. This Diminus Percus, served as a paladin of the church for 30 years, fought countless evils, and realized something after losing his brothers. “That’s right….”

Sigh!

“Evil is the fact that it extends its evil grasp anytime and anywhere. This was the case with Brother Batelli, who lost his life due to a curse that was cast only a month after wiping out the warlock, and with Brother Shortis, who had to have both legs amputated because the wounds inflicted by the evil beast did not heal.”

“Brother Diminus is truly right. Since he slaughtered so many evil people, how much of their blood must he have suffered and how many curses must he have received? Don’t worry about what the world thinks. Roharam is watching us.”

Great joint, what are these lumps suddenly sticking out of that valley? What are those articles?

The moment I was about to return by climbing into the wind-blown tent with Astrad’s magic, the professor, who had risen quite high, saw a cloud of dust moving inside the valley.

‘At that time, I just pretend not to know and quickly jump back into the groove.’

I was afraid that it might really be the remnants of Mute. I couldn’t feel Mute’s energy, but I approached to check as if I was just hitting a stone bridge, and ended up like this.

what? What about Mute’s blood and what about the curse?

‘In the first place, I have a constitution that makes me much healthier if I chew the raw flesh of a mute and drink its blood!’

So, the paladins’ worries are completely useless, but I can’t say that out loud.

In the end, no matter what the professor said, ‘Latura, Latura!’ He had no choice but to come all the way to Felix Home in the arms of his holy brothers, who only received him with the same prayer words.

“That looks really fun, sir. “You have good brothers.”

“Shut up Astrad.”

“Hehehehe.”

Fortunately, after arriving home, I was able to escape their sacred love offensive. Home is basically an odd-shaped building with many narrow passages, so it was difficult to receive many articles, but more than anything…

“I’m going in.”

“no. “Inform someone to visit, or catch 100 Sicilian golden butterflies.”

“How can you immediately rescue 10 of them from the Great Elf Forest, where they are not caught every year! “Don’t you think our saint is in there?”

“It makes no sense to become a guest to meet a professor’s ‘guest.’ no. go back. “Don’t change it.”

“Keuuuuuuu!”

This is because the famous ‘cranky gatekeeper’ caught them all at the entrance. I can’t tell you how much I welcome the fussiness that was annoying when I came in, but now.

‘Roughly 120 knights gathered from nearby places. 30 Paladins. In just a few hours, the number of Auror user-level knights reached 150.’

They didn’t even send chaff for cotton since it was an order from the emperor. Just by taking a quick look, you could see at a glance that it was an elite.

While having a late breakfast with his group, the professor was contemplating what to do with the knights who had set up their barracks in front of him.

“First of all, there’s something I’d like to hear from the person who started this. Hydrasil, you said you were here as soon as the battle started, right? “Where has Lucilla gone?”

“The knights went into the valley and then went straight out of the groove. “He said it would be less insulting if we at least bought an inn for the knights to stay in, or at least materials to build barracks if we didn’t have that.”

“Other than that, you came in for a moment, right? “You looked at me and started yelling at me and then running off to somewhere?”

“I understand that they are currently visiting each barracks one by one. It was the emperor’s order, but in the end, it was a knightly service that started at her request, so it was a noble thing to say thank you. “If we don’t do this, there may be a bad perception of the ‘professor warrior party’ in the imperial social circles.”

“hmm. You put out the emergency fire all by yourself. He’s also capable. “I got into trouble because I was a bit too talented.”

Honestly, it wasn’t a bad choice.

If the battle had lasted just a little longer, it would have been quite difficult on our side, and if that had been the case, the support from that knights would have been like rain in a drought. It’s because Aldrich and Astrad’s awesome combo went so well that it ended in a short battle without any boring magic attacks.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter to the Paladins since they are a group without complaints as long as they provide a place to pray. The problem was that the drivers ran all the way here in the early morning so that their horses were foaming at the mouth, but ended up returning without any specialization.

“There may be a bit of bleeding, but wouldn’t it be okay if we made a small donation to the knights?”

“Otman, if you do that, you’ll be in real trouble. “Are you planning to buy the emperor’s orders with money?”

“Then it was done by order of the emperor, so there’s no need for us to do anything, right?”

“Umm….”

That’s right. Because I’m not from the empire, and I didn’t call you with the promise of compensation in the first place. There is no need to say anything to the professor who is the highest ranking member of the Gwangmyeong Church. At best, the glances of the knights who came running towards us might become a little fierce…

“Because we cannot rule out the possibility of it being used politically.”

“politics? this?”

“yes. You know. A dispute over the right to succeed to the imperial throne. The emperor is now almost 60 years old, so it is a time of intense competition. When those guys who were just looking for an opportunity to set up the other side’s successor hear this, they’ll probably do whatever it takes to punish them, right?”

“For example?”

“Hmm… [By creating a threat to the empire over something that has already been done, precious knight resources were wasted. If they had worked hard to maintain security for the empire at that time, dozens of imperial citizens could have been saved. This is no different from foreigners killing dozens of imperial citizens due to false reports.] [It is equivalent to insulting the emperor because he made the emperor’s orders in vain.]… What, like this?”

“Does that make sense? Unless they are fools, there is no way that anyone would believe such an opinion…”

“The problem is not that we believe it, but that it is possible to create such a frame.”

That’s probably why Lucilla runs around with her eyebrows fluttering, pleasing the knights, and trying to be ‘noble’ and flawless.

To put it bluntly, if this story grows a little bigger and becomes more controversial, the Empire may send out a ban on entering the elven forest.

why?

There is quite a bit of elves involved in the history of the founding of the empire. Since the elven forest is attached to the empire, there are a lot of things involved. Since it is a place where the leaders of two races meet face to face, it is also good for establishing the emperor of the empire.

In fact, even now, when a new emperor ascends to the throne, the leader and elder of the elven forest sends a congratulatory message. In a way, since it is an elven forest with a connection to the emperor’s legitimacy, if a foreigner with a controversy over succession rights tries to enter such a place, they will be blocked. .

‘In the worst case scenario, that Falcatus parasite who has infiltrated even the highest levels of the empire may try to interfere with our path.’

It was something I swallowed inside, not something I would say in public, but anyway.

After hearing my explanation, the group frowned at the situation being more difficult than expected.

“Then what should I do? Of course, I have been greatly indebted to the captain, so I will follow whatever decision he makes. However… since I know that my children are in the empire, I would like to avoid becoming a criminal here as much as possible.”

“know. Even if there are no other issues, the issues related to the battle for the throne are really sensitive, so if you try to force them to go in, they will stick so badly that the way back could end up like a battlefield. I was saying this to cut down on time, but it means I could be completely tied down to the empire. “It can’t happen like that.”

Seueuugh-

At the table full of sighs, Idrasil, who had been quietly taking notes, raised his hand.

“I don’t know much about the complexities of human life, but in the end, I guess it’s just a matter of satisfying the knights out there. “The number is not small, and I heard that the knights are a group of people who tell sagas, so if we take away good memories from here, I think it will put an end to other rumors.”

Munch, gulp!

“That’s correct, Idrasil. “I’ve really learned a lot now.”

Nodding-

Idrasil slightly bows his head, and the professor slams his head on the table.

‘…If you become known as a true saint like this, you will suffer a lot later, but there is no way.’

The professor knew there was no answer and extended his hand to Astrad, who had waited for him until now.

“Now give it to me, that.”

“oh. “Sir, how did you know you came because I had a letter for you?”

“Divine power. “It arrived this morning, right?”

Among the dozens of letters Astrade passed behind his back, the professor threw the letters from the Holy Knights that were close to love into the stove and then picked up the letter that felt the deepest sacred power.

The letter was made with the highest quality letter paper and envelopes, and there were quite a few smudges of ink that did not match its appearance, and the letter had flowed and stuck to the side as if it had not been stamped and dried.

Just looking at the letter, you can see the frantic, hurried movements of the hands, and on top of it was the wing-patterned seal of the Church of Mercy.

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Please, please, I beg you, please stay there without any problems. The Pope of Mercy, I Rotmaly III, and all the faithful of Mercy, beseech thee. Without even the slightest threat. Like a cradle for a sleeping child. Just stay safe, please stay safe there.

We will go to meet him.

Rotmalier Danus Phil III, to a professor of the Church of Light.

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The professor imagined the benevolent Pope of the Order of Mercy throwing away the letter before the wax seal had even dried. It’s roughly around noon now, so it’s time for the ‘Saint’s kidnapping statement’ sent by Aldrich to be delivered to the Church of Mercy through the Marginal Order of Light and the Order of Mercy for an answer.

“All of the Paladins of Mercy are on the front lines, Roderick, so the only people who will come are the old priests or acolyte priests who remain in the temple who are not helpful on the battlefield. “I didn’t know how to ride a horse, so I thought it would come late…”

Sigh-

“…Get out of the way! “We… are over there!”

“As long as this old man becomes a martyr… kill him right now…!”

It seemed like things had calmed down a little, but when a dozen old people were making a fuss in front of the arch gate on the hill, it looked like they had driven their mules like crazy to get there.

“Tsk! “Notum, you took care of the clothes I asked you to keep, right?”

“Gwok. Professors are strange creatures. He takes off his clean clothes and puts on dirty clothes.”

“Because acting is all about the sense of reality. Let’s borrow some size. “Let me change my clothes for a moment.”

“Uh….woouk.”

The professor glanced out the window, then felt that the time had come and changed into the rags full of blood and torn marks.

Aldrich, who now instinctively knew that the professor was planning to do something else, widened the distance, and Ottman picked up one of the grey-brown potions.

“Oh, don’t worry. “This time I can do it alone.”

“I hope so. “I want to die after seeing at least the first spring rain next year.”

“Just tell me and leave. “What are you planning to do this time?”

“It’s a show. “I thought I’d do some theater.”

Patter!

The professor wore rags that showed signs of battle and wore a precious relic around his neck.

There was no way to restart a battle that was already over, and there was no way to compensate for the knights’ wasted efforts.

‘I need to at least fill it up a bit.’

Instead, the professor planned to touch on the romance between knights and their inability to survive.

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fantasy,