Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 232

Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (23)

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What is a priest?

Priests are blind. Faith is born from pure faith excluding logic, and divine power is the crystallization of that collective and upright faith.

What is a wizard?

A wizard is one who understands. They are dreamers who understand the world in their own way, ignore providence, and ultimately try to project the world they accept onto the real world.

So… what is an article?

‘Knights are the opposite of wizards.’

click!

The professor thought as he adjusted his clothes and carefully hung the sacred item around his neck.

A wizard projects what he or she understands based on his or her thoughts, experiences, and life into the world. Therefore, the methods and objects of understanding are very different.

On the other hand, from the article’s perspective, what they explore boils down to exactly one thing.

me. me. The living, breathing self.

To put it simply, they are people who believe more firmly than anyone else that they are the protagonists of this world.

To complete the epic poem ‘My Life’. A being who lives for personal perfection, writing down the tip of his sword as a pen nib, chivalry as ink, and life as a bookshelf. If GG is a storybook, every article is like a separate appendix to that book.

Therefore, they are stubborn, arrogant, unwavering, and free-will bound by their own rules.

These complex yet simple people are called knights….

“okay?”

Idrasil raised his hand as the professor cleared his throat and adjusted his voice.

“….I have a question.”

“Well, okay. ask.”

“Professor, you are the only one who comes forward to talk, so why are you explaining to me?”

“Relax and open your mouth. I just happened to be next to you. But Idrasil, if you put it that way, why did you follow me?”

“I am performing my duty of observation.”

“That’s what Godmother meant… Ugh. Let’s not talk. It’s better. The picture will come out better if you are with a rare elf. “Please just stand next to me when I leave.”

“If you need.”

The reason I’m preparing this damn thing is also due to the characteristics of such knights.

Not a fake knight who was just ordained for the sake of justification, but a real knight who is at least an Auror user. A believer and god who believes in himself within the myth of the self, and a wizard who seeks to perfectly understand the world of himself.

These old brats who believe themselves to be the main characters of the world are very excited about being a part of some big event thanks to their personality traits.

What I’m trying to show you now is that ‘big event’.

Each knight has his or her own chivalry, and accordingly, each has his or her own ideals.

However, both ‘loyal knights’ like Charlotte and socialite ‘saga knights’ have common themes.

The first is the crisis of a delicate young lady, the second is a threat to the lord, and the third is the mythical events surrounding it.

Let’s see. The slender young lady-Lu Sila made her start, so check.

A foreign force threatening the lord? Felix Home, which the Empire announced right away saying, ‘If you attack this, I will kill everyone,’ is shattered right in front of you, so check this out too.

Finally, a mythical event. Hmm… this is very embarrassing, but I think I can do something about it.

The professor hid behind a pillar in the home and took a quick look at the situation outside. Old priests with bloodshot eyes and no intention of leaving before the gatekeeper.

Although they were too old and weak to participate in the crusade that mobilized everything of the Church of Mercy, the look in their eyes was like that of a knight about to face life or death.

Seuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

“good. Hydrasil, how do I look?”

“Hmm… it’s not extremely pretty.”

“….huh?”

“It is a sum of irregularities. The church’s blessed robes were torn at the top and turned into skirts, and the bottoms were completely destroyed below the thighs. “It is full of hardened blood and dirt, so it can hardly be called clothing, and in conclusion, I would conclude that it is not ‘pretty’.”

“Uh… well, okay. thanks.”

“Hehe. “I am a slow learner, but I don’t easily forget what I have learned.”

Idrasil says something incomprehensible with a proud look on his face. Since it’s not important right now, let’s move on. Anyway, it sounds like it’s the statue of a hero who is tired and shows signs of battle.

“good. Follow me closely. Don’t stick too much, and don’t fall too far. “Take a step to the left and a step back.”

good. Everything is ready.

Finally, the professor held the holy relic around his neck in his hand, just as he had when he first placed the saint’s soul in the holy relic. The saint’s soul was gently pushed with magical power.

The magic and repulsive divine power push away the saintess’s soul, and her true body slightly emerges from the relic…

Hwaaaaaaa!

Holy light filled the valley.

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Temporary barracks and knights filled the valley. their seeds.

Lucilla is busy walking around among them.

From the gatekeeper wizard who stubbornly blocked the entrance to the exhausted old priests who pleaded endlessly in front of them.

Hwaaaaaaa!

In an instant, all eyes in the valley flocked to the source of the light as the sacred energy radiated from the groove.

Tangrang!

“Oh… oh oh oh….”

While everyone was dazed by the sacred power, which was so thick that you could taste the scent when you inhaled it.

In that familiar yet benevolent energy that I dare not even dare to mention its name in, the priests of charity realized that the unbelievable news was real. After losing the saint, I felt that the time of repentance that had continued without a single moment of rest was finally over.

Limping. Drunk.

While the priests were torn apart by the joy of being reunited with the saint and the guilt of losing her.

One of the oldest priests began to climb the hill with bruised feet.

‘How many nights did I spend in sadness?’

I am just grateful. He, who was old and had trouble sleeping at night, was able to receive a message from the Pope. The old and weak mule ran as fast as a horse. When the mule finally collapsed from exhaustion, his old body was able to reach this place even while carrying a bundle filled with all the crude relics from the local temple.

and.

“Oooh…. ahhh….”

A saint from a foreign country rescued a saint from the embrace of an evil spirit.

At this moment, not even the gatekeeper could stop him. Bloody old feet, repeatedly blistered and burst during the arduous journey, moved towards the holy light on the melted hill, leaving their mark.

And finally, when he came face to face with the young saint, engulfed in divine radiance.

“Ugh…. Uhhhh….Huhhh…. Uhhhh….”

Giovanni, an old priest, could do nothing but cry, even though he thought of so many thanks and blessings as he came.

In front of the prostrate man, a saint who was even more exhausted and wounded than him knelt.

“Latura. El-Samia.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu itsuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu she its her her her her her her her her her her her or its or her it it it or or it or it or it or it or it or her or it or her or or it or or its or it or it or it it it it it it?

I was prepared for the moment his mouth opened. It was the Gwangmyeong Church that had a falling out with the Church of Mercy due to its discriminatory practices over the past few decades. No matter what you ask me to give you. I was prepared to endure any insulting words or actions.

Praise. El-Samia.

Praise. Lo-haram.

Without saying a word, he closed his eyes in front of the collapsed person and spoke of the goddess of mercy in his warm gesture. The old priest, who had endured many storms and storms alone while guarding a small temple in a remote corner of the village, crumbled as he spoke the name of Gwangmyeong.

“Although I am lacking, I am a professor who carries out my duties as an instrument of light.”

“Huh…. Mercy, bowing down before the name of mercy…. This is an old believer named Giovanni…. I am proud of you, but the one you brought here is indeed…. Truly. …”

In front of the old man who was out of breath and unable to speak, the professor took out a holy relic and lifted up the saint’s soul.

Hwaaaaaaa!

The soul of a saint is fully exposed to the sunlight, radiating its brilliance.

There was no need to explain further. Because tears were flowing endlessly from the eyes of the old man who was facing it.

The soul of a saint waving on the professor’s hand. The old priest stretched out her trembling hand toward it, but could not bring herself to touch it.

“The night… I spent a truly long night full of regrets and apologies… As a believer who could not protect the goddess’ legitimate son… As an incompetent person who could not even participate in the crusade to retrieve her… .. and,”

I’m crying!

“As a priest with an evil spirit who prayed that the saint would not fall into their hands and that she would pass away quickly and painlessly… I offered up an unspeakable, miserable prayer…”

Late morning. I was so shocked by a thought that occurred to me without my knowledge during my penitential prayer. I don’t know what kind of pain the saintess must be suffering under the clutches of the evil spirit.

Recalling the fall of the Gwangmyeong Order that lost a saint 70 years ago, and worrying that mercy might also end in the same way, a thought like ‘I hope at least the saint’s soul comes back intact’ came to mind. Even though I know better than anyone else what it implies. How much the goddess must have hated this old, miserable priest after hearing that prayer.

That sense of guilt further spurred Giovanni on his way to Wuthering Heights. Carrying a lot of heavy temple ware, without even having time to drink a sip of water. So that all the soles of my feet are peeled off and covered in blood.

In front of the saint who returned, Giovanni confessed his evil intentions.

“I… am not qualified to serve the saint… I prayed for her to die, so isn’t this no different from the devil counting the souls of the living on a scale? This old man is not worthy of knowing Him. “There isn’t one… Ugh!”

Bang, bang! visor!

As he fell down and cried, the bundle he was barely carrying on his back came loose and the things inside poured out. A brass bowl of holy water placed in front of the icon, a small candlestick with a wing pattern, a rough wooden icon carved by hand, and even a hand-stained scripture of mercy…

All items considered sacred must have been brought from the small temple. Since he only announced that he had rescued the soul of a saint, he was trying to prepare an object that was at least worthy of containing her sainthood.

Among the piles of luggage, the professor picked up a long metal rod that he just needed. An object used to light a fire at the end of a long candlestick. At first glance, it looked similar to the Holy Rod that the archbishop uses for ceremonies, as it has a spherical part that can be opened and closed by inserting a small candle into the end of the metal rod.

“Raise your head, Giovanni.”

“No, I… I…!”

“Since you are facing the saint, please ask her. Indeed, if she had confessed her sins to Him, what would the Saint have said?”

On the hill filled with divine power, the saint’s tired and broken voice rang out quietly.

“I wonder if he blamed you for dying like this because you prayed for him to die?”

“no….”

“then. Since we cannot allow someone who practices such blasphemous prayers to touch the Eucharist, did he raise his voice to call in the appropriate archbishop and the head of the Holy Knights?”

“No, that kind of person, absolutely that kind of person….”

“then. Please teach me for those who don’t know. If the saint had placed you like this in front of you. “What would you have said?”

Giovanni raised his head at the sound of her low, heart-rending voice and faced the saint’s soul with tearful eyes. Even though she lost her physical body, she still looked the same as she did 35 years ago. The warm, mother-like kindness that held the hand of a young man who was struggling to open his mouth like now. If it’s him. If you are a saint, you can face this old and evil priest…

“Smile…I guess you will. Just say nothing. “Hold this old man’s hand and smile with that kind smile… Ahhh, El-Samiah…”

“You already know the answer. Now, the person to entrust the saintess to has been decided. With the weakest and oldest body. “The old priest who came to visit her saint faster than anyone else.”

The professor handed the light of Nelphia containing the saint to his trembling old hands.

hug-

Looks like big soap bubbles are seeping in. The divine spirit that illuminated her son-in-law gently flows into him. The old priest, realizing that the saint was in his hands, had no choice but to cry once again.

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Before we knew it, the knights had come out of the barracks and were looking up the hill. The kidnapping of the Virgin of Mercy marked the beginning of the war in the East.

Now, six months later, it was the moment when Saint Eleanor, the Virgin of Mercy, returned to the arms of the church, to the arms of an old priest who burst into tears of joy and atonement.

The image of a hero rescuing a saint after an epic battle with an evil spirit and returning her to the hands of an old priest.

Goddess of evil and mercy. saint and saint. A warrior and an old priest. A story involving an elf and a suitor from Teldrat.

The knights realized that they had witnessed a scene from a legend, a scene from a story that bards would sing at the top of their voices for the next 100 years.

Cheaeng!

One of the young knights, who could not bear the surge of emotion, drew his sword under the slowly fading holy light.

“Daflin Selmeyer, the third son of the Selmeyer family, swears! I swear by my chivalry to protect the weak, enhance my honor as a noble, and sacrifice my sword for the empire! “I swear to protect that old priest and saint until they return to the arms of the church!”

‘….come!’

Contrary to his clenched fists, the professor’s half-glazed eyes and demeanor were extremely calm and serene.

“Knight Daphlin Selmeyer.”

“yep!”

“Please come forward.”

At the sound of a low voice echoing through the valley, a young knight stepped forward through the crowd of excited knights.

“I add weight to the knight’s oath, even though only my soul remains, in front of the Virgin of Mercy. “You will really have to swear that you will carry out that oath.”

“Without a single lie! Although I have only declared my duty as a knight for 10 of the 22 years I have lived, I have never taken its weight lightly!”

“According to the doctrine of light, I will give you three chances. The saint has lost her body, and all the evil in the world will aim at her to sever the link between God and humans. If you think it’s a risky thing to rush into with your youthful spirit, stop now. As a saint, I must pursue another evil, so should I entrust that duty to someone? I have no intention of increasing sacrifice by imposing heavy obligations on those who are in need. Last question. Really, will she faithfully serve the saint until he falls into her arms of mercy?”

Slam!

Instead of answering, the knight placed the sword on the ground and knelt down on one knee.

“….great. Well then, in the name of the Professor, the instrument of Ro-Haram and his saint. “I hereby declare that you, Daphlin Selmeyer, have taken up your duties as the ‘Saint’s Guardian.’”

The professor lifted the metal baton he had prepared in advance and tapped the kneeling knight on the shoulder as if he were being appointed.

While the young knight carrying the great name of [Saint Guardian] trembled with emotion, the low voice of a saint continued above his head.

“Although it is difficult to practice ‘alone’! dangerous! Although it is a mission, I entrust it to you with trust in your shining courage and chivalry. Daphlin Selmeyer, light and mercy will surely remember his name. We ask that all the drivers gathered here become ‘witnesses’ and ‘eyewitnesses’ of this event. I hope all goes well for the aging priest and the saint who has finally returned to us. Ratura, Ro-Haram.”

Every time a low, cracked voice emphasized a few words, displeased coughing was heard from among the knights. You must have a stomach ache. In a scene that is nothing short of a legend itself, someone becomes a part of the legend and is even given an informal ordination, which means they are asked to become a witness, an eyewitness, or a bridesmaid.

Amid the clearing of the throat, which was slowly becoming more intense, several of the knights who appeared to be acting as leaders stepped forward.

“for a moment. “I would like to make a suggestion to the saint.”

“If it’s a suggestion. “What are you talking about?”

“My thoughts are also like those of a saint. It seems like a very heavy and important duty for one young knight to take on. “She is a saint who miraculously returned to humankind, so shouldn’t she be lost again?”

“That’s my opinion too! “The men of the Calmain family have never raised cowards who turn away from their noble duties!”

Clap, clap!

visor! Whip!

At the same time as the leader drew his sword, the city knights behind him raised their swords towards the sky.

‘The most stubborn idiots in the world. This is really decided right here.’

A knight kneeling in divine splendor. chivalry. sanctity. A saint of suitable rank to appoint it.

Now that all the material that could provoke the knights has been released, the knights behind them must have been anxious to get involved. I was just waiting because I had the decency to step forward one step too late.

However, now that the ordination was about to end, the knights behind him begged to do something, and in the end, the leader knights were also swept up in the atmosphere and swore an oath.

“….great. “At this moment, I proclaim that all the knights gathered here have taken on the duty of [Saint Guardian].”

That day, under the sunny noon sun. A saint who announces a journey that marks the saint’s last and new beginning amidst the full of divine power.

‘…I have confirmed that he is a great warrior, but there is also no doubt that he is a priest who truly serves God. Perhaps, God’s will has truly come to the Gwangmyeong Church, which has become tainted by the secular world…’

‘I will remember this day. We ignored each other for a long time because we didn’t agree, but I will never forget Gwangmyeong’s mercy that extended his hand at the most important moment. ‘Ro Haram, saintly professor…!’

Seeing a scene in which no one can deny that he is a saint.

The [Saint Guardian Knights], appointed by the saint, departed for the headquarters of the Church of Mercy, west of Roderick.

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“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Wow, it’s my neck. “I’ve been holding my head up so hard, my neck hurts and I’m dying.”

“Uh oh….”

“Ah, Lucilla! Good job! Since you did all the chores for me, I was able to skip the step of pleasing the kids! “Thank you!”

“Uh oh…. Teacher?”

“Uh, why?”

“Now… you have formed a group of knights from the Empire… that carry out the mission of the church and sent them?”

“yes.”

Hwa-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dak-

Wow!

“yes? Right~?! How dangerous that is! I know it’s complicated! You’re a knight of the empire! Knight of the Empire! The emperor’s vassal! Such people, no matter how much they put the name of the church first! If you send those idiots away like that, it’s no different than violating the empire’s military authority! “How hard I worked to maintain good relations with the empire!”

Lucilla runs up to the subject with an exhausted face and screams. I grabbed her back and placed it on Idrasil’s back, then held out her hand to relieve her stiff neck.

“Surely I didn’t calculate that too? are you okay. Nothing special happens.”

“It’s happening! “That’s a huge deal!”

“It won’t happen! That’s why I said it in front of them on purpose! ‘Light and mercy will not forget this.’”

Lucilla’s face filled with anger, but calculation gradually settles down.

“Ummmm….”

“Why, you still don’t understand?”

“Well… it seems like a story related to compensation…”

hmm. I thought you would know that this kind of person is an extraordinary person. Maybe it’s because I’m not familiar with the characteristics of the empire.

“He’s a knight commander. “Even though the knights are all idiots, stubborn, and single-minded, they still have to use their brains to become leaders.”

“yes.”

“The Empire is a place where anyone can convey information in one day, no matter how long it takes. yes? As soon as he leaves, he will send a letter to his family. [I have been able to perform such an honorable duty. [It was appointed directly by the saint of the church.] Anyone with a bit of brains would say this. [I swore in the name of the family and the knights, and the saint himself said with his own mouth that both churches would remember this incident.]”

“ah….!”

Lucilla looked like she finally understood something.

It was no exaggeration to say that the empire was a special country that had become a semi-information society. A country where anyone can share their news within a day. As such a lifestyle has continued for nearly 100 years, the authority of field commanders is bound to be more flexible than in other countries. Unlike other countries where it takes more than a week to report on preemptive measures by horseback, they are delivered within a few hours to a day, no matter where you are.

He said he was swayed by the atmosphere, but the knight commander made his own calculations and realized that this was a good, or rather very attractive, job and accepted the duty.

They say it was an order from the emperor, but the fact that they departed as soon as the order was given means that they were surplus troops who had nothing to do nearby. Those guys ended up doing official missions for the church that were intertwined with the soul of a saint, and the saint himself even promised compensation.

“And it won’t be as much of a problem as you think, right? The traveling knights are essentially knights who travel around, and the seed knights are young knights who travel around to gain experience, so it couldn’t be better than this. Knights from nearby families were also waiting for an opportunity to participate in such an important matter, as the area around Wuthering Heights was the outskirts of the outskirts.”

“Well, then, knights going abroad without the emperor’s orders…”

“That doesn’t happen. “Right now, merciless knights are running from the Western Front to where the saint is, destroying everything in sight.”

“Remuneration! In fact, we have never discussed things like conservatism with the denomination! “It is an Order of Mercy whose religious power has already weakened due to the war, but now that we have received the Holy Spirit, if we wash our mouths-”

“Those innocent priests of mercy must be like that. So you sent it along with my sacred relic. In fact, I could have given the saint’s soul among the items brought by the priest, who I think was Giovanni.”

The soul of the Virgin of Mercy contained in the sacred relics of the Church of Gwangmyeong. This is very symbolic. Most likely, after transferring the soul to the Holy Ark, the remaining holy relics will be returned to the Light. If you have a conscience, or even if you don’t have a conscience, if you don’t want to see the reputation of the church fall to the bottom, you will send a lot of tokens of gratitude along with the holy relics. What about the rest? Since I earned something, it would be okay to ask them to at least provide compensation to the knights.

“Then… is there really no problem?”

“Uh… I ended up acting like the saint who saved the saint after a fierce battle with a face full of praise. “Other than that, there’s really no problem.”

“Huh, huh.”

At my words, Lucilla fell limp from Idrasil’s back.

“I thought I was going to be buried in social circles because of my bad luck….”

“Hehehe. Good job. Thanks to you, I got rid of one more headache. Let’s rest well and prepare for our next schedule.”

“Uuuuu…. What are we doing again?”

“then. “Now, I have to leave here.”

Stroking Lucilla’s limp head, the professor turned toward Home.

I was so scared when I came here, but when I actually experienced it, it wasn’t that scary. It’s the home of the wind wizards.

It was really time to leave Wuthering Heights.

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fantasy,