Chapter. 14. One Empire, Three Legends (14)
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Ancaletto, the bishop of Haunuman Diocese, was a devout believer of Ro Haram who had no doubts about his faith. However, after living as a member of the church for 56 years since he was nine years old, he learned that sometimes there are things that cannot be solved through the will of light alone. .
‘The gardener cuts off twigs for the tree, but the good will and understanding contained in those touches cannot be accompanied by the tree’s screams.’
So when he was secretly contacted by Archbishop Norman, he accepted the noble burden without a moment of hesitation. Supporting the light in the shadow of the denomination. Because of that, he was able to readily accept requests from saints that he could not understand.
“Don’t get involved in what happens inside those walls. When the trolls and warlocks come, open the way… Is that what I understood correctly?”
“yes. I will deal with the evil spirit’s lord alone. As you know, blood stained with evil is so contagious that just one drop can corrupt an ordinary person. We hope that the priests and paladins of the church will protect and guide the good people of Roharam so that they do not suffer harm in the upcoming battle. “Those two people… are called because they have separate uses.”
The Marquis of Wildeland and the Empire. 2 The Prince and the Arena. It was a request that was difficult to understand even for a bishop who knew the inside story.
If there is a religious cult, it is right to burn it down to its roots, and even if there are some inevitable casualties in the process, isn’t it all for the glory of light? In addition, the Marquis was the subject of Haunuman’s most careful observation, and although it was clear that he had indulged in evil deeds, there was not even the slightest trace of him becoming a member of the church. How can the Son firmly assert that?
Questions grew in his brilliant mind, but the bishop dismissed them all with a short prayer.
“Latura. I reach out my hand to you, and follow my will. “If that is what it means, then it must be so.”
Faith is not the realm of logic. As long as the Son’s will was closer to His will than his little questions, he could only follow.
“Please go, saint. “We will take care of the rest.”
“Latura.”
“Latura, lo haram.”
Feeling that he was fully prepared, the professor looked around his huge home, which was built almost like a castle, in the marquis’s domain.
As befits the person who initiated the attack, he prepared for battle by bringing not only the security forces but also all the troops in his territory into the strong fortress.
‘I guess I was just planning on holding on and not winning. The news that the church attacked the imperial nobles is enough as an excuse for the troops from the nearby Haunuman territory to come rushing here.’
So, he would have been stuck like a turtle like that. At the hands of the swarming fanatics, the civilians who know nothing, among them the overwhelming proportion of foreign races, will be wiped out, and the church will come under pressure from the empire, and at the same time, the intention of its policy of friendly toward foreign races will be questioned.
In the end, it’s a battle that only needs to last a few hours until help arrives. A perfect plan, both justified and practical, is on Vildeland’s side…
It would have been….
Before I was labeled a ‘heretic’, I had never even thought about it in my life.
“Hmm, hum, hum,” says Haram. “Heresy will be purified by fire.”
The priests and paladins who came running one after another surrounded the Marquis of Vildeland’s territory, a wide area that was 1/8 of the city, and contrary to their thoughts, the paladins who received the saint’s will led the confused citizens out of the marquis’ territory. While doing it.
The saint who broke through the border alone headed towards the marquis’ castle, humming.
The back disappears from the bishop’s field of vision, and the paladins’ tension grows as they hear a small commotion coming from the marquis’ castle.
Kwaaaaang!
『Kwooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!』
The paladins’ toes were shaking at the sight of the huge dark red monster that appeared by destroying the roof of the castle and the strong figure of the saint swinging his iron fist at it.
“Don’t act rashly! Not a drop of blood or a broken piece of house should be allowed to cross this border! Don’t waste your time looking at even small pieces of stone and purify them immediately! “The opponent is the one who inherited the blood of the evil god the most, the queen’s great warrior, ‘Red Mute’!”
The paladins, who were slowly moving forward, stopped at the bishop’s stern voice. The bishop, who saw the eerie sword sounds of the imperial knights mixed in with the harsh battle cries and the sound of buildings collapsing, and the tips of their swords aimed at the saint who was fighting the monster ‘as one body’, was convinced that the saint’s words were right this time too. .
‘The Marquis of Wildeland and the knights from the empire have already become theirs! ‘Ro Haram, please give me grace…. Please give me the strength to overcome this ordeal!’
He wanted to run out and help right away, but the saint’s warning not to come inside at all costs stopped him.
『Kaaaaa!!!! It is said that I am a child of light! You, who have no one but a father, are witnesses to Loharam’s affair with a prostitute!』
Ouch!
“It’s absolutely miserable… It’s a voice that sounds like it came from hell…”
The siege came one step closer to the sight of the monster uttering blasphemy that had never been imagined, but the paladins who managed to overcome it with the light of faith began to thoroughly carry out their assigned mission.
The screams of the monster, the voice of the saint, and the sounds of destruction created by the imperial knights following him cover all nearby areas, while the different races saved by the priests express their gratitude.
The castle of the Marquis of Wildeland, caught in the decisive battle between the powerful, was collapsing miserably.
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“That guy, there’s no one who can match his knack for messing around. “I bet on this old soul.”
“Geuuu. There is a lot of dust. “It hurts my eyes.”
“That… is ‘that’, right? Professor, that guy who is said to be attached to your soul?”
“right. I also saw the ghost old man teacher with me. Hyde’s arm protrudes from the professor’s body. Hyde face.”
“No, I saw that. “I never thought it would stick out like that…”
“Gwok. Master is stupid. Every time he imagines something in his head, he is surprised. “Professors don’t imagine things.”
“okay. “That guy’s crazy behavior is not something that a sane person like me can follow.”
Aldrich and Notum come up from the slums. Thanks to the professor, who was so apt to say, “Gyeongcheondongji (驚天動地),” the entire castle wall collapsed, so it wasn’t difficult to get inside.
There was dust everywhere, and the confused soldiers did not see the two people who had used the recognition-impairing spell.
“Tsk. It will be broken in moderation. “The stairs were all destroyed.”
Aldrich grumbled and opened his soul jar. Souls collected from the slums. Thanks to Notum, who is unrivaled in hearing the sound of souls, even the thin and feeble sobs of souls were distinguished and the soul was barely found in time.
The soul released from his grasp hovered around vaguely for a moment and then began to fly towards the collapsing basement of the Marquis.
『Kaaaaaa!』
Wow-
Whoosh!
A monster… With Hyde’s smoke coming out of the professor’s body, the ground shakes and the half-ruined Marquis’ castle shakes precariously.
“found! “This must be the safe!”
The soul found in the slums, the vengeful spirit of a gladiator who was slaughtered by a beast in the arena, was hovering around a large metal box buried in a pile of buildings.
The vengeful spirit of someone who was bound by a contract and driven to the amphitheater until death.
Naturally, the ghost was bound to be deeply impressed by the contract itself. Aldrich found the vengeful spirit and gave him strength, and the vengeful spirit flew in to find the contract he had thought about with so much regret and resentment during his lifetime.
“Notum. “Can you feel it?”
“Geuwooum. A huge number of ghosts. “I would believe it even if it were a place where the entire village was burned down and buried alive.”
“okay. The weak ghosts stayed where the corpse was abandoned, but the strong ones were already clinging to the contract that bound their lives. “It’s pitiful…”
The owner of the box must have known this to some extent, and in this room, which was less collapsed than other places, there was a large tapestry with a prayer from the Order of Courage written on it and several holy relics.
While Aldrich looked around the room filled with vengeful spirits and relics with sad eyes, a loud noise came from above and footsteps approached where they were.
“Cluck cluck! This… How on earth did this happen? What a heresy! “What is that monster and what is this saint?”
“Evacuate first…! “It won’t be long before the castle falls!”
“Noisy! Even if the castle falls, you will die, but you will die even if you don’t take care of what’s inside! If the Marquis hears that his funds were buried under the castle and handed over to the Gwangmyeong Church on suspicion of heresy, do you think he will just leave it alone? Not only I, but my parents, brothers, and relatives will all be hanged! Not to mention your family whom the Marquis sent to protect me!”
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The Marquis’s butler, Valtrand, only had the thought in his head that he was on the wrong ship. He failed, the 2nd Prince is a man who is far from forgiveness, and the underworld is a place where you get the price one way or another.
Fortunately, as I was dealing with dirty people, I had a lot of weaknesses and excuses. It’s a safe that is strictly locked with magic. As long as you take what’s inside and leave, saving your life won’t be a problem.
A specially sturdy warehouse to protect the marquis’ wealth and corruption. The butler’s face was about to brighten at the sight of it being half-collapsed but still intact.
“What, what! “Who are you guys?”
“as you see. They’re warlocks and trolls. You’ve arrived at the right time. “I was worried because it wasn’t opening properly.”
An embarrassed voice came out of the Marquis’ mouth at the sight of the guest who came first.
“It looks like you spent quite a bit of money. I am a magician who specializes in one area, and my students are far from magic such as seals or barriers. I just happened to need help, and they came first. I was worried because it wasn’t the Marquis, but fortunately, it looks like you were also deeply involved. “When I see vengeful spirits running wild like this.”
An old man covered in black robes and a stupid-looking troll. The butler, who realized the situation with his hand tapping on the safe, frowned, but then responded in a mocking tone.
“…Were they people who took advantage of the confusion and came to rob the warehouse? They are like dirty petty thieves. Do you think fools like you could have robbed the Marquis’ treasury? Am I helping you guys because I’m crazy? It’s amazing. Galmar! Kill them! “They are the ones who ended up in the Marquis’ treasury anyway!”
The Marquis’ spirit revived, perhaps thanks to the confidence in the seal of the box and the skills of the guard knights. Seeing this, Aldrich pushed Notum back with a wave of his hand and stepped forward.
“I think there was some misunderstanding. “I said I needed your help, but I never specifically asked for it.”
The knight with his sword drawn was slowly closing the distance, but Aldrich did not even look at him and turned towards the box containing the contract.
Click!
Aldrich’s Soul Jar. The locket containing the photo opened, and his wrinkled hand gently swept the box.
“Crime and Punishment. The problem was that this box was full of punishment, but there were no criminals. Fortunately, the two came together.”
The soul mage’s power flows into the box following his touch.
Aldrich smiled slightly as he looked at the box that was shaking with a loud noise as if it was about to break.
“Deacon… Deacon Baltrand. Was it a name like this? Yes, I guess I’m ready to pay the price by licking the marquis’ backside and enriching my belly with the blood and tears of countless people.”
….Pagak!
『Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!』
The hinges of the box, which was trembling dangerously as if it were swelling inside, burst open, and the freed spirits began to fill the Marquis’ warehouse.
The basement of the building, which was shaking as if it was about to collapse, was filled with the sound of wails, and both the butler and the guard knight screamed and stepped back at the face of the soul passing before their eyes. These were all the faces of those who had squeezed the death out of their hands and ears.
“[Take a breath. Even the last scream passed in vain. A fragment of a life that did not fulfill its purpose. Now, it is time for the last breath that was left unfinished.]”
In the middle of that magical storm, Aldrich’s spell began to intertwine and bring them together.”
“Notum. “Get what’s inside and head to the Colosseum.”
“…Master. “Weren’t we going together?”
As the troll who was watching the scene from behind carefully picked up the old contracts, Nell appeared and Aldrich, entangled in the evil spirit that was as entangled as her dress, laughed bitterly.
“If we leave this many evil spirits alone, something big will happen. “This little solution… will help to some extent.”
“…Gwok.”
The gnome seemed to understand, holding the contracts in his hands and escaping through the collapsed wall.
After Notum leaves, only the two trembling criminals against the wall, the warlock, and the evil spirit of a girl as pale as a corpse remain in the basement.
[….]
The girl with a howling evil spirit in her sharp fingernails looked down at Aldrich as if asking for permission. Aldrich sighed, turned around, and walked towards the altar where the icons were gathered.
“…Please close your eyes for a moment.”
Sweet.
And, the brightly shining portrait of the God of Courage was turned over.
Pakak!
Pakak! Pakak! Pakak! Pakak! Pakak! Pakak!
As a signal, the glowing icons, prayers, and all kinds of sacred objects began to explode one by one, and darkness descended on the basement.
The warlock left that figure behind and walked out of the building, coughing in the thick dust.
“Oh, no! Oh, don’t come!”
“Aaaah!”
The neck of the last icon was broken, and the girl’s shrill laughter and the death of the two criminals rang out in the completely dark basement.
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About an hour after the finals start.
Obtain Haunuman Colosseum’s unfair slave contract.
The intervention of the Marquis de Villeland, blockade of the source.
Wow!
“Keuuuuu….! why! Why don’t you understand us! “Why do you stop us from reclaiming our freedom with our own hands like you did?”
“You… don’t know! “You’re just blinded by the mirage-like goal and can’t see a single inch ahead!”
“Get out of the way, Benard Fang!”
“I won’t ask you to understand!”
Kagagak!
“-Waaaaaaaaaa!!!!”
Finals, in progress.
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