[EP.211] Asking a Frog a favor
As he walked behind Tersada, Krashu looked outside the main temple.
It was already mid-September.
While Raheln Academy was busy with second-generation students trying to join the student body, the Great Hall was also quite busy.
The day will soon be when the festival of the gods will be held.
Naturally, the priests and priests who had to prepare for the festival were extremely busy.
“It’s quite noisy because of preparations for the festival, right?”
Tersada spoke with a gentle smile still on her face.
The sight of him walking with his back turned, wearing a high priest’s uniform with gold embroidery on a white background, was very elegant.
“It goes without saying that we are busy preparing for the festival.”
And Crasch accepted his words without difficulty.
Tersada gave Crashu a look of surprise that was not visible to him.
Krasch is at most 15 years old.
It was surprising that at such an age, he showed off the ease of an adult, starting with etiquette.
You might feel nervous if you talk to Cheonhasipgang.
‘It’s definitely different. ‘Is this it?’
There is bound to be at least one ear in every corner of the world.
And through those ears, the thing I heard the most recently was none other than Krasch.
Young hero, next-generation star, Valheim’s youngest child.
Krashu, who has been given numerous qualifiers, has repeatedly accomplished things that surprise not only Raheln Academy but the entire world.
Is that why?
The energy flowing from him was also quite unusual.
‘A strangely transparent aura.’
An intangible energy that even Tersada could not understand was flowing from Krashu.
And the size of the energy was so enormous that it was difficult to gauge with the naked eye.
‘The young hero is different from the very beginning.’
Indeed, this one seems to be coveted quite a bit here and there.
‘Even if I can’t do this, I’ll be one of the top 10 in the world by the time I turn 20.’
When that time comes, Tersada will become a person that even people would not be comfortable calling out.
So Tersada concluded:
Freeman, which will change in the future, needs a new young hero.
A religious hero who wrote Valheim and all that.
Tersada’s steps suddenly stopped.
The place he stopped was a garden with few people.
The garden was extremely neat.
It was like a space filled with divine power.
Originally, it was a garden where the current Pope often stopped by to rest.
Since the current Pope became older and had difficulty walking on his own feet, it was also a place where priests sometimes came to have private conversations.
“I guess it’s okay since there are no ears to hear here.”
Tersada smelled the fresh flower petals and looked back at Krashu.
I could feel a clear spirit in Crasch’s eyes as he looked directly at me.
“First of all, I would like to express my sincere gratitude once again regarding my daughter.”
“I just did what I had to do.”
“Everyone can say that. But there are many more people in the world who cannot accomplish such tasks.”
It was quite a meaningful statement.
“And Mr. Crashu is someone who can get the job done.”
He walked leisurely, pulled out a chair in the center of the garden, and sat down.
Tersada motioned as Krashu also sat down on the chair across from him.
Then, a butterfly filled with light flew from the garden.
The butterfly seemed to be very familiar and poured tea into Tersada’s teacup.
It was a butterfly created with divine power.
“Do you have something to entrust to me?”
The moment Crashu asked quickly, Tersada slowly opened her eyes.
Because he also liked people who were quick-witted.
“Yes, since you came with the saint, I think you must have heard about it through the saint. “Currently, the Holy Royal Family Freeman is quite corrupt internally.”
And surprisingly, Tersada came out really straightforward.
“Crash, do you know about the process by which a saint is created?”
Krasch raised his eyes.
Tersada this man.
I knew before his regression that he was a person who acted without hesitation, but he was more behind than I thought.
As for Freeman, he casually reveals to an outsider something that must be kept secret.
I’m not crazy.
“… … Is that something you can tell me, as someone from Valheim?”
“haha.”
Tersada looked at Krashu and smiled briefly.
“Isn’t this a matter that the saint directly negotiated with the Holy Royal Family? And I know that the saint who suddenly made such a remark and Mr. Krasch had met before.”
I approached it knowing everything.
“I also have ears.”
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Crashu looked at Tersada’s curved eyes with disapproval.
“You seem worried about what I might suggest.”
“Well, I’m worried if you say something like that out loud.”
“Haha, you don’t have to worry too much.”
Tersada waved her hand and took a sip from her teacup.
“I just want you to accept the Holy Sword, one of the ten great heavenly swords.”
And, sure enough, an outrageous proposal came.
One of the ten heavenly swords, the Holy Sword.
There are many legends about the holy sword that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Kingdom of Freeman.
The person who holds the holy sword will save the world, or something like that.
These are the old legends that are commonly attached.
The problem is that it is such an old-fashioned legend.
The image that people see is more powerful than you think.
‘Because it’s actually the sword Arthur used.’
Before returning, Arthur used a holy sword.
Because it was the most powerful tool that people could use as the first image they saw.
Krasch’s eyes became subtle.
That’s right, he was offered the sword that Arthur used this time.
The Holy Sword has quite a variety of values.
Starting with the abilities of the holy sword itself.
Maybe it could be an opportunity to bring out the Red Witch Adela.
Of course, Adela is hoping that the Arthur she remembers will return completely.
‘The problem now is.’
Krashu looked at Tersada.
‘Intention to hand over the holy sword.’
Krasch already knew that Tersada valued him highly.
That’s right, even now, the power of world erosion is being deliberately replaced by aura through the Four Seasons.
That was the reason why Crashu’s appearance to Tersada seemed particularly unique.
‘I understand that you used me like a hero to ask about Mirei.’
Freeman presented himself as a great hero.
I knew very well that it was for political reasons as well as to put spit on myself, who was emerging as a god.
But that is not a reason to hand over the holy sword.
“You want something from me.”
Another reason for giving away the holy sword.
Crashu noticed that it was there and looked at Tersada.
Tersada, who made eye contact with Krasch, tilted her teacup once more.
The action was an attempt to make the other person nervous by deliberately not giving the answer right away and delaying the answer.
‘To act like a snarky snake.’
However, it was probably a good move for Krasch, who was accustomed to this type of thing.
“Mr. Crashu is a smarter person than his peers, so I don’t think he will misinterpret what I say and listen to him.”
Tersada put down the teacup and smiled slowly and kindly again.
“I plan to bring out the existence of a saint created by the Holy Royal Family.”
Crashu stared at Tersada without any emotion.
“The saint is like a disgrace to the sacred royal family.
It is a being that has been passed down hereditary solely for its symbolism. Of course, the saint’s heart and strength are highly regarded.
But the other day, I saw a saint who had exhausted all her strength and was abandoned.”
A fake saint who caused a stir in Freeman for a while.
Such a fake saint was a saint from the past that the opposition deliberately escaped.
As a result of her activities as a saint for a long time after she became immortal due to the divine power in her body.
She was mentally broken, had all her divine power drained from her, and was left behind.
Naturally, Tersada would also have seen such a former saint.
“On the outside, it seemed like the previous saint had fulfilled her purpose and had been called to heaven.”
However, in reality, it was only used for Freeman’s symbolism until the end and then discarded.
“I think such vices must end.”
Crasch also agreed with that.
“And the owner of the holy sword is the perfect person to eliminate such a saintly woman’s evil habits. A new hero who discovers the evil habits of the saint, cannot tolerate injustice, and cuts off the evil habits of the saint.”
Tersada’s smile was clearly benevolent.
However, the laughter was now a mixture of hundreds of snakes.
From the moment Krasch saved his daughter.
The whole reason Krasch was portrayed as a hero was because of this plan.
That was the reason why he called Krashu to the festival of the gods through Astria.
Perhaps Astria had invited someone to strangle her.
“Isn’t this the most fitting appearance for the hero that Freeman presents this time?”
As mentioned before, Crashu also agreed to eliminate the saint’s evil habits.
Because a saint is nothing more than a combination of divine power created by humans.
However, there was one unresolved problem.
“What do you plan to do, Saint Astria?”
Who is the current saint?
It was none other than Astria.
Crashu was of no concern to the other saints.
Because he was trying to prevent the destruction of the world, he was not a good man and hero who protects everyone.
All Krasch wants is to protect his people.
Such now.
To Krasch, Astria was someone he could never lose.
From the relationship from the previous episode to today.
Astria was one of the most important people to Krasch.
Astria’s life is shattered the moment a saint’s habit is designated as evil.
No matter how much she wants to escape the cage of being a saint.
Because she ultimately lived as a saint.
That was the outcome Krasch least wanted.
“It seems like Crashu has a close relationship with Astria.”
“Yes, that’s because I am a classmate from the second generation. “I’ve received a lot of help, so it’s only natural.”
But Krasch didn’t show any of that.
This is because he knew very well that this could actually serve as a weakness for him to exploit.
“And I also know that Saint Astria truly saved many people with just good intentions. “I think this is something Tersada knows well.”
“Yes, I don’t deny that.”
No matter how bad the saint’s habits may be, Astria’s good deeds are true.
[The snakes are fighting fiercely among themselves. Didn’t your eyes hurt? ]
As they said, the two people continued to ponder each other’s intentions in a conversation that lasted at most a few minutes.
“So let’s go back to the first question.”
Krasch pushed the teacup aside, which he had never touched.
“What do you plan to do, Saint Astria?”
It was a direct message to stop talking back.
“I will strip you of your title as a saint.”
Tersada accepted that meaning and spoke precisely.
“And I would like to leave that to Mr. Crashu, the hero who will bear the Holy Sword.”
This was some kind of trade offer.
Tersada and the opposition intend to strip her of her title as a saint, no matter the consequences.
That thought will not change no matter what happens.
In a religious revolution, there is nothing that can make a bigger name than the removal of a saint from her position.
So that’s what he suggested.
I will leave the treatment of the dethroned saint to Krashu.
He wants me to act as a puppet for the hero who holds the holy sword.
If that happens, at least it will be Krashu’s job to protect Astria.
“Give me time to think.”
Krasch got up from his seat.
“Yes, just by midnight today, please.”
Tersada did not catch him like that.
It was because I knew he would respond in the near future anyway.
In his coy smile.
Krasch left the garden.
Tersada did not know that a faint spark of resistance like a tree frog had risen within him.
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