I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 376

Natida entered the depths of the snowy mountain, and Lark followed her, half-confident.

‘Even when the knights searched, they couldn’t find a single trace?’

When Belnoa and Chloe came to the north, the two of them searched the snowy mountains with the knight like catching rats. However, in the end, they were unable to catch the whereabouts of the magical beast that left strange traces. It was the same for warriors as well.

It was correct to assume that there were no traces left on this snowy mountain, as the warriors who grew up in the north and roamed the snowy mountain as if it were their own front yard could not be found.

However, there was no hesitation in Natida’s steps as she walked ahead. She was walking with confidence that where she was heading, there was something there. As Rak glanced at Natida’s back with her questioning gaze, Natida smiled and opened her mouth.

“If blood-soaked clothes bother you, you don’t have to glare at me like that. “I’m fine.”

She said, tilting her head.

“Is this still a saint? The sacred art I use is somewhat hard on the body, but I use it because it helps me recover. “You don’t have to worry that much.”

“···yes?”

“yes?”

Lark blinked.

At the same time, Natida also blinked. Lark thought. It seems that the saint in front of me has completely misunderstood this.

“I don’t really care about clothes.”

Lark can’t speak back.

Lark spoke bluntly.

“Since you are moving with confidence, I thought about what might lie in this direction.”

Lark nodded as if to say, “That’s it.” There was not an ounce of falsehood in Lark’s expression as he said that.

“Uh… really?”

“yes.”

“Your clothes are covered in blood… but you don’t care?”

“Isn’t this a common thing when you train your body?”

Lark rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Lark smiled, showing his teeth while pointing at the scar on his forearm. As if she was proud.

“Wounds and scars are the pride of a warrior.”

“Ah, yes…”

Natida made a shocked expression.

When she realized that she had made a mistake, she scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment and started walking again. After walking like that for a while, Natida stopped in front of a cliff.

A steep cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff, corpses of dead animals could be seen sparsely. Natida, who was looking at it, pointed to a certain wall of the cliff.

“There it is.”

Lark narrowed his eyes.

In the direction Natida pointed, a part of the cliff was strangely protruding. As if the entrance had been blocked with a stone. It was a trace that could not be recognized unless you knew and looked at it.

“···How do I do this?”

“There is a way.”

Natida shrugged her shoulders and gestured.

“let’s go. “It looks like there is a trace left there.”

But, Natida was muttering about how to get through this and was taking out a rope or something from her robe.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

Rak lifted Natida with one hand.

Natida, who was embarrassed, could barely say “uh-uh” for a moment, and then Lark put Natida around his shoulder. Natida’s eyes, which had been excited for a moment, instantly turned cold.

“···Confucius?”

“yes?”

“Usually at times like this, don’t you hold me in a different way? “It’s like that in fairy tales.”

“Isn’t this safer?”

Lark blinked as if he didn’t understand. Natida let out a sigh and patted Rak’s forearm, which was wrapped around her.

“Okay, let’s go. go.”

With a thud, Lark leaped from the edge of the cliff. It was a light jump and the landing was soft. At one point, Lark went over the cliff and stopped in front of a protruding rock. He put Natida down and put his hand on her waist.

Bingle, Kwasik!

The rock was chopped with a smoothly drawn axe.

It was a fairly thick rock, but the moment it was hit by Lark’s axe, the rock split like a dry twig.

“Wow.”

A brief exclamation.

The rock broke and a long cave was revealed. Inside the dark cave, there was a bloody smell. Natida pinched her nose and walked inside her.

This is the moment when she took a step forward.

Blue flames flashed in the darkness.

It took a moment to understand that it was the light emitted from the beast’s eyes, and that was enough time for the beast.

Wedge.

The beast’s claws stretched out, aiming for Natida’s eyes.

* * *

Sigh.

Before the sharp nails pierced Natida’s eyes, Lark’s arm stretched out from behind Natida and grabbed the beast’s wrist. Immediately afterwards, a silver-white flash struck the beast’s arm in a rough trajectory.

Throw in! And patter.

Black water spurted out and fell to the ground. The beast let out a strange scream and took a step back, and Lark pushed Natida behind him and took a step forward.

“Stand behind.”

Lark lightly shook his wrist.

Before I knew it, the ax I had taken out was covered in soggy dirt. Lark frowned. He didn’t feel like cutting a living thing. The feeling of cutting something that was already dead.

Flashing.

The light sphere summoned by Natida illuminated the inside of the cave. Lark confirmed the appearance of the beast that had lost its arm. The sight of the demonic beast standing with both feet on the ground was bizarre. Sludge flowing down, bodies collapsing. It looks more like a corpse than a living thing.

“······.”

Lark looked at the demon beast’s claws that were moaning lowly. Sharpened nails are like blades. Lark took a step forward, thinking that if you compare the traces in the ground with those fingernails, it would be roughly the same.

Screaming, the demon swung its one remaining hand.

There was a piece of meat stuck in the wide open mouth of the demonic beast, and the one remaining hand was not made entirely of scum. A grip that seems to have been made by knitting together the corpses of beasts and demon lords.

Kaang!

Lark cut off his claws and dug into the demon beast’s arms. Then, lowering his posture, he struck the beast’s knee with the axe. With a clanking sound, the beast’s legs fell off and the beast’s body tilted.

Bingle.

With the axe, which had been whirled around and scraped off the flesh, Lark struck down the beast’s remaining arm, the nape of the neck, and the shoulder, one by one. The silver-white path drawn by the ax was sharp and fierce.

“————!”

Although it lost its limbs in an instant, the demon beast opened its mouth wide as if it was trying to resist until the end and tried to bite off Lark’s arm. However, Lark grabbed the beast’s upper and lower jaws with both hands and tore them apart.

Cooung.

Lark let out a short breath as he plunged the ax into the spine of the demonic beast that had fallen to the floor. Natida, who was watching Rak with her mouth slightly open, belatedly opened her mouth.

“Thank you for your help. And, you kept me alive on purpose?”

Natida, who came next to Lark, pointed to the demon beast lying on the floor. It flinched even as black fluid flowed from its torn mouth. It was proof that he was still alive, but it didn’t seem like he would be alive for very long.

A body that was disintegrating from the moment I encountered it.

It was Natida’s job to extract information before that body completely collapsed.

Natida took off her gloves. Placing her exposed white palm on her demon’s head, she took out her dagger from her bosom. And then bam. The top of her head and her own palm were pierced together with her dagger.

Sacred art, a type of miracle.

Natida’s blood and the animal’s feces were mixed together.

2.

Miracles and sacred arts developed by the Delohim Church.

A saint blessed by God can use most sacred arts, and in some areas, she used powerful sacred arts that no one could imitate. In the case of the first saints, it was the area of ​​‘creation of life’…

In the case of Sarah, a saint from the previous generation, her specialty was ‘blessing’, which strengthens the strength of other people’s bodies and mana, including healing power. Aside from that, Sarah, who had expertise in most sacred arts, was the most outstanding saint in the history of the church, excluding her first saint.

It was rare for a saintly woman to be gifted with as much divine power as she was, with expertise in as many different fields as hers.

And, after Sarah’s retirement, when the next saint was decided to be Natida, the old members of the church sighed. The type of sacred arts that Natida showed her talent for did not fit well with the direction in which her cult used her.

That’s why the church tried.

An experiment was conducted to erase her talents and artificially obtain new ones through relics. And, the result of the experiment was half successful and half failed. Because the side effects of the experiment could not be erased.

“Ugh, uhhh.”

Natida moaned and trembled.

Dark red blood poured out between the slightly opened lips. At first glance, it looked dangerous, so Rak put his hand on Natida’s shoulder…

“Let go. “I don’t want to do it twice.”

Hearing Natida’s cold voice, Rak withdrew his hand. Nati, who had been coughing up blood for a while, pulled out the dagger that cut the back of her hand. Natida slumped down in her seat with sticky blood dripping down her face.

“Oh my head.”

Natida lightly bumped the back of her head against the wall of the cave she was sitting against and took out a pack of tobacco from her arms with trembling hands. She tried to light the candle with a dot, but her hands kept shaking and the candle wouldn’t light.

“Whoa…”

Natida sighed and glanced back at Lark.

“Huh, Confucius?”

Natida smiled bitterly and handed the spark stone to Lark.

“Can you light a fire?”

Lark silently lit the candle.

Natida muttered, “Thank you,” while holding the tobacco in her mouth and took a long puff of smoke. Only then did my shaking hands gradually calm down.

“The investigation has been completed. You can leave the body here, or you can call someone to clean it up later. Now I just have to go back and write the report.”

“···The investigation is over?”

“I have some talent in this area.”

Natida tapped her temple with trembling fingers. The corners of his red, bloodshot eyes trembled. Lark, who was worse off, asked a question.

“You look very bad.”

“Usually I get tired after writing for a while, but today it’s even more so. If you think about it, it makes sense. “Because there are more than one or two things to read.”

Natida let out a laugh.

Looking at her legs, which had completely lost their strength, she raised her head and looked at Lark. Then she pointed to her leg and opened her mouth.

“Confucius, I am truly sorry.”

She said as if she was embarrassed.

“Can you carry me on your back? Don’t throw it around your shoulder like before, properly. “Hanging on my shoulder made my stomach turn.”

It wasn’t a difficult request.

Lark left the cave with Natida on his back. Natida, who was drenched in cold sweat while moving, had already lost consciousness when she arrived at the White Night Castle.

3.

A report has arrived from Natida.

Rania looked at the report carefully.

The report included an analysis of the entity that left strange traces in the north, as well as a story about securing the corpse of the beast.

『As a result of detection using sacred arts, the intervention of an apostate was confirmed. Confirmed to be a demonic beast ‘created’ by the apostate Gletus.』

『Immediately afterwards, an attempt was made to ‘intervene’, and at the first moment, the apostate referred to the demon beast and named it ‘the king of demon beasts.’ The one confirmed in the north is a failure, and it is assumed that the ‘successful project’ has already been completed.』

Natida was certainly a capable aide, and Rania put the puzzle together based on her newly discovered information. What was surprising was that the demonic water discovered on the front lines flowed all the way to the north.

“Were the traces discovered in the north left by a failed project?”

Although I guessed it after encountering the King of Demon Beasts, it seemed certain. We will have to send new support. Rania turned to the next page of the report.

『Escape from the laboratory in what appears to be a workshop.』

『Due to the subject’s unstable state, there are some parts where memories are lost, but it is presumed that the body’s disintegration was resolved through predation after arriving in the north by some means.』

It is a failure that should collapse and die as soon as the hose supplying the black sediment falls. However, Natida reported that the failed work survived by reorganizing its collapsing body through predation and the corpses of the demon beasts it hunted.

『The will to survive is very strong.』

『The only thing that comes across when attempting to intervene is the obsession with survival.』

Obsession with survival.

“Hmm…”

Rania touched her chin at those words.

Even if it is said to be a failure, the entity used as a base is the King of Demonic Beasts. A strange magical beast that learns, grows, and evolves to survive. Did he even inherit that will?

A failure that would have collapsed in less than three minutes if dropped from a hose survived for over dozens of days.

Rania trembled as if she was fed up with that fact. Her failed works alone are like this, but what will the finished works she encounters in the workshop be like? I didn’t dare guess.

“It’s getting annoying.”

The whereabouts of the King of Demonic Beasts became unclear.

As a result of tracking it through Calt, the only result was that it disappeared into the depths of the demon world. Since further tracking was impossible, Rania pressed her eyebrows together.

The birth of a new disaster.

A disaster that has not yet been completed, and the area that will be reached when the disaster completes its growth. When all of that was calculated, this was a clear variable. A huge variable that could shake up the plans she had built.

“Whoa…”

Rania let out a long sigh and tilted her head back. Her report wasn’t finished yet, so Rania quickly skimmed through the rest of her content.

『My body has become sore due to excessive use of sacred arts, hero. Can I come and get some recuperation in the north?』

『No, not even nursing care.』

『I think it might be a good idea to watch the situation in the north a little longer…?』

In short, it was a request for a vacation.

Rania thought about Natida’s sacred art in her head. Certainly, unlike Sara, who had no problems with recklessly consuming sacred power, Natida had side effects.

‘Is the flow of your body disrupted?’

Unlike previous saints who had divine powers like unpolluted energy and clear water, Natida’s energy was cloudy. It was the result of her being exposed to all kinds of drugs and undergoing artificial procedures. The output of her divine power itself is very outstanding.

‘Self-recovery is slow.’

The turbid flow often destroyed my body.

Unlike other saints, Natida needed quite a long time to purify the twisted flow, and during that time she would remain in bed.

There are three ways to recover:

One is to wait for natural healing, or the second is for someone like Rania who can precisely manipulate starlight to release the flow.

‘And the last one…’

An uncontaminated, sacred relic.

It was a long-term exposure to a holy relic with pure white energy. Since there are no such relics left in the present era, the third option was virtually non-existent.

‘There must be relics from hundreds of years ago, before the church became corrupted… but where can they be found?’

Rania, who was thinking like that, suddenly blinked.

“uh?”

What is a Relic?

It is a miraculous object filled with sacredness.

In short, any object that contained power related to gods and stars and was touched by the hand of a saint could be called a holy relic. Then, isn’t ‘that’ also a sacred relic?

“Is there anything left?”

That too, near Natida.

If you think about it, there was no holy relic like that.

This is because it is the relic that was used for the longest time by a being that can be called the most sacred in history. Rania immediately wrote a letter on a piece of stationery.

『Tell him that I asked for it and tell it to Lark.』

『Please show me the great sword you have.』

The first warrior, Ganicalt Van Galatric.

The first holy sword used by the man who was called a saint. Rania thought it would be difficult to find a relic beyond that.

fantasy,