Vacation, recreation, relaxation.
What a touching word.
Lying on the bed with her legs stretched out, Natida let out a long breath as she felt the warmth of the blanket. When she was on the front line and she was resting like this, how did she know that Rania would come and give her a new job and leave.
But where is this place?
It is the north where Rania’s breath cannot reach.
It meant that you could rest with peace of mind. From Natida’s perspective, there seemed to be no need to worry as there was a good reason to take time off.
“Hmph, huh.”
As I was humming like that, the letter I had placed on the head of the bed started flashing. It was a signal that a reply had arrived. Natida slowly reached out and checked the letter.
“···huh?”
Natida blinked.
She tilted her head as she read the contents of the letter over and over again. Are you asking me to show you my sword? What does that mean?
‘In the first place… doesn’t he use an axe?’
Guardian of the North, Lac Van Grace.
It was the first time I heard of him using a great sword. So does that mean he has some kind of decorative greatsword? Despite feeling doubtful, Natida called a servant and asked him to bring Rak.
Not long after, Lark arrived.
Lark blinked as he read the letter Natida gave him and the letter from Rania. He had only one of the great swords mentioned in the letter.
‘The first holy sword.’
Since it is a treasure passed down from generation to generation and a historical relic, it is not an item that can be easily exposed to outsiders. However, when it came to the request of Rania, who was instrumental in obtaining it, things were a little different.
“Yes, I understand.”
Lark nodded without any hesitation.
Immediately after putting down the letter, Lark lightly shook his wrist. Then he stretched his hand out into the air. The space shook and swallowed Lark’s wrist.
“uh?”
Natida’s eyes widened for a moment.
Lark’s hand slowly came out of the air. There was something in his hand, and it came out of space and gave off a brilliant light.
Flash!
Immediately after, brilliant starlight filled the room.
* * *
A distant past, a now forgotten era.
There is a warrior who led a brilliant era.
Ganichalt van Galatric.
He was a hero and a warrior who stood before anyone else and faced disaster before anyone else. He always held a platinum-colored holy sword in his hand, and the world called him the incarnation of Delohim.
A hero, a warrior, a saint, and an apostle of God.
Everyone had no choice but to have faith in front of the light that undulated like waves every time he swung his sword. The nobles who kept the religious order in check, and the people of barren lands who did not believe in God, all felt sacred in Ganikalt. That is why he was a saint.
Hundreds of years have passed since then.
Even though no one can remember that era anymore, the first holy sword made viewers feel the same way as they did hundreds of years ago. That’s what Natida is now.
“Uh, huh…?”
Natida blinked and looked ahead.
There was light there.
It was difficult to explain in words, but it was just light. A light so brilliant that it almost blinds your eyes. The more Natida looked at the light, the more Natida’s mouth slowly opened. What I feel is mystery and astonishment.
What is that?
Natida has seen countless relics during her time at the church. However, none of them could overcome the light in front of me. If the holy relic that Natida saw was a drop of sanctity in an object…
That thing before my eyes was something made entirely of divinity.
Relics are naturally influenced by the good deeds, feats, and faith of the person who holds them. In that sense, the ‘First Holy Sword’ that Lark had just taken out was like a more powerful holy relic than anything else.
Before the fall of the church.
The most sacred time.
The heyday of the Delohim Church, which was established to purify evil and save all people. No matter how much you hate religious denominations and hate God, you couldn’t help but feel sacred in front of the objects that led to its heyday.
“······.”
Natida’s eyes widened and opened.
The flow that had been twisted inside my body began to unravel in an instant. My uncomfortable breathing became easier in an instant, and the migraine that had been bothering me disappeared in an instant.
All that’s left is a pleasant sense of elation.
“Hey…”
Natida thrust her face into the holy sword, almost as if she was about to drool. Natida left behind the flinching Lark and rubbed her cheek against the surface of the holy sword.
I felt like I was on drugs.
Natida, who was intoxicated by the sacred power emanating from the holy relic, rubbed her face against the holy sword for a while and suddenly made eye contact with Lark. Lark was looking at Natida with her extremely regretful eyes, and the moment he met his gaze, Natida quickly came to her senses.
“Hmm, hmm.”
Such a disgrace.
Natida mumbled and hurriedly looked away from the Holy Sword and straightened out her messy hair. Gonnati wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and looked back at Rak.
“Hey, Confucius.”
“···yes.”
The answer was a little late for some reason, but I decided not to worry about that. Natida smiled brightly as she reflected on the pleasant uplift left by her divinity. Looking at her smile, Lark thought to himself, ‘This is the look warriors make in the morning after drinking all night.’
“Perhaps, perhaps?”
Eyes with full pupils.
Natida, drunk with divine power, looked at Lark and said.
“Are you an angel?”
It’s similar to the nonsense that warriors spout while drunk all night long. With that in mind, Lark answered appropriately.
“He is a warrior. “They use the same ‘sa’ character.”
If I had to really ask, I would use a different character for ‘sa’, but the pronunciation is the same, so that’s it, isn’t it? Lark thought so. If anything, it was a Lark-like answer.
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A year ago, Zitapan, a young man who suddenly took the position of Pope of the Delohim Church, let out a long sigh. Lately, his sighing has been increasing.
It rattled.
Zitapan looked out the window of the carriage, which was extremely rough for a carriage the Pope rode in, and made a periodic rattling noise due to the emphasis on speed.
The scenery passed by at high speed.
The place where the carriage was headed was what mankind calls the front line. The reason for going there was simple. It was to bury his head and beg for forgiveness.
‘I didn’t commit such a big crime…’
In this case, it was a matter of attitude.
Of course, it is said that even the royal family cannot kneel the Pope, the de facto leader of the religious order, unless it is at the level of treason, but there was one being in the world who could kneel the Pope even for a ‘trivial’ reason.
A person who single-handedly overthrew the church a year ago.
A person who completely eliminated the upper echelons of the religious order and installed Zitapan, who was far below him, in the position of Pope. Jitapan understood that the character had to ‘look good’. If you didn’t see clearly, hell would be waiting for you.
Rattling, rattling.
We were getting closer and closer to our destination.
Zitapan thought over his mistakes in his mind. To be honest, it was not Zita Pan who committed his crime, but one of the priests of the Thelohim Church who did something wrong.
“Natida, don’t come near that child.”
“Don’t contact me, don’t approach me, don’t write to me, don’t try anything. “The moment I get caught, I’ll knock everything down.”
Despite his warning, one of the priests managed to contact Saint Natida, who was heading north. Zitapan sighed deeply.
“It would be nice if you could just let it go.”
Zitapan’s shoulders trembled as he remembered the sight of him a year ago.
* * *
Occupied area near the front line.
In the reception room prepared there, Zitaphan nervously sipped the prepared tea. Naturally, there were paladins who believed in God or belonged to a religious order on the front lines, so Zitapan could have received the utmost treatment, but Zitapan himself refused it.
This is Zitapan, who has just taken his seat as Pope.
It reminded me of the times when I was in a similar position to them, and I wasn’t very used to being treated like that. Besides, I didn’t want them to see me bowing my head.
Sigh.
How long did I wait in the reception room like that?
The door that had been tightly closed slowly opened. Zita Pan shook her shoulders and put down her teacup. She swallowed her breath and slightly lowered her head.
Again, again.
The sound of footsteps echoing in silence.
Zitapan slowly raised his head at the sight of someone stopping in front of me. He was there.
“···Meeting the hero, Rania Van Trias.”
“uh. “It’s been a while, Jitapan.”
Rania sat down on the sofa opposite Zitapan, calling the Pope by his first name and no honorific title. Zita Pan swallowed dry saliva and glanced at the person in front of him.
Rania van Trias.
A person who overthrew the entire church after witnessing the atrocities committed by the church on Saint Natida a year ago. Jitapan clearly remembered what the holy knights the church boasted about that day and the prayer room with several layers of protective techniques looked like.
“What is the reason for your visit?”
Rania asked a question.
Zitapan slowly opened his mouth in a cold voice.
“Of course, it’s to apologize.”
Zitapan hit his head cheaply.
There was no hesitation.
Zitapan did not forget.
How huge is the being you are facing now? The woman sitting in front of me is said to be the pinnacle of humanity.
‘Single-handedly responsible for the front line…’
Even if we look back over hundreds of years of history, has there ever been a time when a single individual had this much power? To put it bluntly, there was none. Jitapan reminded himself that he should not be fooled by that soft appearance. The being you are facing now is…
‘If he puts his mind to it, he can exterminate humanity in one night.’
A blade aimed at the enemies of humanity.
When the blade turned and Rania’s hostility was directed at humanity, there was no one among humanity who could stop her. Zitapan had to experience that fact firsthand.
“Sin, please forgive me.”
“Oh my God, my God, my God…”
There was no law that a transcendent being called God must exist in the sky. I saw Zitapan that day a year ago. He is like a god standing with his feet beneath the ground.
-Kwajik, kwazzziz i.e.
Jitapan recalled the church’s barrier being shattered and crumbling every time the man in front of him swung his hand, and the Holy Knights crawling on the floor while clashing with their teeth. He put a lot of effort into each word and offered his apology.
“The priest who caused the problem was immediately punished and permanently expelled from the church…”
I bowed my head several times if necessary.
If it can be resolved by bowing your head, you can bow your head as many times as you want. Zitapan truly thought so.
Jitapan is a person who knows how to see reality.
Even though he belongs to a religious order, he does not overestimate God. In some ways, he may lack the qualifications to be a priest, but he is suitable for leading the religious order in that he knows how to see reality. That was also the reason why Rania placed Zitapan in the position of Pope.
“···That is all.”
After finishing the story, Zitapan slightly raised his head and looked at Rania. Zitapan, who was shaking because he didn’t know what would come out of that person’s mouth, suddenly blinked.
“Yes···?”
Rania was tilting her head.
She blinked for a long time and then spoke belatedly.
“No, is that why you came?”
“yes···? That’s right, but…”
“What else can I say…”
“Ugh,” Rania let out a long sigh.
“I thought something big was happening again.”
“I disobeyed the warning given by the hero, so this is a big enough problem…”
“Jitapan, that’s not the big deal I’m talking about.”
Rania laughed bitterly.
“Playing with people’s lives. That’s what I’m saying. “I thought the cult was playing a prank on a village somewhere.”
“We are working hard to prevent such unpleasant incidents.”
“Okay, that’s enough. “You don’t have to come in person for something like this.”
She relaxed her shoulders and stroked her hair. Her gray hair flowed in waves between Rania’s fingers.
“Jitapan.”
“···yes.”
Zitapan’s shoulders trembled at the sound of Rania’s soft voice. As always, Zitapan felt fear of a being called Rania. Rania smiled bitterly at her appearance and continued her words.
“The reason I put you on the position of Pope is not because you are very faithful or because you excel at sacred arts. “You know that, right?”
“Yes, I haven’t forgotten.”
“He’s quick-witted and can speak well. “They are not fanatics and they know how to survive.”
Rania highly appreciated that point.
“The reason I didn’t destroy the religious denomination that day was simply because I thought people still needed religion. “You will need a place for your heart to rest.”
That’s what I heard that day too.
In front of the ruined church’s main church, Rania said the same thing to Zitapan. And, both now and then, Rania was pronouncing the word ‘yet’ with emphasis.
“Not yet.”
Rania said, resting her chin.
And then he implicitly asked a question.
“Are your preparations going well?”
A question without purpose.
Jitapan answered that question straight away.
“···We are currently conducting research in cooperation with the lord of the Gray Magic Tower.”
“What are the results?”
“We confirmed that it can cause damage. However, it seems that significant damage is not yet possible. “We are experiencing problems in the critical output area…”
“Still, it looks like it’s being completed.”
Rania threw it away.
“It’s still two years at most.”
promised deadline.
“In two years, there may be no need for a denomination. “When that time comes, would you like to introduce me to a decent job?”
Rania smiled and sipped from her teacup.
In her opinion, Zitapan was a subordinate who was quite intelligent, so she thought it would be okay to have him under her command.
“Yes, it’s an honor, but I’ll come back later…”
“Okay, whatever. “Just think about it.”
Sipping tea, Rania tilted her head back. Even though she was blocked by the ceiling, Rania felt eyes on her.
A distant place, a gaze felt from above the sky.
Rania smiled as she felt Star’s gaze. I never thought the day would come when I would sit in the same position as the Pope and commit the taboo of taboos, apostasy.
‘It’s something to live for a long time.’
Rania thought so.
fantasy,
