“Are you ready to move on to the next stage?”
Belnoir was silent.
Are you ready to move on to the next stage? Well, it wasn’t easy to answer that question straight away. Belnoa’s eyes looked at the name engraved on the map.
A warrior, and a superman. A strong man equivalent to a superhuman.
The names written on this single map are literally the power of humanity. Those who have surpassed the limits in their respective fields. They are powerful people that everyone knows just by saying their names or nicknames. His name was written among those strong men.
“professor.”
Belnoa raised his head.
Raniel winked as if asking him to speak.
“The reason you’re showing me this now is because I’ve become a superhuman?”
“that’s right. “Would you like me to be more precise?”
Raniel stretched out his finger.
The finger was pointing to Belnoa’s heart.
“A fragment of the Holy Grail that was planted in your and Lark’s souls on that day three years ago. It was necessary to wait for the flowering of the fragment. “You had to reach the level of superhumanity in the true sense of the word.”
“Is it necessary…?”
“Because you are their successors and successors.”
Whose successor are you?
There was no need to ask that question. Because Belle Noah already knew whose power she had.
“···Black Storm, Belial.”
“okay. In Lark’s case, it is Ganicalt, the sword of death.”
Belnoa learns that the people currently called Calamity were the first group of warriors who once opposed the Demon King. Raniel nodded his head as if to confirm that fact and continued speaking.
“We need you in the battle to subdue the apostates. “Your presence is essential, be it for completely terminating the contract or for someone who has been waiting for hundreds of years.”
She smiled bitterly and muttered.
“Actually, there is just a lack of power.”
Belnoir could not easily understand what she said. Running out of power? With so many superhumans deployed, and with that great wizard standing at the forefront… how could there be a lack of power?
Of course, an apostate is a terrible disaster.
Her strength is nothing short of a disaster, and not even a decent superhuman can even show a business card in front of her. It’s not for nothing that she was classified as a disaster throughout hundreds of years of history…
Nevertheless, subjugation is not impossible.
The apostate had already been defeated several times, and the person who led the operation was right in front of Belnoa. In a much stronger state than before. Isn’t this a situation where we are now called wizards who are close to divine status?
‘If we knew where the apostate was staying and how powerful he was… wouldn’t we be able to subdue him right away?’
In Belnoa’s opinion, it seemed like it would be possible with Raniel’s strength. As if reading those thoughts, Raniel smiled bitterly and said.
“You have the same expression as Destel. “The expression on his face suggests that if he had planned this much, he could have been defeated a long time ago.”
While Belnoa, who had hit the nail on the head, remained silent, Raniel quietly shook his head.
“I can tell you, it’s impossible.”
She said in a firm voice.
“You know the identity of the apostate, right? “You either heard it from the goddess you serve, or you learned it through Belial’s arrangement…”
Raniel smiled and looked behind me.
Kalt was standing there, and he touched his ear and shook his head. It was a signal that nothing could be heard.
In fact, in the case of Kalt, who cannot access this information, the conversation between Belnoa and Raniel had been heard in silence for a while.
“I’m used to it now. Aren’t we just talking about something that only the two of us know? “I feel like I’m being ostracized even though we’re in the same space.”
Raniel continued the conversation, lightly ignoring Kalt’s whining voice.
“Apostate, Gletus is the first saint. She is a saint who is said to be closest to God. “Both in terms of distance and in terms of power.”
As time passed, the power of the saints that appeared in later generations was concentrated in one area. Even Sarah, the divine power monster, was like that. However, the first saint was an exception.
“If it was the ancient dragon wizard who honed the foundations of magic… it was she who systematized sacred arts. She knows how to use all sacred arts, and eventually she has reached the realm of miracles. “The Holy Grail you use was also made by her.”
Nowadays, it is classified as a golden trick or a miracle.
This was the case with the highest level sacred arts that could only be imitated by borrowing items related to the first saint.
“Then, isn’t it strange?”
“What do you mean?”
“She is a saint, an alchemist, and a summoner at the same time. However, the saint that humanity encountered never used sacred arts. Not once did she.”
Alchemy and summoning.
She pushed humanity by using fields other than those in which she excelled. She reigned as a disaster. That’s definitely a strange story.
“Has it become a disaster and sacred arts cannot be used? In my opinion, that’s definitely not the case. “It’s just that she is no longer a priest of the stars…she is the shadow’s favorite priest.”
Shades and stars are essentially the same.
In that case, it would also be possible to borrow the power of the transcendent being that one worships, called sacred art.
“But I didn’t use it. I don’t know the reason, but one thing is certain…”
Raniel stretched out his hand.
Her fingertip pointed to Alkeia.
“The answer is here.”
Alkeia, a land for non-believers.
“When humanity reaches this place, when there is a final battle with the apostate… she will show everything she has. Like the saint who performed miracles in her past.”
This was a story I heard from Cardi.
The geographical characteristics of Alkeia, and the salvation spoken of by the apostate.
Raniel, who reviewed all the information on the contract, also made the same judgment as Cardi.
‘Apostates are the first to be subdued.’
To reach the Temple of Shade, you must pass through Alkeia and Gehete.
‘And whether it’s Gehete or Alcaia…’
The moment you cross the drawn line.
The person who appears there will not be an apostate, but a fallen saint and a priest who is closest to God. Therefore, it was necessary to subdue the apostates first before reaching the sword of death.
“If that happens, I won’t be able to handle her alone. Especially considering the special elements of the terrain called Alkeia. That’s why we need this much power.”
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“so···.”
“That’s why we need you.”
A variable, a blade that will lead to disaster.
Raniel chuckled and tapped the map. Four names written in bold letters. She said, pointing to the talent she had fostered.
“You and Lark, who carry on the legacy left by the hero, Chloe, who carries on the will of Galahal, and Resty, who has the talent to stand against disaster…”
…At one time, these were children who thought they would succeed them. But the future has changed. The disciples that Ran El raised are no longer just children who follow in her footsteps. No.
“We need that special power you have.”
Colleagues who will stand on the same battlefield.
Their power was absolutely necessary, both to reduce sacrifices and to avoid following the path taken by her future self, the Goddess of Ash.
“Belnoir.”
Raniel said.
“I’ll ask you again, are you ready?”
2.
Leaning on a chair in the barracks, Belnoir let out a long sigh. The night is deep, but I can’t sleep.
It’s because of the story we talked about during the day.
Raniel asked about his resolve, and after a moment of contemplation, Belnoa finally nodded. There must have been a feeling that it was a request from my eunuch and that it was the right thing to do… but that wasn’t the only thing. Belnoir closed his eyes and remembered the past.
“If you get caught, you will die.”
“So, hurry up and go. “Before my whim ends.”
Belnoa recalled the apostate he saw at the last moment. She really is a woman who resembles Chloe. The words she murmured with a faint smile were by no means disastrous.
A human voice, advice from a senior.
That advice led Belnoa to the heights of superhumanity at the last moment. His mind was complicated. While Belnoir was letting out a long sigh…
“Belnoir, are you there?”
Chloe’s voice came from outside the barracks.
Are you trying to force me into that damn dependency contract again? Belnoa opened the barracks with wide eyes. Chloe was standing outside the barracks dressed lightly.
“Can I come in?”
The atmosphere is different from usual.
Chloe’s white hair sparkled under the moonlight.
‘White hair and green eyes…’
Looking at Chloe, Belnoir felt a strange sense of guilt in this situation, which reminded him of an apostate. Belle Noah cleared her throat briefly, caught her breath, and nodded.
“come in.”
Chloe smiled brightly and entered Belnoa’s barracks.
“I heard everything from senior Rania.”
Chloe said, sitting on the bed.
“You’re planning a battle to subdue apostates, you and I… and the story about a lot of military power being invested.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Belnoa, I heard you agreed.”
“Because I felt like it had to be that way. and···.”
Belnoir sighed and looked at Chloe.
“You definitely have to go, right? there.”
Chloe laughed bitterly.
“… Galahal may not wish for revenge, but I wish for it. And it’s also my greed.”
Crucially, the one who killed Galahal was an apostate.
Chloe felt hatred towards the apostate, and although it was not as intense as that of the sword demon and the madman… she felt a kind of duty.
Apostates must be subjugated.
He said that he, who sacrificed his life to save Galahal, should play a big role in the subjugation.
Chloe thought that was the way for the value left behind by Galahal’s death to shine. Belnoa also had no intention of denying that thought.
“I have similar thoughts.”
Belnoir said with a sigh.
As I looked at Chloe, I kept thinking of the words the apostate left at the last moment. Her facial expression, faint smile, and…
“What should I say, I’m a little nervous….”
In the meantime, Belnoa was looking at Chloe as an apostate. Whoosh, Chloe stretched out her hand. The hand firmly grasped both of Belnoa’s shoulders.
“Belnoir.”
“Uh, huh? why. Chloe.”
Grabbing both shoulders, Chloe opened her eyes wide and turned her face towards Belnoa. The distance between the tips of her noses. Chloe’s wide-open green eyes sparkled in a strange color, imbued with the scarlet color of the lantern in the barracks.
“What were you just thinking?”
Belnoir took a deep breath.
No, why are you so perceptive?
“It’s definitely a different woman…”
“I didn’t think anything of it. “No thoughts.”
Belnoir let out a long sigh as he gently pushed his suspiciously suspicious childhood friend away.
“I’m just worried. “It might be something similar to the wishes of my sublease contractor.”
A wish to liberate a comrade.
And, maybe…
“Because it might have something to do with old Cardi.”
“Why Old Man Cardi?”
“In my opinion, what is the inspiration?”
Heroes who were active more than hundreds of years ago.
The heroes seemed to regard Cardi as a comrade. In the case of the apostate, it seemed like there was something beyond his companions. He’ll have to visit someday.
“Whatever it is…”
Belnoir tilted his head back.
“Half a year to go.”
“Yes, because you said so.”
Raniel said.
The battle to subdue the apostates will take place in half a year, so until then, learn how to use your power. It wasn’t just consideration for Belnoa and Lark.
“Up until now, I have controlled the speed and pushed, but from now on I will push without stopping. “Now that all conditions are met, there is no need to wait any longer.”
Extension of the front line.
“Considering the speed, and considering the time when all fronts are stabilized… the implementation of the operation will be six months later.”
She decided that six months later was the right time.
Therefore, the time given to Belnoa was also six months. I will have to get used to this power over the course of half a year.
“Let’s do our best, Belnoa.”
Chloe smiled faintly with her eyes half closed.
“I will protect you this time.”
Feeling an unexplainable eerieness in his half-opened eyes, Belnoir briefly trembled his shoulders. For some reason, Chloe seems to be heading in a strange direction…
“Okay, whatever.”
It must be because of my mood.
Belnoir let out a short breath and said.
“Let’s try our best.”
That way, you will be able to repay your debt.
3.
Late at night, inside the barracks.
Raniel was looking through the records written by Belnoa. About what Belnoa said he saw inside Alkeia and the strange behavior the apostate showed.
And finally···.
“A letter, a letter…”
The letter Belnoa was talking about.
Raniel looked at the letter on the table in silence. I wanted to open it and check, but I didn’t go that far.
‘You said you asked me to tell it to Cardi, right?’
Belnoir said.
At the last moment, it felt like the apostate wasn’t a disaster. It felt like meeting a senior. Raniel didn’t think it was Belnoa’s illusion.
“Whoa…”
Raniel let out a long sigh.
What was placed on her table was a pile of documents. This document was handed out to all those participating in this operation, but the last page of this document was blank.
The only one who has that one copy is Raniel.
For a very long time, Raniel looked at the last page of the document. The deep night passes and dawn comes. As the sun was rising, it was only then that Raniel put down the documents.
···Six months later, the operation is implemented.
On the day he enters Alkeia, Raniel will thoroughly crush the apostates. Everything she has will be taken away from her, and everything she has will be burned.
Because apostates are a disaster that must be subdued.
She must be defeated for the sake of those who were insulted and trampled by her. Her determination remains unchanged even now.
‘···still.’
Still.
“You should at least give them the courtesy.”
Raniel neatly folded the last page of the plan that he had not shown to anyone and put it in an envelope. She rose from her seat, stuffing her envelope, which she had secured with her numerous spells, deep into her robes.
The last page of the strategy book, and the letter that the apostate had asked to be delivered to Cardi. With those two pieces of paper in his arms, Raniel headed somewhere.
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