408. Head Tower (6)
How much time has passed?
Clemens, who had been swaying slightly while standing, soon staggered to his feet and groaned.
“eww… … .”
Muscles and joints that have become stiff from not moving for a long time are screaming. Nevertheless, amidst the dull pain, his mind became clearer.
The person who had been controlling Clemens up until now suddenly released his mental control and left. [Planting], who had taken over his ownership, seemed to be not satisfied with something, so he left him unattended and disappeared somewhere.
Thanks to this, Clemens, who had regained his sanity for the first time in recent years, looked at the broken remains of the old man for a long time with empty eyes. Traces of a colleague who once secretly hid in the Inquisition and cried and laughed together while waiting for the great harvest.
“Brother… … .”
Eventually, a cracked voice came out from the dry vocal cords.
“The [task] we had devoted so much time to was actually just an illusion created by someone… … .”
A lot of information that I had been just accepting in a dazed mind, little by little, begins to be reorganized in my head, forming a clear meaning. And the conclusion drawn from it is a terrible truth that is difficult to accept with a sober mind.
Clemens’ voice gradually began to tremble.
“… [Sowing], whom we had served with all our hearts, was also not the true incarnation of the main god. We have been deceived by them all this time! “To those cruel forces of evil who pretend to be God!”
It was sad, and it was sad again.
Still, no more tears came out. Perhaps the few tears he shed at first were the last moisture left in Clemens’ body.
“Brother. Now what should I do… … .”
But there seemed to be no more time to be frustrated or to mourn a dead colleague.
The old man’s body was completely destroyed by erosion. There are definitely still Magi left, so if he continues to stay here, Clemens may also meet the same fate.
Clemens, who had a sad expression for a moment, soon began to move his stiff joints and gradually leave the cave.
Sseuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
As I push my body forward with great difficulty, it rubs against the uneven floor, leaving deep wounds all over my body.
But the more difficult it was, strangely enough, the more clearly the desire for life burned.
‘We must escape from the hands of the devil. If we do not quickly enter the imperial capital and into the grace of the Holy Emperor… … .’
Moreover, in one corner of his messy memories, the voices of children whispering in his ear like a dream one day remained faintly.
-Go north and find [Repentance]. Then I will find you soon.
-Wow! This is too dangerous!
-be careful! If you make a mistake, you will be caught!
-Hurry and run away!
-Hurry quickly!
Who on earth were they?
Did the mind suppressed by strong control simply create a vain delusion?
Or did another incarnation of the main god extend a hand to him in place of Sobong, which was a false salvation?
‘Perhaps, the [repentance] they talked about may also be another axis of evil, just like sowing.’
It was something he couldn’t understand now.
‘but… … .’
Even if that were really the case, what does it all matter? Now, the meaningless instructions that remain in his mind have become the only driving force that moves Clemens, who has lost everything.
In this way, Clemens tried tirelessly to squeeze out even a single drop of strength remaining in his body.
However, the limitations of a body that has been neglected for a long time are very clear.
Slurp!
In the end, Clemens fainted from exhaustion before even getting halfway down the mountain.
“… … .”
Perhaps Clemens, who had fallen, was doomed to become food for wild animals. That is, if a group of paladins searching the suburbs hadn’t found him at the time.
“… It’s here!”
“Really, just like Rebekah said, someone has collapsed!”
“I can sense traces of demonic energy in this person! Fortunately, there hasn’t been any erosion yet, but it’s dangerous if we don’t clean it up right away!”
The Holy Knights soon took turns pouring out divine power toward Clemens.
It was no coincidence that they came here. After the giant demon species appeared in the suburbs, the search for ‘devil seeds’ was still in full swing.
“Thank you for your search. “First we have to save him.”
Soon after, after some time, the person leading them appeared at the foot of the mountain.
“Rebekah!”
“He is an important reference. “We must keep him alive and hand him over to the Heresy Tribunal.”
The person called ‘Rebekah’ looked like a boy who had not yet reached the age of maturity.
However, none of the Holy Knights took his instructions lightly or ignored them. Because that boy was the most responsible person for finding a large number of ‘devil seeds’ buried deep in the ground.
‘It’s really amazing. Where on earth did Rebekah come from?’
‘The rumor is that he belongs to that secret intelligence organization, Arrange?’
‘what? Was that a real department? Even so, how can a child like that?’
‘Shh! Lower your voice. ‘Maybe he’s listening to our whole conversation!’
And not long after that, another boy came running out of breath, following Rebekah.
“Asley! Gasp! “Aren’t you walking too fast?”
The boy’s name was Jonathan MacAlpin. Originally, he was a student at the Theological Academy and should have been busy with final exams by now.
However, since the aftereffects of the Gray Plague became known, he has been under strict surveillance by Arranger under the pretext of probation. With his classmate Asley Becher, who was bedridden with the same symptoms.
“Ugh! I’m out of breath! You man! “I told you to wait a moment!”
Even after joining his group, Jonathan had a hard time catching his breath for a long time. Although he has gained a lot of weight since immediately after suffering from the Gray Plague, he still has not regained his former physical strength.
Rebekah, who was looking at him with cold eyes, answered in a cold voice.
“I’m sure you’ve told me this many times already, Jonathan. “My name is Liv, not Astley.”
“What is he saying now? Astley. “You are my classmate, Astley Bettcher.”
“Astley’s consciousness no longer exists. “I am just borrowing his body for a while to protect him, who is now an empty vessel.”
“What nonsense are you talking about? What happened to your hair? I feel like a completely different person these days. “Is that also an aftereffect of the Gray Plague?”
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“… … .”
I can’t speak at all.
Rebekah shook her head and turned around. He wondered how long he would have to keep Jonathan by his side, who had almost no aftereffects.
“Huh? Hey Astley! Are you going down as soon as you arrive? Now that we’re up, let’s take a look at the scenery… … .”
“… … .”
“… Is he really leaving? hey! “Hold on there for a moment!”
* * *
Rebekah made two mistakes that she regretted for the rest of her life.
One is that, in opposition to the majority opinion of escaping to the normal world, he led part of his clan to the Delcross dimension.
Rather than being trapped in the body of a homunculus and living like an ordinary, inferior human being, I was determined to die as a noble Kornsim, even if it meant dying. As a result, he really lost most of his clan.
Another is that, due to his own mistake, he handed over the Oracle, his clan’s treasure, into the hands of the Empire.
‘Bethsheba… … .’
It was probably unavoidable. At the time, no one in the Kornsim clan expected her to be an [Oracle].
That’s because there was no one who could properly understand her mind, which was completely separated from the mind of the clan.
‘It was difficult to see Bethsheba as a normal member of Kornsheim in the first place.’
As a child, she was involved in an accident that a clan that could predict the future should have avoided, and suffered serious head injuries.
As a result, she developed a severe mental defect and was unanimously banished from the clan’s mental link.
It may have been essential to offer Bethsheba, who was beautiful in appearance, to the 16th Emperor as a token of peace.
Not only was he completely separated from his clan, but he was the only pure-blooded Kornsim who could easily deal with the inferior humans of the Delcross dimension.
Rebekah realized her big mistake when she first saw the third prince of the empire born to Bethsheba. The essence of the clan they believed had been completely lost was shining vividly in the young prince’s eyes.
Now, Rebekah can be sure.
‘Bethsheba awakened as an oracle a long time ago. Maybe it was all her own calculation that she didn’t avoid that accident, that she created a mental defect, and that she was expelled from her clan’s connections.
And she succeeded in stealing the precious essence of the clan from the tribe!
‘But why?’
Why did Bethsheba let go of her glorious position as an [Oracle] and push her own destiny down such a rough and thorny path?
Now that she was dead, no one could know.
Anyway, bygones are bygones. As the leader of the few remaining clans, Rebekah had the duty to find the next oracle and return it to the Kornsim clan.
‘The next Oracle will have already appeared in the world.’
Rebekah was sure.
This could be guessed by looking at the actions of Seonghwang, the current Oracle. He was trying not to go against cause and effect as much as possible, and was moving as if the water was flowing.
It’s as if they don’t want to mess with someone’s firm will in the slightest.
‘Perhaps they are trying to avoid direct conflict of perceptions.’
Normally, the next Oracle is not born until the previous Oracle dies.
Of course, this does not mean that there was no time when the two coexisted. Although it is rare, in that case, one person ended their life by suicide.
‘but… … .’
Nevertheless, Rebekah already knew of a precedent in which two oracles successfully coexisted for a long time.
So, who will be the next [Oracle] he is looking for?
* * *
“Why are you doing that? “What makes you uncomfortable, sir?”
Sir Robert, who had been fiddling with his ears since a while ago, had managed to notice that Seongjin’s concentration was broken, and asked.
“No, Sir Robert. “My ears have been itching since a while ago.”
“If you’re having a hard time, how about taking a break for a while?”
“Uh, it’s okay. “The story you’re telling me about ‘The Devil’s Curse’ is very interesting, isn’t it?”
While Seongjin was taking exorcist classes, preparations for the business trip were progressing steadily.
After the competition between Lord Kurt and Lord Maria, which was a close battle until the end, the final number of resident knights was completely decided.
“Hot hot hot!”
With black bruises around his eyes, Sir Kurt bursts into excited laughter.
This was a decision made after a friendly exchange of fractures during a sparring match with Sir Maria, and a heavy drinking match that followed.
“Lowering! I won’t be able to feel safe if you send that untrustworthy guy away. “I will follow you too!”
“No, Sir Maria. “One of the senior knights should remain at Jinju Palace and manage the other knights.”
“Yes, Sir Maria. I will have a lot of fun experiences and come back safely, so in the meantime, please take care of your home. Let’s buy a bottle of good alcohol to commemorate! Hot hot hot!”
Sir Kurt was just excited, not knowing what hardships would unfold in the future.
It seemed like everything was properly prepared.
Except for one guy who has been particularly annoying to Seongjin recently.
“what? Owen. “What happened this time?”
How many times has it already been today? Seongjin glared at the guy who peeked his head through the door again.
Then, Owen seemed uncharacteristically hesitant and spoke cautiously.
“Hey, Mores… … .”
“huh?”
“… … .”
“what? why? what?”
Then the guy blinked for a moment, then shook his head with a sullen expression.
“No, nothing.”
“What? hey! “Why are you doing this so early?”
“Um, sorry. Well then, good luck.”
When Owen turns around like that, the drooping chicken feathers look particularly pitiful.
what? No matter how you look at it, it’s nothing, right?
That bastard, why are you acting like that these days?
fantasy,
