Episode 82
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Shuve’s tentacles were blocking Aurelia’s ears, nose, and mouth.
Through the external auditory canal, across the auditory nerve from the eardrum, to the auditory cortex.
Inside the skull of the virgin Aurelia, towards the brain.
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Aurelia was holding a cross necklace in her hand. She lowered her head into the bloody river that rose up to her waist.
“Do you enjoy killing people?”
“Illusions of any kind won’t work.”
To Dale’s question, Aurelia answered.
“No.”
Foodie!
A few crows flew into the sky, flapping their wings.
“Look closely.”
“What are you talking about?”
It was then that her expression was reflected on the blood-red river.
The ‘War Maiden’, covered in the blood of her enemies pouring down, her armor that should have been shining gold was dyed red with blood, and she smiled twistedly as if in ecstasy.
Bloody Virgin.
“Valkyries are said to be extremely beautiful and alluring, but also have a cruel nature.”
Dale said.
“Don’t you hate the empire that took your father away?”
“how……!”
“When the revelation of the Goddess came down, weren’t you glad that you could finally take revenge on the Empire?”
“This is my will… … .”
“This river of blood is the sea of blood of the enemies you have defeated.”
Dale said.
“And this is the result of piling up that bloody river.”
──She is the prostitute of the empire!
──From the beginning, I liked this kingdom and king!
──That swindler woman… …!
The sound of shouts for Aurelia reverberated.
As a virgin, as a savior of the country, a finger-pointing that negates everything she has built.
“Was it worth it?”
“… … .”
“The whole kingdom was burned, the king fled in shame, using his subjects as shields of meat, and there was uncountable bloodshed.”
Dale said.
“This is all hell that Lady Aurelia brought upon herself.”
“… … !”
“The revelations of the Goddess, Lady Aurelia’s fanaticism and blindness, have brought destruction to this island.”
Screams began to echo from all directions. Imperial soldiers were seen pillaging the entire island of Britannia.
Festival of Massacre.
“Ah, ahh… … .”
Aurelia swallowed weakly. In the words of one who called herself a puppet of the heavens.
“Is this truly the will of the Sistine Sisters, who love mercy and compassion?”
Dale asked.
“The Goddess’ revelation brought about the destruction of this island, and Lady Aurelia willingly became the standard-bearer of the massacre.”
As if denying everything about Aurelia.
“When Lady Aurelia was crushed under that pig, who offered her a helping hand?”
“… … .”
“Why, Sister God, who loves kindness and mercy, remain silent even in this hell?”
Dale asked back.
“What a cruel goddess.”
Aurelia didn’t answer. No, she couldn’t answer.
“But I am not like that.”
So Dale answered.
“I will give you what you wish for.”
Extending his arm towards Aurelia.
“So that your actions do not end in meaningless slaughter.”
“… … !”
“I will become your god.”
Aurelia, sobbing in despair, looked at Dale’s hand.
“Come with me and let’s bring down the empire.”
There was a moment of hesitation. After hesitation, Aurelia opened her mouth.
“No amount of brainwashing will work on me.”
“… … !”
As if the rhyme just now had been a lie, indifferently. Rather, it was Dale who was holding his breath as if he was surprised.
“Confucius told me to think about it.”
But in the bloody river, the virgin Aurelia spoke.
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“──This is purely my will.”
Aurelia’s will.
“Please wrap your thread around my body.”
“… … .”
“I am ready to embrace my shadow.”
Aurelia spoke, with a nobility and determination worthy of the name of a virgin.
“Let me serve you of my own free will.”
Aurelia knelt down, blood pooling in the crimson river, up to her chin.
“In the shadows, I can be the sword that swings for you.”
As it was, he swung the sword he was holding vertically. The knight’s oath.
“Please, let me be your puppet, of my own free will.”
“… …What do you want in return?”
“The fall of the empire.”
Aurelia answered. Dale nodded silently.
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Once again, a kingdom has fallen.
The war is over.
Even in a desperate situation where they had lost nearly 50% of their troops, had the son of the Holy Sword Master been captured, and had to offer up a huge amount of military supplies…
Under the command of that very ‘Black Prince’, the royal capital Rheims fell into the hands of the imperial army.
It was truly a miraculous victory.
Officially, Charles VII was executed as a traitor to the Empire, and his head was hung in the square.
In addition, a meeting was held to decide on the treatment of ‘Virgin Aurelia’.
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Some time later, the imperial army of Burgundy was assembled.
Talks to win the war and settle issues on the island, including post-war treatment.
Fortunately, there were not many who wished for the death of the virgin. And the Holy Swordsman, who was distorted by his obsession with eugenics, had only one wish.
“Aurelia’s claim to holiness is a blasphemy against the Sistine Chapel.”
The Holy Inquisitor spoke without hiding his ugly desires like a pig.
“Please, let me pay the ‘price’ for her foolishness.”
Without even the usual pointing fingers or looking down on him, he treated him with the same politeness as a superior. He was the main character in the victory of the Imperial Army, and the object of a master-servant relationship through Geass.
“Are you planning to r**e her and have a child with her?”
“Because there can be no more convincing evidence to deny the ‘virginity of a virgin’ than taking her virginity.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
Dale muttered as if it were someone else’s business.
“Does Cardinal Nicholas agree?”
“According to the Church and Canon Law… … the ‘virgin’ who received revelations from the Goddess lost her virginity, which is unquestionable evidence of a false revelation.”
Cardinal Nicholas of the Sistine Chapel nodded.
“Based on doctrine, chastity is an essential element in the sisterhood of God in choosing ‘women’ as servants.”
A color came to the Count of Brandenburg’s face.
“That is exactly what you said.”
The Holy Sword Master raised his voice as he got up from his seat.
“Therefore, as a person who denies her holiness, there is no one more legitimate than I who holds the Holy Sword.”
A desperate struggle to get his hands on a virgin.
“Haha, how can you take away my purity with that little plow?”
Lady Scarlett laughed as if it were someone else’s business.
“Rather, aren’t you desperately trying to protect the virgin’s chastity?”
“That is exactly what you said.”
Dale nodded as if he knew that would happen. It wasn’t a joke or a mockery.
“As someone qualified to deny the holiness of the Virgin… … .”
With an extremely serious and earnest expression.
“I too cannot help but feel gravely concerned about the ‘size’ of the Count of Brandenburg.”
“I totally agree with you.”
There is nothing more ridiculous than trying to interpret religious doctrine seriously. But the weight of the Sistine Chapel in this world was not to be taken lightly.
Even the church, which still exerted influence within the empire, and the holy virgins who called themselves the saviors of the nation and gathered independence fighters, all used the name of the sister gods.
“I will do it.”
So Dale opened his mouth.
“We will take the holy virgin as a prisoner of our Saxon house and deny her holiness.”
“… … !”
“Oh my god.”
Lady Scarlett burst into laughter, as if she were enjoying herself.
“As they say, a man’s true worth cannot be judged by his appearance.”
The expression on the Holy Sword Master’s face froze coldly. The unspeakable humiliation and disgrace, and furthermore, the anxiety of not being able to lose the virgin like this, were added to it.
“How dare you, how dare you… … !”
In an instant, an aura storm that even he could not control began to rage.
The face of the Holy Swordsman began to distort into that of an animal.
“Have you forgotten?”
But Dale opened his mouth coldly.
“A geas on all operational processes of war, and further on all aspects of ‘treatment of prisoners of war.’”
“Ha, hahaha… … !”
The Holy Inquisitor bursts into laughter.
“Yes, you are right.”
After laughing, the Holy Inspector said.
“But the war is over.”
You no longer need to be bound by Geass.
“Hand the virgin over to me at once, young eldest son of Saxony.”
And this is a hostile territory, surrounded by enemies on all sides.
“If not, even if you are the eldest son of Saxony, you will not survive.”
The pig-headed man spoke. Lady Scarlett remained coldly silent.
“Oh, is that so?”
However, Dale’s expression was very indifferent in the face of the Holy Sword Inspector’s threats.
“You said the war was over?”
All I can do is take something out of my pocket.
There were two documents.
“Unfortunately, the war is not over yet.”
One was a document signed by Dale as ‘Supreme Commander of the Imperial Armies’, and the other was a document with the seal of King Charles VII of Britannia.
“This is the ‘Permanent Armistice Agreement’ concluded between our Empire and the Kingdom of Britannia.”
An indefinite armistice agreement.
“… … !”
A look of shock appears on the beast’s face.
“Apart from the victory that the Imperial Army is now boasting about, until this document is legally destroyed… … .”
──The war never ends.
“Before the oath of the gods, I say── It is not over until it is over.”
Dale sneered. The king of pigs with the face of a beast shouted in front of the divine oath that even he could not go against.
“How dare you say such nonsense… …!”
“Oh, it’s not a joke.”
The one who hurriedly interrupted his words was Cardinal Nikolai. He was the elder of the White Tower and the cardinal of the Sistine Church. At the same time, he was Dale’s puppet who had the Geass of absolute obedience engraved on him.
“Gi, according to the church law that regulates Gias… … De, Deil Prince’s words are correct.”
“Do you dare to betray the Empire now!”
Because I don’t know the weight of that act.
“Oh, don’t worry too much.”
Dale shrugged and laughed.
“This document will be destroyed as soon as I ‘safely’ enter the Duchy of Saxony.”
“… … !”
“The destruction of the documents will be carried out in the presence of Cardinal Nikolai, as will the destruction of the Geass.”
Dale said.
“The work of denying the holiness of the Virgin will also be carried out under the supervision of Cardinal Nicholas──.”
“… … !”
The title of Cardinal of the Sistine Chapel is by no means light.
That day, Dale’s puppet, who had engraved the ‘oath of absolute obedience’ in the library of hell. It was the moment when the insurance he had prepared for the inevitable finally began to shine.
“Your Majesty, you don’t have to worry too much.”
When he realized it, the Holy Swordsman was already trapped in a web that he could not escape from. And that web was not something that could be controlled by force or force.
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“Prince Dale has returned!”
“The war hero of the island of Britannia has returned!”
With a new nickname that modifies the existence and fame of the ‘Black Prince’.
“Cardinal Nicholas… … .”
The war hero of that very empire opened his mouth in the carriage heading to the dukedom.
“From now on, tell the Empire and the Holy Swordsman exactly what I say.”
To the man in front of him.
“The ‘indefinite truce’ concluded with Charles VII has been broken.”
He spread out the two documents in his hands as if showing them off.
“Furthermore, the sanctity of the Virgin was denied, and she was burned at the stake ‘after a due trial’ in the Duchy of Saxony.”
“… … Ha, Haona not yet!”
“You haven’t done anything yet?”
Dale tilted his head.
“I don’t think the Cardinal’s heart says that.”
“… … !”
Cardinal Nikolai’s expression froze at those words. It wasn’t just the Holy Swordsman who was trapped in an inescapable web.
In the inescapable spider web, Cardinal Nikolai silently bowed his head.
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The independence of the island of Britannia ended in failure.
The virgin was also denied her virginity by losing her virginity, and after a proper trial, was burned at the stake on the charge of witchcraft.
In the frozen soil of Saxony, the standard-bearer of the nation was reduced to a handful of ashes.
This was the last record of the Virgin that Nicholas, the Cardinal of the Sistine Chapel, had conveyed.
