How to survive as a loser in the Yoo Seong-geom family
Episode 132
The beginning of a long night (2)
The night of the 13th parish when the red moon rose.
A dozen or so people of all ages and genders were kneeling on the cracked, dry ground.
“Ugh… … What on earth did we do wrong to deserve this! We even sold all our worldly possessions to pay the full tribute!”
The thin, middle-aged man at the front of the kneeling group shouted as if spitting out blood.
“huh?”
“We don’t know that.”
The siblings in the weasel masks, Emu and It, who had been looking down at them with their arms crossed, simultaneously opened their mouths and raised their feet.
Soon, a black shadow fell over the face of the trembling middle-aged man.
“Ah, ahh… … .”
A groan escaped the man’s mouth as he sensed his fate.
Was it the last courage of a man who was on the verge of death? The tearful man shouted at the weasel siblings.
“You deserve this kind of punishment! How dare you talk about being the representative of the great god… … .”
Phew-!
The man’s words could not be continued until the end. The siblings’ kick, which was imbued with dazzling divine power, shattered the man’s head into pieces.
“ah.”
“Dead.”
Thud thud thud-
The blood drained from the faces of the remaining parishioners, who were covered in the pouring rain.
Ji-i-ik-
The siblings, who had wiped the dirt off their feet by rubbing them on the ground, smiled and counted the number of remaining residents.
“One, two, three… … There are still ten left.”
“Should this be enough? Phew… … This is frustrating.”
“me too.”
The siblings who kicked the ownerless torso took off their weasel masks.
The parishioners all held their breaths as they saw their faces clearly revealed in the moonlight.
“Three-eyed… … twins?”
The two siblings, who looked exactly like each other, had an extra small eye on their foreheads.
Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
The third eyeball, which opened and closed its eyelids at a speed that was twice that of other people, was constantly repeating irregular movements like a marble bouncing back and forth.
Among the parishioners who were watching them with pale faces, an elderly man opened his mouth with a trembling voice.
“Three-eyed and less than 100cm tall… … Could it be that you two… … are the Kamaitachi siblings?”
“huh?”
“I guess you know us, so you’re from the 13th parish? Is your grandfather also from an ethnic minority?”
“It seems like it’s been a while since we’ve been active, but you still remember us. Thank you.”
“Yes, how can someone like you belong to the church… … and you’re definitely being captured by the Knights Templar… … .”
The old man shuddered as he recalled memories from several years ago. The northeastern part of the continent where ethnic minorities reside.
Even in peaceful times, there was a pair of siblings who were notorious in that lawless area, always infested with bandits.
They were the three-eyed twins standing before my eyes, known to the world as the Kamaitachi siblings.
A peculiar appearance with a unique brutality that allows it to attack travelers and tear their limbs apart, and a strange characteristic of having three eyes.
In addition, these siblings, who were armed with a force that no ordinary knight could even lay a hand on, were eventually captured by the Knights Templar dispatched from the central religious order and were imprisoned in the lowest level of the dungeon for the rest of their lives.
It must have been so.
Those who were notorious throughout the northeastern continent returned as heretic inquisitors known as the Executors of Radiance.
The siblings, looking down at the trembling old man, simultaneously twitched the corners of their lips.
“Ahh… … That?”
“I have been pardoned. By the command of the Great Light.”
“That’s ridiculous… … Die! You guys!”
In that moment, the old man jumped up from his seat and quickly waved his hand towards Emu, the older of the Kamaitachi siblings.
In his hand he held a well-sharpened dagger.
Even from an objective standpoint, he was an old man with considerable skill, surpassing the level of a mid-level knight.
But even the lightning-quick movements of the old man could not escape the third eye of Emu and It.
“Hey, I think Grandpa used to be able to do it too, but not to this extent.”
The old man’s wrist, caught in It’s small hand, was twisted in a strange direction.
The dagger the old man was holding fell to the ground, and a metallic clang reverberated through the silence of the night.
“Ugh… … .”
Itchi locked eyes with the groaning old man, pulled out a cold awl from his side, and thrust it into his eyes.
“Which side should I stab first? Left? Right?”
“These guys… … If only I were a little younger… … .”
Tears flowed from the old man’s dry eyes. They were tears not of fear, but of pure anger.
“Huh? The tear on the right side fell first!”
“Then, the right one wins!”
“No, Sister. You have to stab the other side first.”
Either way, the Kamaitachi siblings were teasing the old man calmly.
“Then, let’s go left.”
“good!”
At that moment, the awl of the sword slowly approached the old man’s left eye.
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Taang-!!!
A loud gunshot rang out in the darkness, and the awl in It’s hand fell to the ground, leaving its owner’s hand.
Soon after, a bright woman’s voice reached the ears of the two siblings.
“How about leaving it at that?”
“Huh?”
“you?”
What caught the eyes of the siblings who simultaneously turned their heads toward the direction where the gunshots were heard.
A woman with short blue hair, sitting on a dried tree branch and waving her feet. It was Mephisto.
* * *
“Very well. Let’s leave those two to Mephisto… … and we’ll find the remaining Inquisitors who are stationed near the central temple.”
After Mephisto, under my instructions, disappeared towards the ferret siblings.
As I was giving instructions to Isabelle, I heard Sophia’s displeased voice in my ear.
“I am in command of this operation, so why are you giving the orders?”
This guy, he’s secretly greedy for the captain’s seat. Is it his pride as a Royal Knight Commander?
“Then, we will follow, so you give the orders, Captain.”
“Ahem. Now, I will search for and eliminate the heretic inquisitors stationed near the central temple.”
You’re going to end up saying the same thing as me. Anyway… … Tsk.
As he was looking at Sophia with pitiful eyes, who turned her head away and cleared her throat as if she was embarrassed herself, he heard Isabelle’s worried voice.
“But Miss Gina. Are you sure you’ll be okay alone, Miss Mephisto? There will be two opponents… … and their skills that I saw during the day were definitely not average. Even if it’s just me, I’ll have to go and provide support… … .”
“I know they’re not normal, but it doesn’t really matter. If anything, you’d only be a nuisance if you got involved.”
“… … What does that mean? Does it mean that I am inferior to Miss Mephisto?”
“No, no. That’s not what I meant.”
Isabelle narrowed her eyes, her pride seeming hurt by my words. I waved my hand at her and raised my head with a smile.
Maybe it was because of the red-tinted moon, but the night sky was unusually pitch-black, with almost no stars.
“Now that darkness has descended, there are few who can gain the upper hand against Mephisto. Even the First Lord will have to give in to Mephisto in the darkness.”
“What the… … nonsense… … .”
Isabelle muttered, looking down in disbelief.
It might have been a natural reaction for her, having not witnessed the battle with Brother Pierre.
‘Obviously… … He is the best in the family when it comes to intuition. No, even his brother, who is closest to the best on the continent, was unable to catch Mephisto, who was hiding in the darkness.’
Since I knew the situation better than anyone else, I wasn’t particularly worried.
Rather, it was Sophia and Isabelle who were the ones who were worried.
The strength of the pig mask that had been fighting during the day was by no means inferior to Isabelle’s.
The wolf mask that referred to itself as Enra was so skilled at wielding a pair of chain scythes that it surpassed even Sophia, one of the commanders of the Royal Knights.
In addition to that.
We haven’t even figured out the power of the one guy who hasn’t revealed himself to us yet.
‘That guy who doesn’t show his face… … If he’s someone I met while playing Disa, he’d be the most difficult opponent… … .’
As I walked towards the central temple, I thought of the last heretic inquisitor who had not yet revealed himself.
Wheeeeeeeeeek-
A heavy, huge shadow flew towards us.
Just as I was about to reflexively draw my sword, Isabelle took a step forward and swung her fist straight ahead.
Kwaang!
The black shadow that collided with Isabelle’s fist shattered into pieces, scattering fragments in all directions.
“log……?”
The shadow that flew toward us was a giant log.
As I took my eyes off the shattered log, I saw the figure of a giant standing guard on the road leading to the central shrine of the 13th parish.
“As expected… … He said he’d come looking for us, and it’s just as he expected.”
It was a man wearing a pig mask with hideous patches here and there, as if it were made of patched leather.
“Oh. That wolf bastard, he’s quicker than I thought.”
Boom-
As I smiled and nodded, the pig mask again pulled up a large tree by the roadside with both hands. It was a strength that was hard to believe even when I saw it with my own eyes.
“Isabel, I think you’re the one for me.”
“Why is it that I always get to deal with stronger opponents?”
“You’re not only strong, you’re also powerful. Come on, come on. Go ahead and give me a punch. Quickly.”
“… … Huh. Can’t be helped.”
Isabelle let out a small snort and walked forward, grabbing the window.
“I don’t know who you are, but I will make sure to repay you for the humiliation you suffered during the day.”
“One person is not enough. Let’s do it together.”
“I have no intention of attacking an opponent who has broken his little finger twice.”
“Those minor injuries have long since healed. You woman, come with me. Or else I’ll just run away.”
The pig mask, clutching a log in one hand, extended its finger and pointed at Sophia.
If the two of you don’t attack me, I’ll get out of here…
The guy who seemed to know exactly that our goal was to kill all of them was making threats that weren’t threats.
That must have been an idea that came out of that guy named En.
“The pride of the Royal Knights… … damn it.”
Sophia, who suddenly found herself facing the pig mask together with Isabelle, drew her sword with a voice full of discontent.
“I have two opponents, so the remaining one can pass.”
The pig mask glanced at Sophia and turned its body slightly as if telling me to pass by.
‘No matter how many times I listen to it, it’s a familiar voice… … Who is it?’
I passed by him and tried to recall his memories, but nothing particularly stood out.
As I passed him by and walked towards the half-collapsed central temple.
Kwaang-!!!
A crash loud enough to shake the earth erupted from behind.
* * *
Kwaang- Kwaang-
It seemed as if a fierce clash of power was taking place. Even though there was quite a distance between Isabelle and Sophia, the loud noise continued to be heard.
“Whew… … Still, it’s fortunate that he pointed to Sophia. Is this what they call a blessing in disguise? Or is it just unexpected luck?”
If a situation arises where you need to use 100% of your strength, you will have no choice but to return your reduced muscles to their original state and take out Stormbringer.
For that reason, Sophia’s existence was the biggest obstacle. I thought it was a bit lucky that the pig mask pointed her out along with Isabelle.
“By the way, they’re f*cking vicious… … Damn. They were vicious in-game, too, but not to this extent… … .”
As we got closer to the central temple, the number of corpses lying on the ground increased proportionally.
They were corpses that all bore traces of terrible torture.
“Those damn kids… … This is definitely something else that was involved.”
The most likely candidate to do this was the Puppet Marionette, the Apostle of Iscariot whom I had met before coming here.
However, there was one flaw in this reasoning: it was questionable whether a puppet, an apostle of the evil god, could possibly command an inquisitor who hunted heretics and demons.
‘Only the Archbishop and the Holy King can exercise command over the Inquisitor… … Considering the circumstances so far, it is clear that the Holy King is missing, not dead. That means there was some trick on the Archbishop’s side… … .’
As my thoughts continued to follow one another, my mind began to become increasingly complicated.
While I was making various hypotheses and continuing to infer about the current state of the Holy Kingdom and the behavior of the Heretic Inquisitors, I soon arrived in front of the half-ruined central temple.
The central shrine looks even more eerie under the red moonlight.
In the middle of it all was an old man tied to a crucifix, a torture device favored by the Inquisitors.
An old man whose face was covered in blood, but who seemed to still be alive, breathing thinly.
“Bishop? Are you okay?!”
At that moment, I was flying in a panic when I discovered the golden rosary, the episcopal symbol, hanging around his neck.
Chorrrrrr-
A man wearing a wolf mask appeared in the dark corner of the temple, accompanied by the familiar friction of metal chains.
“That’s it. I can’t tolerate you approaching the sinner any more.”
I stopped walking and met his gaze, then quietly drew my sword and twisted the corners of my mouth.
“Oh, it was you?”
Chorrrrrrrr-
Instead of an answer, a chain sickle covered in dried blood flew towards my head.
