Chapter 100 – 100. Land of Artists
Quack!
Two heads rolling on the floor. A blow so clean that it feels awkward to have been alive just a moment ago.
“Ah, student Aria!”
Erica, who was standing behind, shouted in surprise, but Aria paid no attention and walked towards their bodies.
Erica couldn’t leave her like that. She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Aria’s shoulder.
“why.”
A voice that is extremely grave.
Even though he is fully aware that he has just killed someone, he doesn’t seem to hesitate at all.
Even if this situation were to happen again, this girl would probably repeat the same behavior.
Erica’s response was so confident that she was at a loss for words.
Like drawing paper that has already been stained, I am confident that no matter what I do to the girl, her appearance will not change.
“Just stay still. “It’s all for Professor Deius.”
“Do you really think he’ll be happy about this?”
“It would be nice if you were happy. But even if that’s not the case, it doesn’t really matter.”
The firm conviction that lies in Aria’s calm and assertive voice. But the root of that belief was anxiety and trauma.
“Professor Deius, you need to become stronger. So much so that no one, no one, dares touch it.”
Aria should not simply become strong alone. No matter how much she is, she cannot always protect her deius.
And he probably doesn’t want that either.
So Deius Verdi must become stronger.
Even in situations where Aria cannot protect him, he is able to protect himself.
So much so that I can’t even imagine anyone daring to aim for his neck.
“For that, I don’t mind if the professor frowns for a moment.”
“Just a moment? Do you think this is an issue that can be overlooked so easily?”
“I don’t know about you.”
Aria replies with a sly smile.
“The professor doesn’t abandon me. “I can’t throw it away.”
I don’t know what the reason is, though.
The sincerity toward Aria that Deius Verdi showed in the first episode was not something she received because she did something special.
From the beginning, Deius cherished Arya.
Infinite consideration, teaching, and patience without compensation. An understanding person who can see through oneself at any time.
Aria always remembered it, engraved it in her heart, and would never forget it.
“It means that you don’t hate me even if you take a few corpses like this.”
Aria smiles again when she thinks of him. The moment she smiles happily and reaches out to her body.
Quack!
The face that had been cut off suddenly opens its mouth wide and hangs down, biting her hand.
A sudden surprise attack.
The face said that it was going to rip off Aria’s fingers and it moved its teeth violently and made a crunching sound.
“under!”
Aria puts down the sword as if to throw it away, grabs the teeth of her face with her other hand, and opens her mouth.
Kkuddeukdeuk!
A face with its mouth torn in half by the power of Aria mixed with mana.
The man’s body, with its head cut off, was thrown to the floor with a crash and cruel crash.
My body started shaking.
Soon, dozens of snake heads began pouring out from around the neck towards the two people.
“this!”
Aria was in a hurry, so she raised her sword and swung it. A moment later, she remembered that she also had to protect Professor Erica, who was next to her.
The professor was quite quick to use light magic to protect himself.
“I’m a monster surgeon! “I heard there were a few people in Dante, but I didn’t know he was one of them.”
“A monster surgeon?!”
Erica exclaims in admiration at the unfamiliar name. However, her palm was already surrounded by a yellow sphere that would be shot towards the enemy.
Erica swung her hand wide as if throwing a ball at the shower of snakes.
The sphere melted the snakes and dug deep inside, soon bursting out in front of the enemy’s main body, pouring out brilliant light.
The smoke from the explosion spreads, and Aria runs into it with her great sword raised.
I didn’t really like the fighting style that worked well with Erica.
The fact that the opponent was a monster surgeon made Aria’s mouth water.
If it was a difficult enemy, it was definitely a difficult enemy.
A being so rare that it cannot be compared to necromancers or necromancers.
Beyond talent, this is an area that requires additional talent.
so that.
“It wasn’t just a tonic, it was long-aged wild ginseng?”
Aria couldn’t hold back the twisted smile that came out.
The more difficult the enemy, the more helpful it will be to Deius, who can deal with the dead.
“I don’t know which is the main body, so the body and the neck. “I’ll have to take them both!”
Her sword was swung mercilessly in the emotion of love.
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“it’s okay. God will fully understand how you feel.”
A white-haired nun wearing a nun’s uniform gives a small smile. Then her guard, who was standing in her way, stuck out her plump lips and was delighted.
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The beauty of the nun was ranked among the top five among the security guards who watched countless people passing by here.
“I guess so.”
“Yes, so don’t worry.”
The soft smile was different from my usual image, but it wasn’t awkward, so I snorted in bewilderment.
“Phew.”
Illuania, who was driving the carriage, could not stand it anymore, covered her mouth with both hands and lowered her head.
Seeing his shoulders shaking, he looked quite happy.
Findenai deserves praise for giving a new mother something to smile about as she buries her head in her thighs for fear of getting caught.
“Now then, shall we pray for a moment?”
okay.
That’s Finden Eye.
Findeneye, along with the security guard, began to pray with his hands clasped and his eyes closed.
The revealing maid’s clothes she usually wore were dirty, so she wore the nun’s clothes she received from the Elia Convent.
“Goddess Hertia, who is in charge of hearth and fire, is watching us today.”
[Are you doing better than you think?]
“I heard that in the Clark Republic, camouflage is essential for resistance members to hide their identities.”
[So, is that so? It’s amazing how people change so drastically.]
The dark spirit looked at him curiously, nodding his head with his arms crossed.
After peeking out the carriage window, I turn my head back inside and focus my attention on the book.
When he was told he was being searched, he suddenly made a fuss and said he would step in, so he was confident.
In fact, there was no need to deceive. As long as I let people know that I am a memorial person, the door will naturally open and the market will come.
However, there is a possibility that assassins sent by bishops and nobles are still looking for me.
It wasn’t difficult to deal with, but there was no need to tag along.
In that sense, Findenai’s actions may be helpful in some way.
‘I guess I just wanted to do it.’
Findeneye would rather have assassins come, so it seems like she just wanted to try her hand at acting as a nun when she stepped forward now.
“The Goddess will protect you. “Fire in your sword, passion in your heart, and stability in your mind.”
As soon as the prayer was over, the guard thanked Findenai and tried to let the carriage in.
In the case of nuns, the guards do not bother to unpack their luggage.
This was due to the belief that the gods might be displeased and that the nuns could not possibly have illegal items.
Of course, she had to have a name plate to prove she was a nun, but Findenai prayed for her in the name of leaving it behind.
“And brother.”
“yes yes?!”
I thought it was over now, but Finden Eye added another word.
I felt sorry for the security guard who answered brightly and with a lot of force in his voice, just in case.
“Are you a smoker? “There is a strong smell of tobacco on my body.”
“ah! “S-sorry!”
At the guard who was embarrassed and started shaking off his armor with his hands, Findeneye smiled slightly and continued talking.
“God didn’t tell us not to smoke, but it is a useless thing. “I am worried that some kind of strain may come to your body.”
[You also have an amazing maid, don’t you?]
“I’m very excited.”
I wondered where he learned to lie so shamelessly.
Just five minutes ago, the woman was whining and begging for the carriage to stop because she wanted to smoke her cigarette.
She pretends to be a nun and preaches that smoking tobacco is harmful to the body.
“Give it to me. “I will take responsibility for disposing of it.”
“Ah, but… … It’s a high-end product… .”
“Are you really going to make me sad?”
At the sound of a slightly watery voice, I suddenly turn my head and look out the window again.
I wondered if that woman was even acting like she was crying.
But of course, not a single drop of water fell from the blood-red eyes. She’s just pretending to be sad by distorting her face.
“Oh, I understand. What you said is correct, Sister. “It’s completely useless.”
“You are wise.”
“If I keep it, I will eventually get my hands on it again. “I believe that the nun will take responsibility and dispose of it.”
“Goddess Hertia will also be pleased.”
Findenai, holding the tobacco, turns around. The sound of her footsteps was heard, and as she got on, her carriage started moving again.
Findenai, wearing a nun’s uniform, immediately smiles and proudly holds out a candle.
“Master, look at this! What a mess! “If you’re a nun, you can even get tobacco for free!”
“… … .”
“Mmm! Look at this! It must be a really expensive item! “It smells good!”
The sight of him closing his eyes and savoring the tobacco by holding it right up to his nostril is very impressive.
“Oh, I’d like to taste some free tobacco. “Is there nowhere to fill it?”
Findeneye, who satisfies his appetite and stuffs tobacco into the inner pocket where nuns carry the rosary.
[If the guard saw it earlier, he would cry. The illusion is broken. I might curse God.]
The dark spirit shakes his head in bewilderment.
done.
Trying to understand FindenEye was more difficult than I thought, so I decided to just do it.
I wasn’t fighting as a leader against a crazy country called the Clark Republic for nothing.
The name of the city we arrived at after crossing the gate was Claren.
It was a city that had developed to a degree similar to Lovern where the Academy was located, but the buildings themselves were somewhat old.
A land of artists, with a focus on traditional culture and tourism, and always filled with music, dance, painting, and sculpture.
In my experience, artists are often associated with evil spirits or monsters.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m locked in a room or because I talk to myself a lot.
If it weren’t for Lucia’s letter, the first place we headed to would have been here, not the Elia Convent.
[Hey, Deius?]
The dark spirit cautiously called out to me while I was concentrating on the book I was reading, thinking that it was just a cityscape anyway.
“hmm?”
When I glance at her to ask what’s going on, my trembling finger points right behind the carriage.
“her.”
The back of the carriage was so chaotic that I had to let out a sigh of relief.
Like stray cats roaming the streets.
A variety of bizarre monsters were following the carriage, drooling like animals rushing toward their prey.
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