Chapter 82 – 82. A twisted incident
The harsh atmosphere was relieved when the priest managed to please Darius.
In fact, Darius was also naturally looking for a time to vent his anger.
anyway.
“You are truly amazing.”
The priest clicked his tongue as he looked at Darius and the Northwedon garrison.
Since being defeated by Findeneye and the Scrap Metal Merchant, Darius has devoted himself solely to training, leaving the family’s affairs to Deia.
Is it because even though not a long time has passed, she has let go of the weight of being the head of the family?
The skills of the soldiers training with him grew explosively.
“They… … .”
The priest quietly points to a group dressed in rags, giggling amongst themselves in a corner.
Darius felt a drop of cold sweat running down the back of his neck, but he responded that it was no big deal.
“These are slaves from the Clark Republic.”
“Are you talking about this ethnic group?!”
I suddenly turn my head and look at Darius. Darius looked down at the priest and answered, asking what was the problem.
“Immigrant slaves know how to use guns. “Even among our fellow immigrants, there are those who sometimes bring them, so we pick them up and train them.”
“Well, that’s right.”
In fact, it was an action that would not be heard very well if it became known, but maybe it was because of Darius’ confident reaction.
The priest could not say anything and could only agree.
“They are now quite important talents for us.”
Darius said happily, looking at the scrap metal dealer. The biggest reason why the North Weden garrison was able to become so strong was because of the scrap metal dealers.
Having someone to compete with and compete with has greatly motivated me to grow.
“So what do you want from me?”
Darius, who was watching the soldiers train with his back turned, implicitly asked the priest.
The priest answered, putting his hands together as if he was waiting.
“It seems that the Commander-in-Chief is feeling quite tired while in the kingdom.”
“Ha, it’s the same. “That bastard can’t do anything right.”
The priest smiled even more as he watched Darius click his tongue in reaction.
“Also, it seems that there are people who are trying to take the life of the memorial priest.”
“… … .”
This time, Darius also keeps his mouth shut and glares at the priest. What answer will the northern giant give?
The priest’s expression immediately hardened and he swallowed his saliva.
“We can’t just let the guy who brought shame to our family die somewhere. “Even death is not his own.”
The stiff-necked giant quickly realized what the priest meant and got to the point.
They were just euphemistically saying that they were trying for their lives.
Darius responded with annoyance.
“Be honest. Deius is annoying me, I want to kill him, but he needs my help. Isn’t it like this? “He must be hiding in the palace right now.”
“Oh, well. That is… … .”
“why. Are you afraid that the god you serve is watching?”
Darius laughs at how absurd it is. He crosses his arms while shuffling.
“I will write to Deius asking him to come back to Northwedden. “It must be difficult for you to easily ignore my orders as the head of the family.”
“… … !”
“I want to kill him, but I don’t want him to die unexpectedly in a place I don’t know.”
A thick fist stained with hate and loathing is clenched.
“When the carriage arrives in North Sweden, we will prepare for the funeral right away.”
The priest bowed his head deeply as he told them to take care of themselves because he would create an environment for them.
“We will send wreaths and devotees to mourn his death together. “The gods will take care of you.”
“Tsk, what a useless thing to say.”
A priest slightly raising the corners of his mouth. Darius’s hatred toward the Celestial Priest is considerable.
Is it possible he’s lying?
To be honest, I was convinced that it was very low.
‘What kind of crazy family head would like a guy who does drugs and goes to brothels in his estate?’
Before visiting Darius, the priest traveled around the city of North Weden to collect information about the priest Deius.
trash.
Lovelace.
Drug addicts, etc.
He is literally a crazy person who has lived a life without any such thing.
If it had been any other family, they would have been kicked out a long time ago, but the priest was dumbfounded to see a series of unspeakable stories pouring out.
Now the priest decided not to think that God had chosen him. He was convinced that he had obtained his divine power through some other means.
However, there is already a trend in public opinion that he is a saint chosen by God.
After a little more time, you will eventually completely turn towards accepting the memorial service.
‘Even if I hadn’t said I could use divine power, I wouldn’t have killed him.’
Divine power has an absolute and immutable position that only saints can handle.
The saint who handles it must always be noble.
But what if Deius’s actions are spread?
It can cause damage to Deius, but on the contrary, the absoluteness of divine power is broken.
It has reached a situation where the church denies divine power with its own hands.
Deius’ ugly past is a situation where the church must actively hide it.
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But can it be hidden forever?
Should we just sit back and wait for doubts about divine power to sprout because of the existence of Deius?
In the end, there was only one thing they could do.
Assassinate Deius.
If we don’t do it now, Deius will eventually become like an old tree standing in the same position as a saint.
Even if he was suspected of being an assassin and was bleeding, Deius was someone who had to be pulled out now.
Because once you kill the person involved, you can somehow make up a story.
Of course, there are people who take Deius’ side and want to acknowledge him. They, led by saints, are called the moderate faction.
‘That’s nonsense.’
A warlock comforts the soul?
Don’t talk like a dog.
‘Do you really want us to play in your wicked hands?’
This is an ordeal.
An ordeal given to them by God to uncover the truth and exorcise the devil.
“Oh God.”
The priest closed his eyes and simply chanted God’s name.
“… … .”
Darius was glaring at him with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.
* * *
While I was staying at Gray Pond, a luxurious office was provided by the royal family for me as a memorial officer.
In fact, I said that there was no need to give me an office because I was planning to return to Lovern Academy once the situation was resolved.
King Orpheus said that it was important to prepare a place like this in advance, so he gave me a luxurious room.
A total of three people came to this office.
Saint Lucia Saint.
younger sister, Deia Verdi.
Lastly, the maid Findenai.
Lucia and Findenai were sitting on the sofa in the room and listening to the story.
Deia was relaying to me what she had heard from Darius yesterday via communication.
“So, a letter from Darius will arrive soon. “Let’s get ready to leave.”
The bishops’ plan to assassinate me. I planned to use that in reverse to catch those who were trying to assassinate me.
“Take this carriage and return to North Weden.”
“… … “I’m from Graypond.”
Deia shamelessly crosses her arms and turns her head. I think I really liked Gray Pond.
“After this incident, there will be a complete breakdown with the bishops. Of course, since I’m there, I can’t cause any direct damage, but there will definitely be some inconvenience.”
“… … .”
“There will also be pressure coming into North Sweden. “It would be difficult for Darius to solve the problem on his own without you.”
“Ha, is the vacation over now?”
Deia’s shoulders slump in disappointment. I look at her and add a word to her.
“The female maid of North Weden is more beautiful than the maid of honor in Greypond.”
“… … “Aren’t you happy to hear that from me?”
Even as she says that, Deia turns around and walks out.
“I’m going to pack my bags to go back to North Sweden, so please bring me a souvenir or something.”
Looking at Deia’s back as she left, I shook my head. The sight of her ticking away really made me feel like I was dealing with a younger sister.
“I see.”
Finden Eye is convinced as he leans back on the sofa and looks at the ceiling.
I wondered if he was going to say something trashy because it was so random, but I wasn’t curious.
“So you liked me for living in an archaic place beyond the wilds of the Clark Republic?”
“Findenai, that’s a disease.”
“Anyway, the owner doesn’t know jokes. “It’s called Black Joke.”
“Ahem.”
Lucia seemed to show signs of our conversation getting longer, so she cleared her throat and interrupted.
The expression on her face was full of concern.
“Please, I hope we are not connected to many factions.”
I don’t know how many hardliners are trying to assassinate me.
“It’s the opposite of me.”
Since I was calm, I opened the book next to me and answered.
“I hope as many messengers of God as possible are aiming for my head.”
* * *
A week later.
An unmarked carriage leaving the main gate of Gray Pond.
After receiving the letter from Margrave Darius, the envoy Deius has no choice but to head to North Weden at the orders of the head of the family.
In order to move as secretly as possible, it was no different from an ordinary carriage, and they boarded the carriage with their faces covered outside the royal palace.
Thanks to that, Deia’s butt was sore from the rattling noise, perhaps because the carriage was cheap.
“cadet.”
At the same time, he was prepared to take out the magic power gun at his waist at any time.
The moment when Gray Pond disappeared beyond the horizon from the carriage window.
Heehee!
When the robbers appear in front of the carriage, the coachman pulls on the reins of the horse, and the carriage stops because of his urgency.
Masked assassins blocked the front of the carriage. Each one holds a cross-shaped dagger and makes the sign of the cross.
“Deius Verdi, the wicked warlock, come out and receive heavenly punishment.”
Assassins approaching with great strides. They seemed to have no intention of hiding that they were from the church because they sincerely believed that they were doing the right thing.
Or maybe he’s planning to kill all the witnesses.
Sigh.
The carriage door opened and Deia came out.
“Are they church assassins?”
Perhaps aware of Findeneye, a large number of assassins continued to pop out from between the nearby trees.
It seemed like they decided that with this number, even if they couldn’t kill Findeneye, they could tie up his feet and assassinate Deius.
“Sister of the wicked warlock. It may have been a plan to destroy the Griffin Kingdom, but today. God’s severe punishment has come.”
Assassins approaching with great strides.
The carriage is completely surrounded, the dagger in his hand glows coolly, and the mana fluctuates for a moment as if there is a wizard.
“Hmm.”
A man’s yawn is heard from inside the carriage, alleviating the tension that had been tense.
A man with his face covered by a robe looked around at the assassins and answered.
“The plan is to destroy the Griffin Kingdom. “I’m really curious about that.”
“uh?”
Some of the assassins let out an exclamation, perhaps because they thought it was a voice they had heard before.
Of course I thought it was Deius Verdi, but upon closer inspection, he had a better physique.
“by the way.”
Swish.
The man takes off his robe and his brilliant blonde hair comes out into the world.
The hands of the assassins who came with the goal of killing the warlock according to God’s will lose strength, and the dagger slowly lowers.
“The way I see it, you guys who are trying to assassinate me, the King of the Griffins, are much more evil people?”
The owner of the griffin nest.
A wise young king who is currently building absolute royal authority through collaboration with Deius Verdi.
King Orpheus grinned and looked at them one by one.
“ah.”
The assassins have now realized that the situation is wrong.
Now they are not executioners carrying out God’s judgment.
He suddenly realizes that he has been transformed into a high treason criminal who is trying to assassinate the king of a country.
Orpheus said with a grin.
“If you kneel now, I won’t show you the slightest mercy.”
The assassins began to notice each other due to their truly coercive attitude.
They are not experts who are paid to assassinate key figures.
They were martyrs who simply believed in God and stood up with their swords for their faith.
Assassinate the king, Orpheus, rather than the edict, Deius?
It is impossible for even religious leaders to handle that much.
Because they had no intention of doing that in the first place.
“I-I never meant to do that!”
As soon as one person begins to kneel, everyone lines up, kneels, and bows to the king.
Seeing them like that, King Orpheus smiled with satisfaction.
“I understand your loyalty. “I was thinking that maybe the owner who sent you was a rude person who is still holding a noble meeting.”
“… … yes?”
Aristocracy?
What does that mean?
The assassins looked like they couldn’t understand what was being said.
“They must be wicked people who enriched the territory and exploited profits as if they dared to challenge the kingship.”
A deep smile is drawn on Orpheus’s lips.
Watching the assassins’ poses made me feel like I was appreciating a work of art created by Deius Verdi.
Unfortunately.
Their martyrdom for God will be tarnished and tarnished, and will be exploited for political purposes to the greatest extent possible.
Deius had no intention of ending this incident as simply an assassination of a memorial priest.
The assassination incident was merely a stepping stone. It goes to nobles who are full of greed or high-ranking officials who secretly negotiate with other countries.
The sly anger of King Orpheus, who suddenly became a victim, will spread to nobles across the continent, and they will have no choice but to be nervous.
“There is no need to say anything. “I know everything.”
It was the moment when the motivation was created to unleash the king’s iron fist, full of false anger, against the insects that were eating away at the kingdom.
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