Episode 406
“When it comes to carrying out a mission as a hero, each of us takes on a role, either willingly or involuntarily.”
Araxad.
The role model who had the greatest influence on the character of Luzadran coming into the world, and a trustworthy senior from the Corrupted…
I was thinking about a conversation I had with this man when I was staying in the North.
“Since the roles are different, the tasks that each person must perform are also different. The level of difficulty is bound to be different. However, I do not think that the roles assigned to me are of equal importance.”
“… … .”
Whenever I listened to Araxad’s pleasant low and middle tones, I felt a strange sense of foreboding.
For now, I didn’t think too deeply about the cause, but listened to the next words.
I feel like if I just listen carefully, I’ll be able to understand it naturally.
“If the mission is a machine, we are the parts that make up that machine. And the larger and more precise the machine, the more easily it breaks down even if a very small part is missing. Some people say it is a simple task, and sneer at it as a cowardly mission that would not even risk their lives, but these elements accumulate one by one and sustain us. It is thanks to their hard work that we can fight and risk our lives.”
“… … .”
“Ramon would have known that too.”
It was only then that I realized what the feeling of discomfort was.
Araksad resembles the fourth executioner.
Although he looked completely different, he had a very similar vibe, speech, and way of thinking to Arang.
Only then did I understand why I had felt attracted to this man and trusted him from the first time we met.
The fact that he had a similar mindset to the death penalty also meant that he was someone I could respect.
Of course, I can’t help but like him and trust him.
“Then, was it because the role given to him this time required him to risk his life that Senior Ramon died?”
“I don’t know. Only he himself can know what his final mission is. Naturally, only he can decide whether to risk his life or not.”
“… … .”
“But the mission in the north was a success, and we can now evaluate Ramon.”
Araksad looked at me.
“What do you think? From what you’ve seen of him the last time, Ramon has done his job perfectly.”
“… Of course.”
Before I could even think, my mouth opened on its own.
“You did an excellent job, beyond compare.”
* * *
I saw Verita.
Why is Goblin Senior’s face superimposed on this guy’s face right now?
We already know that Verita is a guy who doesn’t talk nonsense.
He is not a great man who would simply impulsively say that he would give up his life. He probably thought about it for a long time before making that decision.
but…….
“Let’s hear it first. What is a special constitution?”
I have the right to know this much.
Because I too am in a position where I have to risk my life for this operation.
Ultimately, it’s hard to completely trust this guy’s plan without knowing Betira’s thoughts.
“that…….”
Verita hesitated for a moment, then opened and closed her lips repeatedly, which was somewhat refreshing.
Has this guy ever hesitated to answer my question?
“hmm…….”
Even as Verita hesitated for a moment, screams rang out from all over the punishment cell.
The screams have now passed the 7th floor and reached the 8th floor, and the top is the 20th floor.
Judging by the speed of advance, it is by no means a situation with much leeway.
Verita also realized that fact and opened her mouth with a soft sigh.
“To talk about that, I first need to explain my pupils.”
“Are you talking about the left eye? The one that glows golden?”
“Yes, this is the ‘Eye of Uriel.’”
“… … .”
I frowned at the name Uriel and asked.
“Wasn’t that the name of a sword?”
“You probably mistook it for ‘Michael’. Its official name is ‘Michael’s Hand’ and it is a famous sword that is the heirloom of Badniker. The sword must have played a significant role in the many feats that the Black Elf Kuset achieved in the past.”
“… … .”
I just found out.
I thought it was just a simple sacred object passed down through generations, but it had a much more mysterious history than I had imagined.
I even heard its origin from Verita.
“Of course, ‘Uriel’s Eye’, contrary to its name, was once a divine object in the form of a jewel.”
Verita said, covering her left eye with her palm as was her habit.
“Now it is no longer a metaphorical meaning, but a true pupil of the eye.”
“Does that mean there are more things like that in this world?”
“Yes. In addition to these two, the ‘Skull of Gabriel’ and the ‘Heart of Raphael’ are collectively called [Archangel’s Relics] – the whereabouts of the remaining two relics are currently unknown.”
“archangel.”
Somehow the feeling of the word rolling on my tongue feels unfamiliar.
In a world where demons exist so clearly, records of angels are scarce.
Because it is not a legend, but a being that can only be found by going into the realm of myth… In modern times, the word angel is nothing more than a symbol.
At the same time, I realized another thing.
Why did Verita, a colorless believer, develop the ability to sense the instruments of her followers… a trait that only a natural enemy of the devil would have?
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“Angels are the symbol of exorcism. Nowadays, when we hear that word, it is difficult for anyone to imagine a specific image. However, ironically, there was a country that studied angels the most deeply in the past.”
“Where?”
“This is Setitus.”
“ah…….”
A voice came out that was either a sigh or something else.
Cetitus, called the evil empire.
The country that was destroyed by the Great Brother while conducting research on another world seems to have spread its footprints into more diverse fields than I had thought.
‘Is this why Leone called me?’
If I had nothing else to do and went straight to the land where Setitus was… … .
I had a feeling that Leone might have been touring places like ancient ruins and telling us about the secret truths of this world.
‘The empire of evil… … .’
We now know full well that Setitus was a country on the verge of decay and collapse.
Looking at the way he returned, he probably had a deep connection with the church.
If their true colors were devil worshippers, it is no wonder that they studied the existence of angels in depth.
Because the first step to defeating your natural enemy is to study your opponent thoroughly.
‘then…….’
What would have happened to Verita, who had the eyes of an angel, in the land of devil worshippers?
It was only then that I realized why Verita had followed the ambassador and me, a colorless priest…
I felt like I had caught a glimpse of that unknown source of trust.
“Tangtata has been consistently ‘consuming’ other races. Its identity as Angsin is simply enduring such side effects, and its body must have accumulated a considerable amount of toxins. In that state, adding me, the ‘Eye of Uriel’, will be the decisive blow.”
“Then why don’t you just take out the eyes and feed them to them?”
“That is impossible. Uriel’s eyes have already been bonded with mine. Didn’t you see it too, brother? My eyes are regenerating.”
“ah.”
That happened too. It was a scene I wanted to forget so much that I forgot about it for a while.
[Ohho, hohohoho… … !]
At that moment, the eerie laughter was heard again.
Tangtata’s location is now on the 14th floor.
Time is running out.
The hourglass is dripping with corn, but no sharp ideas come to mind.
So should I accept this guy’s plan? I don’t feel like it either.
But when I was about to open my mouth, Araxad’s voice flashed through my mind.
– Because only he himself can know what his final mission is.
– Of course, only you can decide whether to risk your life or not.
Do I, a mere stranger, have the right to blindly oppose this guy’s opinion?
I guess what I can do here is to respect and pay tribute to this guy’s decision.
At the same time, these thoughts also felt like excuses.
If Verita can destroy the Demon King even if she dies, then that would be more reasonable… … .
Anyway, I didn’t force him, and he was the one who offered his life first, so why don’t I just pretend I didn’t see it?
‘What the hell.’
My mouth feels rough.
A dirty aftertaste lingers on the tip of my tongue.
“Brother, it’s all my choice.”
Verita said.
As if to ease my hesitation.
“… … .”
The moment I heard those words, I felt like my head was going to explode.
After all, it is only he who decides when to ‘use’ his own life. So wouldn’t it be an abuse of power to infringe on that right?
“okay.”
When I nodded, Verita smiled as well.
“Well then, since we don’t have much time, let’s go quickly.”
He speaks as if he wants to go out for a drink since he is going to give up his life.
“Hey, Verita.”
“yes?”
I grabbed Verita just before she left and shook my head.
Because I thought that it was not something I should say to a guy who had already decided to die.
“… No. I’ll tell you later.”
“Oh, yes.”
Verita nodded with a puzzled look on her face.
Even though I’m a guy who habitually spouts out bad language, I couldn’t say something like that to a guy who had just decided to die.
also.
What I’m saying is that I don’t think I can become close with you.
* * *
The 19th floor was chosen by Verita as the location for the final battle.
I decided to wait on the top floor, right above it.
Since I didn’t have time to plan the operation in detail, I just drew up a rough outline.
Verita fights Tangtata, inflicting as much damage as possible on him, and if possible, dragging him towards the hole that the Demon King made when he fell.
And the moment Tangtata eats Berita, I throw myself down the hole and attack Tangtata.
There may be more victims because of the place, but we don’t have the luxury of worrying about that.
I can only hope that those who heard the broadcast will shout ‘ice’ on their own.
‘Do we still have time?’
Since the lower floor was strangely quiet, I decided to explore the top floor in the meantime.
I’m talking about a chimney that leads to the outside.
I was able to find the location quickly thanks to what I heard from Jishal.
I looked into the dark interior and immediately frowned.
When on earth was it last cleaned? The internal situation was worse than I thought. There was a foul smell, dust, rust, and soot…
Of course, structurally the inside of a chimney cannot be clean, but this is a bit serious.
The biggest problem of all was that the chimney seemed narrower than expected.
‘I can’t even fit this in half.’
Not only is it not comparable to Lujan’s body size, it’s also not comparable to Luzard’s.
Of all the guys I know, the only one who can pass through here is Mir, right?
Is that why Tangtata was so relaxed?
Because there doesn’t seem to be anyone who can escape from the only escape route?
“… … .”
Then, suddenly, it occurred to me that this top floor was too quiet.
Of course, all the guards and prisoners who are still alive will sense the change and be quiet as if they were dead… … .
Aren’t there people on the top floor who don’t have to be concerned about such things?
I looked around the top floor, which had become suddenly quiet, and then I opened the door to a nearby detention cell and went in.
A person I had a conversation with a while ago.
I’m talking about the room where the Black Cult Leader Nevellic is.
“… … .”
I opened the iron door with the security feature turned off and went inside.
With only the sound of my footsteps echoing inorganically, I found Nevelik in the middle of the room.
Nevelik was tied up in the same place as when he was last seen.
If there is a difference.
Kneeling, with his head bowed, a bloody flower-like mark spread across the ground, centered around his body.
A feast of blood so profuse that it could hardly be called hemoptysis.
“… … .”
I approached Nevelik, felt his pulse, and soon realized the absurd truth.
The black cult leader is already dead.
