Episode 1311
Talrock was caught sooner than expected.
“Let go of it! Let it go!”
Talrock, who reeked of alcohol, was dragged in by the practitioners, his arms held tightly.
One practitioner was injured when he was hit in the jaw while resisting by violently shaking his limbs.
“Brother Talrock, please be quiet.”
Arius, who had returned without a trace, created a divine power in his fingertips and pressed the back of Talrock’s neck. Then, Talrock’s legs gave out and he fell down.
Talrock glared at Arius, gritting his teeth.
“You little punk! What did you do to my body… …!”
“Such actions only serve to further irritate the enforcers.”
Talrock, who had been subdued in this way, knelt before the two executioners of the saints. Talrock was still breathing heavily, his face red as if he was still drunk.
Within, one of the two saints’ executors, who appeared to be a woman, unfolded the scroll in her hand.
Chorus!
As soon as the scroll was unrolled, an intense divinity spread around.
[These are the words of Asperia, the Eternal Saint and the Master of Arok.]
Then, all the practitioners knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads. Soon, the saint’s executor opened his mouth again.
[Talrock, a parasite of Arok, was trying to peek inside Arok and was looking for a way to enter Arok without permission.]
At those words, Talrock’s face turned pale as if the alcohol had disappeared. The other practitioners also looked at Talrock in a commotion.
[I, Asperia, the master of Arok, will pass judgment on such parasites.]
Soon the woman raised her voice.
[capital punishment.]
Phew! Phew!
The practitioners doubted their eyes at what happened at that moment.
A huge thorn rose from the ground and pierced Talrock’s back. Talrock’s body, with both arms hanging down, was pushed up helplessly and shot up into the sky, as if to show off his sins in front of everyone.
“ah…….”
Talrock’s eyes fluttered. Then the thorn that had pierced him fell back to the ground, and Talrock fell to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
“… … .”
“… … .”
The practitioners lying face down on the floor couldn’t say a word.
I couldn’t even scream.
Any reaction could be seen as going against the absolute power of Asperia, so he couldn’t move and just sat there with his head bowed and his body trembling.
Shiver.
Even the calm and collected Arius could not control his body’s trembling. A pool of blood spread out from the fallen Talrock’s body, and the blood now reached Arius’s knees and soaked his uniform.
While everyone was shocked, the two saints’ executors folded the scrolls and turned around as if they had done something natural.
“Vitra Ben Laus.”
As the two executors were about to turn back, a boy blocked their path, to their dismay.
His noble gaze, revealed as his hair swayed, was directed at the executioners.
“I have something to say to the executors of the saint.”
All the practitioners opened their eyes wide in shock. Arius suddenly raised his head and gestured as if he was going to come back quickly, but the boy did not stop.
[Get out of the way.]
The saint’s executors raised their voices in alarm, but Simon’s movements were not disturbed in the slightest.
<Opening the Light>
Hwaaaaaaaah!
From Simon’s body emanated the utmost purity of divinity.
The saint’s executors, who were about to attack Simon at any moment, flinched and stopped moving in the face of the overwhelming momentum and pure white power that was like the sun.
Whether they are residents of Arok or executor of the saint, they are all ultimately divine users.
Simon, who raised his head as if they were equals, broke down all the hierarchical relationships and status differences between regions with his divinity and his eyes lit up.
“We are from the Sky Island. We wish to see the Eternal Saint, Lady Asperia.”
As the female of the saint’s executors was slowly raising her fingertips to attack, the man spread his arms and blocked his comrade’s movements, speaking.
[Give reason.]
All the practitioners opened their eyes wide.
It was a surprising break from the norm that the arrogant executioners of the saint, who treated all humans other than Arok like insects, showed interest in a boy wearing a shabby practitioner’s uniform.
“It is to present holy relics to the saint.”
Simon answered calmly.
“We sent a letter containing that content, but the messenger carrying our letter died as soon as he left Arok without reaching the saint. Do you know the reason why?”
[Is it a holy relic?]
The saint’s executor seemed unconcerned with the messenger’s death, reacting only to the word “holy relic.”
[Tell me what kind it is.]
“Okay.”
A flash of sunlight appeared in the sky, and then a gray-haired boy descended with a loud noise.
Kuu …
The surroundings shook violently and the ground cracked open. As the saint’s executors frowned at the dust that rose up, the Hand of God raised his body and pointed to the side.
“It is the great work ‘Elsair’s Bell’.”
Key ring, key ring.
It looks like an instrument made of several metals strung on a string.
As Moje placed his right hand on the instrument and lightly touched the metal sideways as he passed by, a ting-ting-ting sound spread out around him along with an intense divine energy. An ecstatic sound resounded as if it had been played in heaven.
“Isn’t it the true will of the goddess for Saint Asperia to utilize this great relic?”
[… … .]
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Hearing those words, the saint’s executor, who had been lost in thought, opened his mouth.
[Okay. We’ll take it to the saint.]
“No, that won’t work.”
Mother walked briskly and stood in front of the saint’s executioner.
“We are the ‘carriers of the holy relics.’ It is the directive of the Sky Island and the will of the Great Goddess that the delivery of the holy relics must be to the person concerned.”
The mother’s eyes flashed aggressively.
“We will carry it ourselves and place the holy relic in the hands of the saint, and then report to His Holiness the Pope.”
[… … .]
The saint’s executioner and the mother’s eyes met once.
There was a tense atmosphere that made it seem like a clash would occur at any moment, and all the practitioners watched with expressions that were so tense that they were almost bleeding.
Then finally.
[I will report your intentions to the saint.]
The saint’s executors walked past Moze and Simon, leaving those words behind.
Mother looked back and shrugged, and Simon sighed lightly.
The saint’s executors flew through the sky with light, past the lake and disappearing towards Arok. Moze walked up to Simon and whispered in his ear.
“You did a great job, Saint. But will they come?”
“They will definitely come.”
Simon answered calmly.
“There is no reason not to accept the holy relic. If I refuse, I will arouse the suspicion of the Sky Island.”
Woohoo!
Meanwhile, Hamiel was kneeling before Talrock, whose chest had been pierced, and casting healing magic. A faint light flickered from her fingertips, and she was panting as if she was struggling. The practitioners around her approached her with worried faces and tried to stop her.
“Sister! Brother Talrock is someone who has been sentenced to death by the Eternal Saint! If we spare him, we may incur the Saint’s wrath!”
“anyway……!”
Hamiel bit his lip and glared at the practitioners fiercely.
“It’s the same as permanent banishment from Arok. What difference does it make whether I get sent out alive or dead?”
“but!”
“If you’re not going to help, then don’t get in my way!”
The practitioners were silenced by Hamiel’s poisonous words.
Some practitioners looked at Talrock with concern, but they also stared at Arok in fear that the saint’s executors would return, trembling with anxiety.
“… … I will help you.”
Arius, his voice cracking, knelt down opposite Hamiel and held out both his hands. Simon joined in, and several practitioners also helped to heal Talrock.
It was such a long morning.* * *
That afternoon.
After the commotion caused by the appearance of the saint’s executioner, Simon and Arius entered the training lake and began their training.
However, this training was being conducted in a somewhat unique way according to Arius’s suggestion.
Booooooooooooooo!
It’s bare-handed sparring.
The two men fought, panting, under the cool, gushing waterfall, splashing in the shallow lake.
Chomp!
Arius’ palm swept past Simon’s face. Simon tilted his body to avoid the blow.
Boohoo! Boom!
Arius did not use his fists. He drove Simon back with a series of palm strikes, and sweat formed on Simon’s forehead as he stepped back.
‘This guy.’
He was much stronger than I thought. I had the feeling that he was not a skilled individual who could be considered a mere practitioner.
Eventually Simon was pushed backwards, his back touching the edge of the hill, and he hastily lowered himself down.
Fukuaaaaaaah!
Immediately Arius’ palm struck Simon’s head, sending up shards of stone and leaving a large handprint on the hill.
“Whew!”
This time Simon lunged forward and threw a punch.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!
It was admirable to see Arius block Simon’s attacks by either flicking his wrist or directly grabbing his wrist.
Simon turned his waist in an instant and delivered a powerful kick.
Boooooooooooo!
Arius crossed his wrists in a defensive stance and parried the kick, causing a large spray of water to form around him.
‘Who is this person?’
Simon couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Of course, he wasn’t giving it his all, but even when he went up to Epnel in the Sky Island, Simon was able to easily win against anyone in a holy fight.
Is this the peak of a practitioner’s life?
Thud!
At that moment, Arius grabbed Simon’s leg and blew him away. This time, Arius flew up high and struck the back of his hand, and Simon, who quickly landed on the lakeside, took a defensive stance.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
An overwhelming force passed through Simon’s arm.
The lake water overflowed greatly around the area.
‘amazing.’
While Simon was still inwardly admiring it.
‘……scary!’
Arius was actually terrified.
He was confident in his fighting skills. Before becoming a practitioner, he was a former priest who was active in the front lines.
However, Simon’s ability to block any attack without any problems was by no means at the level of a rookie.
‘What is your identity? Is this a high-ranking paladin disguised as a disguise?’
The two men admired each other inwardly and attacked each other.
Twitch!
Bam!
The lake water was rippling, and the splashing water cooled the sweat. Before long, all the practitioners who were practicing were watching the two people’s fight.
“Would you like to continue?”
Arius opened the sacred space and took out a white staff, spinning it around. Simon also smiled and opened the sacred space he had around his neck, taking out the divine beasts White and Black.
“Of course.”
The two cats that took a bite of Simon’s divinity transformed into the form of a round weapon called ‘Chakram’ and were held in Simon’s two hands.
The two men rushed at each other once again.
Kaaaaaaang!
Teardrop!
The decisive battle between the two men began to come to an end only after the sun had set.* * *
‘It feels refreshing.’
Simon stretched and laughed. His smile was relaxed.
“… … .”
On the other hand, Arius, with slightly red and swollen cheeks, was seen casting a healing spell on himself.
Although it was a duel without a winner or loser, it seemed like the outcome was obvious in the follow-up actions.
“… … You are truly amazing, Brother Zion.”
“Brother Arius too.”
Simon said that and smiled.
“There seems to be a lot of emotion in the movements. Is it because of the problem with Brother Talrock?”
Arius flinched and then lowered his head.
“… … There is nothing I can do since it is the will of Saint Asperia.”
There was bitterness in his words. Arius was displeased with Talrock, but it didn’t seem like he really wanted the saint’s executioners to execute him. At least he was spared.
“Actually, today, I started to question whether the mental training I’ve been doing up until now has been correct.”
A complex series of emotions crossed his face.
“I believed that calmness and peace of mind were the ultimate goal of extreme practice, but when Brother Talrock was attacked, I was simply furious. And when Sister Hamiel treated Brother Talrock, I felt anxious.”
“You were anxious?”
Arius nodded.
“I was afraid that if I saved Brother Talrock and incurred the wrath of the Saintess and was kicked out of this place, all the years I had spent would go down the drain… … I couldn’t move right away even though my comrade was dying. I’m ashamed.”
Simon crossed his arms.
“But Brother Arius, do you want to go to Arok? I heard that only one or two people go there a year.”
“……yes.”
He covered his face with his palms and sighed deeply.
“To be free from suffering and achieve eternal happiness, I want to become like them. Is it wrong to pursue happiness?”
This was a completely different attitude from the previous Arius, who usually treated Simon like a younger brother and tried to console him. This was the first time he had shown his emotions and spoken to him like this.
His heart may have wavered that much, or he may have acknowledged Simon that much.
Simon looked around for a moment.
Swaaaaaaaaaah!
The sound of the pouring waterfall filled the surroundings.
You can see practitioners walking with their arms around each other, practitioners running to give water to the new believers, practitioners secretly eating meat in the forest and patting their bellies, and practitioners satisfied with today’s training and preparing for the next training.
“Is happiness really that grand?”
“yes?”
“Cultivating in this beautiful environment, laughing and crying with my brothers and sisters, sometimes feeling sad, sometimes being happy, isn’t it possible to find happiness in all these daily routines?”
Arius shook his head coldly.
“Life is suffering, brother. That’s why people pursue happiness, and try to reach happiness after enduring suffering.”
He lay down on the stone floor, put both hands behind his head, and looked up at the sky.
“I am always plagued by nightmares. I am tormented by the guilt of the past, I regret it, I bang my head on the floor and cry. I will definitely, definitely enter Arok, overcome all these troubles, and become happy.”
Simon looked at him, shook his head, and turned away.* * *
Same time.
Inside Arok, the Palace of Eternity.
“… … .”
A bath of enchanting light with beautiful veils fluttering around.
There was a woman there, with her back to the water, bathing. Two of the saint’s executors were lying face down and talking.
“hmm.”
A woman’s beautiful voice flowed out.
“The holy relic, and the carrier of pure divinity.”
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, visible from the side.
“Do you really want to meet me?”
