Episode 120
Frisch, one of Hemis’s followers.
Once disguised as Cardinal Elrond, he now appears as a human coachman and pulls a carriage.
“Ready?”
Frisch asked.
Choi Hyun-seok, who was riding in the carriage, checked his condition.
“I was wearing armor…”
Choi Hyun-seok was wearing an intimidating, dark red suit of armor.
It was advice that, although it was not known what the usefulness of the armor would be, it would be helpful for life in the human world.
“Let’s see your hair color… Do you think it came out well? Mr. Abelson.”
Abelson, sitting across from me, nodded.
“Yes. It suits you well.”
Choi Hyun-seok’s hair was purple.
The original black hair was too noticeable, so I had no choice but to dye it.
In this world, only demons and warriors had black hair.
“Mr. Abelson, you look good together.”
For the same reason, Abelson also dyed it.
Her hair is bright platinum blonde.
It was a necessary measure, as silver hair was relatively rare and the next saint with silver hair was very famous.
‘As expected, the hair is blonde…’
Choi Hyun-seok blankly looked at Abelson.
She already had mysterious silver hair and outstanding beauty, but her blonde hair had a different charm.
‘Is it because you called me a princess? You really do look like a princess.’
The blond nobleman that Choi Hyun-seok always called out
Youngae.
In this case, blonde royalty
It would be Youngae, but anyway, the important thing was that she was ‘blonde’ and ‘Youngae’.
Whether they are nobles or royalty, as long as they are pretty, everything is okay.
“Profit…! Warrior!!!”
Rachel screamed.
Choi Hyun-seok looked back in surprise.
“Why are you yelling?” “I’m drooling! Shut your jaw!”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Anyway, if you keep seeing women, you won’t be able to come to your senses. What are you going to do? If you keep doing that, there will come a day when you get a big nose!”
At Rachel’s urging, Choi Hyun-seok looked at her with a serious expression.
“Rahel.”
“Why, why…?”
“It’s not that I lose my mind when I see a woman. It’s that I lose my mind when I see a beautiful woman.”
That’s all he said with such a serious expression.
Rachel, who had a headache, pressed her eyebrows together.
“Haa, the future of the world is dark. Dark.” “Originally, a warrior was supposed to protect a beautiful woman. Didn’t you read fairy tales when you were young?”
“Let’s talk…”
Then a voice was heard again from the stables.
“That’s it. We’re about to enter the city, so small talk is prohibited.”
“All right.”
“Each person must be faithful to his or her role. Be careful not to confuse names or identities.”
“yes.”
From now on, you will have to live with a new identity and a new name.
Choi Hyun-seok reminded himself of his identity once again, just in case his identity was revealed.
‘Name: Ravi Bahet. Age: 30. He is from the Atal Kingdom across the sea, and is currently naturalized in the Kingdom of Agros, living as a knight.’
Here, the setting was created to make Choi Hyun-seok’s oriental appearance exotic.
“Stop.”
A strange voice was heard from outside the carriage.
It seemed to be the voice of a guard guarding the entrance to the city.
Frisch, disguised as a groom, bowed and began his performance skillfully.
“State your identity and purpose of visit.” “Oh my, sir. Thank you for your hard work! My name is Dorf.” “I don’t care about your name. What’s in your carriage?” “The young lady of the Kingdom of Agros, Allien Krissy, is riding.” “Krissy…? I’ve never heard of this family before.” “Isn’t the Kingdom of Agros so far away? Haha!”
“Hmm…”
“Your Majesty, due to some circumstances, has been traveling by carriage for several days. You should quickly find a place to stay and rest…”
“stop.”
The knight cut off Frisch’s words and approached the carriage.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
The knight who spoke opened the window and checked inside.
Abelson and Choi Hyeon-seok looked at the article quietly.
“…”
A moment of silence.
It was Abelson who spoke first.
“How long do you plan on staring at me?” “Oh, sorry! May I check your ID?”
“yes.”
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Abelson presented a pre-fabricated identity card.
The status badge, ornately decorated with gold and jewels, was extraordinary at first glance.
“…!”
The knight’s eyes opened wide.
The knight, overwhelmed by the identity card, lowered his head without even thinking about checking it properly.
“Yes! I have confirmed it.” “Then, can we enter the city?” “Of course. Welcome to Kiton, Young-ae. Have a pleasant journey.”
The knight steps aside with courtesy.
The carriage started moving again.
“Whew, it’s not as bad as I thought?”
“Are you nervous?”
“It’s my first time escaping from the Demon King’s army… haha!”
Choi Hyun-seok smiled awkwardly.
“Mr. Choi Hyun-seok.”
“yes?”
“They say warriors are people from another world. Is that true for you too, Mr. Choi Hyun-seok?”
“Well… that’s right.”
Choi Hyun-seok nodded, embarrassed by the sudden question.
“You might be disappointed.” “What do you mean?” “All the warriors who first saw the true face of this land said the same thing.”
Abelson said with a dark expression.
“This world is so rotten.”
***
Same time.
The Holy Empire’s military was putting all its efforts into pressuring Hemis.
“Barrier! Maintain the barrier!” “The enemy is one! Do not retreat!”
The divine magic used by over a thousand knights and the magical tools specially prepared for Hemis radiated light in all directions.
Of these, the one that took the most effort was the pillar of light.
Woohoo…!
The first six pillars that fell from the sky.
An enormous amount of divine power emanated from the pillars, each as large as a building.
It was the highest level of sacred magic cast by Saint Morial, the Temple of Light.
It is a large-scale magic that takes hours to prepare and consumes a huge amount of divine power.
It was a tricky magic that was rarely used, but its effectiveness was certain.
Hwaaaaah-!
The divine power radiating from the Temple of Light imprisons Hemis while weakening her magic.
Additionally, it has the effect of strengthening the divine power of the knights within the space.
In other words, Hemis was no different from fighting a battle in the middle of a fully prepared enemy camp.
“Today, we decorate a page of history here.”
The legend of the Holy Empire of Gatren, Asahel Bald softly recited.
“Prove once again that our Holy Empire is the strongest on the continent!”
“Wow-!”
I have no doubt about victory.
It can’t be helped.
This is because the existence of the Paladin was, from birth, a weapon for war against the Demon Race.
Holy power overcomes magic.
Magi overcomes magical power.
Magic power overcomes s*xual power.
The biting relationship between magic, holy power, and magic.
Of course, even if you have the upper hand in terms of compatibility, you cannot overturn the overwhelming difference.
So far, Hemis has destroyed everything without any distinction between magic and holy power.
But today will be different.
‘The fact that Hemis is being overwhelmed even without me coming forward is proof of that.’
Asahel Bald, the current largest force, did not participate in the battle.
Just encouraging and commanding the soldiers.
Hemis was dying without him even having to step forward.
“Stop the use of magic! Never allow them to use magic!”
With the prepared magical tools, suppress the magic with overwhelming divine power and prevent the use of magic.
Clang! Clang!
The spouting tentacles were instantly slaughtered by a thousand elite knights.
“Get ready.”
At Asahel Bald’s command, several knights began to move.
“Ohhhhh…”
The hundred knights who were positioned on the magic circle cried in low voices.
Divine power emanates from their bodies, and soon a giant sword appears in the sky.
It was a high-level sacred magic, the ‘Sword of Judgement’.
Woof…!
A pure white sword floating in the sky.
A sword that must have been over 10 meters long was thrust towards the ground.
Kwaaaa …
The ground split open with a loud noise, and sand and dust spread in all directions.
Asahel Bald surveyed the battlefield, blocking the wind with his hand.
“As expected, you are a gourmet. You are still alive. What a wonderful body you have.”
Asahel Bald chuckled.
At the end of his gaze was Hemis, covered in blood and gasping for breath.
“Preparations…are well done?” “This is the true power of the Gatren Holy Empire. Do you now understand why your Demon King bows down to us?”
Asahel Bald approached slowly.
It was my first time seeing a gourmet up close, so I found myself walking with strength in my steps.
He tried hard to ignore the tension that was building up in him.
‘The match has already been decided.’
The gourmet has lost his powers, but he is still alive and well.
If he wanted to now, he could cut off the gourmet’s head with one stroke of the sword.
“Honestly… I’m a little surprised. You fanatics… are hiding your power.” “A true beast will do its best even when catching a mere rabbit.” “I see… Training warriors… is for the purpose of taking over the continent.” “Huh? That’s unexpected. I didn’t know you knew that much.”
Asahel Bald looked surprised.
Training warriors is a project carried out in extreme secrecy at Gatren.
Even within the Empire, few people know about it, and because work is carried out in such a perfectly detailed manner, most people, even when working on an actual project, do not know exactly what they are doing.
It’s surprising that the Demon King’s Army officers know such top secret information.
“Well, it doesn’t matter since you’re going to die here. And it’s already too late to stop the plan.”
“Haa, haa…”
Hemis said no more.
It looks like just breathing is difficult.
In fact, being alive itself is a miracle.
Because a huge sword made of divine power was piercing through the center of her chest.
“You look like you’re having trouble breathing. Let me make it easier for you.”
If you don’t have to breathe anymore, you won’t have to panting so hard.
Asahel drew his sword.
‘Killing a gourmet with my own hands…!’
Joy rose.
The worst demon tribe ever.
A name that has made humans tremble in fear for hundreds of years: Gourmet.
The thought of killing her with his own hands sent shivers down his spine.
“Is it good?”
Hemis chuckled.
The moment Asahel was about to snicker and swing his sword.
Oh my god!
The lips were opened nearly two meters.
Asahel swung his sword reflexively.
As befitting a legend, the power and speed contained within are outstanding.
Phew!
However, his sword passed through the space inside Hemis’ mouth as if it were cutting through the air.
“ah…?”
Asahel Bald sensed death.
Crunch!
The lips that were parted closed.
Asahel Bald, whose upper body had been blown away, fell to his knees.
“Sir Asahel Bald has been struck!” “Kill him! Kill the gourmet now!”
As if waiting, high-level divine magic flew in from all directions.
Kwaaaaaaaah-!
Hundreds of magic spells pour out.
The aftermath of the explosion caused a cloud of dust to rise, obscuring the view, but the magic did not stop.
Kwakwakwakwakwa!
As if trying not to leave any trace.
Magic continued to pour down over the corpses of Hemis and Asahel Bald.
“…”
After a while.
The magical bombardment that had continued for nearly 10 minutes stopped.
At the place where Hemis had been, a huge crater was created, as if a meteor had fallen.
The bodies of Hemis and Asahel Bald were never found.
“This is such an absurd case…”
Morial, the Saint of the Deusis Church, sighed.
The gourmet was dealt with, but suffered unexpected damage.
The death of the legendary Asahel Bald.
It was a death so absurd that it was hard to believe it was a legendary name.
‘There’s a limit to being stupid… Are you letting your guard down against a gourmet?’
I resent Asahel Bald for ruining what could have been a neat ending.
Just for the honor of having dealt with the gourmet with my own hands.
And to do that without letting your guard down.
In the world of the strong, fights are often decided in an instant.
Asahel Bald simply paid the price for his carelessness.
From his perspective, it may have been an extremely unfair death, but the guillotine has already fallen.
Even if she was a saint, she couldn’t raise a dead person.
‘I got into trouble for no reason.’
How to explain the death of Asahel Bald?
My head already hurts thinking about the Pope getting upset.
“Return. To the capital of the empire.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
All Saint Morial could do was turn back.
He leads a thousand knights and returns to Gratiam, the capital of the Holy Empire.
“…”
The empty lot was desolate after everyone had left and no one was left behind.
All that remains in the aftermath of the battle is debris and sand and dust.
In a land devoid of life, something began to move.
A piece of skin so small it is invisible to the eye.
It moved very slowly, so slowly that no one could notice.
Slowly… Slowly…
Several hours passed in that state.
What was finally created was a small lip, perhaps no bigger than a fingertip.
“…”
The lips that had been lying on the floor for a while finally moved.
Shhh-
The lips were still smiling.
