Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound Chapter 267

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Episode 267: Punishment Discount Season (4)

Dolores Rune Quo Vadis.

She left the dormitory before afternoon and visited an Old Testament temple here.

“… … Wouldn’t you like to hear this?”

With the whole body including the face covered with a black hood and cape.

secret action. It was her intention to look at the temple as an ordinary person, not as a saint.

Dolores made her way through the crowd with suspicious movements to the most secluded corner of the temple.

‘good. It was perfect.’

However, because of the all-white floors, walls, and columns, Dolores’s attire was rather conspicuous.

It’s just that I don’t know it myself.

The purpose of her visit to the temple of the Old Testament sect today was quite complicated.

The current situation of religious chant Quo Vadis itself is chaos itself, and due to the fierce confrontation between the Old Testament and the New Testament, there is no time to pay attention to all parts of the empire, and as a result, heresies and pseudo-religions are rampant everywhere.

Dolores had come on a field trip to solve a problem like this.

Originally serious, her expression became even more serious today.

‘Come to think of it, there was a problem like this in the second game of the college league, right?’

She recalled Quo Vadis’ Quest, which she had seen in the college league not too long ago.

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Currently, the empire is groaning from the growing evils of heresy and pseudoscience.

At this time, from the standpoint of the Quo Vadis Inquisition, suggest a way to eradicate heretics and cults and raise the status of the Church of Rune.

Content related to the ‘Heretic Inquisition’ of the Quo Vadis family.

I thought it was a quest prepared by Mozgus, the Heretic Questioner, but it was a task that reached a higher level than that.

For reference, the person who wrote the answer to this question was Sinclair, a freshman in 1st grade.

‘Sinclair’s answer was said to have been read by the Pope himself.’

Dolores later visited Sinclair and asked about it.

What kind of content was presented as an answer to that question and how it was recognized by the pope.

But Sinclair just laughed and avoided answering.

‘Oh, it was nothing. In the end, it was rejected because it was too radical. Still, I barely passed because I was recognized for my originality. Ehehe-‘

Dolores swallowed.

‘To get rid of heretics and cults, the Old Testament and New Testament factions have to reconcile and join hands, or one of them must disappear altogether. Or to strike down heretics and pseudosurges all at once. But the latter is impossible… … .’

So Dolores has come to investigate the root cause of all these problems, the ‘Old Testament’.

If Dolores, a saint from the New Testament faction, came, it was obvious that she would act in a show-off way, so she had no choice but to go undercover to investigate.

“… … There are so many people.”

Dolores murmured as she looked at the long line of people that wrapped around the temple several times.

There are far more people in Old Testament temples than in New Testament temples.

The amount of donation collected was also on a different level.

‘Originally, I knew that the Indulgentia family accounted for a large portion of the offerings coming to the Old Testament… … I guess it wasn’t quite like that.’

Despite the disappearance of the Indulgentia family, which was an affiliated family, the Old Testament faction’s funding line was still intact.

Quilty, no, how did the Old Testament maintain their wealth even though Dantalian died?

By simply selling indulgences? Is that really all there is to it?

‘Although there are many people queuing to buy indulgences, most of them are small buyers. I don’t see those who have committed heinous crimes or who can afford to pay huge sums. Well, of course.’

There is no way that those who would have to spend a lot of money to buy indulgences would come to the temple in broad daylight.

Even if they came to visit, it would make no sense to send an agent or visit in person rather than making a written transaction.

‘Then, where do the high-ranking priests of the Old Testament get their VVIPs?’

funding line. Dolores was curious about that.

… … Right then.

A large, ornate chariot stood in the corner of the temple.

It can be seen that the ‘White Shield’ pattern, the holy symbol of Quo Vadis, is glistening as it eats oil.

Soon after, a tall middle-aged man got off the carriage and smiled while receiving cheers from the crowd.

“… … !”

Dolores looked at him and paused.

The person she was most afraid of in this world appeared.

‘Humbert Humbert L Quovadis’.

A man who holds the position of cardinal, a position so high that there is no higher rank except for the pope and the actual highest dignity that leads the Old Testament sect.

At the same time, the father of Saint Dolores.

Ironically, Dolores was afraid of her father.

It’s been that way ever since she became his foster daughter a long time ago, just because she was gifted with divine power.

In particular, when he went to say hello before going to bed, and when his gaze ran over his body, it was to the point of illusion that a snake was wrapped around his body.

“… … Whoops!”

Dolores felt her heart sink and pressed her back against the stone pillar.

let’s stay like this If you hold your breath and stay still, Humbert will not look this way.

But her wish did not come true.

“hmm?”

Humbert was a keen man.

He sensed a gaze that was fixed on him momentarily and intensely, and turned his gaze towards it.

“Wait a minute, lieutenant. There is a place that worries me, so take a look around once before entering the temple.”

He raised his hand to show the adjutant following him and moved toward the stone pillar.

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The followers of Rune each took off their hats and bowed their heads, paving the way for Humbert.

Dolores felt her heart pounding.

Humbert’s footsteps keep coming closer.

Each time it felt like a huge snake was squeezing my heart.

Nervousness reminds me of the moment I almost ran into Quilty in the hallway.

However, there is no good male student junior who helped her at that time.

It was just temporary luck.

“… … .”

Dolores swallowed dryly.

Just as she was desperately thinking of an excuse to present in front of Humbert.

“Oops! Who is this?”

There were two people standing in the way of Humbert.

Both were men with white hoods and robes covering their faces.

Humbert’s expression frowned slightly.

“… … who?”

“Oops! Look at my mind! Heh heh- This, with the whole face covered.”

Then the white hood came off with a loud laugh.

The exposed face is an old face with signs of having suffered a lot.

He was an elderly man between an uncle and a grandfather.

The owner of a somewhat dwarf body with a warm impression that can be seen everywhere.

But seeing him, Humbert could only harden the skin on his face.

“… … Long time no see. Cardinal Luther.”

The only two cardinals in the religious chant Quo Vadis.

The two supreme powers who assist directly under the pope.

One was Humbert, the other was this man right in front of him.

‘Martinluther L Quovadis’.

A clergyman who came all the way from a poor and narrow pioneering temple in the far periphery. The leader of the New Testament faction. Humbert’s greatest rival.

He is Cardinal Martin Luther.

Behind him stood Archbishop Mozgus, a tall man who also belonged to the New Testament sect, with his back straight.

Humbert asked politely, with a friendly smile on his lips.

“Why did Cardinal Luther come here?”

“Heh heh- I came to spy on you.”

“… … yes?”

Humbert stiffened his expression when he asked, and Luther chuckled.

“Our temple only blows flies every time, but the temples that Cardinal Humbert visits are always crowded with believers like this. Hahaha- That’s why I came here to get some know-how despite my shame.”

Luther spoke in a friendly tone, and Humbert only forced a smile.

“Is there any particular reason why there are so many believers? It’s just that it’s a place with a good throat and a large population.”

“Haha- is that so? This is a lesson to be learned all over again. It’s probably all because of my immorality.”

Unlike Humbert, Martin Luther was quite unique in the way he preached.

He seldom preached doctrine or gave lectures.

but visiting the old, the sick, and the poor, always saying:

‘If you’re hungry or tired, come visit us anytime.’

‘If you suddenly get sick or have no energy, come visit us anytime.’

‘If you need someone to congratulate you from the bottom of your heart on your wedding day, come anytime.’

‘If you need someone to sincerely grieve at a funeral, come anytime.’

‘If you feel very sad and want to cry or complain, please come anytime.’

‘If you can’t sleep because the house is too cold or too humid, come visit me anytime.’

‘If you’re lifting something heavy or have a place to work on, come visit us anytime.’

‘Other than that, really, please visit me anytime.’

How many times have you read the Bible, have you memorized all the hymn lyrics, evangelize your neighbors, come to the temple regularly, donate money, etc., they never say anything.

I just came to the room of an elderly person living alone in the morning and evening to see if the floor was warm or not, to see if the floor was warm or not, to go to a sick child to see how high the fever was and if he ate some food, to go to a sick person and see if there was any need for help, etc… … .

Martin Luther and the New Testament priests under his umbrella always look weak and lacking somewhere.

A life of barely eating and barely wearing clothes.

It was the complete opposite of the priests of the Old Testament sect, who had sophisticated looks, speech, and dress.

Of course, the biggest difference among them is the amount of donations collected.

Humbert half bowed his head towards Luther in front of him.

“Then I have a meeting.”

“Oops, this old man took too much of a noble person’s time.”

Then Luther also smiled and bowed his head and crossed the cross on his forehead.

When Humbert politely turns around and is about to walk away.

Luther suddenly recited a passage from the Bible.

“The land is infested with demons and wants to devour us.”

Humbert stopped in his seat when he heard that.

Seeing his back, Luther continued to speak.

“Don’t be afraid, stand up. I will conquer with the truth.”

A large crowd gathered to buy indulgences watched them both.

Face to face with the crowd, Luther continued to speak.

“Even if your relatives, wealth, honor, and life are all taken away.”

Humbert is silent and doesn’t look back.

Luther concluded his remarks in a mild but firm manner.

“The truth shall live and perpetuate the Empire. Runmen.”

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It was definitely unusual for two of the top powers of Quo Vadis, a religious chant, to meet at the same place on one day.

A huge crowd gathered to see this riotous event, and Dolores was able to escape safely.

Dolores, who hid herself in a corner of the temple to avoid Humbert’s gaze, tilted her head with a sigh of relief.

‘Why did Cardinal Luther come here?’

Martin Luther has become rare in recent years.

Dolores is concerned that the pope’s dementia is getting worse as he gets older.

She was dissatisfied with the contrast between Humbert, who has been increasing his outside activities lately, and Martin Luther, who is reducing his outside activities.

‘I have to increase my activities even by myself.’

That is the way to imprint the existence of the New Testament faction on the public.

Dolores thought so.

… … However, unlike the ideal, the reality is hard.

Dolores was still only a student, and although being a saint was a sham, she had little real power.

It is unavoidable to have the gloomy thought that you will not be able to do anything alone.

‘… … If only he was by my side.’

Suddenly, Dolores remembered a face.

A person who is strong just by being with you.

The person who made me want to lean on and rely on for the first time in my life.

And also, for the first time in his life, the person who first wanted others to lean on him.

‘The hound of the night.’

I felt confident that if I was with him, I would be able to accomplish even the hardest and most difficult tasks.

Didn’t he actually defeat even the fearsome demon king by joining forces?

‘I thought nothing would be difficult with him.’

If the night hound was by his side, he would not be afraid of the Old Testament wave, the heresy, the cult, or Humbert.

‘… … miss you.’

Dolores candidly admitted her feelings.

Maybe it was the first time.

But the road to meet him is far away.

Perhaps he has already forgotten himself.

Just once, that night at the nursery school.

It might have ended with a passing relationship of just one night.

“… … ha.”

Dolores didn’t even think to stop the sigh that came out involuntarily.

Right then.

“This way?”

A strange voice came from behind the stone pillar.

Startled, Dolores turns her head behind the pillar to see a man with a familiar face walking this way.

It was Humbert’s lieutenant.

The tenacious Humbert had sent an aide before entering the temple and told him to pursue the gaze he felt earlier.

‘Uh, what to do!?’

Dolores shook her head in bewilderment.

But this is a dead end, so there is no way out.

In the end, there was no choice but to get caught by the adjutant.

Before long, Humbert’s adjutant walked over with quick steps and poked his head out behind the innermost stone pillar.

… … and.

“There is no one either. Cardinal is also true. You’ve become very sensitive lately.”

The adjutant soon shook his head and went back.

And above the adjutant’s head.

“… … ! … … ! … … !”

Dolores was struggling with her limbs on the side of a stone pillar several meters from the ground.

“Eup-up?”

Dolores looked away in bewilderment.

A man holding Dolores’ waist with one hand and holding her mouth tightly with the other.

A man wearing a black dog mask that is commonly sold on the street and used by children to play is seen closely attached to the stone pillar.

The seemingly invisible tough wire was supporting the weight of the two.

Dolores recalled a past memory at the rough hand covering her mouth.

‘It’s definitely been like this before… … ?’

In the past, when I met Quilty in the hallway, I was dragged into the locker room by a strong grip.

I think I felt the same way back then.

“… … Bikir?”

So, without realizing it, Dolores asked.

But the answer that came back was something completely different.

“… … Shh.”

A low growling voice. A hoarse voice full of wounds.

The mask has changed, but the momentum and atmosphere are still the same.

night hound.

He came to Dolores.

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