Episode 79: The Saint (2)
“… … you. What is your identity?”
Dolores asked in a puzzled tone.
One day, a being who suddenly came and warned of the misfortune of the Quo Vadis family.
Although he was dressed in the most suspicious manner, the energy felt in his soul was pure and pure, and he was a lonely man.
“Who are you and you know all these things?”
Dolores’ voice began to tremble.
Among the diners who usually visit the family and rely on themselves, there are always politicians who are bright about what goes on in the world.
However, few of them could predict the future situation with such accuracy.
Moreover, it is said to have contributed to early reporting of infectious disease problems that have not yet been reported.
Naturally, Dolores and Mozgus couldn’t help but wonder about the identity of this strange visitor to the Quo Vadis family.
“… … Ooh, big! Doesn’t the saintess ask? Who are you?”
Mozgus also asks, dangerously fiddling with a small teapot that looks like it will be wrinkled at any moment.
It seemed like a pressure to respect the saintess’ authority, but in fact, she seemed to be most curious.
Dolores and Mozgus both stare at Bikir’s face, their eyes shining.
To this, Vikir gave a short answer.
“Night Hound.”
At that, both priests’ expressions became slightly subtle.
“… Night hound. It’s a rather ominous name.”
“Even if you give it a nickname, you make it like the clothes you wear. It is truly disrespectful.”
Dolores and Mozgus whispered.
Bikir kept his mouth shut and didn’t say much after that.
Naturally, Mozgus hurried things.
“… … no matter what happened The hound of the night, everything this man said is a possibility. We must quickly investigate the actual condition of the plague, report it to the head of the household, and prepare countermeasures at the family level.”
There was an emergency in the religious chant.
Dolores instructed Archbishop Mozgus to officially prepare for a pilgrimage to the Holy Land to relieve the plague.
Her biological father, Cardinal Humbert, at a convent not far away, was also to make a formal report.
Today, Dolores’ decision will even reach the ears of King Nabokov I, patriarch of the House of Quo Vadis and Pope of the Church of Runes.
It was such a big event.
Mosgus hurriedly ran somewhere to convey the saintess’ will.
Meanwhile, Dolores was staring at Bikir in front of her with her eyes wide open.
Bikir is also calmly facing Dolores’ eyes.
Vikir did not dare to tell the saintess about the ‘Vaskervilles’ and ‘Morgues’.
To tell the story, it is because we have to reveal that the place where the red death was first released was the enemy and the flood of the black mountain.
In fact, the two families that benefit the most when the Red Death is released by the enemy and the floods of the Black Mountain are the Baskervilles and the Morgues.
The savage tribes play an important role in the enemy and the flood ecosystem of Black Mountain. Generally, if those who were in the position of predators disappear, the lower monsters will multiply abnormally, and eventually a monster wave will occur, resulting in a rapid increase in civilian damage.
Bikir recalled the past.
Before the return, as the red death gradually spread, more than 40% of the barbarians were annihilated.
As a result, the population of monsters increased rapidly, and the political influence of the Morgue family and the Baskervilles, who guarded the border, increased dramatically.
Hugo used this political influence to further increase the prestige of the family, and in the process, numerous hounds went extinct again.
Bikir was one of them.
well, anyway.
To save the Balak tribe is to eventually take revenge on the ‘extremely poisonous Leviathan’ and ‘the conglomerate bourgeois’, and this is to become a requiem for his colleagues who died in ‘Iron-Blooded Sword Master Baskerville’.
Everything is chained, as designed.
Bikir quietly closed his eyes, weighing the future.
Meanwhile. Saint Dolores was staring at Bikir like that.
‘… … stray puppy. Tired and lonely.’
Why do I feel this way about a man who calls himself a hound?
Why does the man who defeated the world’s Mozgus and even the paladins under him look so small and pitiful?
He could smell the wails of his battered soul, the sound of blood.
Sadness, hatred and loneliness. And a man who walks the path of asceticism in the thorny field, shouldering all these bonds alone.
What I felt from him was an aura like that of a prophet or seeker.
Suddenly, the line he muttered through his locked throat came to mind.
‘Theology is essentially the process of understanding human beings, so this is also unavoidable.’
There is no doubt that the person who knows this passage of the old scripture, which even the theology experts do not know well, is not a Rune cultist.
He must have been a being who practiced the doctrine of Rune at the forefront of those who suffered, at the lowest place, and at the most fierce place.
‘Otherwise, there’s no way I’ll be able to remember and recite that phrase.’
At least Dolores thought so.
She is a 16-year-old girl who is gifted with the gift of a saint who can read other people’s souls, but is still young and immature.
Is that why? Her misunderstanding of Bikir was gradually gaining weight.
But either way, Bikir is just waiting for the emergence of the holy water that can extinguish the ‘Red Death’.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Between two men and women looking at each other’s faces with different thoughts.
The tea water he hadn’t taken a bite of was slowly cooling down.
* * *
yet.
Bikir hurried to the slums of Saint Mecca.
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Saint Dolores, Mozgus the Heretic Questioner, and dozens of paladins and priests followed.
“Well, is there really a plague in a place like this?”
Dolores said breathlessly as she climbed the steep steps.
The paladins who were escorting her around were also hard to believe.
However, there was no hesitation in Vikir’s gait as he ran forward like a skirmisher from the front.
Eventually, Bikir landed on a high roof in the hills of Daldongne and looked at the chimneys in turns.
Even though the weather was not very cold, smoke from the firewood was rising from the chimneys of some houses.
Bikir started looking for houses with smoke rising from their chimneys.
Sure enough, the ‘red death’ had already broken out in some houses with smoke rising from their chimneys.
The first symptoms of the ‘red death’ are usually chills and fever.
After that, he struggles with intense pain felt throughout his body, and vomiting and diarrhea flow endlessly.
Patients shuddered at the sight of red spots slowly appearing on their skin.
The chills came, so naturally there was no choice but to push the firewood into the chimney.
However, just because there was no smoke rising from the chimney did not mean that there were no patients.
Since it is a slum, many houses did not have enough firewood, and most of them were wrapped in dirty blankets to endure the chills.
Dolores wept as she watched those in pain.
“Alas, poor people. Do not worry. Lord Rune’s supreme love will heal you.”
Without any hesitation, she touched the bodies of plague patients and prayed and blessed them.
Vikir stood still behind him, observing the condition of the patients.
‘Fortunately, there are no children.’
It is worthwhile to scare the children at the well. There were no children among the patients.
The patients were all early patients with only slight pain because Bikir came in very haste.
The first patients infected by drinking water, and the second patients infected by the saliva or excretions of the first patients had not yet been born.
The disease had to be quelled early when there were no deaths.
Saint Dolores gathered the patients in the central square and prayed to God.
[Light of my life, spark of my life, my sin, my soul. Look down upon the young and poor gathered here… … ]
The saintess recited the prayer in a clear voice.
yet.
A tear fell from Dolores’ eye and ran down her cheek.
That grievous yet holy, and somehow sublime look.
Although she had the appearance of a beautiful girl, she did not have any special emotions such as lust or lust.
A drop of broken tear soon reached the floor and began to work miracles.
… Dig!
It radiated a white, holy light and in one fell swoop removed the red stains from the bodies of the patients in front of me.
With one drop of her tear and one line of prayer, five or six patients were freed from the red death.
“Oh oh! saintess! thank you! thank you!”
“lumen. You are my savior.”
“I am healed! I’m better! oh my god! This is a miracle!”
The villagers, who had just been shivering with chills and gagging, jump up and run wild as if they had suffered from a plague.
Dolores also smiled broadly at the patients who had recovered their strength, as if they had never cried before.
And there is one person behind her who is still watching her smile.
‘okay. That’s what I need.’
It was Bikir who was aiming for the miracle of holy water.
