The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin Chapter 194

Episode 194. fake followers (1)

“He looks like a guy who wouldn’t mind chewing on it! “Why are you installing it because you’re dissatisfied with it?”

“This is why nobles can’t be trusted! Who knew that the youngest member of the prestigious Bert family would do that?”

“Don’t the Knights of Light know what they’re doing if they don’t catch those guys quickly?”

What is it like?

These are truly vulgar words that make you frown even when you just hear them.

It’s something I’ve heard often while passing through crowded streets.

This is a part where you can clearly see what people think about Sian Berth, a follower of the ugly fog.

But what are these words that I hear now?

“The world has changed. “I never thought the day would come when I would live and follow the black fog.”

“But if you look closely, they didn’t do that bad either, right? “You killed corrupt nobles who deserved to be killed multiple times, and you didn’t really harm people like us, right?”

“Well, it’s clear that I went around doing things that no one else could do… … .”

Doubt beyond denial, question beyond doubt.

It has long been said that humans are imaginative animals.

If you repeat thoughts about anything, it will change in various directions, regardless of whether it is positive or negative.

I guess it’s the same for them too.

I believe that negative thoughts established from the long-standing concept of the order of light have transformed into small doubts and questions over time.

It’s not that I didn’t know the truth, but

It was an unfamiliar reaction that I could not easily get used to.

Safern, the central city of the Usif Empire, returned after nearly 10 years.

There is no way the organization would send false information, but I came here with the intention of seeing with my own eyes whether forces claiming to be followers of the fog were really appearing throughout the empire.

I definitely feel like the atmosphere has changed.

In the first place, throughout my entire life, to ordinary people, Mist was just an object of denial, nothing more, nothing less.

The fact that people are expressing doubts like this is interesting in itself.

The moment I continued walking down the street while listening to the story,

“… … .”

A chaff-looking guy wearing a hood blocked my path.

He looked at my face with deep gaze without saying a word.

When I looked at his eyes, it seemed like he was asking for something.

I didn’t feel any malice, so for now I just accepted his gaze indifferently.

-Hwiik

Then, all of a sudden, he left alone.

I was wondering what kind of idiot he was doing and thought about just going, but I had a strange feeling so I decided to follow him.

He soon stopped in front of a young woman of about the same age as me.

Then, just like when I did, he looked at the woman with a disturbing gaze that seemed to have some kind of intention.

“… … .”

Then the woman who responded made an unknown gesture.

He made a motion as if he was grasping something in the air with both hands, and eventually he grabbed the air and blew it with his mouth.

Even though she wondered what kind of crazy act that was, the chaff-like man seemed to understand what he was doing and took her with him before disappearing somewhere.

[What are they?]

Kayram, who was watching along, also asked with a puzzled expression.

Unless you are an idiot, you will be able to tell that what the woman just showed was a hand signal to proceed with something.

While I was wandering around, I wondered if Mist had created a new hand signal.

That can’t be possible.

Even though I don’t know what it means, I definitely caught the movement.

I soon approached a similar chaff wandering around.

Then he showed the same movements as the woman did.

At that, Jukjeong’s face suddenly turned bright red, and he seemed to notice his surroundings, and then sent a look telling me to follow him.

I followed him right away without any hesitation.

We arrived somewhere after a while.

To be honest, I was thinking of a gloomy underground space or a deserted alley.

This is a bit surprising.

The place I arrived at was none other than a monastery.

It is also a monastery that praises Rummendel, the god of light.

For a moment, I wondered if I had come to the wrong place, so I stood in front of him blankly for a while.

Looking at it from the outside or the energy felt inside, it is just an extremely ordinary monastery.

Monks and nuns greet people with smiling faces.

I also saw the chaff I saw earlier and the woman he took with me.

Of course, it’s not a good place for me.

I thought about just going back, but I wanted to at least soak my feet in what I came for so I went in.

“The almighty God of Light, Rumendel, gave new light to this land, and through his grace, the current era of peace has been established. According to that doctrine we… … .”

The abbot’s sermon continues, which could be used as a lullaby.

It was not much different from the sight seen in a typical monastery.

If this was going to be the case, why did they exchange strange hand signals to attract people?

With many doubts in my mind, my eyes turned to the teachings they shared.

hmm?

what?

Wasn’t this an engagement praising Rummendel?

Why is fog mentioned here?

You may think that this is an attempt to mention the importance of light, but that is absolutely not the case.

The admirers of light I know do not idolize themselves to the point of comparing themselves to fog.

Didn’t I say this earlier?

Human imagination is so rich that if you give it room to think, it will change in various ways.

If you thoroughly deify the value of light, you have deified it, and these are not the people who will leave room for this.

So what is this engagement?

“But we need to think about it. In achieving the current peace, was there really only light for us? All things are there because they have their own needs. “Moreover, the fog that we deny so much is no different.”

The abbot went one step further and even expressed his doubts about the existence of fog.

I assure you that if you say that in front of the praisers of the light, the abbot will be immediately accused of being a heretic and will disappear into the dew of execution.

In fact, there were some people who responded with doubt.

I can’t believe I’ve been praising Rummendel for hours, but I can’t believe I’m making such meaningless remarks.

There seemed to be quite a few people feeling strange and whispering.

What was funny was what happened next.

Bitter monks with big smiles approached the people who were expressing such doubts and began to equivocate their reactions with meaningless remarks.

Then, the people who were watching calmly kept their mouths shut and focused on the abbot’s sermon again.

I was confident in that.

Even though these guys’ livers are big, it’s not that big.

Even if we can get over it like that right now, it will only be for a moment.

Do they really not know that their impure actions could eventually leak out somehow and be revealed?

While I was wondering and being dumbfounded, the chaff who had dragged me approached me.

“… … .”

He silently sent an unspoken signal through a glance.

It meant to follow.

I obediently got up and followed him.

The place that Jaff led to was a small annex located right behind the monastery cathedral.

When he opened the old wooden door, a suspicious-looking basement staircase appeared.

I went down the stairs without any questions.

Yes, at this level you can see that they are plotting something a bit insidious.

A gloomy, dark space without any light.

Strange church members wearing black hoods are lined up in the hallway.

Even as we proceeded along that path, it wasn’t long before a large denomination appeared.

Around him were a number of young men who seemed to be similar to me.

Well, it looks vaguely similar to Mist’s subspace.

[Hey, master.]

Kayram, who had been quietly following me, asked in a questioning tone.

[Is this really a place that follows that idiot god?]

“no.”

I answered very firmly.

I thought I would feel something similar to the power of fog at this point, but I didn’t at all.

I can’t even feel the slightest flow of mana, let alone the power of the fog.

Even though I wondered if there was such a funny space, I tried sitting in a random seat.

Did you wait about 5 minutes?

The abbot who had been giving a strange sermon in the cathedral earlier appeared again.

What has changed is that the atmosphere has changed slightly?

Unlike before, when laughter was prevalent, his face was full of seriousness.

“First of all, before I begin my sermon, I would like to express my deep gratitude to all of you who came to seek the truth of this land.”

This is exactly what crazy people do before they start saying crazy things.

If you ask me if this is an experience, yes.

Among the purification targets I’ve dealt with so far, there have been quite a few people like that.

“We have been forced into the false concept of the order of light for hundreds of years! Are you saying that the black fog is an evil entity that must be rejected from this land? Absolutely not! Aer, the god of the black fog, is the almighty being and pioneer who will bring a new order to this land!”

I could barely stop myself from bursting out laughing.

Who brings what?

If the person in question heard it, they would have asked what kind of crazy sound it was making.

That’s not to say that what Mist and I do isn’t honorable, but it’s not something that should be praised in that way.

I have no desire to be praised.

Now I’m even curious about their faces, wondering what kind of crazy people instilled such absurd ideas into them.

What if a true follower of the fog appears? … .

wait for a sec.

The corners of my mouth went up without me realizing it as a brilliant idea suddenly crossed my mind.

“hey. “Kayram.”

[why?]

“Shall we try something fun?”

[…] … ?]

Kayram suddenly narrowed his eyes as if wondering what he was talking about.

* * *

Your back is straight, your gaze is straight, and your voice is clear.

This is the most basic attitude needed to preach to people.

The abbot preached his doctrine to the people without any hesitation or hesitation.

“It’s not far now! Just like the day when the mist cleared away the light that was prevalent in this world! The presence of the fog will appear to us again. If that happens, we… … !”

-plodding

A small but strong sound.

The eyes of people drawn to the sound naturally turned to one place.

It was about ten steps away from the lectern where the abbot was.

An unfamiliar man came up to the altar and looked around indifferently at the church members in the square.

First of all, it didn’t seem like he was a madman who was so moved by the abbot’s speech that he ran out.

For a moment, everyone was taken aback by the sudden situation.

Soon, an unfamiliar black fog rose from around the man.

“… … !”

The person who was most surprised was the abbot.

Unlike the other church members who were relatively confused, he seemed to know what that energy was.

“Seo, really?”

When people encounter unexpected situations, their existing thinking tends to stop.

I don’t know if I can overcome the unexpected situation well, but usually I don’t.

The abbot was the same.

Something I never thought would happen and couldn’t happen.

A true follower of the fog had appeared before my eyes.

All he could do in that situation was,

All I did was open my eyes and open my mouth.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

The man’s body had moved right in front of the abbot in the blink of an eye.

“The entity of fog you so desperately wanted has appeared. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

No words came out of the abbot’s mouth.

It wasn’t that I had nothing to say.

I was just so consumed by fear that the function of my vocal cords stopped.

“Tell me more. What happens when I show up… … .”

There was some interest and anticipation in the eyes of the man with a mean smile.

(Continued in the next part)

fantasy,