Episode 195. fake followers (2)
Relics of Light.
A creation made by the hands of humans who lived in an old era.
For humans living today, it can be said to be a mysterious space, with no way of knowing when or for what reason it was created.
“… … .”
Runab and Mana placed their hands on the altar where Hastia had been lying.
-Wooow.
However, no noticeable reaction occurred.
Only a slight resonance occurred.
Schurz greeted her as she came down from the altar.
“B-are you finished already? Lunav?”
“I couldn’t even start, let alone finish. “It seems like this ruin doesn’t want me to use my power.”
A small amount of mana that had not yet disappeared continued to appear in Lunav’s hands.
She tried to check for herself what happened at the scene through replay, but an unknown energy was interfering with her power.
“The saint said she was a messenger who heard the voice of God. Why did an elf who could hear the voice of God act as a saint in the human realm?”
Nephrodite Iris, Saint of Light.
The de facto leader of the Knights of Light and the first person to transmit the voice of the Supreme God.
She has maintained an unchanging youthfulness ever since the first believers of fog appeared in this land 60 years ago.
She explained that the reason was because she was under God’s protection.
However, the truth hidden behind the mask is bound to be revealed someday.
Because she was a white elf, not a human, she did not age.
“Yes, hasn’t there been a saying like that for a long time? Humans are the creatures that most resemble God’s nature… … . “Wouldn’t that have been done to lead God’s creatures to the right path?”
“It’s the right way. “Who decided that was the right path?”
Schurz was left speechless by Lunav’s resolute question.
“Is it true that the order of light that is said to maintain the current peace has been inherited from an old era that we did not know about?”
It was a question that Schurz could not possibly answer.
“At least I think that Nephrodite woman knew. So, she must have found these ruins on her own without anyone even telling her about them.”
“Then shouldn’t we have taken that saint and questioned her further?”
“Even if you questioned him, he would have just given you an overabundance of praise that you couldn’t understand anyway. Unfortunately, I am the type of person who only believes what I see in person. And she probably wouldn’t have made it back to the Empire alive.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I saw Senior Arin during the negotiation, no, Princess Arin’s eyes were very unusual.”
Lunav answered lightly as if it was no big deal.
Schurz just tilted his head in doubt.
“So, this time, I’d like to borrow some help from Mr. Schurz, who has extensive mercenary experience.”
“What do you mean?”
Suddenly, a member of the academy came up behind Schurz and handed him something.
It was a document filled with small letters.
“… … !”
Schurz, who checked the document, looked secretly at Lunav with a frown.
As always, Lunav accepted his gaze with unwavering eyes.
The word ‘Mist’ was clearly engraved in black at the top of the document.
* * *
There are usually two situations when asking the question, ‘What on earth did they have the guts to do something like this?’
Firstly, there is a case where the preparedness plan is so thorough that it is okay to do something like this.
The second is when you just act out of ignorance and without thinking.
But in my view, the current situation is the latter.
Look at the abbot’s face, so frightened that he is on the verge of fainting.
An extremely foolish appearance that proves that the current situation was not anticipated at all.
From the beginning, this person never thought that if he impersonated a follower of the Black Fog, a real follower of the Black Mist might appear.
There is nothing to be gained by dragging a guy like this and torturing him.
My eyes naturally turned to a book placed on the table.
Although it looks like a textbook at first glance, the entire book is pitch black, so I wonder if the writing can be clearly seen.
Well, it certainly seems different from the textbook I saw at the cathedral.
Before checking the contents, you will have to find out where you got this.
“Director, where did you get this?”
“… … !”
When I used to pour out words like flowing water in the mountains, now I am a mute with my mouth open.
Out of mercy, I asked once more.
“You are asking about the existence of fog. Director. “Where did you get this?”
“Ah, the presence of fog?”
Why are you pretending to realize it now that you’ve already figured it out?
You can see through everything, to the point where everything is transparent.
“I have appeared! The being of the fog has finally appeared by our side! The true path to salvation for us… … !”
-Whoosh!
I grabbed him by his awkward neck and dragged him in front of me.
“I don’t know if it’s twice, but I’m not a great person who can endure it three times. Isn’t what I want to hear now not the same praise? “Do I have to cut something off in order to understand?”
The abbot, whose vocal cords were caught, let out a painful groan and lifted his fingers.
The place his finger was pointing towards was my right hand, none other than the teaching letter.
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What, the person who gave the book is written in it?
Let’s turn our attention to him again,
“… … .”
The guy passed out.
-tuk
I didn’t think there was any need to wake him up and ask, so I just let him go.
As I slowly turned my head, I again made eye contact with the church members who were giving me various looks.
Surprised, afraid, or amazed.
The different reactions are quite interesting, but so what?
It’s none of my business.
The black fog is not a kind enough being to suggest the word salvation in the first place.
Furthermore, there is no reason to know what they think of me.
I left the place leisurely, without any distractions.
* * *
[Are you out of your mind right now?]
“why? “Is there a problem?”
[Is there a problem? Are you asking if you are aware of where you are and what you are doing right now?]
One of the tables on the second floor of a crowded inn bar.
While enjoying the bar’s famous snack of the day, I am reading the letter I stole from the monastery earlier.
Well, is there any problem?
[Would you sell your face to idiots who don’t even know what to do, and just leisurely read a book in a place like this?]
“I think it’s a bit of a reverse idea. “How will people here know where I come from and what I’ve been doing?”
At the very least, they are not the kind of people who would search all over the city to look for me.
So, I’m just leisurely reading books.
[Do you think it’s difficult?]
Kayram looked at me with a disapproving gaze, as if he was dissatisfied.
The moment I try to concentrate on reading the religious text because I know it will happen anyway,
-dump
She sat down in front of me.
[why? Well, is there a problem?]
Then he showed a shameless smile as if asking what was the problem.
“What are you doing?”
It was revealed using complete materialization.
[There is nothing worse for a man than being alone in a bar. At least I don’t want my master to look like that, right? So what can you do? This older sister should at least be my drinking partner.]
Then, he calmly filled the empty glass in front of him with alcohol.
Unlike when I was alone, people around me started to attract attention one by one.
Of course, not to me but to Kayram.
[Anyway, I know that flowers are pretty. This is why I tried to avoid showing up whenever possible… … .]
How can you make such outrageous remarks without even blinking?
I was once again curious about what people’s faces would look like if they found out that the flower they were looking at was a centuries-old pasqueflower disguised as a fresh rose.
As if she had sensed my naughty(?) thoughts, she narrowed her eyes and asked.
[Hey, what were you thinking just now?]
“Good idea.”
He seemed to stick out his lips in response to my firm answer, but then quickly emptied the full glass of wine.
“Do demons also drink alcohol?”
[Men eat it too, so why can’t they drink alcohol?]
Kayram said with a bewitching smile, saying there was no problem at all.
[So, did you get anything from that black book where you can see the writing?]
If you have achieved something, you have gained something.
The person who wrote this book is a huge weirdo.
I’m not going to lie, this is more than just the Letter of Light.
Long ago, the mist believers, the source of the mist, wrote down so much nonsense about Aer that it was safe to say they actually had it.
“He’s a great person who would have been very successful if he had written a novel? “I’d like to know your name or what you saw in your life that made you think of writing about something like this.”
[When you say author, isn’t it usually written on the front or back of a book?]
After hearing that, I immediately checked both sides of the book.
While it is so clean that the title of the book, let alone the author, is not written on the front,
On the back, there was small text engraved at the bottom that would have been overlooked if you had just looked at it.
It was a name I had never seen before.
[Why who?]
“If I tell you who it is, will you know?”
[Maybe you don’t know? Even after this, I have lived several times longer than you who lived twice. Even if he kills people, he kills several times more than you.]
Would you be proud to say that it is a good thing?
Still, as Kayram said, I decided to talk about it just in case.
“D.I.O.”
[…] … .]
“Have you ever heard of it?”
[no. I don’t think there is one.]
I was rather taken aback by her unusually quick response.
As if she didn’t want to think about it anymore, she took her eyes off me and looked away.
Well, I have no intention of asking any more questions.
It was an unexpected and unexpected reaction.
As a result, just as I was trying to focus on analyzing the text again,
-dump
An unknown old man sat down opposite me.
Then he looked at me with a sinister gaze, as if he had a plan.
“Do old people entertain guests at this bar?”
“It’s not a bar that goes out like that. “I came because I wanted to ask you something.”
The old man said he had something to ask me.
“That way. “You were at the monastery a little while ago, right?”
“Do I have to answer?”
“Me too, a little while ago. I asked because I was in a monastery. “Some skinny guys were dragging you somewhere. What did they do there?”
My answer was the same as what I said earlier.
“This young man is stricter than he looks. “When it comes to living in this difficult world, that kind of attitude is not good.”
It wasn’t even a laugh.
An old man who was in a monastery?
It wasn’t a face I particularly remembered, but at least it didn’t look like he was a church member in that underground plaza.
“I can’t believe you’re reading such an old-fashioned book with this beautiful young lady in front of you. She said, “Your personality is quite eccentric.”
[I guess the old man isn’t blind yet?]
It was Kayram who accepted that as a good thing.
“At first glance, it looks a little different from the fighting that the monks handed out, but what do you think? If you don’t want to tell me, why don’t you give me the book? Of course, you have to pay the price.”
“What are you giving me? “Your pockets don’t look very deep, do you?”
“Do you know what’s good about getting older? Even if your pockets don’t get fat, your head will get fat. Let me tell you a funny story of mine. “If you are satisfied with the story, why not give me the book?”
This old man. Contrary to how it looks, it is not an ordinary person.
I felt like he had made a name for himself when he was young.
Along with curiosity, a strange interest arose.
“Let’s give it a try.”
“Good! “Then, before we start talking, I should introduce myself first.”
He took something out of his pocket and put it on the table.
Of course, it wasn’t money or gold coins.
If it were something like that, there wouldn’t be any surprise.
What the old man brought out was none other than a sentence.
It was a sentence proving that he was a member of a certain organization.
A place that I cannot help but know… … .
“I was in the Knights of Light when I was young.”
(Continued in the next part)
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