Episode 198. Real Followers (3)
After checking the letter, Jereon’s eyebrows were deeply frowned like a valley.
It is a very difficult situation to know whether this letter you are currently reading was truly sent from the imperial family.
However, the imperial seal stamped at the bottom of the letter was real.
I could guarantee this, having received hundreds or thousands of official documents during my active duty years.
“Okay, so what you’re saying is that the director was telling people about the Battle of the Fog purely to follow the imperial family’s orders?”
“yes! That letter was definitely sent from the imperial family. “I didn’t even know a book like this existed!”
The abbot seemed to have exploded with the sorrow that had been building up for so long, and he poured out his complaints without stopping.
“No matter how much it was an order from the imperial family, would I have felt comfortable spreading the doctrine of the fog? I just did it with tears in my eyes because it was an ordeal from Rumendel! “It was probably the same for not only me but also other monks!”
According to him, this monastery was not the only place that received official letters from the imperial family.
It was said that all monasteries in the empire, including Sapern, were informed of this, and that they were even warned not to harbor any doubts as this was done to maintain the correct order of light.
“How did you feel?”
“How are you feeling?”
“How did it feel to spread the doctrine of the fog as a monk of light?”
The abbot waved his hands and said:
“What can I say? “It was terrible!”
Despite expressing his sincere emotions, Jereon’s eyes were full of distrust.
“It’s been 30 years since I entered the monastery and served Rumendel when I was 20! Should my beliefs and values change just because I read such a letter?”
That was clearly the wrong thing to say.
Once a person’s beliefs are established, they are like a twisted tree trunk and are not easily distorted.
“Well, I don’t think I can guarantee that other people will do the same, but… … .”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What can I say? Feeling more focused on reality rather than ideals? To be honest, I feel resentful, but I have to admit that it is a doctrine that stimulates people’s hearts more than the doctrine of light that we preach. In fact, as time passed, the number of believers coming to hear the doctrine of the fog increased.”
Gereon and the abbot’s gaze naturally turned to the bull’s eye on the table.
I don’t know why, but the writing on the bottom of the back looked particularly clear.
“Do you know the author of this book?”
“You mean the author? Unfortunately, I don’t know. “I’ve never even heard of the name Dio Harpenkus.”
“I guess it has to be that way.”
“yes?”
“no. Now that I think about it, how did you gather believers?”
“Ah, there was a secret hand signal sent from the imperial family along with the official letter. This is how we do it… … .”
The abbot put his hands together, held the air, and blew wind through them.
“Does it mean anything?”
“They said it meant breathing soul into the fog. Through this hand signal, believers were gathered at the back of the monastery and doctrine was preached. Today seemed to be going smoothly as usual, but suddenly out of nowhere… … .”
“A true follower of the fog has appeared.”
The abbot just nodded without saying a word.
“I’m embarrassed to say this, but I really thought my limbs were being cut off. It almost makes you wonder what it feels like to look into the eyes of the devil. “My heart is still pounding.”
As it was not enough to catch and judge the forces pretending to be them, the real followers said that they did nothing other than steal the decree sent from the imperial family.
And Gereon received the letter from an unknown man in a bar.
That means, that man… … .
“How long have you been preaching the doctrine of the fog?”
“I think it’s been about two weeks. But why?”
“Well, in two weeks, I’ll have mastered everything to some extent.”
At the moment when the abbot was confused because he could not understand what he was saying, Gereon put the bull he had taken out back into his pocket.
“I’ll let you borrow some more books. “I haven’t read it all yet.”
“Well, weren’t you here to protect us?”
Jereon’s eyes flashed as he asked what kind of nonsense he was talking about.
“What do you want from an old man who doesn’t know when he will die? Isn’t the Supreme Rumendel always by your side? He will protect you, so don’t worry.”
Then he got up and left the room.
As he was leaving, he heard the abbot’s cry for salvation, but Jereon only opened his ears and did not even listen.
Eventually, I came out of the monastery’s main gate and was greeted by Mark who was waiting.
“Are you finished with the story?”
“okay. Somehow I feel like there is more to find out than I have figured out… … .”
Jereon looked at the night sky with a bitter expression.
The night sky became even blacker today, and not even the common stars were visible.
“Fake followers. “It’s not something a woman with big ears would allow, but in many ways, it’s surprising.”
“Shall we send a letter to the Knights?”
“That’s it. Would you or I ever get involved with that woman again? “I think it would be better to just find out among ourselves.”
Jereon waved his hand to dissuade him.
Mark also sighed in relief, as if he actually didn’t want to do that.
“Then, would you like to go back to your dorm for today?”
“No, you should go back first. “I have somewhere else to go.”
“Where are you going this late at night?” … ?”
“I don’t know either. “I just go where the energy flows.”
Leaving the dazed Mark alone, Jereon headed off to an unknown location.
A deserted alley slightly off the street.
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An unfamiliar black fog that had not been seen from the monastery was filling the surroundings.
Despite the somewhat gloomy atmosphere, Gereon strode into the alley without showing any sign.
“There is no need to be particularly wary. “Unlike before, I came alone this time.”
I tried talking into the air, but there was no answer.
“Did you just live deceived by this young man? Can’t you feel it too? Right now, I’m the only one around here… … .”
The moment I thought there was no response this time,
-sssss
The thick fog slowly cleared, and a man emerged from it.
“… … .”
The man looked silently at Jereon, who was smiling faintly.
A strangely energetic man with dark black hair and sharp eyes.
It was the same guy I met at the bar earlier.
“Do you have any more stories to tell?”
The man opened his mouth with an indifferent look in his eyes.
“If it were to tell the story of my life, three days and nights wouldn’t be enough! But even if that’s not the case, I think we have a lot to talk about.”
The man snorted at Jereon’s rude answer.
“It’s funny to say this now, but you are a follower of the fog, right? “A true follower of the fog, not the fake ones in the monastery.”
The man didn’t really answer.
“But you and I, I think we saw each other for the first time today regarding this book. Have you come to this city to find out the identity of the forces pretending to be the followers of the Mist?”
“I don’t think you have any obligation to answer?”
Just like in the bar, the man rarely tried to reveal his true feelings.
“I guess I need to trust you first. Well, anything is fine, so just ask me. “I promise to answer any questions you have with all my sincerity.”
The man’s gaze was still full of distrust and suspicion.
“Don’t be afraid to ask. “Didn’t you leave your energy like this because you also had something to say to me?”
Instead of answering with neither affirmation nor denial, the man responded with indifferent silence.
As such a short period of silence passes,
After organizing his thoughts, the man finally opened his mouth.
“For what purpose are you pursuing them?”
“Didn’t I tell you that at my bar too? Should we say that it is the regret of an old man whose death is not far away? I just want to know for you. “I’m talking about you who follow the real Black Mist, not the fake ones created by the imperial family’s plan.”
The man’s eyes moved slightly when he heard that it was the imperial family’s plan.
Jereon caught that moment and immediately continued speaking.
“I guess you don’t know everything yet. So what? “Won’t you make a deal with me?”
“transaction?”
“Okay deal! No matter what we did in the past or where we belong now, don’t we have the same purpose now? Let’s tell each other what we don’t know. It’s an extremely simple transaction that supplements what you know. “How is it?”
“I refuse.”
The man immediately expressed his denial, as if it was not worth thinking about.
“The reason is?”
“Because I feel like I am losing more.”
It was an extremely simple reason.
“hmm. As expected, he has a very cautious personality. good. “Then again, let me be kind to you first.”
Jereon took out the letter he had received at the bar and showed it.
“Do you know who wrote this book?”
“… … ?”
Without a doubt, he is the owner of the name written on the back of the book.
However, Jereon thought.
The identity of the person called Dio Harpencus,
The man doesn’t know.
“Looking at the look in your eyes, it doesn’t seem like you really know anything, that’s probably natural. “There are only a handful of people on this earth who know that name.”
“That makes it sound like you know?”
Jereon responded as if he had been waiting.
“of course! The name Harpenkus is. Long ago, there was chaos in this land… … !”
Jereon suddenly felt an unfamiliar presence behind him and quickly looked away.
However, only the eyes turned, and the head did not turn.
This was because I had a strong premonition that if I turned my head, I might die.
[…] … .]
An unknown black fog spreads on both sides of the field of vision.
The cold sensation of touching ice irritated the back of his neck.
A pure white hand wrapped around Jereon’s wrinkled neck.
At the tips of his fingers, red nails that looked like daggers had been pulled out, aiming at the tight veins.
“Ah, lady. “The atmosphere is more different than before?”
After figuring out the identity of the hand, I quickly tried to talk to him, but there was no answer.
instead,
“What are you doing?”
The black-haired man’s mouth opened instead.
His eyes were not on Jereon, but on the woman behind him.
* * *
It’s an unexpected situation.
The woman who was listening to the story in silence suddenly materializes and grabs the old man by the back of his neck.
It’s not like it’s some trivial threat or something.
Right now, Kayram’s eyes are enough to cut off that old man’s head at any moment.
I am obsessed with living.
“You asked. “What are you doing?”
Despite asking twice, Kayram’s mouth did not open.
[…] … .]
They just give you a silent look telling you not to worry.
The moment I was about to take a step towards Kayram,
“Ugh!”
She gripped the old man’s neck harder.
The intention is to kill them regardless of the context.
I jumped out of my seat and ran out, shouting out a spell.
“Ammu Type 9: Control the Demon Sword!”
[…] … !]
Kayram, struck by a sudden headache, grabbed his head and stepped back.
-chin!
He grabbed hold of the old man’s neck with his right hand, and at the same time gently caught her falling body with one hand.
The lifeless eyes were full of disapproval toward something.
“I ask for the third time. say. What are you doing?”
[What are you doing? The senile old man grabbed his neck and tried to crush it. Can’t you see it?]
“So, why did you suddenly… … ?”
[It’s my heart!]
Before I knew it, my mouth stopped.
[It’s my heart!]
Why? Why?
There is something very unfamiliar in the sight of Kayram in my eyes.
Anger, murderous intent, and a small amount of unknown fear contained within.
Those complex emotions were now fully reflected in her eyes.
(Continued in the next part)
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