214 – Doubt (1)
Heresy Inquisitor.
Osgar Javert.
A person with the ability to boast tremendous physical performance based on the priest’s unique ‘magic resistance’.
Wizard, no. For most people, it is like a disaster.
The strategy to deal with him is to be infinitely visible.
Although Osgar is a madman who dismembers people with a bright smile…
Because he is such a crazy guy, he has his own standards.
Not messing with good guys is one of his standards.
So all he needs to do is be nice to him.
From the perspective of playing the game, this is a fairly easy opponent to attack.
Actually, I have no experience with this guy Osgar Javert.
However, there is one big problem now.
— Gooooo
It already seemed like he had no intention of hiding his strength from me.
‘Damn.’
Why on earth does it come out so strongly from the beginning?
Elena, who was already very scared, was standing behind me as if she was hiding.
“Ahahahaha. Why aren’t you saying anything, Ian? I’m greeting you so politely.”
At least as far as his appearance goes, that balding guy is real. I didn’t even do anything to scratch him.
Then.
“Huh? Ian? Don’t you accept my greeting?”
The reason why this guy is losing his energy to me is clear.
Because they already think of me as their enemy.
Kindness? Nicely?
That’s just a strategy to avoid making Osgar Javert an ‘enemy’.
Since you have already entered the enemy’s territory, such a thing is meaningless.
Rather, I just look weak.
Completely revise the strategy.
If you think that Osgar is an opponent that is no more than a fist away from me…
‘I don’t even want to imagine.’
It just becomes a fist bump.
That’s why they bluff as if there’s something there.
“I guess the Vatican ordered them to arrest me.”
A rough voice came out of my mouth.
This is a very intentional voice.
The corners of Osgar’s mouth trembled slightly.
Then it goes up a little higher.
“…hahahahaha! How did you know?”
“That’s the only reason the Heretic Questioner would come to me.”
“Now that we have captured the leading figures of the Shaleam Bridge, wouldn’t it be possible to come to reward us?”
“Normally, you don’t send an Inquisitor to praise.”
“Ahahahaha – I see.”
Osgar scratched his blond hair and muttered.
“This is why I need to change the name of my position. I’ll say something a little cute.”
Hmm. Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it.
At least the title of Heretic Questioner is enough to prepare your mind for your appearance.
Anyway.
Was my words an appropriate stimulus to Osgar?
The intensity of his laughter subtly became lighter.
– Jeopuk.
A boy taking a step towards me.
That’s all, but his presence weighs heavily on the air.
“I’m still just getting to know you, Ian.”
“Steps to getting to know?”
“In some of the recent incidents – you were simply ordered to investigate whether you did anything wrong. hahahaha.”
“I’m sure a few people have already been dipped.”
Osgar smiled brightly, but at first glance there was a cold sharpness in his eyes.
“… You know quite a lot, right Ian?”
“It’s about this much.”
“Then you know that you have to be polite to me. Wouldn’t it be bad if you got caught for no reason?”
“No worries.”
“Why?”
“Because you will definitely catch me.”
There was silence for a moment.
“…Ahahahaha!”
Osgar’s laughter bursts out one beat late.
He rolled his eyes as if he was seeing something interesting.
“You look pretty confident, right Ian?”
“It’s probably more resignation than confidence.”
“Are you planning on being captured easily?”
“It’s possible. It won’t be difficult for someone like you to produce evidence.”
“hahahahaha.”
What’s so funny is that Osgar laughs, holding his stomach and bending his back.
I get a little goosebumps.
Maybe I can laugh like a crazy person like that?
To others, he may seem like an extremely attractive young man, but to me, he is just a madman with a bright smile.
He raises his head and looks up at me, wiping away tears.
It may be surprising, but he is small.
I can’t believe where such incredible power comes from.
“It’s interesting. I was curious about that, Ian.”
“……”
“So, let me give you a hint. Your crime.”
“Crime?”
“Yes. Do you know that, Ian?”
“?”
“They say cats are a medium that connects shadows and reality. Maybe that’s why witches really like cats. They saved a lot of cats this time.”
“What a lame excuse.”
Instead of answering.
— Faaat!
I felt the flow of air.
Hair rising into the air belatedly.
I glanced away.
Without any awkwardness, Osgar’s fist suddenly stopped right next to my face.
— Suddenly
The path of the fist is straight.
The branches of the tree that was far behind were cut cleanly and fell.
“Oh, excuse me. The white hair caught my eye. For some reason, I can’t stand the sight of white hair.”
Just as he said, there was a strand of white hair in his hand. It immediately broke into pieces like powder and disappeared.
Incredible speed and accuracy.
“Anyway, you don’t even blink at my fist. You’re so bold.”
I ignored him and opened his mouth.
“Osgar. You and I both know that all the evidence is just an excuse. Since you received instructions from the Holy See, you will catch me somehow.”
“Ahahahaha! Procedures are also important in living in this world.”
He smiled sweetly.
“Just because someone looks like a criminal, you can’t kill them without torturing them, right, Ian?”
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Lichten branch of the Deus Church.
The residence of Aria, a candidate for sainthood.
Dave, the escort driver, opened the door to the room and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Ugh…”
There is a person smiling with his eyes fixed blankly in space. Clothes that were disheveled and rolled up as if they didn’t care about what other people were thinking.
It was Aria, a candidate for sainthood.
When the door opened and the light came in, she crawled across the floor toward the door, like someone on the verge of death who has seen water in the desert.
“I…Ian.”
The savior that Aria longs for.
Now even Dave knows who that is.
Ian Black Angus.
The object that Dave hates the most.
Aria was hoping for him.
Dave squeezed his eyes shut as he watched Aria dangle from her own legs.
“Wow, you’re here… Ian. Ugh. I’ve been waiting. I’ve been waiting.”
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“Aria, this is Dave.”
“Ian. Okay. Ian. Thank you for coming…”
He is the one whom he loves and serves more than anyone else, and he hangs on his own leg and calls out other people’s names.
The darkness in Dave’s heart was getting deeper and deeper.
It would have been better to relocate.
The sight of her curled up in the dark, covered with a blanket, was better.
What should we say about Aria now?
She is a person who has completely degenerated and collapsed.
‘No. This person is Aria, a candidate for sainthood.’
This is probably due to the side effects of the prescribed medication.
This was better.
Rather than slamming her forehead against the wall as if she was going to die at any moment.
“Ehehehehe. Ian came. Thank you.”
“… Aria.”
“You know. At that time… It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to do it. Will you forgive me? No, I just…”
“Aria….”
Dave covered Aria’s mouth. A story that is not good for anyone to hear.
Then he put Aria back on her bed.
Dave squeezed his eyes shut as he watched her keep trying to crawl towards him.
But I have to tell even Aria what I have to say.
Gritting his teeth, he opened his mouth.
“Aria… This is what has arrived from the Holy See.”
“Pope? No. Ian… I want Ian.”
“Aria, a candidate for sainthood, will visit the Vatican to evaluate her suitability for sainthood.”
“Oh, I’m not going. You have to be here to see Ian. Ian came here.”
Evaluation of suitability for saints.
The biggest gateway to becoming a saint.
Dave was planning to somehow make Aria her saint.
So what should we do with this person who has collapsed like this?
Dave muttered to her as she clung to the floor and protested as if she wasn’t going anywhere.
“… If you go there, you’ll probably meet Ian.”
It was true.
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Lichten branch of Raymond Upper.
The large and luxurious office was filled with the sound of fingers tapping the handles of chairs.
— Todok, tok, tok!
The noise becomes more and more irregular.
As the breathing of the woman sitting on the chair became heavier, the complexions of those kneeling in front of her became whiter.
The pounding finally stopped.
Master of sound.
Emilia Raymond frowned and opened her mouth.
“Replacement.”
An angry voice and an interlude of silence.
— Crack!
Emilia continued her words with the sound of the chair’s handle collapsing.
“Raymond’s upper class is not able to properly catch even one academy cadet. It seems like the upper class is doing really well.”
“I’m sorry, Lord Buangdan…”
“No, don’t apologize. This is all because I didn’t lead the top team properly.”
“It’s not like that.”
“The money and connections in this case alone could feed a guild of any size. I used that money and connections and brought in ‘those people’ to get the job done, but I failed?”
Boom!
The man who hit his head on the floor shouted.
“If you give me one more chance, I will do it somehow!”
In his hand, a piece of paper with Ian’s profile on it was fluttering.