221 – Witch Hunting (3)
Osgar holding a scalpel in his hand.
What should I say about his appearance… It really suits him well.
A confident attitude without hesitation.
Professionalism felt in the hand holding the scalpel.
Even a smile that is flawless.
If this is your first time seeing him here, isn’t he a ‘genius boy doctor’? It’s so perfect that you might think,
To the extent that it gives you the confidence that you can trust and entrust any surgery.
But the problem is different.
The level of magical power neutralization is so unusual that not even a single piece of magic power can be captured.
— Clap, Clap, Clap!
For an operating room, the hands and legs are thoroughly tied. While lying down.
Therefore, there is no way for me to avoid Osgar, who is walking towards me making noises.
“……”
This guy might just want to peel off my skin, one thin layer at a time.
Osgar stood quietly in front of me.
A guy smiling softly while holding a scalpel in one hand.
— Sigh.
He turned the torture rack upward.
The vision of standing up straight.
I faced Osgar in the same position as he was tied to the torture rack.
“I posted it because I thought you might have a hard time raising your head too hard.”
“… Should I at least say thank you?”
“hahahaha. There’s no need for that.”
What was so funny? He laughed as if he was very happy.
It’s a smile that makes everyone who sees it feel good… No, it makes them dirty.
He came a little closer to me.
The fruity scent reaches the tip of the nose.
I’m finally feeling it, but this guy’s body smells like a bittersweet grapefruit.
With a very strange smell of blood.
Even that feels bad.
No. Rather than feeling bad…
“Don’t be too afraid, Ian. There’s still time left until the game starts.”
Yes. It’s fear.
A madman with an infinitely pure smile.
Because I can’t guess how far Osgar will run.
‘Amputation of a leg or an arm… Would be impossible even with super regeneration.’
I can only hope that it doesn’t go that far.
Osgar, the Heretic Questioner who creates evidence that does not exist.
This is the moment when it becomes most important to realize the level of information he is trying to dig up.
‘Anyway, I won’t kill you before the witch trials.’
Sleep.
Osgar’s hand holding the scalpel approached without hesitation.
That direction is my upper body.
“Ha.”
His madness was clearly felt beyond his short sigh.
His hand and scalpel approached without hesitation.
The moment I want to reach now.
— Toad!
He unbuttoned my shirt.
One by one, carefully.
“… What are we going to do?”
“It’s an expensive-looking shirt, but wouldn’t it be a waste if it got blood splattered? Why? Did you think I would cut it right away?”
“Yes.”
He laughed, holding my shirt in his hand.
“Ahahahaha! Ian. A person’s spirit does not break when the body suffers.”
“Then?”
“Just before suffering. When you imagine the pain to come, you tend to break down.”
After thinking about it carefully, this is true.
Usually, when you get hit, you don’t think about anything because it hurts or you’re excited.
Osgar threw his shirt to one side and continued.
“Or maybe it was when you had some hope and then it disappeared.”
Ahahahaha!
His eyes shined as he smiled lightly.
“Ian, I will take it off slowly. Feel the pain and the fear of pain fully. I don’t have any intention of asking Ian anything. I just feel like everything you say is important. That’s how I feel. “
“If you have any questions, you can ask?”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“hahahaha! Where on earth has Ian, who was so confident, gone?”
“My confidence lies in the confidence that I can answer anything.”
Osgar’s eyes shone sharply.
“You’re lying. Ian, you have a lot to hide.”
He’s like a ghost.
It looks like he’s busy laughing at the meeting, but he seems to be watching like a ghost.
The guy shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I’m used to lying. Ian, if you feel like talking, you can say it.”
“I have nothing to say with my mouth.”
“Hmm.”
The corners of his eyes curve into a crescent shape.
At the same time.
The same crescent-shaped scalpel touched the skin of my chest.
Quuk.
It’s cool.
The unique coolness of metal materials is bitter.
Unlike his smiling face, his businesslike hand movements add to the coldness.
Quuk.
My skin being pressed by a scalpel.
The elasticity of the skin resists the scalpel.
Osgar exquisitely adjusted his power as if he was enjoying it.
If you give just a little more, you will feel as if the skin barrier will break through with a ‘puh’ sound.
“Ian, do you think it’s too unexpected for me to do this?”
I think he’s crazy rather than random.
What caught your eye was a natural disaster.
Sleep.
The scalpel moved as if it was scanning me.
I only felt a creepy sense of foreignness and coldness.
Still not a single drop of blood.
Precise swordplay without any error.
“But you smell very suspicious. You seem to be hiding some very big secrets.”
“There is nothing like that.”
“No. There is. It’s a memory. Or maybe it’s a prophecy. Whatever it is, if you don’t want to say it yet, you don’t have to.”
Quuk.
The scalpel dug deeper into my skin.
Took!
Feeling like something is breaking.
The scalpel was sharp and cold, but that feeling soon disappeared.
What took its place was heat and warmth. These feelings.
Blood flows down.
“Let’s slowly find out what’s on Ian’s mind, one by one.”
Quuk.
The moment when his scalpel was about to be lowered a little longer.
— Knock!
A knock was heard.
Osgar’s eyes, which were filled with infinitely clear madness, fell from my upper body.
He opened the door to the room.
“What is it?”
“This is a message to bring them to the meeting hall.”
“Are you currently being interrogated?”
“The Holy Father said that this witch trial would proceed without interrogation.”
“Ahahahaha.”
Osgar laughed.
The same smile as always.
But at this point, I could feel his emotions.
The corners of Osgar’s eyes were trembling very slightly.
“There will be opportunities later.”
He muttered.
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I followed the paladins up the stairs.
The scalpel marks on his upper body were all recovered thanks to the magic of the healing priest.
At this point, I feel a little embarrassed.
I was prepared to knit a circuit to some extent.
Irrespective of my innocence – this is the game where you have to be prepared to that level from the moment you meet Osgar. The mindset that anything is okay as long as you don’t die.
It is fortunate that the hand of salvation came down just before the fresh sashimi was made.
Why did the Pope suddenly call me, or to be more precise, the witch candidates?
There are some parts that are a little unclear.
‘It’s not like the Pope suddenly sent a paladin down to save me.’
If that were the case, the shackles on my arms and legs would have been removed first. Seeing that this is at stake, I’m still treated like a criminal.
Anyway, if you just look at the Pope’s face, there is a way to survive.
He was not easily captured by the Holy See without such means.
Sometimes you have to take risks to get the necessary benefits.
There is virtually no way to view the Pope normally, so this ignorant plan has value.
“Go here.”
The place I went to, led by the Holy Knight’s hand, was the conference hall.
Is this the conference hall again? The words almost came out, but the atmosphere here is quite different.
Both the chairs and tables had a luxurious atmosphere that made it difficult to guess their value.
Beyond one of the open walls, there was a stage-like space set up as if some kind of welcome performance was taking place.
Of course, my seat was in an awkward corner.
As I placed my handcuffed and restrained hands on my lap on a cold wooden chair, I felt like a proper criminal.
“I’ll search for a moment.”
The Paladin looked around my body here and there.
We have already searched our bodies twice, both when getting on and off the convoy, so there is no need to worry about getting caught again.
The paladin scanned my body with divine power as if it were some sort of scanner, nodded his head and walked away.
Anyway. There are two more wooden chairs next to me.
Who wants to sit here?
The question was quickly resolved.
Immediately, I heard a rumor of popularity.
The middle-aged man and woman I saw in the convoy came in and sat down one after another.
The woman looked normal except that she was scared, but for a middle-aged person, her mouth was set.
It looks like he’s probably been hit by a silencing spell.
You shouldn’t use your mouth carelessly like that.
I kept my mouth shut and stared ahead.
The surroundings soon became bustling.
People coming and going as if something great is coming.
And at some point, they disappeared and only three criminals remained.
The silence that came without any sound.
What broke the psychological tension was a soft noise.
— Suddenly
The door was opened.
A pure white, yet luxurious and sacred priest’s uniform comes through the gap.
The one who walked through the door like that was the religious leader and father of tens of millions of Deus believers, the highest-ranking priest, the master of the Holy See, and the leader of Holy Constantine.
It was the Pope, Dios II.
oh, Title get!!