32- Sanctuary Attack (2)
“hehehehe~”
A humming song came out spontaneously. She tried on a dress prepared only for tomorrow, not the plain nun’s uniform she usually wears.
I was satisfied with my reflection in the mirror. Her chest area was a bit left out, but the overall shape was good enough.
I enjoyed the fluttering of the frills on her dress as I spun around her.
A saint.
She must remain virtuous throughout her life, and she must not have feelings for anyone except God.
Originally, a place that is not a place for the likes of me.
That’s why I’ve been hiding my emotions.
I fooled everyone by playing the best saintess.
‘Wouldn’t that be the perfect bride?’
It was a day of hard work. He had never had anyone else on his mind, and he had risen to the point where he could stand next to him.
Although I didn’t grow satisfactorily physically, that was an inevitable problem.
Tomorrow was the inauguration day of a new pope.
The new pope doesn’t care much. The important thing is that the boy who is the duke of the empire will definitely visit.
How should I approach it?
Should I talk first?
Or should I wait for them to come over first?
It was a night where I couldn’t sleep easily.
.
.
.
“I don’t know who it is, and I have no intention of knowing.”
“Uh…Yes?”
A harsh word. That was it.
A brief meeting of a few seconds was enough for the love that waited for years to be destroyed.
“I…It’s me. It’s Lucia, do you not remember for a while?”
“Go away. I don’t care who you are.”
He shoved me away, speaking harshly.
I was embarrassed. Why?
I’ve been living believing only those words for decades?
Why did you save me?
I, who had already lost my mentality, left the worst handshake ever.
I never thought that the cause of his crookedness was his father’s death.
“Duke Damian, how are you? You’ve been so nice to me.”
Listening to my words, Laplace slowly walked towards me.
I thought it was a success. You finally thought of me.
But it was different.
“Eup, up, up!”
He grabbed me by the collar at once.
“Don’t use your father’s name indiscriminately.”
“Wow!”
Then he threw me away and quietly disappeared.
This was a reunion with my first love.
Worst.
**
“It may hurt. Just be patient.”
Carefully removed the shoe from Lucia’s right foot.
Then she pulled up her skirt and slowly pulled on her white stockings.
The pure white bare feet were exposed. The ankle, bent in a strange direction, was bruised and swollen.
‘It must be painful.’
At least the bones were cracked, or appeared completely broken.
“Shouldn’t have been more careful.”
“I fell from this height, how could I not die?”
That was true. It was a height that would not be strange even if he died instantly if he had hit it head first.
It was a wound that could be healed with Lucia’s divine power. However, there was one problem.
“Hurry up and use the healing arts. I’ll hold you.”
I had to use the healing technique with the bones aligned correctly.
Healing is a way to increase the regenerative power of the body, not magic that can cure unconditionally.
For that reason, Cecil’s eyes couldn’t be healed with healing magic either.
If used in a fractured state, the bones could stick in strange directions.
“Okay.”
As if she had experience in treating wounds like this, Lucia held out her leg while showing her painful expression.
She didn’t say anything about being sick like before. She just had to touch a wound that was painful enough to let her go.
In silence, she held her calf with one hand and her ankle with the other.
She applied force to her bent ankle. The top and bottom of the joint were aligned in a straight line.
“…Ugh!”
A low moan escaped Lucia’s mouth.
Then she began to skillfully use healing arts.
Golden divine power covered her wound.
When her swelling went down and her bruises went away, she put on the stockings and shoes she had taken off.
“Huh… Let’s start again.”
It was amazing to see him get up and take off his clothes. Although the wounds of ordinary soldiers have healed, the pain remains, so it is average to rest for a day or so.
The saintess rather walked ahead.
“Come with me.”
Following Lucia, she stepped into her endless passage.
**
“Are there no saints who have captured her sanctuary until now?”
“Yes, but there were very few attempts.”
‘No bullsh*t.’
Now though there are two inhibitors, the Pope and Lucia.
In the past, the Holy Kingdom was close to an outlaw group.
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I did anything to raise my holy power even a little bit, and I used the miracle of God for self-interest.
Such people just leave the place called Sanctuary? It was an inconsistent story.
‘I just tried, and then I died and covered it up.’
Anyway, it was a filthy long passage. I’ve already walked more than 20 minutes, but I can’t see the end.
“Lucia, how much further do you have to go?”
“Everything, you… Look over there.”
Lucia’s hand tugged at the hem of my dress. She was cute, like a girl from a scary movie.
-Greureuk.
The one blocking us from the front was a grotesque anomaly.
The overall shape was similar to that of a human, but there was an unknown melting liquid covering the entire body and disgusting tentacles dripping from the arms.
It felt like a junk mob 1 from a horror movie.
They weren’t the devil’s servants.
At least they were living beings, but the enemies in front of them were not creatures.
‘Eight.’
We were at a disadvantage in numbers, but this was a narrow passage.
At that size, two of them attack at the most.
“Let the light shine well.”
“Yes..?”
I handed Lucia’s torch, which was shining with divine power, to her.
As soon as he took a big step forward, he drew his sword.
Chang!
The tip of her sword deflected her tentacles that had been aiming for Lucia.
It was questionable whether she had intelligence, but it was unexpected that she aimed at Lucia, who uses her divine power.
-That’s right.
I couldn’t tell his expression because he had no face, but I knew one thing for sure.
They would try to kill Lucia first.
Then I didn’t have to think any further.
Enough to wield a sword, but an unfavorable space for the opponent, an enemy that shows hostility in front of you.
I didn’t wait for the mana to dwell in the sword.
I moved forward thinking only about acting faster than the opponent.
The enemies threw out dozens of tentacles.
‘It’s not a fatal attack unless it’s a direct hit.’
With the previous battle, I felt the power to some extent. It wasn’t dangerous unless it was an attack that came in right at a critical point.
Chack, a tentacle passed by the eye and cut through the skin. Blood splattered and his vision was slightly obscured.
Arm.
Legs.
Waist.
Cuts were carved all over her body.
But it wasn’t to the point of death, and there was a saintess behind me.
“Everyone, what are you doing dangerously!”
Although she was angry, Lucia was perfectly performing the healing arts.
The wounds healed in an instant, and the blood stopped.
It reached right in front of the opponent, knocking off the tentacles flying toward Lucia.
There was no need to contain thunderbolts. Just swinging was enough.
The enemy’s tentacle was blown away while passing the attack coming from the line of sight.
The neatly cut section began to swell and grow new tentacles.
This time, when his leg was cut off, he lost his balance and collapsed.
Dodging another flying opponent’s attack, driving the sword into the head of the fallen enemy.
Pass.
An opponent whose head was attacked disappeared without being able to regenerate.
Weakness is the head.
It was the beginning of a one-sided slaughter.
**
‘It’s strange.’
I thought about the identity of the sense of incongruity while wiping off the liquid splashed by the enemies.
It was only natural for my head to get hot during the battle.
However, it was very different from usual. His cold-hearted thinking continued, but his body focused only on slaughtering the enemy in front of him.
It was clear that something had changed.
“What would you do if you really… Were to die?”
Lucia came next to me and was using healing techniques.
Seeing her spurring me reminded me of spurring Lucia in the original work.
“What are you looking at with those eyes?”
‘When will I stop ticking?’
“So what are the conditions for attacking the Sanctuary?”
As much as it is a fantasy world, there are adventurers and dungeons in this world.
For average dungeons, the condition is to kill the boss in the boss room.
“From what I’ve heard, the only thing I can do is go all the way…”
I wanted to turn around and leave right away, to think that I had to go any further down the aisle where
Might end at some point.
I sighed and leaned my back against the wall next to me.
Then, I felt as if a switch had been pressed.
Soon, the wall collapsed and an unknown room appeared.
“You…What are you doing?”
Actually… I might have a talent for raiding dungeons?
It’s a joke,
I didn’t understand what was going on either.
‘Giyeon and Hidden Peace finally monopolized?’