212. The path the memorial warrior walks
“I am truly grateful that a precious person came out to meet me here.”
Mul, a man with an iron mask and white robes, stretches out his hand to shake Lucia’s hand.
Bending his waist or not lowering his head was already an act of implicitly appealing that he was the same level as or better than the saintess.
When someone sees him, he will shout how arrogant he is, but the people who are following Mule now admire and take pride in his actions.
They recognize that the guides they are following are indeed on the same level as the saints of the continent.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t contact an outsider because my body belongs to God.”
Lucia is also polite, but responds strongly.
Strictly speaking, on the continent, the one closest to God’s will is the saintess Lucia.
This meant that she did not accept the Mule as God’s chosen one.
Buzzing believers.
Ignoring their reactions, Lucia continued.
“There are quite a lot of people. It would be appreciated if you could moderate the possible disturbance inside Gray Pond.”
“Did you come to say that on purpose?”
Inside the iron mask, Mule’s white eyes stare at Lucia. Despite her menacing gaze, she nodded her head slightly.
“Nothing has been confirmed about you yet. Just as the memorial lord Deius Verdi experienced in the great debate, you will start the discussion with a conservative gaze…….”
I secretly catch my eyes on the long followers behind the mule.
“You will have to stand in front of the public alone.”
It means that you do not carelessly work inside the city because you do not know that you are truly God’s chosen being.
However, Mule says he expected it and slowly takes off the iron mask and points to his followers.
“Do you see all these followers holding in their hands?”
Too much burden to follow the prophet. Starting with the tent, food, blankets, and supplements were enough for camping.
“No one will set foot in Greypond except me and a few attendants. They will just wait for me outside the walls.”
The followers respond to Mule’s words.
“That’s right!”
“We do not harm or disturb anyone!”
“Saintess, please believe! Mule is truly a messenger sent by God to comfort the dead!”
“Let’s open the tent! We will not do any damage to Greypond!”
Saying that, the devotees moved busily, spreading their tents outside the walls.
Mule looked at them and lowered his head for a moment as if he were praying with his hands together, then looked at Lucia again.
“Those who serve God always strive to be an example to others. I absolutely hate hurting anyone. Isn’t that so, saints?”
Lucia’s head turned around as she watched the huge number of tents spread out.
You just said ‘saints’.
“Aha, one of you is no longer a saint. The gods have labored for her, for she has relieved the burden.”
Mule is right next to Lucia.
So she looks at Stella and smiles.
“But, maybe that’s why you got pretty dirty.”
Unlike words.
A good impression that doesn’t really seem to contain any malice.
A harmless, flawless smile was one of the greatest weapons to gain trust from others.
“Then I’ll go in.”
Mule passed Lucia and headed for the castle gate. Charles, who is known to have been resurrected, and several other attendants follow him.
[If.]
Stella, who had been keeping her mouth shut all along, slowly opened her mouth.
Although no one has heard of it except Lucia and Mule.
For some reason, Mule stops walking and slowly turns his head to look at Stella.
[What would you do if God suddenly said that your mission ended here?]
Mule, who heard that, was dumbfounded and forced himself to hold back his nose almost spilling out.
He put the iron mask back on and held it in his hand before answering without hesitation.
“If it is his will, I will humbly accept it. I am thankful that my role is indeed over.”
The attendants who follow them do not think anything strange even when they see their memorial service suddenly answering the empty air.
Faith to the point of madness.
However, seeing Mule’s answer and the reactions of the attendants, Stella put out a small smile this time.
[You seem to be different from me in many ways.]
“… ….”
[You are extremely God’s point of view.]
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Having said that, Stella turned her body and stared at the horizon outside the castle wall again.
Seeing that he was waiting for someone even though he had already arrived, Mule was strangely annoyed.
Having penetrated her core, she bites her lips at her words and puts on her iron mask again.
“The year beyond the subject.”
What kind of expression is he making in there?
No one knew.
* * *
It’s been a few days since Mule came to Gray Pond. He was already showing various performances inside Gray Pond.
Starting with healing the sick, they go to cemeteries to guide the souls of the dead to the gods, or offer blessings and prayers.
Clearly, Lucia told me not to work in the city recklessly.
With the support and help of the bishops as their backing, Mule was literally running around the busiest in Greypond.
“Didn’t you say the Verdi family’s carriage was coming in tonight?”
The bishops who support him were meeting in the underground chapel today and having talks.
Now, the big debate is one day away.
I heard the news that the Verdi family’s carriage was coming into Gray Pond just in time.
They still don’t know exactly if Deius has returned.
“I’m definitely back.”
Megdoren Firenze, an old man with deep wrinkles, was convinced. He was the bishop of the goddess Hertia, whom Stella served.
“Otherwise, I cannot propose to hold a grand debate in the royal family.”
Because it makes no sense if there is no current memorial service in the place where the memorial service is being discussed.
I wondered if it was because he deliberately entered Gray Pond with a day left in order to appear quite dramatically.
All the other bishops agreed with him.
After all, Deus Verdi will come in today.
“Have you put in the personnel?”
“Yes, of course. However, according to reports, his followers hate Deius so much that it wouldn’t matter if we didn’t step forward.”
“Huh, what a mysterious man. Could it be that all of this was thoroughly planned?”
What they were talking about was the followers of Mule outside the gates.
If Deus Verdi enters Gray Pond through the main gate, he must cross the tent village built by the followers of Mule.
It wasn’t just abusive language, it was a situation that could directly damage Deius.
Unsurprisingly though, a man named Mule made his followers hate Deius close to brainwashing.
Public opinion within Greypond was also gradually being controlled through sermons.
Attractive appearance.
A good laugh.
A move that does not go against the doctrine.
A miracle that proves that God chose him.
He was a demonic man enough to captivate people’s hearts.
“If Deus entered Gray Pond through a route other than the main gate, that would be out of shape.”
Unlike Mule, who proudly led his followers through the gates.
You may be pointed at for passing through the back door like a thief.
The alternatives in front of Deius are the worst and the worst. No matter which one he chose, Deius was bound to suffer damage.
“Looking at that, it could be that Mule intentionally entered Gray Pond one step ahead.”
“Surely it will. He had a few conversations with the man…… Not normal.”
“Because God has chosen you.”
As one bishop put his hands together and declared calmly, the other bishops made subtle faces.
Seeing that he is performing unbelievable miracles, it can only be seen as the power of God.
Also, he always preaches the will of God with his mouth.
But why did the gods who had chosen only one saint for hundreds of years suddenly choose another man?
The bishops still had some nasty questions.
However, to turn Mule into an enemy, he was a very attractive card.
Rather than Deius Verdi, who deals with the black magic called necromancer and travels around to comfort the soul, and who is favored by the king.
It was much more beneficial for Mule, who preaches the will of God and cooperates with them, to sit in the position of a memorial service.
Since the existence of the memorial service appeared, the position of bishops was gradually narrowing.
The lack of divine power and inability to respond to spiritual situations made bishops look incompetent compared to Deius.
“No matter what, all we have to do is assist Mule.”
As McDoren finished his sentence, the other bishops nodded as well.
Numerous people have already witnessed, experienced, and appreciated the miracle of Mule.
In fact, it was a very easy situation for the bishops to simply recite the actions Mule had been doing.
* * *
The sun goes down over the walls of Greypond.
Smoke from a gigantic bonfire rising towards the starry and moonlight.
Outside the walls, in front of the huge bonfire at the center of the tent village that Mule’s followers had set up, the followers were shouting wildly.
“Everyone, Verdi’s carriage is coming soon!”
“As worshipers of God, are we really supposed to just watch Warlock go to Mule?!”
“This is our chance to do God’s will!”
“I mean, we shouldn’t let Mule-sama waste time!”
As the believers planted by the bishops raised their voices and shouted loudly, countless people responded.
There was no need for persuasion, propagation of doctrine, or falsification of the words of Mule.
The believers let out exclamations and shouts as if they had been waiting for this situation, and blocked the road, saying they would block the carriages approaching Gray Pond.
The night air is still chilly.
As people’s barriers were erected, they felt each other’s warmth, and that warmth made them even more mistaken that they were doing the right thing.
[Even though you have eyes, you blind pathetic ones.]
Looking at them like that, Stella clasped her hands tightly on top of the castle wall.
It was also for Deius Verdi, who will arrive soon, but I couldn’t look away when I saw him being controlled as if he had been brainwashed by a man named Mule.
Stella was still worried about Deus.
What was to happen in the future wasn’t simply entering Gray Pond.
Mule showed his greatness and popularity by leading a huge crowd to Greypond.
A kind of performance before the big debate begins.
It was clear that any unseemly appearance here would rapidly spread bad rumors among the citizens.
[Deius.]
The moment you ponder over a longing name that you will meet in a month.
Kikii Profit!
The castle gates, which should not have been opened on a night like this, are shaking.
Soldiers in armor and wizards in robes rushed out past the open castle gates, emitting a long yet explicit echo.
There were not only private soldiers, but also some knights. Their armor had the patterns of the Red Hawk and Geronia family drawn on it.
The yellow robes worn by the wizards on the other side were studded with the sword of light and the pattern of the Britat family.
The wizards are relatively few in number, but they use magic to gently push away the dense followers of Mule like the wind.
“Clear the way.”
Under the gates.
Stella is surprised and relieved by the woman’s voice, which has a calm resonance.
The month in which Deius Verdi disappeared.
She is practically busier than anyone else, and a woman who spreads her hands here and there to find him.
She was the fiancée who had been looking for Deius after getting enlisted soldiers from the Bright family and Geronia family, who had promised to cooperate with Deius during the meeting.
Erika Bright.
She was commanding her troops with her eyes even colder than when she was teaching students at her academy.
“Wait a minute! What are you doing!”
“The big debate hasn’t even started yet! Doesn’t the fact that troops come from the royal family mean that the outcome of the great debate has already been decided?”
“Irregular!”
Congregants shouting loudly without even thinking about the time.
But the golden mana from Erica’s fingertips shot up towards the sky.
It immediately takes the shape of a huge butterfly and scatters mana of light in all directions.
– Silence.
At the enchantment that silenced the audience extensively, they shouted something at the top of their voices, but only the silent sound of insects resounded.
Chuck and chuck!
Accordingly, the knights and wizards pushed the followers and pierced the road along the road.
Standing at both ends of the road with their backs to them, the soldiers and wizards block the followers from coming out to the main road like a solid wall.
An open road.
Walking around there, Erica muttered in a voice so low that she could feel the chill.
“There are differences, of course. Mule is just a demagogue who has yet to receive any recognition.”
Erica’s voice resonated even longer thanks to the stillness provided by the Silence Magic.
Followers rushed to hear that Mule was insulted, but she could not break through the wall between the soldiers and the wizard.
“The memorial service is a person who is personally chosen and appointed by His Majesty and is in charge of important responsibilities in this country.”
Tumble.
She said she was coming by carriage.
Deliberately get off the wagon.
Erica smiled softly at the silhouette of him walking here alone.
That also meant that he knew very well that the performance of this entrance to the palace was very important.
[Kihehehe!]
[Ah! Come! He has come!]
[Someone who will listen to our story has arrived!]
[I am tired. Now give me rest.]
In addition, as the screams of evil spirits, which cannot be blocked by Erica’s magic, begin to erupt all at once, the followers tremble in fear.
The exact opposite.
Contrary to Mule, who entered Gray Pond with praise and praise from countless followers.
Deius Verdi is entering the city, echoing the sorrowful voices and earnest pleas of countless souls in the night.
[This is the correct answer.]
Stella, who was watching it from the top of the castle wall, smiled.
What those who comfort the soul need is not the praise or admiration of those around them.
There was only a soul crying and suffering.
“Clear the way.”
Erica stretches out her hand and once again stands firmly in his path.
“The one chosen by the king is coming.”
Thung.
His feet land.
A road filled with the resentment and curses of countless people, and the sorrow and sorrow of many souls.
A path that Mule walked a few days ago, but now has a completely different meaning.
Deius Verdi started walking that path.
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