I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 63

63. People waiting for the end (4)

“Are there any new supplies coming in today?”

“I hope good things come in.”

We walked slowly through the village entrance and listened to the conversations of the residents. There were no suspicious conversations. They were living their daily lives to the fullest. It was so strange. No pessimism, no pain. Even so, the world my eyes looked at was full of scars.

“too… .”

“It is peaceful. I know it wasn’t like this.”

Bishop Andrew received Daphne’s appreciation in a cold voice. Residents glance back at us, then refocus on their conversation. The Bishop watched the scene blankly, then approached one of the villagers. The residents seemed to be wary of us and quietly withdrew.

“What are you doing here?”

An elderly man approached us. Like all the residents here, he was scruffy and had scattered hair. He had a tough but naive impression, but judging from his thick arms and rough, bare hands, he seemed to be a boatman.

“My name is Andre Jung, belonging to the Royal Palace Interior Officer. By order of Her Majesty the Queen, I have come to investigate the progress of restoration and living conditions in the Baktins area… .”

Bishop Andre calmly stepped forward, using a pseudonym that only changed his surname, but the man waved his hand at the bishop and frowned.

“No work. What else would you like to find out? It’s already crazy over there, telling us to leave here and go somewhere else, but don’t mess with people and go back. As you can see, we are doing well here, content with ourselves.”

The man was coming forward with a rather hostile attitude. The bishop did not get caught up in the attitude and turned his palms to the ground as if telling him to calm down and made eye contact with the man.

“I didn’t come here to urge you to leave. In case there is someone who needs help, or there may be supplies that need to be transported separately. I will not mention the relocation case.”

The man wrinkled his lips and shook his head. I felt another sense of incongruity at that impatient appearance. Some villagers only glanced at us, and some villagers didn’t even care and were talking among themselves.

It was strange. Not only in ruined villages, but also in ordinary villages, this kind of reaction does not come out. At least if someone in town is arguing with what appears to be an official, there should be at least one person wondering what’s going on.

“It’s okay. Our village is doing well without it. Regular supplies are also well supplied. There is nothing more for you to find in this town.”

Perhaps Bishop Andre was thinking the same thing as me, so he turned his head away from the man and looked around. The man couldn’t hide his anxiety at the bishop’s reaction and rolled his eyes frantically following his gaze. Then, he quickly grabbed the bishop’s hand.

“Look, I really appreciate your interest in this, but there really isn’t anything our town needs. Please go back.”

The man’s angry attitude suddenly changed to a requesting tone. The bishop’s eyes flashed as he held his hand. I saw the man’s eyes vibrate. There’s no way the bishop missed what I saw.

“Since we also came here on Your Majesty’s orders, we have to get something. We will consider the situation, but that doesn’t mean we don’t investigate it at all.”

Otherwise,

The bishop turned his head toward Marianne and me dressed as soldiers. This meant that if he refused to comply with the investigation and continued to interfere, he could be arrested.

“Are you really like this?”

“Isn’t there anything unusual about the investigation? We are not here to harm the people.”

The bishop responded calmly, as if telling him to calm down, but the man’s anxiety only increased.

“It is not. It’s not… .”

“Honey, what are you doing here?”

The man froze. His head creaked and turned. I looked at the woman coming toward us. The woman, who seemed to be the man’s wife, gently crossed her arms around his and looked at us. Likewise, it was a look that could not be said to be neat.

“These people… Who are you?”

“Nothing. So, you go back first.”

At that time, the bishop quickly opened his mouth.

“Nice to meet you, madam. My name is Andre Jung, the Royal Interior Minister. This time, I came out to investigate the affected area, so would it be okay if I ask if you could cooperate?”

The man’s expression turned to contemplation, and the woman’s eyes widened slightly as if surprised by the bishop’s words. The bishop’s eyes were constantly catching their changes.

“Oh, you have come from afar. Yes, yes, I can help you as much as you like.”

“you! I told you to go in first!”

The man freaked out and pushed his wife away. The woman looked at her husband blankly, but the man didn’t care and was angry with his wife.

“How many times have I told you! It’s been a while since you broke your leg, but you can’t just come out and walk around! Come in.”

The woman blinked at the man’s hand on her shoulder. Then, raising her hand toward the man’s thick hand, she whispered in an infinitely light and soft voice.

“honey. I said. Getting angry is pointless.”

The man’s eyebrows twitched. The man’s eyes were stained with fear, but soon regained their original color. The woman gently pushed the man away, then went over to the bishop and smiled. Small strands of hair protruded from the side of her hair, which was tied in a round knot.

“Home Secretary, what can I help you with?”

Daphne’s expression was turning pale, but Bishop Andre, who stood in front of her, smiled brightly without showing any expression.

“I wish I could just look around town. Not all of the investigation team has arrived yet, but we plan to stay in this area for a while and take a look at it slowly.”

“okay. Then I will guide you along with your husband.”

The woman turned her head toward the man, and the man nodded, unable to say anything. The sudden change of attitude of the man was also an attitude, but the attitude of the wife who was too calm was also on my nerves. It was as if the husband’s feelings were not conveyed to the woman at all.

“The village is peaceful. I knew there were a lot of long-term patients and injured people not too long ago.”

When the bishop hinted at the question, the woman said “huhu” and let out a small laugh.

“Since the saintess visited once, many of the injured have disappeared. My broken leg was also healed that way.”

A voice like a dream. Her steps were very slow.

“The saintess healed the wounds of the body, but she could not heal the wounds of the heart. This is all a teacher who came to the village not long ago… .”

“honey!!”

The man screamed so loudly that his ears fell. Daphne cowered in surprise, and Bishop Andrew turned to look at the man. At the man’s shout, the woman turned her head to look at the man and smiled. But there was no smile in her eyes.

“Oops, I almost made a mistake. I have to guide you through the village, but I keep saying different things.”

“Fine.”

Bishop Andre nodded, saying that it was okay, but gave off a subtle sense of life. The woman seemed to be grasping the situation by organizing the words she said unconsciously one by one. I’m not sure why I didn’t ask more about that ‘teacher’.

“This is a building used as a school for children… .”

The woman pointed to the buildings made of planks one by one. The people walking down the street didn’t look much different from those at the beginning of the village. He only talked to the woman from time to time, and he only looked suspiciously at us.

“ruler. This is the approximate structure of our village.”

“Thank you for your kind guidance, madam.”

The entrance to the village reached again. The woman was seeing us off with the man. The man hadn’t opened his mouth once since he had yelled at the woman once, and he was looking around as if he was looking at someone. Bishop Andrew glanced at the man, then raised his gaze back to the woman.

“If you visit again later, the other villagers will also welcome you kindly. It’s the first time everyone sees it… .”

“I understand. Then, we will come back.”

Bishop Andre went back and we followed the bishop ahead. As I walked, I turned my head slightly and looked at the entrance of the village. The woman who guided us was still standing there in the same position, looking at our backs.

‘… What the hell is this?’

For a moment, I felt as if I had met eyes with a woman, so I had to turn my head in a hurry. Following the sound of the armor creaking, I moved my steps. It felt as if the woman’s empty gaze followed my back.

“This will have to be examined closely at night.”

said the bishop in a low voice. Daphne nodded from the side.

“People… , Weird. Looking at the expression, it doesn’t look like there’s anything wrong… .”

“It must be strange that there are no problems. The whole town is in that condition.”

Georg also frowned, saying it was strange. I tried to erase the woman’s eyes that kept popping up in my head, and opened my mouth.

“Besides, unlike the first uncle, his wife didn’t seem to care who we were.”

“Right. The man was arguing about issuing an eviction order or something.”

Even without saying this, we all knew that the village was strange. Marianne raised her visor and exhaled expressionlessly.

“Are you okay, Marianne?”

“Yes. No problem.”

In Marianne’s eyes, there was a glimmer of a subtle murder like Bishop Andre’s. As I narrowed my brows anxiously at the pale cheeks, Bishop Andrew turned to me.

“It’s fortunate that there was no harvest though.”

“You mean the ‘Teacher’ the lady said?”

The Bishop nodded with an eerie smile.

“Yes… . I don’t know if it’s human or not. It is very likely that the author of that ‘Teacher’ is one of the evil spirit worshippers. Of course, I’m not their leader, but… .”

The bishop clenched his hands together. Then, a tendon sprouted from that grip.

“We need to catch him so we can get to their roots. It’s been a while since they showed up in a big way.”

The bishop’s rosary swayed as he said that. Bishop Andre let out a small cough, as if he thought he had shown himself too angry.

“If only we could catch any form of worship activity at night, if only we could see how it works. It would be easy to knock them out.”

The bishop grabbed the shaking rosary and rubbed it.

“I look forward to the night.”

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night.

Marianne, wearing a camouflage cloak, was following Bishop Andrew. The Heretic Questioners moved more secretly than the shadows. Even when walking on the grass, there was no sound of blades brushing, and even when I ran quickly, I did not even hear the flapping of the hem of my cloak.

“I can’t see any light at all.”

said the bishop in an emotionless voice. This was the usual look of Bishop Andre Marianne knew. A voice like a spear blade carved out of icicles.

“It’s an environment they love.”

The rain has stopped. But the sky did not clear. A black curtain without stars and moon was still looking down at them like someone’s pupil from above. There were no lights in the village either. There were no bonfires, no tin fires, no lamps, no lanterns. It wasn’t even past midnight yet, but I couldn’t even feel the presence of people.

Bishop Andrew stretched out his hand and signaled to the inquisitors. Just like water mist disappearing into the air, the Heretic Questioners naturally scattered and disappeared into the darkness.

Marianne stood behind Bishop Andrew, looking at the village. The village, devoid of any signs of fire, looked no different from the ruins outside. Bishop Andrew took out his watch from his bosom. 5 minutes before midnight. The bishop’s eyes flashed, and at the same time a change took place in the village.

profit.

profit.

Tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck.

The doors of the village opened one by one, and people were walking out. in silence without saying anything. The people of the village gathered like sludge flowing into a sewer and began to walk in one place. A half-broken brewery at the far end of the village.

The door to the brewery creaked open, and the darkness within began to swallow people one by one. Bishop Andrew tucked his watch into his bosom and looked at the brewery.

That’s it.

It was very faint, but extremely evil and ominous energy was escaping like smoke through the cracks in the door of the brewery.