I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 65

65. People waiting for help (1)

flesh. And blood vessels sprouting black like tentacles. However, the child’s expression did not look as painful as it was. Her face, which had been distorted by the phantom pain at the severed part, seemed very comfortable as of now. Just like that of a sleeping person.

“This… How did you do it?”

Bishop Andrew asked without showing any embarrassment.

“He healed you. ‘Teacher’ That it would make the child’s arm grow new and lessen the pain. And I said This child is the proof of the end… .”

The woman said, placing her hand on the child’s shoulder. Isis couldn’t hear the woman. All Isis sees is the child’s terribly changed face, and the mother’s happy face, saying she doesn’t have to see the child complaining of more pain.

“Okay, go in first.”

As the woman patted the child on the back and said, the child went back in. Isis followed the disappearing child’s back with her eyes. What did you see? What the hell did the apocalypse worshipers do to that kid? what is going to happen Did anyone else besides that kid do that?

Isis’s head spun. When she showed signs of stumbling, Arjen quickly grabbed her by the shoulder. Bishop Andrew glanced at Isis, then turned to the woman. The bishop’s eyes were emotionless.

“Come on in. I’d like to treat you to a cup of tea.”

“No, thanks. I have to go back and write a report.”

The Bishop moderately sighed. She didn’t seem to think much of the reason why she couldn’t.

“Does ‘Teacher’ often appear in town?”

At Bishop Andrew’s question, the woman shook her head.

“Nope. He only shows up in town at midnight every time he has time for a sermon. We don’t know where you usually live. It was during that sermon that I healed my son’s mind and body at the same time. Before that, he had once appeared in the village during the day… .”

The bishop frowned. Doesn’t show up during the day. You can only see him at night. Then, the only way to contact him is to sneak into the brewery at night. It would be the cleanest thing to deal with all the people in the brewery, but friction with the Kairos Kingdom is unavoidable.

“Is there no other way to see ‘Teacher’ than to attend that sermon at night?”

The woman smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah. Did the Home Secretary become interested in your teachings as well?”

Bishop Andre gave a bloody smile at the woman’s question.

“I think it’s very interesting. If there is a chance, I would definitely like to attend at least once.”

The woman smiled as if she was pleased with the bishop’s answer.

“Oh, then… . Come to the brewery at the end of our town at midnight. Any newcomer would always be welcome, and would be even more delighted if it was from outside our town. It would be great if my husband followed me like this… . He says he won’t go all the way.”

The woman said and grabbed the bishop’s hand.

“There are a lot of people around me who are interested in this. Maybe someday my husband will notice too, right?”

The bishop looked the woman straight in the eyes and nodded.

“Yes, madam.”

Coudangtang-!!

Then, I heard someone running. A rainwater gutter bucket standing in the alley spilled and spilled black water. The woman’s husband, the man the bishop had met for the first time, was striding forward, his face contorted with anger and fear.

“you-!! How many times have I told you not to bring guests into the house-!!”

The man looked at the door of the open house and kept his mouth shut. The blood drained from his face, turning it dead brown.

“I showed you my son. The saintess helped us. I’ll see what happens to my son.”

It was such an innocent voice. The man shuddered, then slapped his wife.

jump-!

The woman’s body was too weak to handle the strong man’s strength. The woman stumbled backwards, collided with the door and fell over. However, the woman did not grab the cheek that the man had slapped and stared at the man with a swollen face without a change in expression. The man twisted his face like a demon and approached his wife, who had fallen by the door.

“I. No matter what. That’s not okay.”

“They also understood. He also said that he was interested in what the teacher said. Now all you have to do is say you know. Why is my son cured, but you keep saying that he is not?”

“Crazy bitch.”

The man stumbled and stepped back. Then, tearing off his hair, he knelt on the floor and let out an angry cry that sounded like crying. thud. thud. The man’s hands were slashed, torn, and stained with blood. The woman looked at the man as if he were an animal.

“Please calm down.”

The bishop grabbed the man and raised him up. The man who staggered and barely got up grabbed the bishop’s collar with his bloody hands. The stench of unwashed people rises up. The man led the bishop and staggered toward the depths of the alley.

“I see.”

The man looked around and asked. The Bishop nodded slowly, and the man wrung his arms and looked into the Bishop’s eyes.

“Help me. You didn’t say you were the Home Secretary. I mean, this town is getting weirder. All of this started after the author named ‘Teacher’ came in. One by one, people are falling for her tricks and receiving strange teachings.”

The man poured out his words without stopping, then took a rough breath.

“I can’t anymore. I can’t possibly live sanely here. My wife won’t even listen to my request to leave.”

The man then looked around again.

“I don’t know where his ears are listening. All the villagers are his eyes and ears now. so… .”

hehehehe.

The man sat down on the floor with a sound that I couldn’t tell whether it was laughter or crying. Then she raised her head again and looked at the bishop and the saintess who had followed him.

“Help me. Please, save us.”

Isis looked into the man’s eyes. Above all, these were the eyes of a person who was lost in deep despair. When people around you go crazy one by one, how would it feel to be the only one holding on to the opposite sex?

“Lady. Please, deny what they say. Please put an end to this madness.”

Tell us, the world isn’t over yet.

The man said so in a grievous voice.

—

“… What was that?”

One of the Heretic Questioners spoke out. Bishop Andrew looked back at the people gathered in the church. All the people who had visited the village had such pale, tired expressions. The bishop recalled the shape of the flesh covering the child’s body.

“Fragments of Disaster.”

The Bishop gave a brief reply, taking a cigarette from his pocket and holding it in his hand. Then, he lit the end of the cigarette using his sex machine and sucked it in.

“Perhaps the third catastrophe… . It must be the Kraken. There are records of demon worshipers creating monsters by feeding them the flesh of snakes before.”

Whoa. Smoke escaped the bishop’s mouth faintly. Arjen’s face, which had always been expressionless, was now contorted with disgust.

“Why are you doing that?”

“There are those who do it out of simple curiosity, and there are those who sincerely wish for a revival of disaster.”

The bishop took another long puff of his cigarette. Tobacco leaves burned black.

“Then what happens to the person who received the transplant?”

“What are you expecting me to say? Either turn into a monster that has lost its intellect and reason, or turn into a mass of flesh and die. One of the two.”

The bishop blew out smoke as he looked down the road towards the village.

“Is there a possibility that the disaster will resurface again?”

“It converges to zero. Perhaps demon worshipers are well aware of that fact. However, it is the evil spirit worshipers who can replace thousands of people with the possibility of converging to zero.”

Arjen frowned.

“Is their true purpose to be the resurrection of disaster?”

“I don’t think so. No one knows their purpose. Perhaps only their chiefs know.”

Bishop Andrew took out a portable ashtray and put a cigarette butt in it.

“Well then, it seems we are deciding what to do one by one. Sneaking into their heretical sermons and accessing end times cults. Catching that ‘Teacher’, weeding out the worshipers of the end, and… .”

“It must be killing the child who received the transplant. If there are any other people like you, find them again and kill them.”

Arjen said coldly. The bishop looked back at Arjen disapprovingly, but did not deny it.

“Yes. It would be best to deal with the child before he turns into a strange being. It would be good for us to turn into flesh and disappear on its own, but considering that it’s already alive, it seems that it has a much greater chance of turning into a monster.”

The eyes of Bishop Andrew and Arjen met. Arjen grabbed the sword hilt with a wry smile.

“Is it necessary to delay execution? Wouldn’t it be better to deal with it as quickly as possible?”

“It would be good to implement it together when catching that ‘teacher’. The guys hiding here seem to be quite large, so you’d better be prepared.”

The bishop took out a dagger from his bosom and held it. Isis watched as the bishop’s dagger slammed into the chair. As if the chair were a child’s head. The blade of the dagger gently dug into the chair.

Please help. please save us

It sounded like a man’s voice. Isis looked at the bishop and Arjen as they discussed the treatment of the child. Treatment means discussing how to kill a child.

‘Are you meaninglessly consuming the soldiers, Illroy? Fighting him in the strait doesn’t change the fact that you have to face him at sea. To really kill the kraken, you have to wait until it’s on the shore, then strike it from both land and sea at the same time. Otherwise, there is no way.’

By agreeing to that, I had already lost an opportunity to save them. because i was afraid Because I still didn’t know the weight of saving someone else.

And Isis witnessed the consequences of this choice closer than anyone else. I remembered the people who were dying without having time to heal the father who asked to be saved. A lost city, a broken village. What will the man do when his child dies?

Tell us, the world isn’t over yet.

Isis opened her mouth involuntarily.

“no.”

Arjen and Bishop Andrew looked back at her at the same time. Isis once again spoke clearly, with strength in each letter.

“You must not kill the child.”

Bishop Andrew frowned at Isis’ words.

“What do you mean, Isis?”

“It is literally. I’m telling you not to kill him.”

The bishop shook his head and opened his mouth again.

“Isis, didn’t I tell you? There is no way to get the child back. Now that it has been eroded to that extent, there are only two futures left for the child.”

Become flesh, or become a monster.

“It would be much less painful for us to die.”

Arjen added. Isis shook her head. Of all those options, Isis couldn’t choose. This was not an atonement, but a punishment given to her.

“I will treat you.”

Bishop Andre and Arjen’s expressions hardened.

“… Treatment is not possible. It’s a waste of time, Isis. You cannot waste your mana in a place like this.”

Isis stubbornly shook her head.

“I can give you a chance. Just once. If that fails, you can do as the bishop wants.”

“… When and how are you going to treat me, Isis?”

“You can go and treat them at the time they say they gather at the brewery.”

This time, Arjen shook his head.

“It is too dangerous. I must have told you to refrain from activities at night. Isis. I know you feel sympathy for them, but there are some things that sympathy alone cannot overcome.”

“Even if your magic could work a miracle and cure it, the odds are slim.”

“I will go there no matter what anyone says.”

Arjen frowned at Isis’ words.

“You have to take too many risks with unseen possibilities, Isis. We must remember that our purpose is to catch heretics here… .”

“Catching heretics and saving people, I guess.”

“It is the stubbornness of a child.”

Isis frowned. But no one seemed to agree with her opinion. Bishop Andre was opposing it along with Arjen, and the other Heretic Questioners also refused to make eye contact with Isis as if they were embarrassed.

If left as it is, as it is, the child will die before you can try to heal it again.

If so, they will have to live like filth, forever unsaved.

“please… .”

Tears welled up in Isis’ eyes.

Just once, if only I could get a chance.

“I agree with Isis.”

Then, a voice broke the silence. Arjen narrowed his eyes at the voice and raised his head.

“… you.”

Warrior.

Illroy raised his hand.

“There is a possibility of obtaining it even if it is infinitely close to 0, so why ignore it?”