45 – 7. Recapturing the City
Wraping oneself in explosives and detonating oneself was a tactic not even a well-armed knight would use.
No matter how strong the armor was, it couldn’t block the impact that exploded right in front of you.
This was the first time even Raven, who had been wandering the battlefield for over a decade, had seen it.
So I thought it would be the end if I just made him drop his weapon, but I didn’t expect that Marcus would embrace him and do such a reckless thing.
For Marcus too, this was a bold decision.
He had faith that his men would get the job done even in the captain’s absence, and he decided that he was the only one who could do this among cowards.
The siege went smoothly. Therefore, he was confident that if he could stop Raven here, he would win, and if not, he would lose everything.
The injuries that came with it were nothing compared to the ambition and goals he had.
The moment he touched Raven, Marcus sneered inwardly.
‘I won. ‘I won!’
As a mere leader of a gang of thieves, he can bring down the ecosystem-disrupting species that tears apart the knight’s armor.
It was the only breakthrough I finally found after humbly accepting my lack of skills.
“Kaaa!!”
And when the explosion finally occurred.
With his mind fading, Marcus lowered his gaze slightly and examined Raven.
His own body was bumped and tangled with his men who were standing behind him, leaving no part of it intact.
Even if Raven wasn’t completely ruined, I hoped he would at least lose his mind.
Soon the dust settled.
And Marcus let out a hollow laugh when he saw the knight standing there as if nothing had happened.
“Ha… ….”
If the opponent was that unreasonable, I wouldn’t even get angry.
He was just convinced that God had abandoned him. Maybe he should have prayed harder.
Marcus sensed that the moment in which he had devoted his entire life to success had finally come to an end.
It was better to struggle and die than to run away like a coward and live a lonely life, but it was still a lesser evil than the worst.
Honor and honesty, faithfulness and charity.
The church lost all the worldly things it had gained by giving up the most noble values of chivalry that it had cried out for. All that remains is an ambition that will never be fulfilled.
At this time, what Marcus felt after reading the article was not hatred or resentment.
“… “Things I don’t have.”
I was so jealous of that.
I envied what he had and what he would gain by stepping on his own corpse after the siege.
And if I were to be at fault here, it would be that I was unable to plunder the coveted items from Raven as I had done so far.
That was all, but since they were both risking their lives, it was impossible to argue with them.
“Goodbye.”
“Ah… ….”
The miserable body that had lost everything took its last breath.
The unattainable dream was shattered by the downward white line.
*****
Before me was what was once Marcus.
I took a breath and started to understand the situation. Of course, I had a rough idea of what had happened.
I felt around my chest where the necklace would be hanging.
Of course, there was no feeling of being touched due to the armor added on top.
But the momentary feeling of being set on fire was clear.
It was clear that I was not shocked by the explosion thanks to the necklace that Lisia gave me. Judging by the feel of the clothes inside, it seemed like they were now in pieces.
Originally, sacred relics were prone to breaking when shocked.
Isn’t the compass I’m carrying with me one of those broken items?
Now that I think about it, I think I’m forgetting one thing.
What was it? Oh yeah.
“I asked for it to be returned safely…… ?”
I was able to recall what Lisia had requested.
Since I couldn’t take off the helmet now, I couldn’t take out her necklace and check it with her own eyes, but no matter how much I thought about it, recovery was impossible.
It broke into at least three, no, four pieces.
A medieval world without super glue. Does this mean I have to return the gift I bought after breaking it?
“f*ck, what kind of idiot is that?”
“I-I can’t do it anymore. “How do you deal with that!”
The thieves, who stumbled after colliding with the leader, lost their will to fight and turned their backs. Of course, the speed at which he ran away with his limping leg was slow.
For a moment, I caught a thought that had been drifting somewhere else.
Yes, this was the middle of enemy territory. Let’s think about these concerns after we leave safely.
No one would commit suicide after seeing the scene just a moment ago, but since there would be no second life, one had to be careful and keep a reasonable distance. I learned a new lesson today and my knowledge increased.
I grabbed the luminous sword and ran towards the remnants, shouting.
“Stand up!”
“A crazy glow-in-the-dark sword is chasing you!”
Fortunately, among the enemies I encountered after that, there were no thieves armed like Marcus.
After that, I proceeded without incident, cutting down the bandits who were running away after seeing the attack reflection bug.
*****
At the time, Raven was excitedly walking around the castle, swinging her luminous sword.
Licia was becoming extremely anxious.
“Oh, what should I do…” ….”
No matter how much I stared at the castle, I couldn’t see what was going on inside because I wasn’t clairvoyant.
Thoughts filled with ominous possibilities filled the girl’s head.
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The necklace was a sacred relic made so that it would not be damaged by any shock.
There is no way that someone could have ripped off a sacred pine cone and committed suicide, so it was likely that the armor was pierced and the person was injured inside.
How injured was it? Is he still alive? Still, I made a relic for him, so I guess he’s still alive.
And at this time, what can you do?
Raven said that the only thing he could help with during the siege was healing.
When I asked if he could help me in battle by practicing more attack magic, I stopped him by saying that only adults do such cruel and violent things.
The reason was that no matter how chaotic the world was, it was impossible to make a child get blood on his hands.
But hearing those words did not mean she would no longer be a saint, so she was still confident in her attack magic.
I wanted to find out what was going on right away.
However, there was no magic that could dare to arbitrarily fold, distort, and move this world owned by God along with time and knowledge.
So all I had to do was go in and find him myself.
As long as he survived, he could heal.
‘I have enough confidence to come back, so just wait.’
But the words he left stuck in my mind, and the hand he was about to extend went down again.
Going directly to the front lines and using attack magic was completely different from secretly using healing magic from the rear.
Everyone could see the light shooting out, so it couldn’t be hidden.
The priests would find out who the owner of the magic was, and it was inevitable that they would discover that she was a saint. The meaning of Raven leaving alone to hide her identity was lost.
What was the reason that she remained a mere ward of Lisia, rather than a saint?
At first, it was so as not to remain lonely among people who were attracted by the brilliant title of saint that would be attached to their name.
Next, it was because she was disappointed in the church. The hypocrisy I encountered on my way to college and the conflict that festered inside me were far from a happy life.
And now.
‘If we get caught, we’ll split up here.’
It was because I didn’t want to lose the happy life I had finally achieved.
The success he talks about is being selected by a lord and acquiring land. There wasn’t much contact with the church.
However, it was a relationship that would end when he arrived at university anyway.
There was no need to be too disappointed if it ended a little early.
Even at this time, there was a soggy regret that remained like a lump in my heart.
But that was a stubbornness that would not have been established without Raven anyway, so after acknowledging that fact, I was able to easily shake it off.
“Because I have to make a choice I won’t regret…… !”
I could see the attack magic fired by the priests in the siege in the distance.
It was a familiar magic, having already seen it many times. A level that should not have been permitted to a young girl was overcome by the irrationality of God’s love.
People… Our allies might get caught up, and I asked him not to get blood on his hands, so I pass it on.
Instead, aim for the castle gate. I wasn’t very skilled, so I wouldn’t be able to break through it all at once, but if I couldn’t, I would have to try several times.
Clerics could also feel the signs that a great spell was about to be cast.
Some of the priests who had already noticed this were startled and looked around. But once the decision had been made, there was no turning back.
Lycia held the magic she had created in her hands. Then she puts one foot back, and opens her hand slightly to shoot an arrow made of light.
The greatest miracle that only God can create is here –
“Okay, that’s it.”
“Oh.”
And then, there was someone behind her gently squeezing Lisia’s wrist.
The magic dissipated helplessly due to the unprepared impact.