110. Why did you come out there
After spending a day like that, we finally arrived at the place where Vargo lived. So, I arrived at a place related to that ‘small but big man’.
[Because of this, no one can find it.]
The endless sea of floods. Except for the roads paved by humans, most of the land was a haven for monsters. They weren’t worthy guys, either, but goblins or orcs and other goblins.
A land that is difficult to find and does not need to be found. There were many places in this world untouched by civilization. And now, even out of the range marked on the map.
There was a metal facility that was old and rusty, but still boasted a majestic appearance.
“My God, how did you build a structure like this in a place like this?”
“······Definitely amazing. It seems that the technology that makes up that structure is not inferior to that of our empire.”
A steel dome buried in the ground, with only the top slightly exposed. Originally, it seemed to be hidden more closely, but it seemed to have been revealed after years of neglect.
But if it’s the reason it hasn’t been discovered yet, the location is probably the problem. If it wasn’t for Vargo, we wouldn’t have come to a place like this either.
“uuu・・・・・. Also, no one.”
Vargo murmured gloomily. Be at peace too. Didn’t he know that by the time he came this far, his usefulness had already been exhausted?
[By the way, how do I get in here?]
“I don’t know. Right, always just following the little people.”
Okay, the death penalty is confirmed. Well, it’s annoying now, so later. Looking at the smooth silver surface that doesn’t look like an entrance, I was lost in my thoughts.
However, Cream approached the dome with unhesitating steps, as if thinking was a luxury. She said, tapping her foot on the raised metal ceiling.
“Dandan, right?”
[It’s probably metal, right?]
“Good.”
Cream nodded lightly at my words and spread her small white palms. A chill shuddered and she could see the ice condensing in her hand.
[Hey, wait. No way······.]
Damn it-
And then, with a motion like catching a mosquito, he hit her palm as it was. The cold air that had condensed on her palm spread, and frost covered the steel dome in an instant.
The temperature in the area went down in an instant. The Bishop of the Moon made a bewildered expression, and Cream, who looked at it with satisfaction, jumped lightly in place a few times before leaping high.
Kwaaang!
Then, as the cream surged high into the air, she hit the frozen metal surface with her elbow, adding to her power at the speed of her fall. A normal person would have her body torn apart.
With a terrifying roar, her frozen surface and the metal underneath shattered amicably. Cream nodded her head in satisfaction as she looked at the hole that was wide enough for a human as well as a giant to enter.
“The problem, the solution.”
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“My house, my memories…”
No matter how much I think about it, there must have been another exit originally, but what about it? One by one we jumped through the open hole. Vargo, who was stunned, soon followed us.
It wasn’t that big from the outside, but once inside, the scale was beyond imagination. Well, it must have been embarrassing for a giant species to be able to live only inside without going outside.
And.
“Ugh.”
[This is terrible.]
Choco, who is particularly sensitive to smells, frowned. Of course I thought it would be out of control, but this is a bit harsh.
The first place to go downstairs was clean, but when Cream pushed down the iron door leading to the other area after the search, a terrible scene was revealed in front of his eyes.
Well, there aren’t enough newbies to vomit just looking at a corpse here, but it was still a very impressive sight to see the decomposition of the rotting corpse stopped midway and the maggots also dried up and twisted to death.
[Why? There is no way this would happen simply because it was left unattended for a long time…]
[Why?]
Anyway, he’s also a bad ass in a strange place. I pointed to the corpses of monsters. At first glance, the part that looked rotten, stained black.
Other places were all rotten and eaten by maggots, but the scars there were clear as if they had just been carved, even though they weren’t bleeding.
Pounding. I heard the sound of my heart beating. Not from the chest that had already rotted away, but from the wound that was only stained black.
[Gyaaa-!]
[Because I knew it would be like this.]
In the next moment, the black wound swelled rapidly like a tumor growing. Along with rotten blood, pus, resentment and tenacity, the black tumor exploded and specters poured out.
The ghosts must have waited for a long time in a place where the raw poison, piled up as it piled up, stopped even the corruption, and no life could reach it anymore. Once again, may the warmth of life come close to you.
But, what? I have to say it was just bad luck.
[I will eat well!]
– Activates the spectral power (SS-).
Cream didn’t even come out. The moment I exerted my power, the specters screamed once more. However, the emotion contained in that scream was completely different from before.
Not anger and joy, but fear and despair. Ghosts are drawn to me by an irresistible authority. They screamed, but they dared not reject my call.
It wasn’t just them. Ghosts that were hiding in the corpses of other monsters and crouching. Regardless of their will, the tumor swelled and exploded, and the ghosts were forcibly ejected into reality.
“My God… It really is a demonic sword.”
And those ghosts were all sucked into my black blade. When the son-in-law fell silent, and the echoes of the ghosts’ final deaths died down, Cream put me back.
I’m full. Perhaps because it was forcibly placed inside the monster’s body, the ghost’s grudge had matured as if it had been there for decades. As expected, this is why I like the Dark Church.
It was the same in the last dungeon, and there are many opportunities to eat souls like this when walking around. Come to think of it, it seems that the structure of this maze is similar to that of this one.
[Then am I a fake demon sword?]
“Of course it is, but how could the hero…”
“Shh, Bishop. Isn’t that important now?”
Firen quickly cut Bishop of the Moon, who was trying to make remarks like an old man. He’s a parasitic brother, but he’s quick-witted, which is good.
If you think about it, it’s strange that the Prophet doesn’t notice. After drawing attention from both quarters, I looked at Cream as he tossed over the corpse and moved it to the next area.
“Nothing special.”
[Well, the facility seems to be wider than I thought, so let’s look around a little more.]
However, a similar scene was repeated across several districts. Corpses of neglected monsters. The ghosts that lurk in it. It gets boring after seeing the same scene several times.
Well, retrieving souls is sweet. Like Virgo, these guys seemed to be monsters with the stigma of darkness. But for some reason, I was massacred in this place.
In the first place, the stigma of darkness is similar to the existing stigma only in appearance, but in reality it has nothing to do with divine power. It’s about squeezing the power of the specter, so if I had to question it, it was rather similar to me…
“My friends, they are all dead.”
[What?]
At that time, Vargo, who had been silently following us with a gloomy expression, quietly opened his mouth.
“Friends who grew up together in the nest of steel. All dead I couldn’t even get buried.”
The monster discusses his mourning for the dead. It’s a funny thing. I nudged the gloomy Vargo.
[Do you know why this happened?]
“······A small but big person did that. This project has failed. Discard failed works. Like, I didn’t know what that meant at the time.”
Vargo looked around at the corpses strewn about with sorrowful eyes. However, there was only emptiness in the big one eye that should have expressed his emotions most clearly.
“I think I know now. It was to die Little people killed all my friends.”
I think I know roughly. It seemed obvious that this place was one of the Dark Church’s laboratories. The human corpse you see in the middle is probably a researcher here. It wouldn’t have been just because they were being attacked by monsters.
But no matter what I tried to find, there was no clue as everything was torn apart and rotted away. Should I borrow the power of the locals this time too?
[Is there any place that is well preserved?]
“Are you asking Vargo?”
[Yes. Something might be left.]
Vargo hesitated for a while and checked his eyes. But dozens of pupils roll at the same time, so it’s too obvious.
“If you have it, you can find a small but big person?”
[Maybe. By the way, according to what you said, wasn’t that small but big guy killing your friends and trying to kill you too? Why are you looking for it again?]
Suddenly curious, I asked. After putting it on, he hesitated for a while.
“I want to ask.”
[What?]
“For some reason, small but big people are kind. I really couldn’t have done it on my own volition. So, we’ll meet again. And I will ask.”
Vargo said with an innocent, firm face like a child.
“I believe in small but big people.”
[hahahaha! This is a masterpiece.]
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Of course, I didn’t think that the person who looked after Vargo was such a nice person. It would be fun to watch Vargo realize the truth and despair.
No matter how you look at it, the ‘small but big man’ who took care of Vargo and the ‘prophet’, the leader of a dubious group called successors, are the same person. And it must be difficult to expect goodness from such a man.
It was really sad that I couldn’t watch the reunion of the two. Poor Vargo will die soon.
“I will follow you. There is one place that came to mind.”
Vargo, immersed in thought for a moment, soon turned around and began to stride somewhere. Vargo, who was furthest behind, took the lead, and we followed him.
I passed through several corridors and several iron doors. A place completely empty or haunted by dead bodies. There were places that seemed to be inhabited by people or monsters.
There were also a few places that were presumed to be laboratories. Most of them had nothing left to do, but after following Virgo’s guidance, I felt that I was entering a deeper area little by little.
“Here.”
[It’s definitely different from the door.]
Unlike the previous one, which was a simple metal door, the ink-colored door engraved with detailed children. As if only this place had missed the flow of time, the lock on the door was also doing its job.
Of course, Cream holding the Holy Sword lightly unlocked and opened the door. Inside, too, it was immaculately preserved, as if it had not been touched by time.
A space presumed to be someone’s office. The inside was clean, as if the things had been taken, but among the things the owner of this office hadn’t taken care of, there was something that caught my eye.
＜■■Cult’s wife and last act ■■＞
Inscriptions that are gorgeously inscribed, but crushed because someone deliberately scratched them. And, a portrait hanging above it.
Involuntarily, I let out a shrill scream.
[Why are you here?!]
As if it had just been drawn, it was still vividly and delicately drawn, staring blankly at this side.
Are you around twenty-six? Covering her body was the religious costume worn by the Popes of the Triadic Order, but with the color reversed.
No emotion can be found in the deep eyes that seem to contain the universe. His long, full, straight hair flowed down to the floor, and there was not a single stain on his pure white hair.
[······Cream?]
“Huh?”
I turned my head and looked at the person outside the painting. They are different ages, have different moods, and have different hairstyles, but the more they compare, the more it becomes clear.
The girl in that painting resembles cream. Or, her cream resembles her.