160. Third person observer point of view
[I am different from Carbal.]
Aries said so. She needed to know clearly about her comrade-in-arms from hundreds of years ago, the battle saint.
Muffin talked about many things, but in the end none of them were clear answers. Unlike the demonic sword, who was overjoyed at the food, Aries was not so clumsy as to blurt out such an argument.
No, that sword that has lived for hundreds of years and is still faithful to human desires like that is strange! Controlling her rage with deep breathing, Aries glared at the muffin.
[This is the last question. Who are you?]
[Yes, I should tell my lady before she gets mad.]
You don’t seem to know that that attitude of bothering everything makes the other person even more angry. However, Aries had no intention of being swayed by her any longer.
[Your prediction is correct. I am not a battle saint.]
This is exactly what I expected. However, that made it even more suspicious. That tone, that temperament. Certainly not Murphy’s. But how.
[Because I don’t think you’re going to answer the question of who you are. So, let me ask you this. How did you know the memory of that person alone?]
The reason why Aries had believed Muffin as a battle saint up until now, despite the different temperaments and different ways of speaking, was that there was no mistake in her words.
She suddenly appears and how can she believe in someone who claims to be a battle saint? Secretly or openly, Aries asked Muffin several times about her saintess. And she cross-validated it with her own memories.
If you’re a follower of the Battle Saint, you might know the famous story behind it. However, like the argument between the two and the counseling Murphy Lowe asked Aries one night.
Muffin knew a secret story that couldn’t be recorded in any history book.
[I hope you don’t make such a ridiculous excuse that you are a hardworking warrior.]
[Oh, did you get caught?]
The diligent warrior is a man, and like the other warriors, he received not only the stars but also the blessings of the three gods, and he used the power of the moon instead of the stars. Above all, he didn’t know about his personal counseling until the end.
When memories of the former master, which had faded, came to mind, his anger increased proportionately. The hardworking warrior was the most courageous of all the warriors she served.
Why did he declare the elder lich to be the demon king, and how a mere rural youth grew up to become a warrior feared by the demon king? It’s probably only Murphy and her who know the story.
It was only the three of them. It’s not from a third party that no one knows! But even in the face of her wrath, Muffin just looked at Aries with her laid-back, bored expression.
[You are…!]
[I am not your enemy. I am a helper who came down from the heavens to help the hero, and I swear by this under the name of the star.]
However, the moment Muffin opened her mouth, her mood suddenly changed.
The muffins escaped her choco hands and floated into her air. No, it wasn’t simply support, it was rather closer to the invisible hand holding the dagger of light firmly like a beacon.
Majestic power gathers, and a god-like radiance gazes upon this land. It was not difficult for everyone in the group to recognize that it was an oath made on their faith.
The weight of an oath made in the name of a god is grave, and no one can place their beliefs on the scale.
[Are you still lacking?]
[What I asked is not your intention! You are······!]
However, that might be serious, but in the end, it wasn’t the answer Aries wanted.
“Ari, S.”
The Holy Sword tried to shout something. He was furious, and wanted to hear the answer even with all his might. But before she commits to any one of those many options.
Chin. A white hand rested on her handle.
“Stop.”
The vibration of Aries, which had been rattling as the scabbard flashed, stopped. Being crushed by her white fingertips, the holy sword could no longer exert its own power.
Of course. She is the warrior’s sword. Even if she is invulnerable to all things, her hero can grab and wield her, so Aries’s full strength has become powerless in front of her hero. It’s an old promise.
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“Whether muffins, battles, saints or not.”
Feeling the light fading in my grasp, Cream concluded his words calmly.
“Things, things, not so much, not so important.”
It was as she said indifferently. The reason why Muffin joined the party in the first place was because of her status as the saintess’s sword. When Choco was immature, it was only to properly control her divine power.
Whether it’s the battle saint inside that ego weapon or someone else, it doesn’t matter what identity it is, as long as it fulfills its responsibilities. That’s what Cream said.
[But…]
Only Aries was the only one who considered that important.
The Holy Sword, which was about to say something, soon gave up after seeing Cream’s eyes. Her eyes were the same as usual. She neither resents her rudeness nor sympathizes with her rage.
The deep eyes that did not cause even the slightest ripple through all the shouts and echoes. Aries had a hunch that no matter what she said, she would no longer be of any use.
Even though it’s been a while since we’ve been together, Aries is still outside the fence of the cream.
[Then, I’ll ask just one thing.]
Cream was silent. Taking that as a sign of her approval, Aries said, still glaring at the muffin nailed in the air.
[If you don’t want to reveal your identity, answer this at least. How the hell do you know all those things that no one but us knows?]
Stories you shouldn’t know even if Muffin was a really hardworking warrior himself. When she still had a bit of girlishness in Murphy’s Row, Muffin knew even secrets that she would not be ashamed to reveal.
That’s why Aries knew muffins even though his behavior was completely different. That is, until she sees Murphys’ soul intact, with no place it has fallen off.
[Yes.]
Muffin answered in a laughing voice.
[Because I was with you on your journey.]
*
“Ugh.”
Open your eyes. What comes out of the mouth is not mental waves, but nurturing. As much as I came in mentally prepared, it was quick to grasp the situation this time.
Yeah, somehow it seemed like this. As expected, the moment I swallowed the crown of rest, I was drawn into my mental world regardless of my will. Huh, true. Who is the owner
But I thought that it might turn out like this. Relics of the same evil god. A similar thing happened when I swallowed the cup of darkness.
“Let’s warm up a bit.”
The difference between then and now is that I had foreseen this situation. I smirked and watched the crowd of wraiths swarming like swarms of insects above the tower I was standing on.
As much has happened recently, the wave of specters was also on a different level than before. An army of specters trampling on each other, biting each other, and bleeding each other.
Certainly, he has great power, but what I can see is just a ragtag figure. I waved my hands exaggeratedly as if I were the conductor of the orchestra.
Pajijik-
This is the world of images. If you have enough creativity, everything you can imagine becomes a reality. And what I am thinking of now is the most impressive experience I have had recently.
The light of divine power not suitable for this ungodly world. The rain cloud of the saintess who almost killed me was reproduced at this moment. The dark clouds, which should have been black by nature, had so many lightning bolts that they looked like they were wearing a pure white halo.
“Ahahahaha! Yes, this is it!”
Along with my delightful laughter, wrath began pouring down on the ghosts who dared to climb on me. It’s just a reproduction of a crude imagination rather than a real divine power, but whatever.
I am the master of this world, and you can never win the victory over me. That was the only thing that mattered. It doesn’t matter if it’s thunderbolts, giants, or hellfire I conjure.
The ghosts, caught in the lightning, scattered into pieces with a mournful scream and permeated into the darkness that formed this abyss of unconsciousness. The spirits that escaped control came back under my control.
Well, in the first place, there was a real customer for today. I looked at the world, which felt somewhat narrower than usual, and then opened my mouth.
“Why…Wh…Wh…Wh…Yes…Go…”
The things that make up my mental world are the endless black sky and black earth. And a tall black tower in the middle. Ghosts struggling to climb the tower. That was all.
However, as I entered the inner world of the spirit world, I felt something different than usual. Wall. Disguised as the black sky, there was a huge black barrier blocking the abyss of my unconsciousness.
“My,,,Go,,,Ah,,,Nin,,,Yes,,,Go,,,!”
With a whining like that of a child, the wall began to rise in waves.