169. Beautiful people are beautiful even when they leave
The state of preparation is always perfect.
Well, since I’m a sword in the first place, I don’t really need to prepare anything. As usual, all you have to do is wear it around the waist of the owner and wait for the day to be pulled out.
My trusty blade has never betrayed its owner’s expectations. In other words, the owner’s trust that a vicious demonic sword would betray him someday.
“If you look forward to it, can you do it?”
[hahahaha, of course it depends on the owner’s attitude. Betrayal for distrust, trust for trust. Isn’t that the motto of this body?]
[One word is slick. On the subject of back-and-forth and killing of opponents.]
[Well, you don’t talk about monsters and humanity, do you?]
The Holy Sword has no right to say that I killed some people. In terms of numbers, the number of monsters that the Holy Sword cut down must be far greater than the number of people I killed. Monsters are also life, life!
Insisting on being the extreme good himself, he cares for people, kills monsters mercilessly, and favors warriors… Compared to her double standard, I might be more merciful, being fair to all living things.
Well, I’ll stop talking about things that aren’t very important.
[How about it, Cream. Have you ever been to the Empire?]
“Remember, not me.”
I took enough rest. We really had to go to the Empire now. To the territory of one of the two powers that divide the continent.
That was the biggest difference between the Great War, the kingdom’s territory, and the Imperial Territory, where we had been active until now. There are no forests in the empire.
In another world, the ‘forest’ is not a simple environment. Trees that have grown densely and become a maze, and from the lower class to the highest class under them. An ecosystem of monsters that cannot even be compared to beasts.
That meant that there were no forests in the empire. There are no monsters in the empire. The kingdom’s land was nominal, but considering that most of the land except for the noble’s territory was filled with monster-infested forests, the meaning of that was truly enormous.
[Hmm, of course I couldn’t go to chocolate. Aries, what about you?]
[It’s been quite a while since I last went to the empire… As you know, the empire doesn’t like warriors very much.]
Well, that’s right. That’s why I’m having such a hard time. It is not that the breath of the three gods does not reach the empire, but the influence of the Great War is actually not that strong.
That was bad news for us, who are enemies of Daeshinjeon, yet borrow their halo. Of course, in the Kingdom and the Empire, the sword was always the solution to our problems.
No matter how indecisive we are, we can’t help but think about it until after we’ve swung the sword. And the easiest way to solve the troublesome problems related to power.
“Take it, did you come?”
“Yes! Master, here.”
As expected, another use of power. What Choco was shaking was a golden plaque engraved with an elaborate pupil pattern that could not be counterfeited.
An item that proves that the owner of the tile is a guest of the imperial family. It is impossible for someone else to steal and use it because the name of the person who received the plaque is engraved in a unique way that we cannot recognize.
Of course, those gold eyes were for us. As you know, we also have a personal connection from the Empire. He is also quite tall.
Qordi, to my friend.
Firen Goldberg.
Yes. This is a great thing that guarantees this at the ceremonies for appointing warriors and goes hunting giants together… No, it was a gift from a prince like Hogu.
What, did you try to owe the warrior at least? If there was one thing he overlooked, it was that the hero of his time was a man who could ruthlessly and shamelessly disregard such unspoken debts.
“Really?”
[Yes.]
“Note, I will do it.”
While Cream and I were having such a pitiful conversation, Choco was looking at the new toy in my hand with her curious eyes. No, wait, hey!
“Am.”
I don’t know what kind of accident led to that conclusion, but Choco bit it without hesitation. What, was it to see if it was real gold?
It was enough of an incident to shatter my idea that even though Choco is bound to the mentality of a beast, his intelligence is on par with that of a human.
Cream looked away and hurriedly approached and snatched the gold plate from Choco’s mouth. But by the time she put her hand on her, everything was irreparably tattered.
Qordi, to my friend.
□□□ Goal□
I sighed as I looked at the phrase completely unrecognizable. It is only when the name of the guarantor is erased. I hope this is okay
“hehehe, sorry.”
[What should I do?]
[What the heck.]
I shrugged. Wouldn’t the gold plate that was damaged just by cutting the chocolate suddenly become intact? What can you do?
[Isn’t the world’s best solver here?]
I said that and pointed at me.
Yes. What if I have some problems? Power is good and networking is good, but the best way to solve problems in the world is still power.
And the hero is a person who would be sad if he was second in the field of strength.
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“Shouldn’t we be back soon?”
Firen and the Bishop of the Moon were still wandering in the forest.
Nominally, it was. The killing of Cyclops, who was rampaging near the territory. In the end, the hero chose to let the monster live, and contrary to his boastful words, Whiren couldn’t keep his word.
But in fact, even if he returned empty-handed, would the lord of a small estate dare speak ill of the imperial family? It was just an excuse.
Firendo. And the Moon Bishop knew that too.
“Huh, let’s go a little further. I think I’ve got almost all of them.”
“What sound…”
They have already missed the mark of Vargo. No, it would be more correct to say that he let go. Firen deliberately turned to a different direction from where the giant’s footsteps led, and the Bishop of the Moon condoned that fact by not reconciling his dissatisfaction even after noticing it.
However, I thought that the Bishop of the Moon would just pretend to chase and go back, but I didn’t expect that this chase would last this long.
“Sir Whiren. Isn’t it time to tell you?”
He was old and tired. Noble faith and imperial authority were no longer tools to control his reason.
Looking at the wrinkled blue eyes, the blond young man smiled with his golden eyes sparkling. As soon as the young man stretched out his hand, a flash of light erupted from the tip.
“·······!”
“Oops, excuse me.”
Before the Bishop of the Moon even blinked once, the blade pierced the darkness of the forest over his shoulder, extending at a literal ‘light-like’ speed. Hot blood poured from his back, but the Bishop of the Moon didn’t look back.
It would be more accurate to say that he was not in the mood to do that. Still stiff, he pursed his lips.
“You…”
“Shh, Bishop. Please exercise a little more patience. We are almost there.”
The sword of light that should have been lost, Elseria, was spraying brilliant light from Whiren’s fingertips. The shadows of the forest recede at the brilliance, revealing the true nature of the bright red eyes hiding in the shadows.
A low-class demon beast commonly called a dire wolf. A pack of wolves, clad in metallic fur that closely intersects like chain mail, surrounded the two before they knew it.
“Look. Didn’t a welcoming crowd gather like this?”
“Oops!”
There was no time for further chatter. The wolves, who realized that their stealth had been discovered, leaped with their silver fur fluttering, and in response, the two drew their strength to the extreme.
The sword of light that sprinkles brilliant light cuts off the head of the wolf leader, and the shower of ice spears that rain like arrows skewer countless wolves.
Deep forests no longer reachable by human traces. Another bloody wind blew, and the old bishop breathed heavily and lay down on the back of his old tree.
“Heo-eok, heo-eok…”
A priest whose physical ability is inferior to that of a warrior. Adding to that, the senility was added, so I couldn’t avoid the wolves’ attacks and got bitten several times. Gritting his teeth and healing his own wounds, the bishop’s eyes were shining brightly like the moon.
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“Speak, please…”
“You are seriously injured. Wouldn’t it be better for you to rest your mind and body now?”
“Now, I need to listen.”
Why did he drag himself to such a remote place? Why, despite being the imperial family of the empire, was friendly to the hero? It was strange that the Prophet’s clan, who hunted the Prophet, were friendly to the fake Prophet.
No, before that. Why was a person equal to the imperial family staying in such a country estate?
“It was a pretty big loss for our comrades to die because they were accused of being the devil’s pawns. It is also absurd.”
A minion of the Demon King? An incident that happened quite recently flashed through the head of the bishop of the moon, who was troubled by Whiren’s absurd topic. In the Hair estate, a torture mage.
He attacked the hero and died while dedicating the tower to the hero.
“The reason I brought you here is to capture you.”
“Acceptance?”
“Hair is a place you cannot leave alone. The land closest to the Great Temple, but outside the influence of the Great Temple.”
The next moment, Whiren suddenly reached out and grabbed the Bishop of the Moon by the collar. She didn’t react this time, even though she was alert. Just like when Whiren stabbed him with the sword of light a little while ago.
He had shown himself as a fairly skilled warrior a few times before, but it wasn’t to this extent. Whiren had been hiding his skills so far. And so skillfully that even the hero wouldn’t notice.
With one hand gripping the old man’s collar, Fieren pulled out a small wooden box from his chest with the other hand. A lid with a faint golden cross falls to the floor, and dry leaves crumble.
The next moment, the two jumped through space and arrived inside the building.
“This is…”
“Didn’t the Bishop know? That the trend has not been unusual lately. An ominous current flows not only in Hair, but across the continent. The Dark Church has begun its activities in earnest, stronger monsters are rampaging, and people are also moving along with the unsettled flow.”
The eyes of the bishop who was still caught by the collar were asking. Aren’t you one of those who want to take advantage of that current?
“I will not deny it. I just want to say one thing. We are probably the ones who contribute the most to this world among those who ride the current.”
Firen burst out laughing and let go of the collar he was holding on to, and took a few steps in a comical motion. Silently following behind, the Bishop of the Moon looked around.
It’s simple, but the materials used are all of the highest quality. The shreds of power that pierced the skin were suggesting that this place was not just a building, but that it had been treated magically and ceremonially.
“Come into the Golden Cross. Bishop.”
At the end of the long corridor was a huge plaza reminiscent of a chapel. However, no one was seated there. Across the lonely hall, Fieren stood in front of the curtain.
An ornately decorated golden cross glittered above his head. In the darkness of the chapel, with his back to him, Whiren continued to speak in a low voice.
“Assuming the role of your friend, watch Haire.”
“Why? Why do I have to come, and why do I have to go to that place? I was just looking for a small estate to spend my last years quietly, and if Hairir isn’t a special land at all…”
“Didn’t I tell you a moment ago?”
Firen quietly raised his head. In the darkness, only the Golden Eye, the symbol of the Golden Eye clan, was shining. Somehow, the bishop thought to himself that it was not like a human being, but like an animal.
“That place is said to be the closest to the gods among the lands where the breath of the gods has not touched.”