57. He is the weakest of the Six Heavenly Kings
“Then why did you come here?”
The haggard face he hadn’t seen in a long time, and now it was the branch manager of the adventurer’s guild, Cale, who greeted us with a deep sigh, not even thinking about turning back the scattered documents.
[Why do you have such a bad complexion?]
“Yes. Recently, all sorts of incidents have occurred around this territory… Naturally, my work also increased.”
It may have been said to be stabbed, but Cream, who was the main culprit or involved in most of the incidents, maintained a shameless expression with an impenetrable conscience. Of course me too.
[Sorry, sorry…]
Only the holy sword, seeing the thick dark circles around his eyes, handed him an apology with a crawling voice. Anyway, that guy is too weak in fields not related to the hero.
“Whoa, no. So what about this time? Are you cheating on the request again?”
“No, this time, to place a request.”
Most of the quests in the adventurer’s guild are not from the guild, but from other organizations outside of it. The guild’s main job was to relay adventurers and requests that fit them.
Of course, it was possible to put in a personal request if the qualifications were proven to some extent. It would be impossible for a silver rank adventurer cream, but the warrior cream had enough qualifications.
“This is a reward.”
“Can you put it in your pocket…?”
Cream bet ten gold coins even though he was tall. Of course, Cale’s face was dead as she had to catch the gold coins that were bouncing in all directions of her as she pulled them out of her pockets and set them down roughly.
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“Whoa, what is the request?”
“Tower, cleaning.”
“If it’s a tower…”
[The place where the wizard lived in the corner of the territory.]
Cale’s face changed drastically at the words I said indifferently. Well, the mage’s job isn’t something to be heard about, but a person in that position would be familiar with information about the territory.
“Looks like that information was true.”
[Now, now. Let’s not be interested in useless things.]
Cale became a tired middle-aged woman, and she nodded. He quickly filled out the request form and held it out in front of Cream.
“Cleaning request, large scale, no rank limit, total reward is 10 gold coins, are there any other unusual things?”
“Not really.”
“Okay, let’s register like that.”
We left the guild after saying goodbye to Cale, who was screaming at the collapsed paper tower. After stopping by the inn to pack our little things, we went straight back to the tower.
I’m entrusting you with cleaning, but even if it’s trivial junk, there are a lot of valuable items in the Wizard’s Tower. Put enough to fit in the subspace, and push the rest into the basement.
However, it’s nice to have it removed so that people can’t reach it, but the hole in the first floor bothers me. A secret device heading to the basement is also found and is no longer needed.
“Mmm.”
After thinking for a while, Cream took out a carpet that seemed to be foreign from the magician’s collection and spread it over it. It’s nice to cover up the hole, but if someone stepped on it, you’d be hooked right away?
However, as Cream sprinkled glittering powders on it and drew a spell, the sacred power that formed a geometric pattern firmly fixed the carpet.
“Looks strong!”
It doesn’t matter if Choco stomps or jumps on top of it. A truly omnipotent ability. Well, considering that the image of God is inherently omnipotent, the versatility of faith is not surprising.
Still, when I think of my past, when I roamed this world with only one cold weapon, I feel a sense of alienation. In the first place, even priests can only project attacks using divine power. Even if you can only heal, you are treated as an aristocrat, but you can even handle magic that requires a lot of divine power so skillfully.
[Certainly, the hero is amazing.]
[Haven’t you seen a lot of scenery like this? Why are you making a fuss?]
[······No way, Karbal. Don’t all warriors think that way?]
I was furious at the Sacred Sword’s pitiful tone. It’s been hundreds of years since I’ve lived with a sword. He had seen the hero himself, and read the memories of those who had experienced the hero many times.
So I confidently answered.
[Of course! If you’re a hero, isn’t that basic?]
[Ha, that can’t be.]
But, all the warriors I’ve met so far have shown monstrous performances? When I protested, the holy sword spoke in a kind tone, as if admonishing a child.
[Of course, it may be similar in terms of combat, but in other respects… In particular, the hero must have never been trained at the Great War, so I wonder why he handles magic so skillfully.]
Sacred magic is wrapped in a rude name, but it is, so to speak, a reenactment of a miracle performed by the saints of the past. It requires a large number of believers and a wealth of knowledge about theology.
Of course, more than that is necessary in order to realize the higher level divine consciousness. Cream, of course, must have been educated while living at the Sanghoe, but is that enough to make sense of everything?
[It’s really mysterious, the hero of this generation.]
Still, I told her that she was a warrior whom I served, but the agitation that was faintly buried in her voice was not hidden by that alone.
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A dark hall where no light shines. Those gathered there strolled leisurely in the darkness, unable to see an inch ahead.
Well, if they wander in the dark, that would be a joke. These are the ones who escaped the light. They were the core members of the Dark Church who abandoned the three mainstream gods and chose evil gods.
[Did everyone gather?]
“Yes.”
A huge round table, six thrones. And something like a pillar placed in the center of the throne. A slow, gloomy mental wave was coming from that very pillar.
[Report.]
“Ahahahaha. It’s obvious when you see him dead like that.”
“It’s obvious when you see that it’s a dead statue.”
However, what came ahead of the pillar’s mental wave was the voice of a witty girl who didn’t go well with this dark place. The voice came from the two thrones that were sticking together.
A girl with two heads was sitting on the throne. However, as soon as she, no, they fell apart, the girl who seemed to be one soon separated into two people.
Halfs with one eye, one ear, one lip, one arm, one leg. However, unlike their pitiful and weak appearance, the girls’ eyes are red and blue and emit an ominous light.
[······Quiet.]
He doesn’t shrink from the heavy mental wave of the pillar and giggles. However, they soon became quiet as the pillars wished. Refreshing the atmosphere, the pillar focuses attention on one of the thrones.
The eight-eyed clown bows down to his will. Alarcus Demogorgon. As the 4th cult of the Dark Church and also as a high-ranking demon contractor, he was showing his utmost respect.
“I will report it. The retrieval of the relic was a failure, and it was confirmed that the perpetrator of the 6th cult was a hero.”
One of the six thrones was empty. It was originally intended for an old prisoner. However, Lucas, who was collecting sacrifices to restore the power of the holy object, died and the holy object was taken away.
Also, the cult that was dispatched to recapture the holy relic failed. A sneer spreads through the dark round table. The brothers of the Dark Church are inherently strong in unity, but Alarus is a former demon contractor.
In the world, they are classified as the same evil organization, but because each other’s path was different, they have been in conflict for a very long time. There’s no way that deep-rooted remnant will suddenly disappear just because they cooperated recently.
[Stop.]
However, in the end, a belief close to madness dominates them. All the insults and ridicule quickly dissipated in the intercession of the pillar. Alarus cautiously raised his head.
[Wouldn’t that be the end? Tell me everything you saw.]
“Yes. When the other world I spread collapsed, I retrieved the power and information scattered like fragments within it. Thanks to that, I was able to know the whole story.”
The time for scolding is over. Ala Kurth spread his hands toward the center of the round table, somewhat ostentatiously. Fragments of indescribable colors were scattered from the tips of his fingers.
Soon it became a mirror, projecting the past that took place in the other world to all the cults sitting around this round table.
[Amazing.]
“Nonsense, that!”
What the scenery showed was unreal. A white-haired young girl presumed to be a hero breaks through all the camps that Alarcus has built with pure force and approaches.
Alarus, who has been locked in a position, is a difficult opponent for other cultists, and it is not enough that he consistently overpowered him.
The holy relic of the evil god came out of the warrior’s arms and blocked the spear that pierced even the blessing of the god.
“Why is the holy relic of the evil spirit protecting the hero?”
“No, that is not to protect the hero. Rather, they are driven by force.”
Within the spear, the relic was completed. Some of the Dark Church’s secret wishes had come true. But when the cults groan.
Cream smashed the holy relic by not wielding a holy sword, but an unfamiliar pitch-black sword. And he absorbed all the darkness. The round table became silent for an instant, and madness boiled over immediately after.
“God, my God. What did I just see?”
“Is the holy relic touched by the breath of the Lord destroyed? How?”
“How?”
[That might be…]
Perhaps the minds of the cultists were distracted in the face of an absurd situation, and their powers were stretched out in all directions. Soon, the Pillar, regaining its composure, calmed the cultists and questioned Alarus.
[There is no lie in that video, right?]
“How safe do I dare to speak lies?”
[That’s right…]
The pillar murmured and let out a heavy mental wave. Seeing that he knew something, a blond-haired red-eyed young man asked him a question.
“Do you know what that is?”
[Yes, there is no way you don’t know.]
The ‘pillar’ in the center of the Round Table is the actual head of the Dark Church, which is different from other religious cults. Even though he forgot his true nature and fell, his power and wisdom are not lies.
He was aware of all the Dark Church’s laws and the forbidden knowledge of the secret transmitters, and the shadow of the myth that the three Churches were trying to erase from the world, and found the answer within it.
[New Killing Sword······.]
As if it were disrespectful to even dare to say it, the mental waves emitted by the pillar were more like spitting than talking. The cultists also froze, wondering if they knew the word.
[Coincidence or Fate?]
The pillar groaned. The cursed myth, which did not wear out even when the god’s skin was cut, and finally hacked the god to pieces and tore his body and soul into five parts, was revealed at this moment.
Of course, at the moment when the Dark Church found a new breakthrough in their plan! It’s too cunning to be a coincidence.
“Are you sure it is a new sword?”
[Didn’t you see that even his holy things couldn’t withstand…]
The 1st cult, the teacher of all Secret Transmitters, was somewhat displeased. However, Pillar did not have time to pay attention to the expressions of the other subordinates.
[You can’t stop planning now. His children, get ready! A hero with a new killing sword will come to us, guided by fate.]
The mental waves emitted by the pillar spread from the Round Table and covered the entire temple of the Dark Church. The followers who had fallen asleep and the beasts who had crouched opened their eyes in response to their master’s anger.
[However, even the blade of fate cannot prevent his return. Survive in front of trials and do not despair, but die with joy! Give your all to Him!]
“Yes!”
A preposterous speech, but originally religion is said to be complete with imperfection. The fanatics of the Dark Church were in a state of frenzy, howling, shedding tears, and swearing for him.
[For the resurrection of evil spirits!]