59. Ah, this cool and heavy feeling.
[Take that out, that.]
“Huh?”
Choco tilted her head, as if my words were ambiguous. I just lost my temper and sent a mental wave.
[The wooden box you were looking for! Even if you talk like sh*t, you have to understand.]
“Shouldn’t you be talking sh*t in the first place.”
As expected, I don’t get along well with that guy. As I was grumbling inside, Choco brought out her wooden box anyway. She kept the body of the World Tree.
Although worn and faded over time, there was definitely a golden cross engraved on the lid. No, I just hadn’t noticed it until now, and it wasn’t just Mokham where that golden cross was engraved.
From the diary containing the wizard’s secret worries to the carpet that we threw away because it was so dusty. The reason I hadn’t been conscious of it until now was because the traces left behind were so faint.
[The golden cross…]
While I was muttering that on a mental wave, I heard an answer from behind.
“This is the Golden Crossed.”
It’s a familiar sign even if you don’t look back. Whiren Goldberg. That suspicious royal family followed us all the way from the banquet hall to this place.
I did feel a bit of annoyance, but I didn’t notice it. Anyway, he’s a bad guy in many ways. I just want you to disappear right in front of my eyes.
[Golden Cross Society? It’s a name I’ve never heard of.]
Although they were defeated in an unsightly way, the cream or chocolate was too strong, and the quality of their troops and the level of their weapons were by no means to be downplayed.
In addition to that, he had the boldness and execution power to the point of directly attacking a noble’s banquet hall… It seems like a fairly traditional secret society, so there’s no way I wouldn’t know about it.
“hahahaha. I’m not trying to disregard your experience, but it’s natural that you don’t know. It’s been less than a few decades since we’ve been active under the name of the Golden Cross.”
[Can an organization of that size be created in just a few decades?]
“Before that, it was called a different name. Speaking of Oracle Hunters, would you understand?”
The moment Whiren uttered that word, I revealed my will to live. It is unimaginable shamelessness for an innocent demon sword like me. As the name suggests, the Prophet Hunters were an organization that hunted the Prophet.
And the one who supervised that organization was none other than the imperial family, the Golden Eyes family whose foresight was inherited through bloodline. Are you brazenly confessing that the raid was yours?
“Wait, don’t get me wrong. It’s all just a story of the past.”
When Cream read my thoughts and drew out her sword, Fieren waved her hand in embarrassment.
“We concluded a long time ago that our clan is the only prophet left in this world. Naturally, there was no longer any need to maintain the organization. We already went through the process of disbanding a long time ago.”
[Aha, but recently, a new prophet appeared, so the organization was restarted?]
I never thought Cream would come back with a boomerang like this, claiming to be a prophet. No, but wasn’t it the holy sword that blew his mouth? The Holy Sword was all wrong.
“It’s not like that. Unless our golden rule is thwarted and the prophecy is fulfilled, we do not accept third-rate scammers as prophets. Of course, you don’t have to hunt when you’re not a prophet.”
[Your mouth moves very wittily, but you don’t know much about the Prophet’s end, do you?]
That’s why I hate prophets. Even if he behaves politely at first glance, there is an arrogance that looks down on everyone who cannot read the future. Even if it’s just that right now, it’s like that.
Looking at it, if we dig up the assailant, the identity will be revealed anyway, so I think I came here to make an excuse before that, but a provocation? Cream and my understanding coincided.
“This is foolish. I can foresee an attack… And, kuh!”
[What happened to Yeji?]
Crim stabbed his sword, and I laughed. With golden eyes shining in Hilren’s eyes, he ‘saw’ the trajectory and form of our attack one step ahead.
But even with precognitive powers at their best, my blade tore the Prophet’s arm off. Of course. What if you predict an attack? My head knows it, but my body can’t keep up.
[Now, now. Stop messing around and if you have something to make an excuse for, do it right away and go away.]
“Kuhh… You are also a warrior. Well, the back story isn’t that great. We tried to disband the organization, but the solidarity of the organization was already too strong.”
While speaking calmly, Firen’s complexion was pale compared to the beginning, perhaps because he was weak against pain. Nevertheless, he remained unwavering and aristocratic.
“In the end, those who belonged to the organization disobeyed our orders and formed their own organization and fell away. In the process, the name also changed.”
[So, since we are not your children anymore, it is not our fault even if we commit sins?]
“·······Whooping. To be honest, yes. Of course, we do not intend to remain silent. Even if they become independent, parents cannot be completely free from the sins of their children.”
Firen took out a scroll from his bosom and threw it. Cream still had the sword drawn, but Choco took it instead and looked at it, and it was a single map.
“The headquarters of the Golden Cross is marked there. Perhaps the son of the viscount who was kidnapped is also there.”
[Is this the end?]
“hahahaha, if you come to the Empire later, I will treat you with a big treat.”
Should I go crazy and crawl into the tiger’s den? Whiren smiled, knowing that we couldn’t refuse this offer.
For the banquet, instead of the usual adventurer’s outfit, Cream was dressed in a somewhat formal outfit. In order to extract more rewards from Alud, Cream endured that much trouble.
Of course, even the leaves of the world tree are a great reward, but… Not enough for the warrior scale. In the end, we have no choice but to attack to save Alud.
[Anyway, this is why I hate prophets.]
Peeking into the future at will, drawing the board using all things in the world as objects on the chess board. The victim has no choice but to accept it while being annoyed at the surprisingly exquisitely designed board.
In the first place, I do not believe that the Golden Cross was self-indulgent, or that it escaped the Empire’s influence. Could it be that the prophets could not have foreseen that one?
[Well, good. Now, I’ll match you as you like.]
The moment I said that, rotten blood flowed from the wound on Fieren’s arm. A reaction usually shown by those who have been affected by the power of the opposite. The body cannot withstand the resistance and necrosis occurs.
Of course, there’s no way a member of the imperial family would suffer that much. However, judging from the expression on his face distorted by pain, the warning seemed sufficient.
[Always carry the scriptures in your heart, friend. The Prophet may be able to see beyond the horizon, but…]
“·······You can’t see the stones under your feet. Yes, I know.”
We ignoring Firen, who was holding on to his wound, and hurried our steps. Until I fell quite far away, I felt the golden gaze following me closely behind me.
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[It must be because of the magician that the gold cross or something was attacked, right?]
[Yes. It seems like a formidable secret society, but it seems that he acted immediately after figuring out the death of his colleague.]
It was suspicious that a mediocre wizard who was only treated in the countryside had treasures such as the leaves of the World Tree and Solium, but it was probably a relay of a secret society.
He didn’t seem like a big deal to own such a thing. Wait, then, if you follow the trail of the wizard carefully, you can also find the place where other treasures flowed?
“But, everything was cleaned up.”
Cream’s point was reasonable. We hired adventurers to clean up all useless things in the tower. There might have been something like a ciphertext in it. Still, nothing to worry about.
[Aren’t you on your way to their hideout? If you shake it, something will come out.]
The place Firen took the picture was a bit far from the city, on the outskirts of the forest. From the outside, all I can see are green trees, and I don’t feel the slightest sign of popularity.
However, we felt a strange current of power flowing through the forest. Even Choco felt it, so it was pretty sloppy for a secret society.
There are also hints of a spell brewing here and there. When Cream tried to slash it with her holy sword without her hesitation, I stopped her.
[Ah, that’s right. Before you go in.]
“Huh?”
They don’t even notice us right now, but if we break the barrier, they’ll realize the intruder’s existence. I have to say this before things get messy.
[Aren’t you the only one fighting? I’ll try my best this time.]
[Carval, weren’t you sealed just now?]
[That’s part of it. Well, even if you can’t bewitch the master, your other powers are still intact, right?]
The only part that Cream sealed me with is the handle, so the power expressed through the blade can still be used without restriction.
[That’s right, don’t have another seizure while talking about the soul or taboo. You know you can’t stop it anyway, right?]
At my bluff, the holy sword sent a will that felt close to desperation. To compare it to human behavior, how much did you let out a sigh and relax your shoulders?
[······Okay. Even though I claimed to be the warrior’s teacher, I have no intention of going against his will. If the hero allows it, me too.]
[But wouldn’t that violate the will of the three gods?]
When she suddenly had a mischievous thought and teased the holy sword like that, she replied in a sorrowful voice.
[······That’s right. But that sin is something I have to bear. Still, as long as I am a holy sword, the will of the hero is more important to me than the will of the three gods.]
Wow, the holy sword, the symbol of sanctity, made such blasphemous remarks. I whistled as I watched it, and the Holy Sword sent out a mind wave with cold hostility.
[Karbal, the day will come when you too will have to face your sins.]
[It’s so noisy, didn’t you decide not to say anything anymore?]
[Kuh·······.]
Well, they usually seem to get along just fine, but in the end, the relationship between a holy sword and a demonic sword is like this. The difference in inclination is too big to get along.
Cream unconditionally took my side, and the Holy Sword unconditionally followed the will of her hero, so the conflict did not grow and was sealed by her bending. Yes, this time too.
[Then do it?]
“Yes.”
Received my signal from her, Cream swung her holy sword to rip her barrier, and at the same time, with her graceful movements, put her into her scabbard, and with her other hand she took me. Pulled out
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It was really unfortunate. If it were another owner, I would have taken control of the body and jumped out into the battlefield by now, but even if Cream was in the lead, it would have no meaning unless I was the one controlling the body.
Still, this is a luxurious treat compared to a demonic sword serving a hero as its master. I am not the sword that mistakes favor for right. So, for now.
[I’ll be satisfied with this much.]
– Demonstrating authority (SS-) activated!
In the opposite direction to the direction of the spiritual power that I usually only absorbed, the specters buried in the abyss of my unconscious come out screaming as they are driven by an irresistible force.
[Ugh…]
In the midst of the holy sword’s groans of disgust, the ectoplasm flowing through my sword body is lumpy in the form of whitish smoke. Within a short time, one by one, the faces of people become clear.
Then, as if reborn from a collection of whitish smoke, the ghosts stick their heads out. The miraculous and grotesque appearance stopped the footsteps of those who ran after seeing the intruder.
“What is that?”
A black sword in the hand of a white girl. Spirits and ghosts dancing around it. Among them, those that stuck close to Cream were burned by the protection she wore.
The coexistence of extreme divinity and intimacy rather stimulates a sense of fear. Gulp, there was a loud sound of someone swallowing, and soon everyone regained their senses.
Yes, those guys are members of a secret society. Of course, his mental strength must be different from that of a criminal, and his courage to fight even in the face of a specter is imaginary.
[Go, bite them all!]
However, courage does not always change the world.
I untied the reins of the specter that was holding me. In the next moment, the spirits freed from control rushed at them, seeking the warmth of the nearest living being.