Love Letter From The Future chapter 125

2. The Lord is with you (46)

“This is contract magic used by the Dark Church. It is a contract made by risking each other’s lives. Lies and expedients do not work.”

Facing the dark bloody magic circle in front of him, Guilford said so.

The saintess swallowed dry saliva.

Gilford was right in front of his eyes, and his eyes did not waver. It was an expression of intention to make a contract somehow.

It was a crisis. Realizing this, cold sweat ran down the back of the saintess.

First of all, she decided to reveal her denial.

“… … Do you think I’ll end up with something like this?”

Still, Gilford did not blink an eye. He asked the saintess at once.

“Or what would you like?”

Guilford’s words bordered on threatening. However, those eyes looked sad.

He stared at the saintess and said.

“Can you beat me and the hundreds of demons lined up outside? And I also have control of the Flesh Seeds. It’s also thanks to me that those monsters are quietly in the cave.”

The abacus started bouncing in the saintess’ head. Hundreds of monsters, demons with unknown powers, and even monsters from the mythical age.

It wasn’t enough power. No, even at the level of the Knights, it was too much.

At least it was a force that could be handled only when the army came. Eight of them, excluding the theory mages whose powers didn’t mean much, weren’t enough for a party of only seven to deal with.

I was being persuaded. Angered by that fact, the saintess mocked Guilford with her lips curled up.

“And the monsters are increasing in number.”

However, despite the saintess’s words, which were spat out while grinding her teeth, Guilford only let out a deep sigh.

“Let’s stop the endless tabletop discussions. you’re right. I am a sinner and I should go to hell. I have no complaints about that… If anyone has to go to hell to save the children, I’m willing to go there.”

“Who would have heard that it was a great sacrifice? On the subject of selling children as material for monsters. Don’t pretend to be nice, it’s disgusting.”

Despite the saintess’ criticism, Guilford’s complexion did not change. It was an attitude that he had already prepared for such criticism anyway.

Guilford shook his head, probably deciding that further conversation was pointless.

He offered it as if it were an ultimatum.

“All eight of you sign a contract on the condition of strict secrecy. Then we will send it safely. There is nothing else I ask for.”

Conditions were not as bad as expected. The saintess’ mouth was closed for a moment.

The saintess, who showed a clear hesitation, immediately glared at Guilford with suspicious eyes and said,

“… … How can you believe that?”

“There’s nothing you can do about not believing, is there?”

It was as it was said. The saintess chewed her lips.

Guilford’s words came to mind. ‘Reality’, the wall he faced must have been that high and steep. Even the saintess couldn’t deny that in her heart.

Because she was too.

She was trying to leave her children behind and Guilford, sacrificing one person for hundreds, was essentially the same in terms of efficiency.

It was painful to point out that there is nothing as empty as a sermon without an alternative.

For now, it seemed that the only way to ensure safety was to accept Guilford’s offer.

After hesitating for a long time, the saintess let out a deep sigh as if she couldn’t help it.

“… … like.”

He felt resentful of himself for coming to Guilford alone, believing in the Spiritual Eye.

Suddenly, a man came to mind. A man with golden eyes who always scratches the heart of a saintess.

‘If you trust those eyes too much, you’ll get a serious nose injury someday. No matter how many times I doubt my eyes to see people, it’s not enough.’

It was as advised. The saintess suddenly missed the man deeply.

He was violent, brutal, and a bad guy who bullied the saintess, but more than that, he was an honest and honest man.

He treated commoners and orphans equally. I didn’t like that. She was an orphan, and she was a saint who had seen people who had pityed orphans and ignored them.

But that much was an exception. There was no hiding of good or evil intentions. She was essentially different from a saint or a human like Guilford.

Realizing this, a mischievous smile crept across her lips.

Until now, Ian had been called trash, but when he faced a human like a pair of mirrors, he didn’t even seem qualified to say such a thing.

Walking slowly, the saintess stood in front of a magic circle painted in blood. Guilford backed away slightly and handed over the seat next to me.

The explanation continued in a low voice.

“All it takes is one drop of blood in the center.”

“Ha,” the saintess let out a deep sigh.

And he raised his hand with a look of displeasure. It seemed that it would be enough to drop a drop of blood and drop it in the center of the magic circle.

It was that moment.

With a thump, the saintess’ hand pushed up Guilford’s shoulder blades. While Guilford, embarrassed, took a step back, the saintess’s body burrowed into his arms.

It was a surprise attack that was so good that it could be included in the skill manual of the Holy Kingdom.

The saintess, holding onto Gilford’s arm with both arms, tried to shove his body to the ground with all her might.

Seongkuk Secret Jujutsu, Moon Reversal.

It was such a powerful technique that if you hit it right, you wouldn’t be able to stand up for a while. The saintess was grateful that the acting skills she had honed over the years had shone through.

Thanks to that, the surprise attack was successful. The conversation itself until the contract was signed was an act.

However, the saintess’ gratitude did not last long.

It was because Guilford’s body showed no sign of coming to mind.

The eyes of the saintess who was whining and trying to carry Guilford on her back became stupid.

The fear of turning the moon was that even the strongest opponents could not withstand it.

No matter how strong his muscles were, he couldn’t stick to the ground with force. The only factor that could be involved was mass.

But it doesn’t even budge. Something was strange.

The moment the saintess’ bewildered eyes turned to her back.

With a snap, the old man’s hand violently grabbed the saintess’s wrist. Then he turned around and forcibly took that hand to the magic circle.

The saintess screamed involuntarily.

“Kyaagh! Ah, ah! That, stop it!”

“… … I’m sorry, please don’t forgive me.”

However, Gilford left only one word of apology and took out his sword. The saintess could not resist at all against that ferocious force.

The saintess’ eyes were stained with fear.

The words were contract magic, so I didn’t know what the contents would be engraved inside. Perhaps he would have to live as a slave to the Dark Church for the rest of his life.

No, it was very likely. There’s no way the Dark Church could have made proper magic.

Numerous people appeared and disappeared in the mind of the fear-stained saintess. Originally, he would have thought of Yuren first.

Her trustworthy bodyguard.

But I couldn’t figure out why. Suddenly, the image of a certain man was firmly embedded in her mind.

Maybe it was because Yuren was a human being similar to her, he didn’t know. Although they could share their sympathy, there was no feeling of longing or friendship beyond that.

I don’t know if it’s more like brother and sister.

But that man was different. He doesn’t make up, he’s cocky, and he’s very intrusive in everything, but there’s only one thing.

I didn’t lie as much. so i could believe it

Perhaps for the first time, the only one in this world, the saintess wanted to believe in someone.

So the saintess inadvertently shouted.

“Help me… … ! please help me with this… … .”

No, I should have finished my words now.

The saintess’ eyes widened. It was because I heard a piercing sound scratching my ear.

The eyes of Guilford and the saintess were simultaneously directed towards the entrance of the director’s office.

There, it was flying. A hatchet aimed at Gilford’s head.

Guilford turned his head to the side with amazing quickness. The angle at which the hatchet brushed past, and the saintess’ tenacity to not let go of her hand to the end were evident.

If he somehow managed to bind the saintess with contract magic, it would be a breeze from then on. At least I could get the saintess’ cooperation.

The condition of the contract was that ‘all eight people should not disclose secrets’, and the moment the contract was signed, the saintess alone did not keep the secret.

In other words, the saintess was obliged to take care of the mouths of the rest of the party. Guilford intended to contract the saintess first, aiming for this point.

It would have been nice if I could have taken a little more time, but now it was impossible.

In the end, it seemed that Guilford’s identity had been discovered.

After completing his judgment, Guilford forcibly twisted the saintess’ grip. And he showed off the art of overlaying a light aura on his nails.

It was a skill that only a skilled swordsman could demonstrate. And when the aura tried to pierce the saintess’s finger.

Kkap, do it.

The hatchet hit the wrist of Guilford, who was gripping the saintess’s wrist.

Blood gushed out, and intense pain traveled through the nerve cells and burned Guilford’s brain white. Even then, Guilford’s eyes were wide open in disbelief.

The hatchet, which seemed to be pointed at his head, snapped at a right angle like a waterfall and lodged in his wrist.

It was a physically impossible trajectory. There was no way that even Guilford, a skilled swordsman, could take this variable into account.

“… … aagh!”

Unexpected sudden pain, Gilford inadvertently let go of the saintess and had to hold onto my wrist. A belated scream echoed through the director’s office.

The saintess did not miss the moment and quickly pulled herself out. Guilford belatedly tried to catch the saintess, but the hatchet stuck in his wrist moved wildly and returned to someone’s hand with a hook.

The hatchet was pulled out, and blood was sprayed into the air again. Guilford gritted his teeth and held back a groan.

His eyes turned toward the entrance to the director’s office. There, someone was walking in.

Black hair, golden eyes.

there is no way you don’t know Because he was the one who devoted himself to the orphanage for the past few days.

Upon seeing him, Guilford’s eyes were stained with guilt again.

Unable to meet the man’s eyes, Guilford let out a deep sigh. I didn’t even feel the pain.

“… … Master Ian.”

“Mr. Guilford.”

Ian was just so lucky. After confirming that the saintess was hiding behind his back, he smiled lightly.

It was a smile mixed with all kinds of unknown emotions, whether it was anger, distrust, or pity.

He smiled so sadly and spat out a single word.

“Get your hands off our holy power pouch.”

The story was now running towards the end.