130 – One Silver Coin (1)
#One Silver Coin (1)
Planned harmony.
The name of the power that deals with fate and a theory that originates from the nihilistic mindset of gray theorists.
‘The beginning and ending of this world were already decided when the Creator of the world created the world. Therefore, it is a way of looking at the world from a pessimistic point of view: ‘everything will happen as planned and harmoniously.’
Of course, such pessimism was not very popular in Lyriam, where God was real and angels flew through the sky quite frequently.
No matter what, I live in a land where God protects me right now. He knew that there was a devil who lusted for human skin.
It would be difficult to have the mindset that all the tragedies in this world are actually arrangements prepared by God.
Isn’t there a monster right in front of you that you can point your finger at?
A monster that pretends to be a human and hides among humans.
Devil.
That is why the majority of people chose a dichotomous way of thinking.
God is good.
The devil is evil.
Originally, people instinctively pursue things that are easy to understand and intuitive.
“But you are wrong. “Rom is not a particularly good god.”
And the devil is not just an evil being.
… ….
Outskirts of Darkana, the capital of Lyriam.
It is the final destination of sewage flowing in from all over the city and also the final resting place of street thugs.
At the entrance of the [Sewer], Erman said things that a saint should not dare say.
“Um… Well, it’s not wrong. “Why do you need to say that in front of me?”
Erman, wearing a suit rather than a priest’s uniform and holding a doll with a head the size of a bun in his hand, was not alone.
Currently, in front of him.
A simple-looking woman wearing only a thin dress was tilting her head with an awkward expression.
“Is that really the reason you called me to this dirty sewer? Talking about my dad behind his back? Hmm… “Erman was a saint who was more dissatisfied with his boss than he seemed.”
The words that came out of the mouth of the woman with gray hair and gray eyes were as shocking as her beautiful appearance.
You call God, and Rom, the only god of this world, ‘father’.
Unless she was out of her mind, she would probably be the first woman to put such a title in her mouth.
One of the four major angels served by the Church of Telmere.
Looking at “Reynelle of Punishment”, Erman nodded her head obediently.
“Yes, you are right. As you said, I have quite a few complaints about him.”
Perhaps he had lost his fear, but he confidently declared that he was dissatisfied with God by daring to refer to him as ‘he’.
“hahahahaha! That’s right! My dad too. “You always say nonsense that I don’t understand.”
Just cursing your father in front of an ordinary woman would cause an uproar, but cursing God in front of an archangel.
At any moment, he could have burst into flames and spewed out the words, ‘How dare you a lowly traitor!’, But Raynell only let out boisterous laughter instead of flames.
“Puhahahaha!”
“… ….”
I can’t help but burst out laughing, to the point of throwing up.
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What is so funny is that Ray Nell throws away even the slightest bit of dignity he had and holds onto his belly button, shedding tears.
Reynelle’s big laughter did not end until a long time had passed since then.
“…… hahahaha. “Sorry, did I laugh too much?”
Raynel opened her mouth with her earlobes slightly red, perhaps because she was embarrassed by the sudden burst of laughter.
Erman, who was looking at her with his usual sour expression, slowly nodded his head at her words.
“Yes.”
… ….
That was the end of the answer.
The corner of Raynell’s mouth trembled, feeling slightly embarrassed in the cold atmosphere.
“…… Huh. So? What do you want to say? You really don’t want to have an in-depth discussion about philosophy, do you? Even if it’s like this, I’m an angel of punishment. “It’s a bit awkward to have a long conversation with a traitor.”
Raynell said, clearing his throat once to hide his embarrassment.
You are a traitor…….
Erman slowly opened his mouth, pondering the three syllables that flowed from Raynel’s mouth.
Until now, it was just trivial chat.
What’s really important is…… Things to say in the future.
Remembering the fact that the angel in front of her was the most adept at ‘redemption’ among all her angels, Erman carefully chose the words she would say to her.
“Arnel.”
I had already completed the transaction with Julius.
As befits a guy who spent all of the church’s money during his time as a special heresy interrogator, he took the most valuable card belonging to Saint Erman Lionelta in exchange for his cooperation.
“…… “There is a name.”
Therefore, there are not many cards that can be used for trading anymore.
So be careful. And you have to steer the deal smartly.
Using his uniquely ambiguous topic, Erman slowly revealed the reason for summoning the angel of punishment.
“The angel your father sent down to earth killed my daughter. So in return, I would like to receive help from you, Rom’s daughter.”
I just calmly abandoned even the respect I had for angels.
He declared, ‘I will receive compensation for my daughter’s death.’
Raynell narrowed her eyes, feeling the saint’s deep, deep anger implicitly.
“I’m an angel sent down by my father… ….”
“I already know everything. “My daughter’s death was committed by Arnel, an angel created by your father.”
「Arnel」.
Means pure malice in the language of heaven. Even in heaven, very few people know….
The only givers are Rom and Arnhill themselves.
And only Raynel, the angel of punishment, knows.
The ‘true name’ of Arnhill.
“…… Hmm. Did you know that too? “You know a lot more than I thought.”
So.
How many times have you reverted?
Rainel, who already knew that the identity of Erman’s power was [The power to turn back time], Opened his mouth.
He smiled awkwardly, perhaps feeling a little troubled by the fact that Erman even knew the name Arnel.
“That’s a story you don’t need to know.”
Of course, Erman had no intention of answering Raynell’s question.
Because that question was useless in getting over this situation.
Erman calmly shook his head and did not answer Raynell’s question.
“Well, that’s true, but I’m curious. How did you know I knew that name? “There’s no way I could have told you.”
Luckily, it was a useful question this time.
He was more curious about how Erman found out that he knew the name ‘Arnel’ in the first place.
Raynell scratched his head and suddenly changed the question.
“In this world, aside from the devil, there are many powerful and powerful gods who threaten the world. And you are an angel whose role is to watch over them.”
“That’s right! I am a very sincere angel! But Dad! Jiphnel unnie! “I always think about strange things and just berate myself!”
“And Arnel is a different species that pretends to be an angel but a devil.”
“… ….”
“It is a necessary evil arranged by God. However, it would be difficult to just wander around the world, so I thought there would be at least one surveillance station.”
Surveillance station.
As he answered Reynell’s question, Erman lit a cheap cigarette.
Chi Ik.
Whoa.
Poisonous smoke filled my mouth.
“And the surveillance role must also have the power to exercise immediate ‘restraint’ at times.”
No matter how much Arnhill is a being that plays with fate, it is not a good match for the “Guillotine,” The power that freezes time.
Anyway, the power to manipulate fate, “Predestined Harmony,” Has a condition that Arnhill himself must speak out his fate.
In that respect, Raynel was one of the few who could manage to subdue Arnhill.
On top of that, he doesn’t have the power to defeat Arnhill, so he would have been perfect as a watchdog.
In the end, Rom is just an extremely soft father to her daughter.
Ermann spoke leisurely, chewing tobacco in his mouth like he did in his youth.
“Have your questions been resolved?”
“You’re so useless on the topic of traitors, aren’t you?”
“I will take it as a compliment.”
“Hmm? “It’s a compliment, right?”
“… ….”
“… ….”
“…… “
“Huh?”
…… It’s uncomfortable.
I need to finish it as quickly as possible.
Maybe it’s because he is the angel with the most similar way of thinking to Cecil among all the angels, but every word he says. Every single action was truly uncomfortable.
Raynell nodded his head with a puzzled expression, as if it were true that he was truly praising the traitor Erman.
Erman turned his gaze away from her and finished her sentence in a slow voice.
“The reason I summoned you is simple. “After Cecil and Julius escape from Arnhill’s demons, I hope you will seal them as they lose their strength.”
Arnhill, an immortal being, will not die even if he is defeated by Cecil, who is able to use the power of Julius.
Immortality is literally immortal.
So, in addition to the role of dealing with Arnhill, this plan also requires a role to seal Arnhill, which has lost its strength.
And the most suitable angel to be in charge of the seal was Raynell, who had watched Arnhill for quite a long time.
You already know how terrible it is.
“I am in charge of the surveillance of Arnhill, but only after Arnhill was sealed. In short, it’s just a facade. Instead, why don’t you ask Jeep Nell’s sister for a favor? “If it were a personal grudge, it would be bigger against Zifnel than against me.”
Please note that Zipnel does not work.
The angel of love, blinded by revenge, will not help if you interfere with the sealing of Arnhill.
─Do you really want to be satisfied with just a seal? I will tear her skin to pieces and make her suffer forever in hellfire!
There is no way she can watch Arnhill, who killed her love, Telmere, be sealed away.
They will probably try to punish Arnhil in a way other than sealing.
But that shouldn’t be the case.
I feel sorry for Zifnel, but she does not have the capabilities to hold down Arnhil.
Arnhill.
She’s a “b*tch who runs like a rat,” to borrow Cecil’s phrase.
“Jifnel will choose a different form of punishment than sealing. But Arnhill is a place that excels at running away.”
“Hmm… “It’s obvious that Sister Zifnell will miss out on trying to harass Arnhill, so you’ll leave her to me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, okay. Your choice is an excellent one. “When it comes to catching someone, I’m better than my sisters and Lionelta.”
I guess I really liked Erman’s words.
Ray Nell nodded her head with a very satisfied smile.
“… ….”
As expected, the reaction was just as I expected.
Erman took a deep breath, roughly extinguishing the burned tobacco with his feet.
The cold early morning air penetrated my lungs with the force of freezing.
“But.”
And what follows.
Rainel’s ‘cold flame’, which even freezes time, instantly froze the entire street where Erman and Raynell were standing.
“It’s all good.”
Leaving footprints on a pure white road where even time has frozen, as if frost had fallen.
Raynel narrows her eyes. It spreads out its three pairs of hidden wings as if to show off.
“Why should I listen to you?”
If I were to be honest, this was my father’s fault. I didn’t do anything wrong, right?