137 – Duet[Duet](2)
#Duet[Duet](2)
One step. One step.
With every step I took, the scenery melted away.
Percussion───
Leaves and fruits hanging from tree branches, cracked sky, etc. All jumble together and disturb the view.
A sight like something you would see in an abstract painting painted by a madman.
Some people may applaud this as it is an artistic sight.
“… ….”
But Julius’ thoughts were a little different.
I didn’t like it very much because it was a sight that, far from being artistic, only created confusion.
No, perhaps it has become an obsession to always control my power ‘perfectly’ and ‘exquisitely’.
I may be dissatisfied with the magic itself, which is extremely unstable.
“…… “It’s a lot rougher than I thought.”
─Magic! Magic! How many times do you use magic?
“It’s noisy. “Be quiet.”
─How on earth can you keep quiet while going through something like this──
In the year─────Wow!
A scream that would be made by a woman riding a horse for the first time.
Julius reluctantly opened his mouth to the scream of the holy sword coming from his waist.
“There’s nothing we can do, right? “This is the only way to get to Cecil as quickly as possible.”
─Burrr!
Effeminate attitude and words that do not go well with the extremely tense race.
Available at a ‘speed’ that made even the non-human Nerondir’s eyes spin, Julius was uncharacteristically busy with his shoes.
“Don’t talk too much, you might get distracted here.”
─Brurrr── What, what?
“I might be lost forever.”
───Hey, you crazy bastard!
When Julius said that if you lose your concentration even for a moment, you will be lost forever, the Holy Sword screamed again.
Currently.
Julius and Nerondir were quickly crossing the middle of the [Garden] Located behind the palace.
Even Cecil, who has the ‘sense’ of a devil, continued to concentrate.
I walked slowly to the exact place where I finally escaped.
Using “Walk” To jump over space, he is even jumping across the space.
─This is suicide! This is truly suicidal! If something goes wrong, you and I will break our bodies in two!
The [Garden] Of Arnhill is tangled with linear spaces that are so thinly fragmented that they are invisible to the eye.
The garden filled with this magic, which was like a razor-blue blade, was a place where even a holy sword with near-absolute durability could easily be cut in two if touched.
“…… “They said it would never break, but now I see it’s just a noisy piece of junk.”
─Well, wow! This is real!!
“It’s noisy. “Shut your mouth before I give you a kitchen knife to Cecil.”
─!!
The holy sword, which had the utmost specifications to be used as a kitchen knife, let out a silent cry.
Percussion───!
─!!!
“… ….”
…… There are still traces of Cecil, however faint.
Julius is a beginner wizard who has only been using magic for about an hour, but his skills are close to acrobatics.
He was running and writing “Walk” While at the same time following the faint traces of Cecil with his eyes.
In a thinly fragmented linear space. I could see Cecil’s hair scattered here and there, as well as prints from her shoe.
“This place. And then here.”
He stomped his foot down at the place where Cecil was presumed to have stepped.
Ting! Linear spaces were mixed together with a sound like a violin string being torn. It gave off a horrifying energy and tried to cut off the bodies of Julius and the holy sword.
What happened because I didn’t follow any of the ‘rules’ that must be followed while walking in the [Garden].
Percussion!
However, by the time the linear spaces began to shrink, Julius had already “Stepped” Somewhere else. I narrowly avoided the death trap with a gap smaller than a sheet of paper.
─This is it! That’s not how you do it! No! Slowly! Slowly! Take your time!
The Holy Sword’s voice, which had been screaming, became the level of a cry.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe because I couldn’t breathe.
“The sky has become dark again.”
Julius, who continued to perform breathtaking acrobatics, tilted his head and looked up at the sky.
It was certainly still time for the sun to rise, but for some reason the sky was still dark. Instead of brightening, it was about to return to the dark night sky.
─You crazy bastard! Front, front! Look ahead!
“It’s like…” ….”
…… It looks like the sky was painted over with paint.
Julius, still keeping his eyes on the sky and dodging the solid ships flying towards him, took his final “Step.”
Trug.
Soon.
The gloomy noise created by the ‘lines’ of space subsided in an instant.
─…… Okay, are you done? It’s over?
The Holy Sword, sticking out its sword body from its pure white sheath, opened its mouth.
“You got out.”
Julius said after swinging his head here and there.
The surroundings were quiet.
It was not a strange scene where the scenery was fragmented and mixed up, but just an ordinary palace backyard.
Although there were precious statues scattered here and there that you would never even see anywhere else, there was no sign of any disgusting magic.
─I lived, I lived! I lived!
The Holy Sword shouted at the top of his lungs at the fact that he had escaped from the “Garden”, Which was lined with traps that could kill you instantly.
It’s so big. He waved his sword sheath and danced as if he was happy.
“It’s really strange for a sword to say something like that.”
A holy sword that falls alone as if it were possessed by some kind of ghost.
Julius glanced at Neron Dir for a moment, then shook his head excitedly and began to walk.
A legendary sword must have dignity and majesty.
Nerondir had no dignity or grandeur.
Rather than being a reliable weapon, it feels like just carrying around a child.
“…… Come to think of it, I haven’t given Leila her birthday present yet.”
Julius muttered as he looked at the statue of a girl holding a flower basket erected next to the walking path.
Thinking of the child who is probably at the mansion in Kente Village by now, I felt uneasy.
“…… “If I think about it again, I am a really bad father.”
The stone on the shoe’s shoe is so loud! And it was smashed.
Julius, who was walking towards the place where unusual magical energy was flowing, opened his mouth again.
“He’s also an ugly husband. “He’s also an ugly priest.”
─That’s because you’re a cult! You pseudo priest!
Now you’re suddenly saying something weak again. Are you saying you didn’t know until now that Ji was an ugly guy?
The Holy Sword was offended by the words of the Heretic Questioner, who did not worship the god called Moshi but chased after the devil’s skirt.
─Do you know what the world says about a guy like you? Call me a devil worshiper, devil worshiper! Where on earth did you sell the oath you swore when you became an Inquisitor?
It seemed like the Holy Sword still hated Cecil.
Even the bluish cold air flowing from the blade was stained red, and the holy sword screamed loudly.
“…… Under.”
Swear. Come to think of it, I also recited that oath.
Around this time 10 years ago. Julius opened his mouth, recalling the words of oath he had recited in the church’s underground sanctuary.
“Certainly, I had sworn. “I will offer my eternal loyalty to God.”
[Before I was a priest. Before being a person. It’s God’s day. Until the last drop of blood hardens in this heart, I pledge my eternal loyalty to you.]
An old-fashioned phrase that must have come out of the mouths of all clergy at least once.
Julius laughed as he recited a line he couldn’t even remember when he last recited.
─What, why are you laughing? Oaths are a joke! Are oaths a joke?
The Holy Sword, unable to accept the fact that its master was a pseudo-cleric, trembled.
How dare you laugh while reciting a sacred oath to God? Part of me wanted to scold him.
─It’s not too late. The power that resides in that heart. Throw it away!
I opened my mouth, feeling cold.
Even at this very moment, he was pulsating and providing demonic energy to Julius, telling him to throw away the thorn in his side, “Eve.”
“…… Hmm. However, if you cannot use magic, you cannot defeat Arnhill. “By any chance, do you want me to die?”
Julius said playfully, tapping the sheath of the sword made of pure white ice.
─…… Ah,
Come to think of it, there was that b*tch in Arnhill.
Nerondir was left speechless by the correct argument that flowed from Julius’ mouth.
It suddenly became like someone telling us to throw away our swords on the battlefield. I was blinded by anger for a moment, so I complained and couldn’t even get my bearings.
─Oh, no! I throw it away, but I throw it away! Throw it away later!
The Holy Sword was in a hurry, adding an excuse.
Julius, who was looking at the flood of demonic energy flowing from the horizon beyond, glanced at the holy sword.
“Hmm”
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─Anyway! After this is over! Don’t use magic! I really warned you!
“I don’t like it. “Is there any reason not to use this convenient power?”
─Profit!
As I walked and made a joke, I received a strong response from the Holy Sword.
Somehow, the Holy Sword seemed to dislike demonic energy more than the devil itself.
Anyway, the Telmere family that forged the holy sword was annihilated by Arnhill. If it’s Magi, it’s worth the expense.
“It’s a joke. However, if Cecil’s power is not taken away, she will definitely do something outrageous. Do you want to see the entire continent become empty like Darkana?
Well, when it comes to his dislike for magic and magic, it may not be as strong as the Holy Sword, but Julius Jeong also had a lot of it.
For him, the representative of angels. Magi is nothing more or less than an unpleasant and ominous energy.
──Chi Ik.
Even now, the blood flowing through his veins was boiling and trying to get rid of the demonic energy in his heart. It was a clear rejection.
The reason why demonic energy was able to stay in the body to the extent of performing magic like this was because the owner of the demonic energy was his natural match, Cecil.
If it weren’t for Cecil, he wouldn’t have had demonic energy in his heart like this, even asking Erman for a favor.
Yes, everything starts with Cecil and ends with Cecil.
For a man named Julius Tapnel, a woman named Cecil is literally ‘everything.’
Because her bright, child-like smile is enough to carry on her life. Because I become obsessed with her life.
So now, I want to go home with you.
You and me.
To the mansion where the fruits of love await.
I want to go back while holding her hand ──.
─Then why not just cut it down! While we are punishing Arnhil, we can also kill Nirhil! Their names are similar and their actions are strangely similar!
“… ….”
──There was no time to get lost in thoughts.
As expected from a sword possessed by a ghost that loves blood and flesh, Nerondir was screaming loudly as he cut down both Arnhil and Cecil.
I guess I’ll have to teach Cecil how to cook simple dishes soon.
She is not good at using kitchen utensils, so she should at least get a sharp knife.
For a holy sword, it would be a very suitable kitchen knife.
Julius, who had silently chosen the Holy Sword’s new home, opened his mouth softly.
“Don’t be like that, you have so much time left. Just listen to my story for a moment. A story that happened on the first day I met Cecil. “Did I tell you?”
──That body! Give me that body quickly! If only that, if only that…… , I am!
A voice came from far away, possibly very close.
It was the voice of a woman who did not want even the slightest mercy.
She is a woman more pitiful than anyone else in the world, but she is more pitiful than anyone else in the world. She was a woman who could not receive even an ounce of sympathy.
“It was a spring day when flowers were in full bloom.”
And from now on, I will go to cut down that woman.
Perhaps these were the words of the woman I loved, and I will drive a stake into the heart of an old devil.
With that, this brief departure.
This brief dream with Cecil.
It will end.
─The story is that I got separated from a guy who was either Krail or Crocodile, wandered down the street, and got caught by that b*tch Cecil. Now it’s to the point where I’m even dreaming about it.
“That’s the story that happened that morning. “The story I’m going to tell you now is a story that happened that afternoon.”
Grumbling. Julius lowered his voice as he took out Nerondir from its pure white scabbard.
Before the heresy interrogation, the last thing was to perform a commonly performed ritual.
─If it is afternoon… Baptism ritual?
“Okay. Right.”
I said it was a ritual, but it wasn’t anything grand like that. It was no big deal.
I just made small talk to ease the tension.
“I arrived at the church, led by the hand of a girl I had never seen before. “I was able to attend the baptism ceremony safely.”
Underground chapel of the central church.
In front of the magnificent statue of God, Julius recited an unwavering oath to God.
“After reciting the words of oath engraved on the pure white stone slab. “It was a very simple ritual, dropping a few drops of one’s own blood on a stone slab.”
A few drops of blood stain the words engraved on the stone tablet. The red-stained oath was offered to the statue.
“The stone tablet containing my oath was dedicated to the altar located right next to the chapel. “It was a place where the eyes of the gods always reached.”
Julius’s words of loyalty to God were always in the corner of God’s field of vision.
An oath, an oath. So as not to be shaken forever.
─I was treated so specially, but ended up becoming a heretic. After all, you are truly ungrateful.
The Holy Sword, which entrusted itself to Julius’s right hand, grumbled.
Julius smiled slightly at that consistent look full of dissatisfaction.
…… The slight tension in my chest had disappeared, as if it had already been washed away.
“And from that day on, I never once visited the underground chapel. A few days ago. “Until I toured the Central Church with Cecil.”
A whopping 10 years have passed.
The boy with short hair became a man with long hair.
─Hmm, it must have been a new feeling, right? At that time, he probably didn’t know that the devil would become his wife.
“…… Yeah, definitely. It was a new feeling. “It’s safe to say that the person I was then and the person I am now are different people.”
─Isn’t there any dust accumulating? The underground chapel is only open when a very special person is baptized. Who would go in and take care of a situation where all the representatives of angels have been baptized?
The Holy Sword asked. It was a trivial question worthy of trivial chat.
“No, the dust did not accumulate. “The altar was pure white as always.”
That’s why Julius also answered the Holy Sword’s words as if it was no big deal.
It’s not that it’s not. Because it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“There was nothing on the altar. “The stone tablet containing my oath had disappeared without a trace.”
─Yes, actually, right? Can’t you be angry?
While looking around the church. The voice of a woman fidgeting with the hem of her skirt echoes in my ears.
─Is it that day? 10 Years ago, when we first met.
Like a child caught in an accident.
He twisted his hair and lowered his eyes.
Cecil said.
─For some reason, I had this strange thought that I might never see Julius again? That’s me.
In that case, I want to have at least a token of our meeting…….
I secretly took that slate home.
Sorry.
The Inquisitor’s oath to God.
The oath that must always be kept unwaveringly and must be kept in the corner of God’s vision.
One day ten years ago.
From the spring days when flowers were in full bloom until now.
Keep going.
It was not a god, but a woman sitting in the corner of her eye.
“I guess. “It appears that Banpoon was a priest from the beginning.”
Facing the tidal wave of magic energy coming in, Julius adjusted his sword hilt and whispered softly.
As a half-paid priest, he cannot do anything on his own.
Because it is half a penny, someone is always needed to fill the empty half.
“The half-penny is most suitable for a priest. As expected──,”
So, the half-cleric had a devil.
It’s so lovely that it doesn’t look like a devil at all.
“Half a penny must be the devil.”
To greet the half-demon, the half-cleric walked forward.
As always, just remain silent.
To keep the oath engraved on the stone tablet.