69 – The King’s Scepter
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There was a man who walked hurriedly, dissipating the composure and grace that had always been present in his steps, and emitting only a sense of urgency.
“…… I’m going to be really crazy and excited.”
His name is Cryle Raynell.
The gray-haired interrogator, who spoke in harsh language that was too harsh to be called a priest, was nervously taking steps towards somewhere, even breaking out in a cold sweat, wondering what was so urgent.
“…… Tsk.”
The reason he didn’t dare to jump was because of his position as an angel’s representative, or more precisely, because he couldn’t do something frivolous that would tarnish the name of Raynell, the angel of punishment whom he adored.
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Why is a man who holds the most powerful power on earth in his heart and is loved by angels so anxious?
The answer is where the man’s steps stopped.
A place surrounded by pure white marble, exuding neatness and tranquility.
The repentance room of the Telmere Church.
The answer was the feast of dark red blood, with its eerie squishiness clearly visible, stuck in the hallway leading to that sacred place.
“…… Ha, it’s late.”
What should I do with this?
Krail, who realized that the tragedy that must be prevented had already occurred, looked with helpless eyes at the king’s royal edict stamped with a silver lion symbol in his hand, and then shook his gray hair, neatly slicked back. I threw it away.
Lala─ Lala─
A captivating woman’s voice was heard from beyond the door located on the other side of the blood-splattered hallway, filled with the fishy smell of blood.
“… You caused a major accident, and now you’re singing?”
It seems that Cecil Lionelta, the saint whom the Church of Telmere is proud of, is very pleased with the current situation.
“You brought the king’s son and committed such atrocities…”
Of course, the priests of the church who handled the accident under him were beyond death and were on the verge of death.
-Don’t keep fussing there, and if you’re going to come in, come in quickly. Kryle Express Interrogator.
“… Yes, I understand. “Saint.”
How can you be so proud after an accident that is beyond repair?
Still, since she was his superior, that is, the woman who held his purse strings, he could not bear to curse to her face, so he shut her mouth and lowered her head. Slowly opening the door to the repentance room, she took a step forward.
“……Huhhh.”
As soon as she made eye contact with the young man covered in blood on the floor of the repentance room and letting out incomprehensible moans, she quietly backed away again, closed the door, and tried to run away from the scene of her treason.
“Mr. Crail. “Stop playing around and come in.”
“… Ha, Cecil. “Isn’t the saintess playing pranks now?”
But, the savior of all people. The adopted daughter of Saint Erman.
The saint, Cecil Lionelta, called Crayl by name as if he were an accomplice to a treason.
A spokesperson for hundreds of clergy who suddenly became involved in a treasonous plot. Her chief Inquisitor, Kryle Raynell, frowned at her arrogance and began to open his mouth at her.
“Do you not understand what you have done? “Do you know who it is that brought you to the repentance room and made it look like this?”
“Ha, Mr. Crayle. Do I look like a fool? Of course, that person over there is one of only thirteen children of His Majesty Mainz von Lyriam, the proud king of our Kingdom of Lyriam. Uh… I mean. Was his name John?”
“… This is Prince Nathan von Lyriam.”
“Oh, that’s right! Shanirin von Lyriam. “It was that kind of name.”
“…… It’s not Shanirin, it’s Neishan.”
She is a brown-haired woman who smiles brightly like an immature girl and calmly jokes about the prince’s name.
Her alluring red lips and blue eyes filled with contradictions of melancholy and joy have a fatal beauty, almost like that of a temptress, that would make the hearts of many men tremble.
Her gray-haired interrogator, who was chewing on her own lips in place of her cigarette, began to open his mouth again at her, frowning as if he had no interest in the woman’s beauty.
“It could have been just a brief appearance at a social church, reciting a few words from God, and then it would have been over. But why did you drag the prince away and subject him to such cruel torture? “Please come up with some excuse!”
“… Calm down and listen to me. Mr. Crayle. “There is a very deep, profound situation here.”
To be precise, there is a reason why I have no choice but to be like this.
“… ….”
What on earth did the prince do that such cruel behavior was inevitable?
Could it be so that a man as high as the prince of Lyriam has taken the path of heresy?
Seeing Cecil begin to open her mouth with a very serious expression, Cryle folded his arms and lowered his head to see what would come in.
An excuse came out of her mouth, and her legs lost strength at the incomprehensible strangeness, and she almost fell over.
“I really, really, wasn’t interested. “I was forced to attend a social gathering hosted by the royal family due to the torch of elders, and I was quietly savoring a drink in a corner.”
“… ….”
“Then, a man called Jira or Jarakhason appeared in front of me and said this.”
‘Hello, Saint. I am the third son of the great King, His Majesty Mainz von Lyriam. ‘My name is Nathan von Lyriam.’
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“… How can the name Naishan become Jairas?”
“After saying his own name, which I clearly had no interest in, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards me and said this.”
‘Please, would you please give me the honor of dancing with the saint tonight?’
“So, what’s next? “Did His Royal Highness step on the saint’s feet while dancing together?”
“… Yes? Mr. Crayle, what on earth are you talking about? “There’s no way you would do something frivolous, like holding hands and dancing with a guy like that.”
“… Then why are you acting like this, His Majesty the Prince?”
“So. I just said it. “He said something strange to me.”
“…You’re not saying that this terrible situation just happened because of an invitation to dance, right?”
“Exactly! As expected, he is the best Heretic Questioner that our Church of Telmere is proud of. “It’s Cryil Raynell.”
“…… This is crazy.”
This is what they say when they forcibly took the prince of a country, tortured him to the point where his blood was leaking even into the hallway, and then turned him into a return mail.
Is it because you feel bad about being invited to dance?
No, how did they drag the prince here in the first place?
In the middle of the extremely cruel repentance room, where hardened blood and unidentifiable pieces of flesh were strewn about, I saw Cecil sitting on a chair with a bright smile, leisurely turning the pages of the book in her hand. Cryle stuck out his tongue,
After this was over, he promised her that he would resign and return to her hometown, and then cautiously opened his mouth to her again.
“Ha, well. I have no intention of continuing to talk about what has already happened. But I would like to answer some personal questions.”
“Ask anything. Mr. Crayle. “If I can answer, I will.”
“How on earth did you drag His Royal Highness, who was in the middle of the palace, here?”
“What a stupid question. Well, I made him walk on his own feet.”
As she said that, as if it were completely natural, she smiled brightly, pointing to the forearm of her man rolling at her feet.
“Oh, of course, after cutting off the prince’s forearm, I think someone who was the captain of the guard or something came running and started yelling.”
“……So you were good at scolding me with words?”
“No? “As punishment for blasphemously speaking insultingly towards her saint, you have beheaded her?”
“… ….”
What kind of saint is this?
Isn’t her behavior more appropriate to be called a witch rather than a saint?
The more he listened, the more Krail felt as if his bones were about to explode. He waved his arms to show that he did not want to hear any more, and silenced Cecile.
She showed her the king’s edict in her hand and uttered her last words.
“…This is a royal decree from His Majesty the King. If the prince is not returned in good physical condition, we will declare all-out war against the Church of Telmere…”
“Just do it. Why are you telling me to do this and that? Your Majesty… No, tell Mainz. “If you want to meet Lord Rom today, I will personally arrange a meeting for you.”
“…… I understand.”
With those words, Cecile did not open her mouth any more and just hummed her song as she turned the pages of the black leather-covered banned book in her hands.
After hearing the orders of the blood-crazed saint, Cecil Lionel, Krail left the repentance room, wondering how he could make up a bunch of bullsh*t in front of the king.
“…… Jeba, please buy me Jeba.”
It was an unfortunate event for a man who was barely alive after being soaked in holy water, and was either a jainison or a shinin.
***
“So, did things work out well in the end?”
“… Well, I somehow managed to resolve it.”
Hearing the words of the silver-haired priestess who was shaking her body back and forth following the flickering of the warm scarlet flames on the silver candlestick, Kryle, who was poking the piece of meat in front of him and sighing deeply, took a deep, very deep breath. He exhaled and nodded his head towards her.
“How on earth did you solve such a major accident? “No matter how powerful our Telmere Church is, isn’t it okay to dare to interfere with the royal lineage?”
“… Well, I said it in a good way, and they accepted it favorably.”
‘How dare you touch my son, and what did you say now!’
‘… Well, I think what happened to Prince Neishan was an unfortunate accident. Please, let go of your anger.’
‘I don’t think you’ll just mess with the prince of Lyriam and get away with it.’
‘Hmm… Can’t you just skip it? To be honest. ‘He’s not even dead.’
‘It was just one word. ‘Do you think it makes sense to commit such crazy atrocities as cutting off arms and gouging out eyes just for saying a single word?’
‘Well, of course it doesn’t make sense. But what can you do? Even the vagabonds wandering the back alleys of Darkana know that our saintess is extremely averse to her man. At this point, I think His Royal Highness may have brought this upon himself.’
‘What, what? ‘Have I said everything now?’
‘Yes, I think I said everything I wanted to say.’
‘Ha, yes. Good night. It seems that the Church of Telmere wants to start an all-out war against our royal family. If you’re going to come out like that, I’ll do it right now….’
‘Elania.’
‘……What?’
‘Elania von Lyriam poisoning case.’
‘… ….’
‘It is commonly known in the world like this. It is said that the princess was murdered in the process of revenge by the heretics against Erman Lionelta, who was the Inquisitor at the time.’
However, I did some research separately. The reality is very different.
‘I won’t necessarily mention the real culprit’s name out loud. However, if you keep getting so angry about our saint’s teaching activities. Well, by tomorrow morning, the name of the forgotten princess will be up and down all over Lyriam.’
‘Even after this, do you think you will be safe?’
‘Of course you’re safe. I think you forgot my name. My name is Cryil Raynell. The angel of punishment, Lord Raynel’s representative. A man who receives heavenly love.’
‘… ….’
‘Either try to assassinate him or send a knight to challenge him to a duel. It doesn’t matter. If anything, you should at least try poisoning, which is your specialty.’
However, please keep in mind.
The reason why people with the surname Liram are able to sit on the throne of kings until now.
The fact is that we do not covet power.
It’s because those with Lyriam’s bloodline were better than other corrupt nobles.
‘You should keep this in mind.’
‘… ….’
‘There has never been an all-out war, so I will try to understand it and move on. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize again for what happened to His Royal Highness. Unfortunately, our saint burned her left arm and right eye by mistake, so it will be difficult to recover, but the Church of Telmere will do its best to recover in other areas.’
‘… You burned and ate her left arm and eyeball, and now what are you talking about, you crazy people? It has been done. ‘Just get the hell away.’
‘Thank you.’
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After working hard to persuade His Majesty the King, he willingly agreed to forgive Cecil’s rudeness. As expected, His Majesty Mines, who is called the Wise King, seems to have something different.”
“Uh… Huh? Poisoned? Assassination? W-what are you talking about? Didn’t you just lie down on the floor and beg for everything?
A shocking story flows into the ears of Emily, who asked a question to laugh after hearing the unlucky interrogator, Cryle Raynell, always walking around with his back straight, a cynical smile on his face, and saying all kinds of trivial things. Speaking.
No, if you have done something wrong, it would not be enough to kneel down and beg, so instead, you go and threaten the king who is making a legitimate complaint?
Why do all the priests of the Telmere Church handle their work this way?
Emily, who was offended by Cryll’s uncharacteristically mean-spirited way of solving the problem, shook her head, cut the steak in front of her into large pieces, and swallowed it in one bite.
Oops.
In fact, she did not realize that she herself, who thinks such things, usually handles things in a way that is outrageous and deviates from common sense.
“Well, I was exhausted from trying to sort things out. She had to somehow create something to blackmail the King with. “Two days were too short.”
“… Cryil, usually priests do not rely on threats when resolving a matter.”
“This is not my specialty. Threatening is something he is much better at.”
“… Him? “Cryle, is there anyone else other than you who does crazy things like this?”
Emily, who felt that the country’s fortunes were on the wane, questioned the interrogator while sweating coldly. The words were not an answer, but another question.
“… Him? “Who the hell is that guy?”
“Cryle, have you really lost your mind? You just said it with your own mouth. ‘Threatening is something he is much better at.'”
“… That guy… That guy… That guy? “Why did I say that?”
“Why did you ask me that? You should know. Well, wasn’t it just a story about a friend?”
“… I’m not bragging, but I’ve never made a friend in my life.”
Although she said she wasn’t boasting, Emily puffed out her chest and nodded with a mischievous smile on her face. Emily put a piece of meat in her mouth and smiled awkwardly. I just laughed.
‘Of course, there is a reason why you don’t have friends.’
“I guess I was just tired so I was talking nonsense for a while. Anyway, the important thing now is not the king.”
“Now even your honorary name has been lost.”
“What’s really important is. “This is Cecil Lionelta, the head of our church.”
The name of a saint that came out of her man’s mouth.
When Emily heard the name Cecil Lionel Taran, her complexion immediately took a turn for the worse.
She just lowered her head, recalling the face of her younger brother who had lost his innocence and had become endlessly cruel.
“Do you know what they call Cecile when they see her in Darkana these days?”
“… What do they call it?”
“It is called the blood-blooded witch. The saint of the church who should be the most sacred. “She is a sweetheart who is called by the strange nickname of witch.”
“… It’s just nonsense from foolish people. Cecil, Cecil just works hard to punish heretics and demons…!”
“And even within her church, unbelievers began to doubt her. Priest Emily, you know the rumor going around at Central Church these days, right?”
“… I don’t know, what do you know about that?”
“Every night, after the sun sets, the saint disappears. And a terrible scream echoes from the underground sanctuary of the central church.”
As if heretics were performing evil rites.
“… I’m just doing the work of a heretic interrogator myself as a saint. Cryle, you, too, gouge out eyes, pull out toenails, and burn heretics alive during interrogation. Why are you saying such things again?”
“Yes, me too. He is far from a clean person. However, the saint’s recent actions have been extremely suspicious.”
“Soo, it’s suspicious. Cryil, our Cecil is a good kid. “Why do you keep looking at that child negatively?”
“Recently, the saint has been confining herself to the gold library instead of her office. She has completely eliminated the banned library manager, and is now managing the banned books herself.”
“… If the saint of the order manages the banned books herself, she is safer and better. “What’s so bad about it?”
“And lastly, there is something decidedly suspicious.”
“… ….”
Emily turns her head and closes her eyes tightly, as if she doesn’t want to hear it.
However, for the heartless and ruthless interrogator, Cryil Raynell, ‘consideration’ was nothing but a luxury and a sin.
She just calmly mentioned the evidence of the apostasy of the woman who was her family, a precious family member to the priestess.
“…It means that you are overly averse to sunlight.”
As if he were the devil.
With the words uttered from the interrogator’s mouth, the candle on the candlestick that had been flickering anxiously died out, and the priestess, who turned her back to the darkness of the central church where all the windows were completely covered, could not hold back and shed tears. It ended.
“Actually, you know, right?”
“…… “It’s you.”
“Cecil desired the power of the devil.”
“…No.”
“Her sacredness has no longer been felt in her eyes, the flames spewing out of her hands have lost their justice, and the beliefs in her heart have long since turned into evil. “
“No! Cecil, our Cecil, can’t do that. The good girl who always, always called me sister and followed me… Betrayed me. No way….”
“I won’t take too long. Tonight. We will attack directly into Geumyeok where Cecil Lionelta is. And.”
If she really apostatized.
If she really was not a saint who conveyed heaven’s will to earth, she would be reduced to a mere heretic.
“I am Cryle Raynell. As the representative of the angels, I will gladly cut off the head of the fallen saint, Cecil Lionelta.”
A cruel and sad decision that came from the mouth of a man who once, in a time that has now disappeared, shed tears for Cecil.
If Cecil Lionel Ta desired the power of the devil, she would cut off her head.
“…… “Black.”
‘Sister, sister! ‘Let’s eat this together.’
‘Oh, really! ‘I don’t want to study, so don’t do that, let’s go have fun together, okay?’
‘Actually… Emily was supposed to become a saint. Sorry.’
Isn’t all of this actually my fault?
If only I hadn’t run away then.
If you accepted the fate of a saint.
Wouldn’t it have happened that that child would have been ruined like this?
As she looked at the gray-haired man who was making a solemn determination and unleashing the power of punishment in front of her, Emily Lydina, the adopted daughter of God Rom, could only shed tears endlessly.
It was definitely a perfect world, a world full of happiness.
Where on earth did it go wrong? I just keep asking myself…
By asking a question.
***
“…Ah, Emily. No, mother, it’s not your fault.”
The pure white marble, which should always be clean and solemn, is stained with the blood of sinners and takes on an ominous glow, and the saintly woman, who should always be holy, loses her brilliance and emits her black magic energy. It is a terrible sight.
What lies in the middle of that nightmarish apostasy is…
Before the Sacred Age, a great man who wielded the 23 Great Demons as if they were his own limbs.
Emperor.
An unfortunate holy relic that lost its sacredness and was reduced to an abomination by his hands.
[Emperor’s Scepter]
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It is proof that she is the master of all great demons and that she brings infinite wisdom to those who hold her hands. All I could do was constantly whisper as I looked at the delicate woman kneeling in front of me and praying with tears in her eyes.
-Hold me. And make your wish come true.
Despite those extremely evil whispers, Cecil Lionelta, the saintess of the Church of Telmere, just smiled brightly and continued to mutter something.
“Julius. I worked hard. Even though I woke up in this false world without you. “But I worked really hard.”
I searched, searched, and searched for a way to see you again.
“But, as a saint, I am helpless. There was no way I could meet you. So I.”
[I abandoned good and accepted evil.]
“A being that distorts and mocks the truth of the world. High-ranking devil. “To get you back, the power of the devil was the only answer.”
That’s why it was sealed in the basement of the church.
A forbidden abomination that must not be awakened.
I have awakened the king’s scepter.
“Actually, the blood of innocent good people is the best human blood to use as a sacrifice. “No matter what, I didn’t want to go that far.”
Well, just in case, just in case.
If the day comes that this matter is discovered.
Because I might be abandoned by you.
I couldn’t do that.
“By offering the blood of sinners over and over again. “After finally holding the scepter in my hands, I realized.”
This world full of fakes was created by whose hands?
“Herman Lionelta. What created this field of deception and lies. “He was my father who I loved so much.”
And the person who will end this terrible play is also my father.
“We’re almost there now. “If I just take one more step forward, I can reach the path that leads to you.”
Even though that path is a path of asceticism that is sadly far away.
Because this love in my heart will never, ever break.
“One day, I will return to you. “I hope you can forgive me for being dirty.”
I will throw off my human skin and become an insignificant creature that crawls across the ground and hides in the darkness.
Nevertheless, I want to be seen as a loving wife to you.
So please, the promised day will come someday.
Call my name.
Cecil Lionel Tarra.
The name of the devil.
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.
“No, you will end here. Cecil Lionelta.”
But, the one who calls her name. She was not the golden-haired man she had longed for, but a black-haired woman embracing pitch-black darkness.
No, it was an angel.
“The saint of the church. Cecil Lionelta has fallen. Archangel Tapnel, Archangel Reynell, Archangel Lionelta.”
And finally.
“I, Ziphnel, the angel of kindness and love, will personally cut off your head and trample on your hope.”
My friend, Telmere, wanted to protect,
To protect the world.
In order to punish the fallen saint, a brilliant light shining in five colors began pouring down on the dark cloud-filled land of Darkana.