70 – Battle of Cecil Subjugation (Part 1)
Crash────
The streets of Darkana are strangely devoid of people.
Before she even had time to taste the warmth of the sun, which shines brightly on the quiet street and scatters the grace of the Lord, Emily Ridina, a woman with long silver hair, broke into a cold sweat and desperately looked at the tall man next to her. He was jumping while supporting the man.
“Cryle. Just hold on a little longer. “Once we get to the place where the Langtaran Fountain is located, we will be able to heal somehow with my power.”
“… ….”
I keep trying to say something to the man who is smiling awkwardly and is almost dragging himself next to me, but
The interrogator, who was addicted to the dark red magical energy and had a pale complexion, could only remain silent.
Crash───
“How on earth did this happen? Cecile, Cecile really apostatized. “Why did that good kid do such a terrible thing?”
“Be kind… Be kind. Are you still talking like that? “Priest Emily.”
“Cryle? Are you coming to your senses? “Do you know where this is?”
The silver-haired priestess, who had now started running with her inquisitor slung over her shoulder, lifted her head in delight at the sardonic voice of her man coming from next to her. Turned to the side.
“You have great strength. She was running around with her man wrapped around her in one hand like this. “I think she’s done with getting married.”
“Are those jokes coming out of your mouth right now? “If you keep going like this, you might really die.”
Krail, who laughed at the supernatural power shown by the immortal priest, simply shook his head when Emily said that she might die.
“Priest, I am already finished. “Why does someone you know keep doing this?”
“What are you talking about, why are you dying, you pale young kid? “If you’re going to keep saying stupid things, just keep your mouth shut.”
Despite Krail’s words that she was already hopeless, Emily just pressed her lips and continued her steps.
The interrogator, who had been looking at her from a distance for a moment, erased the cynical smile that always graced his lips and secretly looked at her chest, where he felt a pleasant coolness from earlier.
‘… I ended up eating it in such a refreshing manner. And of course, the heart.’
The sight reflected in her gray eyes, which were the same color as her own gray hair, was her own chest, with her heart bursting open and with a wide hole, and the unpleasant demonic energy flowing from there.
“I definitely thought I could win easily. “I guess I slightly underestimated the power of our proud saint.”
“…… Yes, our Cecile is the type of person who will do anything.”
Even though her eyes were already red, the sight of the priestess forcing herself to open her mouth and scoffing at her was such a pitiful sight that I couldn’t bear to look at it with my eyes open.
Krail, who had entrusted her body to her and felt her death slowly approaching, gently closed her own eyes and pondered over her mistakes as a substitute for her angel from before. I chewed it.
‘Cecile Lionelta’s power was greater than I imagined.’
A little early in the evening.
After finishing his meal with Emily, Crayle got fully prepared and headed toward the basement of the Central Church, following in the footsteps of Cecil, who had disappeared as usual.
Well, even if you were fully prepared, it was the power of an angel residing in your heart.
All I had to do was surround myself with the power of the [Guillotine].
After playing with his feet for a long time, the place Krail arrived at was,
Geumyeok is a place filled with gloomy evil and one woman’s hideous madness.
It is closed with a seal engraved with the symbol of a black goat.
It was [A storage facility for hideous objects].
‘Wasn’t this just a place to store cursed weapons used by heretics and the corpses of familiars? ‘What on earth are you doing in a place like this?’
In fact, the Monstrous Repository was nothing more than a deception to hide the only forbidden holy object, the King’s Scepter, but it was difficult for Krail, who had no way of knowing the existence of high-ranking demons and the Scepter that could control them, to understand. It was a sight.
‘What happened? Anyway, Cecil Lionelta’s apostasy is almost certain now, no. It is confirmed.’
Then there is only one thing for me to do.
As an agent of punishment, all he does is slit the head of the fallen saint.
Cryle was convinced by the dark cloudy air coming from beyond the door that replaced the seal and the faint presence of the saint.
After taking a deep breath, without any delay, with pure white flames wrapped around my legs, I kicked the iron door with a strong thud and entered the inside of Geumyeok.
‘Oh my, Mr. Crayle? What’s going on here….’
‘Shut your dirty mouth.’
Just───!
The power of punishment.
[Guillotine]
Looking at Cryil, who had entered her into an extremely hideous and cruel world, the fallen saintess opened her mouth to ask what was happening, but
She was frozen in place by the almost ‘absolute’ power that erupted from the man’s lightly flicked finger and robbed her of the grace of the Lord that had dwelled in time.
‘… Still, I guess it was true that I committed apostasy until the end. Cecil Lionelta.’
Krail couldn’t help but smile bitterly as he looked at the saintess, whose eyes were wide open, as if she was surprised, and who had stopped just as she was opening her mouth to try to say something.
The sight reflected in his eyes is a hell seething with fresh blood and flesh that evokes instinctive discomfort.
A woman with brown hair kneels neatly in the middle of it all, accepting her dark magical energy into her heart.
It contained the apostasy of the saint, Cecil Lionelta.
‘Why did you, who once received everyone’s applause, make this choice? I don’t know. However, whatever the reason, it is a self-evident fact that as a saint, she chose evil rather than God.’
Having said that, Krail slowly raised his hand and uttered his last words by forging his blue power so sharply that it tore off the delicate woman’s neck in one fell swoop and sent her feet cold.
‘So there is no need for excuses. There is only one end for an apostate. ‘There is nothing but a miserable and meaningless death.’
You die here today.
Soon, from his right hand, a sharp blue energy like a well-forged sword began to emit a heavenly brilliance shining in five colors,
With a light swing of the interrogator’s hand, Raynell’s power [Guillotine] Flew silently and cut off the saint’s head in one fell swoop.
Peuok────!
No, I should have cut it, but I failed.
‘……Cough.’
The proud power of the angel, which was as blue as the sky, disappeared in the air like a midsummer haze just before it reached the saint’s neck.
In the middle of a frozen world where only Kryle can move, the gray-haired interrogator, whose heart had burst, collapsed from the unimaginable pain he felt in his chest.
And in time frozen by the power of the [Guillotine]. The voice of a woman who could not be heard, who should not be heard, began to echo softly.
‘No way. Mr. Crayle. How dare you cut off someone’s head like that. ‘What if a person who is a special heresy interrogator does not follow basic etiquette?’
‘Cecil…Lionelta.’
‘… Please don’t call me by my name. There is only one man who can call me by that name, Julius Tapnel, the Vicar of Faith.’
Seeing the saintess spitting out incomprehensible words in an incomprehensible situation, Krail desperately raised her head and began to open her mouth.
‘Julius? This is my first time hearing this name. ‘Are you the saint’s secret lover?’
‘… A lover, that can’t be possible.’
‘Then what on earth…!’
‘What about Julius? It’s my everything. ‘Literally, it’s my everything.’
The one and only man who can love me, embrace me, and lust after my body to his heart’s content.
At the sight of Cecil, whose dark red eyes were flashing and smiling brightly as she constantly talked about a man who did not exist in a frozen time, Kryle frowned and spat out the words.
‘…… It’s crazy, I’m completely crazy. ‘Have you lost your mind?’
‘Yes, I went crazy. There’s no way he’s sane. I woke up alone in this world of lies, and there was no way I was sane.’
Giggle, giggle.
The unpleasant laughter of a woman who called herself a madwoman filled her realm, and as if pushed by that force, Kryle’s power, which had stopped time in the Monstrous Repository, lost its power in an instant.
‘I had no intention of touching you, my husband’s close friend. But it would be very difficult to die before meeting my dear father, Erman. That’s why I bought some insurance, but I never thought they would kill me right away like this. ‘This was unexpected.’
‘……Friend? I’m sorry, but I’ve never made friends in my life. If I’m going to tell a lie, I’ll say it with some knowledge.’
Cryle, who had now thrown off all respect, tried to sarcastically say something, but Cecil just looked at him and nodded repeatedly as if he understood.
‘I see, without Julius, Mr. Crayle becomes a much more crooked person. I also thought that the girl named Thalia had a much worse personality than I had heard, but it was all because my lovely husband wasn’t there.’
Togak── Togak──
With a satisfied smile on her face, as if she had solved an unsolvable riddle, Cecil glanced at the man rolling around on the floor and vomiting blood, then slowly stood up and began to walk briskly towards the scepter surrounded by dark red demonic energy. Did.
‘Being an angel’s representative is not always a good thing. ‘It’s a much tougher life than an average person, so not being able to die right away even when your heart explodes like that might be a curse.’
Cecil shook her head as if pitying the sight of a man whose heart was shattered, but whose life was tougher than human imagination, and who was still alive. Even after reaching the scepter, she still responded as if she were a madman. I continued to mutter these words to myself that would not return.
‘Ah, when I thought about it, I remembered a situation that seemed truly ecstatic.’
‘Knock, gag. Cough.’
‘I’m going crazy, but what would Julius do if he saw me now? ‘He might hug me tightly in his wide arms and whisper love to me, but he might also fulfill his duty as an angel’s representative.’
Yes, if I am destined to die anyway, I want to die at the hands of the man I love so much.
I want to engrave a death that will never be forgotten into his eyes.
After saying those words, the brown-haired saint closed her mouth for a moment, and without any hesitation, took in her hand the scepter that pulsated in front of her as if it were alive and breathing, and then walked behind her, fluttering her pure white saint’s robes. It spun around once.
With a bright and pure smile, as if he had not been corrupted or anything.
‘hehehehe, such a shameful wish. I don’t say it in front of other people, but I especially told it to Mr. Crayle. ‘You are his favorite friend, so you should at least treat him with the same courtesy on the way.’
Jiiiiing────
‘So, let’s meet again in the next world. Please take care of me then. I believe that you will work hard to rekindle the love between me and Julius.’
A saintess who is completely out of her mind, and red blood that gathers towards the scepter in her hand that is emitting an extremely ominous magical energy.
Realizing that his short life would end here, Krail simply bowed his head, blaming himself for not being able to stop the rising evil.
‘Three o’clock!’
The power of Rom.
[Flow]
Splash────
‘Oh my, I’m soaked.’
Thanks to Emily, who suddenly barged into her retreat, she was able to get a brief reprieve.
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“Lyle, Cryil! Surely he’s not dead? Hey, try answering something!”
Upon hearing the noisy voice of the priestess summoning her gray-haired inquisitor from her fleeting thoughts, Krail opened her closed eyes and smiled with the same cynical smile as always. He said and threw a rude joke at her.
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“To be exact, it is true that he is already dead. Isn’t it strange that I’m still talking even though my heart just exploded? So what am I now? Should we call it a living corpse?”
“What kind of nonsense are you talking about? If you still have the strength to do so, run with your own feet! “Maybe it’s because I’m old now, but I’m starting to lose strength.”
“Then I will not hesitate and will run with my own feet.”
As if she had regained her strength in that short period of time, Kryil, who looked quite comical and was being carried around Emily’s shoulders, pushed her body and showed off her stunning landing with a lot of flair. .
“Ouch! Hey, you bastard, if you’re going to fall, fall gently. Why are you pushing people and making a fuss!”
“Thank you, Priest Emily. “If it weren’t for the priest, I would have died an ugly death in the basement of the Central Church.”
“Yes, you were a bit unsightly, but… But right now, your body’s healing comes first. “You know that in order to recover from a broken heart, you need to get as far away from Cecil as possible.”
A heart burst by a curse secretly placed by the fallen saint, Cecil Lionelta.
However, the Heretic Questioner’s regenerative ability, which went beyond common sense, was at an absurd level where even a burst heart could be regenerated over time.
The curse placed by Cecil was emitting magical energy to destroy his body even at this moment in order to prevent Kryle from being revived.
“Yes, I know. But if I run away from here now, the people who remain in Darkana will die by her hands.”
“… Cecil is not that kind of child. She is doing this because she has unavoidable circumstances…!”
“When I failed to hit her saintess’ neck and was rolling around on her floor in her ungainly manner, she told me.”
“… What did I say?”
“This world is a false world. “She is the wife of a man named Julius.”
“Cecil, that nonsense again.”
“By the way. “It is said that the imaginary husband, Julius, has a close friend.”
“… ….”
“They said it was me. Isn’t it funny? “He goes around calling a guy with a nasty personality like me his friend. I don’t know who he is, but that guy named Julius is definitely out of his mind.”
“Julius, Julius is just a character in Cecil’s delusion. “You probably don’t believe that kid’s nonsense, do you?”
“Certainly, Cecil Lionelta was driven mad by mania. “The words that came out of her mouth were nothing but unbelievable nonsense.”
“Okay, so after I leave here. After healing your heart!”
“But for some reason, I thought it was plausible.”
“…… What?”
“I’ve felt it sometimes since long ago. The feeling of ‘something is strange.’ Even Priestess Emily, didn’t she feel it sometimes?”
“……Okay.”
“We must have met for the first time on the day of the baptism ceremony, but for some reason we became close friends too quickly. Talia, who is famous for being shy, also behaved gently to Priest Emily.”
“… That’s mild food? “That thing where you punch yourself in the solar plexus?”
“…Anyway. There are still too many questionable aspects to simply dismiss it as the nonsense of a madman. Normally, it would be right to hit your head with a question-and-answer dance, but now I feel like I can give you at least a brief reprieve.”
“Cryle! What are you talking about? You can’t beat Cecil now. “How on earth are you going to beat that kid when you were treated like that even when you were in perfect condition?”
“You’re asking a stupid question. “Priest Emily, wouldn’t it be natural to win?”
With those words, as if he had finished answering his questions, Cryle slowly, but with great dignity, began to head back the way he came towards the central church.
“……Cryle, you crazy bastard, tell me what you’re talking about and then go!”
Emily screams loudly at her interrogator, who is pretending to be cool with a gaping hole in her chest, spouting out words she can’t understand.
In response to her shouting, Krail finally stopped her steps, looked back, and just quietly muttered a word.
“A man is a horse. Because in front of the woman I love, I am invincible.”
Kwahiah ──────!
As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliance with such force that it seemed as if it would split the sky in two began raining down from the sky.
Looking at the gray-haired angel descending towards the earth, wrapped in a bluish aura, he gently placed his hand where his heart was, and then began to simply continue his steps towards the central church. Did.
Feeling the beat of unattainable love for an angel, felt even though my heart was shattered.