71 – Cecil Subjugation Battle (Middle)
Tak──
“Hmm… That’s the number there.”
Kente’s cathedral filled with comfortable silence.
An elderly man sitting in the middle of the shabby office located in the corner of the place.
Brookin is called a war hero and is one of the most respected priests in Lyriam along with Saint Erman Lionelta.
I could only swallow my sleep as I looked at the tragedy unfolding before my eyes.
“… Don’t keep wasting time, hurry up and get your act together. “If you close your eyes and pray like that, will the Lord Rom tell you any tricks?”
“Uh-huh, this person. “It’s so hard to believe that this man, who was considered a saint, is just a non-believer.”
Even though he closed his eyes and frowned, trying to figure out the secret, the disgusting voice of his friend in front of him seemed to already be telling him his future.
This match is Brookin’s loss. This is a painful fact.
“Hmm. Oh, Erman. “How could it not work if I just passed on one move?”
“Of course.”
“Of course?”
“It’s natural that it won’t work. “Then can I consider this victory my victory?”
The scene unfolding on the black and white board with the grid pattern on it is truly an overwhelming trace of fun.
The brown-haired saint, who easily won against Brukin, the priest known to be the best chess player in the Kente village, gently lifted his chin with a smile so wicked that it was hard to believe he was an elderly man.
In the end, Brukin, unable to think of his trick, made a sullen expression, drooped his shoulders, and swept away the small pieces that had been placed on his board with his hands.
“Huh, that’s right. Today, the faith within me surges. As a priest, what kind of entertainment is this?”
“When Saint Telmir was on a pilgrimage to spread the word of the Lord, he would often play chess like this with Zifnel, the angel of love.”
“… Are you saying that Telmir and Zifnel had such a close relationship? Why didn’t I know? “This is the first time I’ve heard something like that since I became a priest.”
Erman, who frowned as if he was dumbfounded by Brukin’s indecent behavior for his age, a white-haired priest who rolled his purple eyes back and forth as if he didn’t understand the meaning, gently put the Bible in his hand down on the table, I took a deep sigh.
“Look at you, no matter how much you hate reading books, is it true that you didn’t read a single banned book kept by the church when you were in the capital?”
“… Banned book? If it’s a banned book, you shouldn’t read it, so isn’t it a banned book? “Of course I knew I shouldn’t read it.”
“You know it won’t work, right?”
“He didn’t even come into the forbidden library.”
“……Huh.”
Among the priests of the religious order, he is a special priest who holds the highest rank, excluding saints and saints.
He hasn’t read a single banned book that every high-ranking member of the religious order must read at least once.
20 Years ago, Erman, who felt slightly dizzy at the shocking secret that came out of the mouth of his close friend, Brukin, whom he had not seen much since the Holy Demon War, did not even care that the priest’s uniform, which he always wore neatly and neatly, was disheveled. Instead, he left his body on the worn-out sofa and began to open his mouth in a drowsy voice.
“Do you think that all banned books are the same? “Except for the banned books related to high-ranking demons, most of the banned books are simply books that deal with Telmir’s personal history, so they are only named ‘banned books.'”
“Oh, I see. “It’s been 30 years since I entered the path of becoming a priest, but I still feel like I’m just a lamb with many shortcomings.”
“Ha… I guess you were just stupid and didn’t know.”
Brukin nods his head with the face of a wise man, as if he has achieved great enlightenment.
Erman, who was just looking at him from afar, tried to erase the worry that had suddenly appeared in his mind and began to open his mouth again.
‘It’s like this from the special priests onwards, so does this mean that our Church of Telmere is really okay like this? Well, Cecil will take care of it.’
“Anyway, among the banned books that you were too stupid to read, there are quite a few books that contain Saint Telmere’s extremely personal impressions. Among them, the diary he left contains a very detailed anecdote about the angel Ziphnel. “It almost takes up most of the diary.”
“Isn’t Saint Telmere clearly Taphnel’s representative? But he spent more time with Zipnell than with the angel he served. He is truly strange.”
“Well, that’s right, because Telmir had feelings for Zifnel.”
“Ah, Yeonjeong. Yes, love is good… What, love?!”
“Why are you so surprised? The fact that Telmir adored Zifnel is something that anyone who has read banned books has noticed, and it is not that surprising.”
“… No, isn’t it an amazing enough story? The first saint took on a woman as a priest. No, he longed for an angel. That.”
“Is the human mind something that can be changed so easily? In particular, the feeling of love is extremely sticky. “The more you remove it, the more it sticks to your heart.”
“It is a love that cannot be achieved. “It seems that Telmir lived through more hardship than expected.”
“… Trouble? Why do you think so? Do you really think that Telmere’s love was one-sided?”
“……?”
A saint with brown hair who calmly spoke out loud words in a languid voice.
Brookin, who couldn’t understand what he was saying, just kept tilting his head in an idiotic manner.
Erman, who could not bear to see the horrifying depravity displayed by the old man, waved his hand and got up from his seat.
“When people get older, please live their lives worth their money. “What a disgraceful act.”
“So, why don’t you stop talking? I will tell you everything until the end and leave.”
Brookin straightens his disheveled priest’s clothes neatly, picks up the robe hanging on the wall, and points his finger at the saint who is preparing to leave.
However, Erman only spewed out vague, riddle-like words toward him.
“Before the Telmere Church existed, when the world was still filled with many religions, most religions were named after the gods they worshiped.”
“Yes, pagan denominations definitely used the same name as the name of the god they worshiped.”
“However, our denomination has been called the Telmere denomination, not the name of Rom, who gave it, but the name of Saint Telmere, who preached His words.”
“… After listening to it, it’s a little strange. Why did you name it the Telmere Church instead of calling it the Rom Church?”
“A long time ago, when the denomination did not even have a name yet and was driven solely by faith in the Lord. “Saint Telmir died due to the evil plan of the devil.”
“… ….”
“After the saint’s death, the angel of love, Ziphnel, personally collected his body, and in the process, discovered a letter that he had carefully kept in his bosom.”
“… No way, that is.”
“Yes, that letter was a love letter containing the saint’s heart toward the angel. And that heart came into the hands of Jifnel only after he died.”
“Then the name of our church became the Telmere Church.”
“Well, Jifnel has been consistently insisting that it is not true for 500 years, but they went so far as to go against God’s will and named the church the name of an insignificant creature. “I guess it was his answer to his own feelings of affection.”
“Wow, Jifnel actually liked Telmir.”
A white-haired priest who nods to the story of love between a human and an angel from long ago, told by Erman.
The saint, who was looking at him from a distance as he kept nodding his head with a mysterious smile as if he was truly having fun, tapped him on the shoulder once and then slowly turned around and started walking away.
“Well, let’s end our long-awaited reunion here and leave.”
“I’ll stay a little longer, how can I leave so quickly? I haven’t seen your face properly in 20 years. “I’m so sad to hear that you’re leaving in just two days.”
“Unfortunately, I am a sinner. “I can’t let this body rest in peace.”
“Yekki! “Man, if Erman Lionelta, the savior of all people, is a sinner, then is there anyone in the world who is not a sinner?”
“… ….”
Brookin, the war hero called the Priest of the Moon, made a joke at Erman, who was smiling self-mockingly, but the saint who was Lionelta’s representative and had the sacred nickname of the savior of all people just shook his head and said, I was just leaving, saying a silent goodbye to my close friend.
“That’s so cruel. See you next time.”
Tap-tap── Ttop-tap──
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“… Brukin, I am a much different person than you think. “He’s just a sinful murderer.”
The hilly road of Kente Village boasts clear skies that make you feel open.
The cool wind blowing toward the center had a refreshing feeling that would naturally make you feel good.
I guess it wasn’t enough to make the elderly saint, Erman, who had been smiling self-deprecatingly since a while ago, feel refreshed.
“Are you listening from beyond? Julius. The woman you so desperately wanted to save. Cecil survived in the end. “She is now living a busy life as a saint at the central church of Darkana.”
Did he think of someone when he saw the nameless golden grass leaves embroidering the hill?
Walking slowly down a hill where no one was around and no one would answer, the saint continued to mutter to himself.
“If you appeared before me now, what would I say? Are you going to accuse me of being a murderer? Or is it a nod to my choice to save Cecil? Even now, decades after that nightmarish day of death, I still can’t be sure. Was my choice at that time really right? Was killing my son-in-law with my own hands and bearing the unbearable original sin of erasing the very existence of my unborn granddaughter really the best choice?”
Yes, whenever you had a difficult problem, she would solve it quickly.
So, please, tell me the answer to who I am now.
Did I really make the right choice?
Or is it just the foolish fate of a miserable old man?
Saaa────
“… No, don’t answer. The answer to my sins. “It’s a matter that I have to deal with alone.”
With those words, the saint no longer opened her mouth.
Instead, in the middle of the central church, her own precious daughter will be walking her path to glory, receiving the applause of all her people.
I just smiled faintly, remembering the brown hair of the saint, Cecil Lionelta.
I just kept walking aimlessly.
────Wow!
-Erman! Ermaan────!
But when God created the world, he did not create mercy for sinners.
A woman’s urgent and dangerous voice began to echo above Erman’s head, where he was feeling a moment of happiness.
“La… Lady Ionelta.”
“Erman, you must go to Darkana with me right now. “A saint, a saint, committed apostasy.”
“… What on earth are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“Cecil Lionelta accepted the power of the devil. “That crazy b*tch awakened the king’s scepter!”
“……What on earth do you mean?”
Apostasy.
The unbelievable words of an angel that continue to linger in my ears without being able to flow into my mind.
It was definitely a perfect world.
If only a sinner named Erman remained silent, it would be a perfect world.
Why, why did this happen?
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‘Grandpa, do you like it?’
The fallen granddaughter, mixed with the words of an angel wandering around in his ears, echoes endlessly in Erman’s mind.
Layla’s voice.
“Erman, I understand that you are embarrassed by the sudden situation, but now we must stop this situation as quickly as possible! If Cecil becomes completely one with the scepter, an army of high-ranking demons may be born. “Now is the time to move quickly.”
“… This is ridiculous. No, it shouldn’t make sense, right?”
Certainly, if the existence of Julius Tapnel was erased, everything would return to its original place.
…… Ah, that wasn’t it.
It was just a pathetic and foolish illusion of mine.
Cecil’s death inevitably comes.
A planned tragedy.
In a world of lies where everything has gone crazy,
I still couldn’t escape it.
“… I will go.”
“I guess you finally understand what I’m saying. Yes, if you and I join forces, we can punish that ungrateful girl who doesn’t know any grace….”
“No, I will not punish you.”
“… What, what?”
“If Cecil had truly entered the path of evil, if she had shed her human skin and degenerated into a miserable devil.”
I will gladly face death at the hands of the devil wearing your mask.
Even if that is the case.
Even if you say it’s like walking into a prison called eternity on your own.
Snap── Drop──
“… ….”
The image of the saint clenching his teeth and making a promise while shedding bloody tears.
Because he was too terrible and too miserable to be called a saint.
An angel and a devil.
And the woman who is the mother of a man named Erman.
Lionel Tha, despite her critical situation, could only look at her own child from afar.
She was so far away that she could only stare.
It happened as fall passed and winter approached.
A story from the distant past.
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“And I returned to the capital with Erman shedding bloody tears.”
Jjrrr──
Did I get thirsty from talking a little too long?
Lionel Ta, who realized that the black tea in front of her had already run out, gently picked up the pure white chalcedony, showed off her old-fashioned appearance, and carefully refilled her teacup with black tea.
“What filled our path when we returned to the capital was just an endless tsunami of demon energy. 23 Cecil, holding the scepter that was like the leash of the great demons, was truly a disaster. The angels and their agents who came down to prevent this also fell helplessly before that ungrateful woman.”
“… You did something very splendid. “Our Cecil.”
“… Our Cecil? Ha, what happened? Anyway, Erman is just my daughter. No, she just silently walked and walked towards what was her daughter. And finally.”
“So the two of you met.”
“What happened next was a terrible tragedy that is difficult to express in words. “The devil, who wanted to turn back time and regain his love, ended up piercing the heart of his father and coveting the power that resided within him, [Eve].”
“The devil coveted the power of God….”
“Julius, as you probably know well, the power of God is an incomprehensible thing that is different from the power of angels. Most of the people who were chosen were not treated properly, and it was even worse when Cecil, who was not chosen, tried to treat them by force. “Is it possible for a normal return to occur?”
“… Indeed, everything has become clear now. “Why does my heart beat towards Nirhil?”
“The representative of contemporary beliefs has a bad habit of constantly talking nonsense. Yes, just as you guessed, Cecil only accepted part of the power of [Eve], And became a cursed being with only fragmented memories, returning to the eternal void every time she died. “This is it.”
“That is the identity of the being called Nirhil.”
Tak───
With those words, Julius gently placed the teacup in his hand down on the table and only quietly muttered a word to the angel in front of him who was glaring at him with a serious expression.
“So, what should I do?”
“… What, what? “What are you talking about now?”
“Of course, I understand what pain Cecil has been through so far. In her heart, I want to hold her in my arms right now and take care of her wounded body and soul. But I don’t think Lionelta told me this because she wanted something like that from me.”
Indeed, is the inquisitor’s insight, adept at catching hidden heretics and demons, exceptional?
An angel with brown hair who was carefully handling the ‘gift’ for him that he kept in his arms.
Lionelta smiled bitterly at Julius’ bold words. She revealed her face not as an angel but as an archdemon and made an offer she couldn’t refuse to the representative of her faith.
“Anyway, the clash between the saint and the great devil has long since become a sticky, muddy fight that neither of them can end. The saint constantly turns back time to create the perfect world he had reached, a world where Saint Cecil Lionelta exists, and the archdemon Nirhil is a man who can give infinite love and pleasure to fill his empty heart. “He constantly stands in the saint’s way to get Julius Tapnel.”
“… ….”
“So here, it is time for a third party to intervene. “We need another being that can interfere with time.”
“…Interfering with time?”
“Yes, as I said last time. I have no intention of going along with Erman’s plan. No matter what the outcome of this fight is. “My poor son’s destruction is almost a predestined truth.”
Lionel Tha, who said that, smiled confidently as if no more words were needed, took out a round ‘something’ from her arms, and gently placed it in front of Julius.
“… Isn’t this a pocket watch?”
“The exact name is an item named [Jifnel’s Tears].”
“It’s an item with Jifnel’s name on it, so this watch is definitely it.”
“Yes, my sister, the angel of charity and love, one of the great relics created by the hands of Zifnel.”
Roaring── Tapping─
Togak─── Togak───
With an alluring smile, the Angel of Death slowly got up from his seat and walked towards the inquisitor with a leisurely step, while continuing to speak.
“The wandering thoughts of an angel of love who, for the first and last time, tried to distort the truth of our father, God Rom, in order to prevent the death of Saint Telmere. “That crystal.”
Owner of this only once.
You will have the power to turn back time.
“… ….”
“Unfortunately, this was a failure. “Because it is an item that can only be used once in the flow of time, I have never handed it over to you until now.”
Sharalak───
Under the temptation of the great devil that shakes his mind, Julius does not even move a single word and just looks at the shining silver pocket watch in front of him from a distance.
Lionelta, who was looking at him with mysterious eyes, quietly whispered the final word that would strengthen the interrogator’s decision.
“If you are good at handling any celestial power, you will surely be able to handle this perfectly as well. Even more so than Erman and Nirhil, who have the power to turn back time.”
“… ….”
“This world has already reached its limit. There is no longer any capacity left to withstand the re-creation caused by Erman and Nirhil. But it only turns back time by about 5 years. “That amount of power is still more than enough.”
So, rewrite time with your own hands.
With your unwavering faith, you will wash away the defiled spirit and body of your wife, and give rest to the saint who was broken and unable to withstand the weight of her sins.
“…… I am.”
An angel’s whisper with the warmth of a loving mother.
I heard the devil’s extremely sweet offer that wrapped around my heart,
Heresy Inquisitor Julius Tapnel.
“I won’t turn back time.”
“…… ?”
“Well, if I were to turn back time, wouldn’t the current Cecil disappear? I vowed to accept her as Nirhil too. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to reject Lionelta’s offer.”
“…… “You’re really crazy about love, you idiot.”
A representative of faith, worthy of its name.
I was just showing off my unwavering incision in front of the angel.
“… I finally found it! “You rip-and-kill b*tch!!!”
And the delicate devil, who had been secretly listening to this while holding his breath, also breathed a sigh of relief and began to show off his unwavering madness in front of the angel.
Quaaang─────!