Episode 112. It’s a threat
“Are you going to Zeroth?”
that evening.
Hearing Aaron’s story, Kane salivated.
Not going to Delor Diocese and negotiating, but attacking the headquarters of the church.
It was like a chicken plucking its own feathers and jumping into a hot pot.
“Perhaps they will contact you first. Because we have something to do.”
Aaron said looking out the window of his office.
The sun began to set, but the banquet was still in full swing in the garden.
The light of the continuous lights lit up here and there created a different atmosphere from the afternoon.
“I’m sure there are people from the church among those many people. Tomorrow, the diocese of Delor, as well as the high-ranking officials of Zeros, will hear the news.”
Odd Haken rejected the church’s proposal to guide the Dark Elves and held a festival on the scale of the territory.
In addition, since the Dark Elf, the core of the problem, was announced as a friend, it was only natural that the Church’s eyes were turned upside down.
“Are you really going to be okay?”
Kane knew this was going to happen from the first time Aaron asked him to hold a large festival.
However, when I thought of confronting the Church of Light, my eyes went dark.
“Behind me are Oddhaken and Arnin.”
Aaron nodded and smiled.
Until yesterday, he was the son of the Oddhaken family, but now he has become the owner of Death Landing, sponsored by the Count’s family.
Oddhaken, who can attract not only mercenaries from western Dellore, but also dwarves, and Arnin, who holds the nobility of the region.
With the power of the two families, even the church could not do it recklessly.
“Did the count really say he would go with you?”
“yes. That’s why I was alone yesterday. When I told them my thoughts, they readily accepted.”
“It’s fortunate in misfortune.”
Kane softened his expression as if he had taken a break.
As Aaron said, if you request a summons directly from Zeroth, Aaron will have to go there as a traitor suspect.
If I went alone, it wouldn’t be strange if a knife came into my throat at any time, but if I went with the Count, at least I didn’t have to worry about that.
If you touch the count incorrectly, it could lead to a problem between countries.
“When do you think the message will come?”
“It won’t take long. The light went out because of us.”
To the Church, the Dark Elves are like an evil that they want to hide.
I had to solve the problem as soon as possible, so I would act as soon as I heard the news.
“Until then, I need to rest. In order to share the story of my own saga.”
seureung-
Aaron pulled the cosmos from his waistband and placed it on Kane’s desk.
[The battle will be fought in everyone’s name.]
[We are strong when we are one.]
“… … her.”
Kane let out a short sigh after reading the words engraved on the blade.
* * *
The story of the saga Aaron and his friends experienced in Death Landing spread throughout western Dellore during the week of the festival.
The storytellers hired by the family recounted their achievements hoarsely, and the nobles who attended the banquet added credibility to the story.
As a result, by the end of the festival, Aaron and his party became heroes who had lifted the curse of Death Landing, and the Dark Elves became a pitiful race that escaped from Azazel’s grasp.
The Priests of Light at the local monastery heard these rumors and expressed concern, but no one took them seriously.
“Lord. What the hell have you done?”
Afternoon on the last day of the festival. Raast trotted to find Aaron.
Aaron, who was walking in the garden sucking on an ice snack, twitched his eyebrows when he saw him.
“What are you talking about?”
“It is the first time in my life that I have received such great attention. Everywhere I go, people recognize me, and when I go to the market, they hand me something to eat. It’s to the point where you can’t go outside?”
Raast made a fuss with a flushed face.
He was in a state of excitement.
While wandering around the castle with peace of mind after a short break, he couldn’t wake up to the countless requests for handshakes flying in from all directions.
To think that a knight who had been hiding without even taking off his helmet until he met Aaron was being treated like this.
It was like a dream.
“Is it that good?”
“Everything is good. When will I ever go through something like this?”
“okay. You should enjoy it while you can.”
Aaron smiled and ate the ice snack.
By now, news should have reached not only the Diocese of Delor, but also the Vatican in Zeros.
The news would come tomorrow at the earliest, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, so I had to rest diligently until then.
“That’s a significant word.”
Raast said while slowly erasing his smile.
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“Are you confident, my lord?”
“what?”
“Most of what we’ve been fighting has been monsters we don’t mind killing. But now… … .”
“I can’t kill you with peace of mind, right?”
“hmm… yes. Simply put, yes. Cultists are not monsters.”
Rhaast tried to find another word that would suit the situation, but gave up and shrugged.
The Church of Light seems to faithfully serve the goddess Sephiroth on the outside, but the more you go inside, the more you are no different from any other aristocratic group.
The way they maintained their power was extremely political, and if mishandled, even the most powerful could be endangered.
“You can use human methods against humans. It won’t be difficult.”
“It is easy to say.”
Rhaast smiled at the rather typical answer.
“Brother Aaron.”
As we were walking and chatting nonsense, someone cautiously called Aaron.
He was the chamberlain who commanded the servants at the banquet hall.
“why?”
Aaron stopped and looked back at him.
For some reason, the chief chamberlain’s expression was not good.
After checking to see if anyone was around, he came closer and spoke softly.
“Your Excellency Baron is looking for you. I think you should go to the Yeongju Hall.”
“… … .”
Raast looked at Aaron with a stiff face.
Aaron shrugged his shoulders as if he was wondering what was going on, then turned to the permanent residence.
“let’s go.”
* * *
Aaron left the banquet hall and headed for the permanent residence.
Upon entering the parlor following the guidance of the chief chamberlain, Kane, Bares, Nesty, Gaos, and a stranger I had never seen before were sitting at the table.
“Nice to meet you. Sir Aaron. My name is Vinkel, the Archbishop of the Church of Light’s Delor Diocese.”
The stranger introduced himself as Winkel and held Aaron’s hand with both hands and shook it.
‘The old man is strong.’
Even though Vinkel was a gray-haired old man, his preoccupation was as good as any other knight.
[81]
When I looked above my head, I saw a number more than I could have imagined.
Considering that Asram, the old lord of the Shadow Forest, was 70, the level is not too small.
Also, the power of an archbishop in charge of a diocese could not be ignored.
Aaron waited for Rast to sit down, then slowly opened his mouth.
“Nice to meet you, Vinkel. How is Varus? I guess I was a bit rough.”
“… … !”
Everyone who had been quietly watching Aaron widened their eyes.
Archbishops are vicars of the Pope who exercise authority over all the faithful of their diocese.
All the priests and paladins of the Kingdom of Dellore, even the Heretic Questioner, followed his orders, but it was not appropriate for the baron’s son to treat people below him.
“Aaron. That means… … .”
“Leave it alone. did you forget Aaron almost died from having his head crushed by the Heretic Questioner. It’s natural to be so angry.”
Kane, who was worse than him, tried to intervene, but Bares, who sat in the high seat, raised his hand to stop him.
“… … Thanks to you, Inquisitor Varus is resting well. Confucius.”
Winkel glanced back at the count who was subtly holding him in check, and smiled kindly.
pududeuk-
However, unlike the smiling face, his grip was full of strength.
This is not a temple protected by the light, but an enemy camp full of enemies.
I couldn’t bear to get angry in front of Count Arnin and the saintess, so I was trying to inflict pain in this way.
‘How are you?’
eye for an eye. In this. power for power.
Aaron did not avoid the oncoming fight.
pud de de de deuk-
There was a dull sound of twisting bones, and Vinkel’s face contorted rapidly.
No matter how long the archbishop had been converted to the goddess, he could not withstand the power of the runes without divine power.
“What did you come here for? Did you come to get the money for Varus’s treatment?”
“… … no. Following the order of the Holy Father, I have come to take Confucius and His Majesty the Saint to Zeros.”
Vinkel answered with a stuttering red face.
Aaron’s gripped hand was white because it did not bleed through.
‘What power… … .’
Even though he grabbed it with all his might with both hands, Aaron did not budge.
It feels like a large steel tong is getting tighter and tighter.
‘Light… … ?’
I couldn’t bear to let go, so I raised the power of light, but the divine power that came from my heart was scattered like dust near my wrist.
This time, Vinkel, who was really embarrassed, looked at Aaron with shaking eyes.
[The magic hater has destroyed the target’s holy power.]
Aaron grinned as he saw the message flickering in front of his eyes.
It seemed like it was time to let go.
“Didn’t your business with the church end with a conversation with the Heretic Questioner?”
He let go of his hand and sat down in an empty seat as if nothing had happened.
Vinkel kneaded his whitened hands for a while and smiled.
“I apologize for Inquisitor Barus. After a proper investigation, we have to interrogate according to the procedure, but we were too hasty.”
“Hmm. It is very fortunate that the archbishop seems to be someone who can communicate with me.”
After hearing Vinkel’s apology, Aaron cleared his throat and changed his tone to honorific.
“To be honest, I was afraid that Archbishop would break my head with a mace like Inquisitor Varus. Please forgive the rudeness.”
“I fully understand. Confucius.”
Vinkel said softly and shook his head.
Of course it was a lie.
It is obvious blasphemy to commit disrespect and publicly humiliate the archbishop, the vicar of the pope.
When he returned to the Kingdom of Zeroth, he was thinking of repaying the humiliation he had just suffered.
“By the way, why did His Holiness the Pope want to see Aaron? Shouldn’t the investigation on this matter be settled on the Delor Parish Line?”
Bares asked at the end of the flag fight disguised as a loud voice.
As if to emphasize that it was a serious story, Vinkel erased his laughter and opened his mouth.
“What happened this time is not just a Delor problem. It is necessary to closely investigate why the change occurred in Death Landing, which had been quiet for a thousand years, and how the living disaster of the Dark Elf appeared.”
“I killed Azazel with the Dark Elf, who the church calls a disaster. Here, the saintess Empress herself purified the soul of the bastard.”
Aaron looked at Nesty and said.
Nesty nodded as if waiting.
“Aaron is right. I personally purified the soul of Azazel, who was trying to escape. The Goddess must have seen it too.”
“You shouldn’t mention the goddess’ name carelessly. Yes.”
“but… … .”
“The Pope thinks everyone in this room, or now the entire western part of Delor, fell victim to Azazel’s cunning tricks.”
Vinkel’s voice rose even higher.
He looked around the crowd with wide eyes, then took a piece of parchment from his pocket and spread it on the table.
It was an autographed statement, stamped with the Pope’s seal.
“Mmm.”
The Count looked through the parchment and salivated.
In the statement, if they did not respond to the investigation, it was written that they would raise an army in the name of the pope and come directly to the Kingdom of Delore.
the Count asked again.
“Does the king know about this?”
“You only know that the Pope invited you. If you refuse, you will also know the contents of this statement.”
“It’s a threat.”
“Please.”
Vinkel smiled again, probably thinking he had taken the initiative.
“I will go.”
While silence continued in the drawing room, Aaron opened his mouth.
Vinkel looked at him and nodded.
“Good idea. Then prepare for departure with the Dark Elves by tomorrow morning… … .”
“no. Dark elves will not go.”
“It doesn’t make sense if you don’t take them with you. Confucius.”
“Then let’s go to war.”
“… … yes?”
Vinkel’s smile faded again.
He looked around the crowd with a dumbfounded face, but none of them stopped Aaron.
“I subdued Azazel with the saintess chosen by the light. If you oppress those who have lifted the curse of a thousand years, even if you can’t praise them, there’s only one thing left.”
Aaron spoke in a quiet tone and looked at Vinkel.
“If the saintess and the pope go to war, which side will the light take?”
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