139 – Holy Land Braham (2)
A desert where the sun shines brightly.
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Shiron and Lucia were walking surrounded by people wearing black cloth as if they were under siege.
At first glance, it looked like they were escorting a criminal who had committed a subversive act, but I think it was a bit too much treatment for those who had not yet done anything wrong.
However, Siron accepted this situation positively.
‘I’m glad there wasn’t any unnecessary friction.’
Siron recalled what happened just a few minutes ago.
A paladin whose entire body was covered with black cloth, [Braham’s Guard].
When I first encountered them, I couldn’t say the atmosphere was good. It is natural for the guards protecting the sacred site to be wary of unidentified people who suddenly appear.
Siron, who remembered such common sense, understood their situation and wanted to freely engage in activities within Braham, so he wanted to smoothly overcome the friction with them.
‘That’s why I added the word ‘pilgrim’, which is the most acceptable reason to enter the holy place…’
After hearing those words, wouldn’t their representative step forward and offer to escort them to the Holy Land?
Although it was unnecessary goodwill since Lucia was also there, Siron did not reject their offer.
This is because it was decided that their escort was not just for protecting pilgrims from outside.
Lucia also had the same thoughts as Siron.
‘Are these really escorts?’
Since the direction in which we were going was a pure white castle wall visible in the distance, it didn’t feel like we were being taken to a random place, but even at first glance, suspicious-looking people were surrounding us at intervals of ten to twenty paces, so it was inevitable that Lucia would be wary of them.
‘It’s suspicious…’
Lucia, who had raised her guard to the highest level, looked at the people wearing black cloth with pale eyes.
The belt of [Braham’s Guard] surrounding the surrounding area. There were valuable weapons all fully enchanted.
Changcheon, the best knight order in the empire, had weapons with enchantments from the most senior to the lowest level, but the aura of ‘wealth’ that emanated from them did not come only from the weapons.
Perhaps because they operate in the sun-drenched desert, [Braham’s Guard] covers their entire bodies with black cloth, but their hands and feet inevitably remain exposed outside.
If you look at the shoes and gauntlets, excluding the armor that clatters and gives off its presence inside the black cloth, they are probably enchanted just as much as the weapons.
As evidence, unlike Siron and Lucia who left footprints on the sand, they left no traces of their comings and goings in the sand.
‘Is it a lightening magic or a weak floating magic?’
Lucia, who instantly grasped the strength of the enemies, followed closely by Siron’s side.
And she was alert enough to be ready for battle at any time. This time, he made a firm promise that he would not commit the same indecent behavior as in the throne room.
Strange places are generally dangerous.
Even an empire known for its good security on the continent needs to be careful about setting foot in a deserted place, but the desolate desert makes it all too easy to kill unrelated visitors and rob them of valuables.
The desert, which was on the verge of death, was the place where Siron openly asked for help. There will inevitably be a crisis situation that is difficult to handle.
just as expected.
‘…Look at this.’
The distance between the circle and the siege surrounding Siron and Lucia began to widen. The size of their concentric circle, which was twenty steps just a moment ago, has doubled in size.
Siron took the initiative and bowed down to enter, but they stayed still, but as their guard gradually increased, I kept wanting to reach into the sheath on my belt.
like that,
It was the moment when Lucia’s hand was about to reach the sheath of the sword.
Tap – Siron’s hand patted Lucia’s back.
“You don’t have to be nervous.”
“…”
“Because they’re just doing their job.”
“Your job is to keep an eye on us so you can kill us at any time?”
“no.”
Lucia spoke in a whisper, but Siron deliberately spoke loudly so that they could hear.
Did he understand the ‘imperial language’ of poetry? One of the people surrounding him turned around and looked at Shiron. As if responding to him, Siron waved his hand with a friendly-looking face.
“It’s an element that can be overlooked if you know their intentions.”
“…What do you intend?”
“I don’t know the details either, but seeing as they didn’t attack me first, I guess they are deliberately provoking me to figure out whether or not they are really dangerous people before entering the area?”
In ‘Reincarnated Sword God’, Braham’s guards were the type that did not react unless they attacked first.
Siron responded with a smile to the gaze of the ‘blue-gray eyes’ revealed through the black cloth.
[lion’s eyes]
Traits that rarely appear in people born and raised in Braham make it possible to objectively judge the strength of others with just a single look.
Perhaps that is why their gaze continues to rest on Lucia. Perhaps because Siron’s ‘imperial language’ and gentle expression were taken as intended, the guard looked forward again as if he had lost interest.
*
Braham, located in David, a country where most of the country is desert, is not even the capital, but it is no less spectacular.
Lucia stared at the scene with pale eyes.
“and…”
I wondered how the materials for the white castle walls that seemed to stretch endlessly along the horizon were obtained.
As soon as we passed the checkpoint, the crowded crowds were noticeable, making us question how we could exist in the desert, where it was obvious that there would be no food.
“Don’t just stand still. Come in.”
A deep and strong voice.
It wasn’t Shiron’s.
“Excuse me. It was such an amazing sight.”
Siron, who led Lucia’s hand, answered the man who introduced himself as Raihan. He was an envoy attached to the David-Rien Foreign Service.
“I knew at first glance what a great place ‘Holy Land’ was, but I didn’t know it was such a lively metropolis.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I don’t have much knowledge except for Lucerne and Rien. Seeing the variety of exotic countries like this makes my heart flutter as if I were a child.”
“…It’s a pleasure.”
Raihan cleared his throat in embarrassment at the blatant praise of his hometown.
“I guess there are more pilgrims visiting the ‘Holy Land’ than I ever imagined?”
“Well… That’s right. More than 60,000 pilgrims visit Braham every year. The pilgrimage is quite expensive. Most visitors do not hesitate to spend money.”
“Would you like to donate a lot?”
Siron continued to ask questions to raise the favorability rating of Raihan, who would be indebted to him in many ways. Fortunately, Raihan seemed to like him as well and began to open his mouth in a much lighter manner.
“That’s right. Braham is a sacred place where the mausoleum of the great hero Kylie is located. For that reason, even the Longevity Sect, who has memories from 500 years ago, sometimes donates the wealth he has accumulated throughout his life, and since such a person of fact exists, church members who believe in the ‘right God’ “They also donate generously and willingly.”
“okay…”
Lucia, who was listening to Raihan’s story, muttered absentmindedly. Then she looked at the golden spire located in the center of the city.
‘My… mausoleum.’
Lucia’s face was filled with sentimentality.
Just before I die,
The place where he fell was clearly the middle of a wide grassland. So, until I heard Raihan and Shiron’s conversation, I didn’t even know it was the place where she died.
But as she saw, 500 years seemed to have been enough time to turn the vast grassland into a barren desert.
But there were still people who remembered Kylie’s name. I don’t know if her body is in that grave or not because I haven’t been there, but hearing that there are still people who remember and honor her actions made Lucia feel somewhat proud… but also moved.
I was led by Shiron, but I think I followed along well. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have even known this place existed.
At that moment when she was feeling dreamy, Lucia felt strength coming into the hand that was holding hers. Siron spoke to Raihan, thinking about how Lucia must have looked at that spire.
“By any chance, are there any conditions to enter the mausoleum? You can’t enter unless you believe in the ‘right god,’ or you have to pay an entrance fee.”
“of course.”
Raihan played with his bushy beard and looked at Shiron.
“Not only do you not believe in a wicked god, you must be a believer in the right god. And of course, there is an entrance fee.”
“…How much is it?”
Lucia asked, opening her eyes. I was in the middle of a deep appreciation, but when a worldly topic like admission fees came up, all the emotion I had been trying to build was gone.
“Surely they won’t rip off visitors, right? It’s a tomb managed by those who believe in the ‘right god’, so they won’t do anything unscrupulous, right?”
‘If you use my reputation and body as a simple means of making money…’
Lucia pursed her lips and played with Sirius’ handle. I hoped that an answer that did not forget righteousness and duty would come out of Raihan’s mouth… I waited until his mouth opened.
“Of course. There is an entrance fee, but it is a way to keep the homeless out. It doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor when it comes to honoring heroes. It will probably be 100 shillings… in Lien’s currency.”
“For 100 shillings…”
Lucia counted on her fingers and thought about the value of 100 shillings.
It seemed expensive to consider it as a simple admission fee, but Lucia had lived as an aristocrat for too long.
‘It’s the price of one candy, right?’
“Hmm… that’s fine.”
Lucia smiled and nodded. 100 shillings was a reasonable price for two bowls of stew with plenty of meat… but it was also the price of the lemon candy that Siriel had enjoyed eating since she was a child.