144 – Paradise on the Sand (2)
“Brahma is considered a place that even high-ranking priests of Lucerne must visit while they are alive. There is a record that not only the cardinal but also the last great emperor visited 300 years ago. Of course, since this great emperor is a long-lived servant, he has been stopping by since 250 years ago. Although this has been discontinued, there is no change in the number of high-ranking people visiting this place.”
“Right.”
No productive stories have emerged since then.
Assad continued to hint that he had no intention of getting involved in whatever the other party did, and boasted about what a beautiful city Braham was.
“So there are many things to see here besides the mausoleum dedicated to Kylie. It’s true that it’s honestly boring to just do a pilgrimage. Although it’s not open during the day because it’s a desert, there is an amusement park and a zoo with rare animals. Please stop by while staying here. “
“Can I order more food? One pigeon won’t fill my stomach.”
“Of course. Order any number.”
Asad smiled and nodded, Chiron ordered the entire restaurant menu.
“I’m sorry, but I left my wallet at the dorm. Are you okay?”
“hahahaha. Of course it’s fine. If you don’t leave the food the Lord gave you, you won’t be asked to pay for it in a restaurant.”
“good.”
Shiron decided that there was nothing more to hear from Assad and decided to focus on the food that was coming out.
He spoke grandly of it being a revelation, but in the end, what he meant was a national threat of self-harm.
‘They don’t say in detail what they’re trying to do, so don’t let paradise fall…’
Shiron looked at the food that had started to be placed on the table and picked up his fork and knife. Soft and soft… stable taste. Perhaps because of the generous use of spices, the meat exuded a savory flavor that made my tongue tingle.
Siron continued his thoughts while chewing some very tasty dishes. Perhaps because I was assured that it was free, I swallowed it down my throat.
‘Does taking out Latera have anything to do with the survival of this city?’
A never-ending fountain of milk and honey… The flame that rose from Asad’s fingertips clearly contained dense divine power.
Thanks to the warrior Kylie,
Siron knew that it was an inexhaustible fountain of milk and honey. A warrior’s mausoleum from 500 years ago. This place is called a holy place and generates a huge amount of tourism revenue from pilgrims.
‘The sacred power is…’
But I couldn’t figure out what sacred power had to do with saving Latera.
Even in the original work, Braham’s guardians radiated powerful divine power and were able to deal with the demonic beasts that emerged from all over the desert with great ease.
Braham’s guardians were people whose main purpose was to deal with demonic beasts.
But what about external enemies? No matter how thin the knowledge of Braham is, elements that are different from what is known stick out like an awl in the pocket.
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‘I’m worried.’
“hey.”
“…What’s going on?”
“What does this have to do with Kylie and divine power?”
Siron did not talk in circles.
“It is said that the external enemies that were trying to invade Braham were stopped with holy power. Is the holy power also a blessing from Kylie? Not the grace of the Lord?”
“……hmm.”
Assad rubbed his chin and made an action as if he was thinking.
He doesn’t look like a person with a lack of intelligence, but he openly acts as if he is organizing his words and thoughts.
Siron wondered if that action was intended to reassure them by showing a loophole.
“Would you believe me when I say that since Braham is considered a holy place, our Lord is bestowing favor on us?”
“…The Lord is fair to all. There is no difference in the divine power exuded by a priest who trained in Lucerne and a priest who trained in other regions. Your words could be considered heresy.”
“But this is Braham.”
Assad answered with a grin.
“There is a subtle difference between the doctrines of Lucerne and Braham. Braham and Lucerne worship the same God, but the seminary here teaches that ours is more loved by the Lord.”
“…One existence in the mausoleum?”
“Yes. This is the conclusion our theologians reached.”
“It’s uncomfortable.”
“But isn’t there clear evidence? The people of Braham can radiate divine power from even the slightest enemy.”
“I heard that rumor.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to explain. Anyway, in explaining this ridiculous miracle… it’s most reasonable to attribute it to the faithful respect we have given to our former warriors over the past 500 years. We are not just a special people. “So we can’t conclude that this is the case, right? It’s disgusting beyond discomfort.”
“is it.”
“…”
Lucia just listened to the two of them talking, without touching the plate. After hearing the story, I couldn’t even touch the food.
After Kylie’s death, Braham’s people have been taking care of her for generations.
A past with no compensation,
And the desire to be recognized by others. Because of that, Lucia had to feel the tickling pleasure from Assad’s words.
‘…I’m not happy.’
Lucia’s mind was not at peace.
For the only thing that lingered in her mind was that Paradise would wither away.
*
I didn’t have to walk to get from the restaurant to the hotel. Asad was not enough to call a carriage and escort Shiron and Lucia to the front of the hotel.
“Then, I hope you have a God-blessed night.”
Dalkak-
The carriage door closes, and the carriage with Assad disappears into an alley lit by etheric streetlights.
Freight charges ranging from hundreds to thousands of shillings were not paid. Since Asad was a resident of Braham, the cost of riding in a carriage would not be calculated as long as he was riding.
Siron looked away from the streetlight and turned toward the hotel. Lucia followed him a little later.
“It was my first time eating pigeon meat, and it was more edible than I thought.”
“…Yes, it was delicious.”
Lucia answered while looking at the ground and walking. It has not yet been said that paradise will dry up and die.
“I didn’t know if the food was going in my mouth or my nose because of what that bastard said, but other than that, it was delicious.”
“I’m glad.”
Siron answered as he opened the hotel door.
Lucia did not respond to the statement that she was paying attention to what Assad said.
No matter what happens to Braham, Latera will definitely be taken out.
It’s not just the soft reason that I promised…
‘Subtle elements have changed without you knowing.’
Since I did everything I could to survive, I naturally expected that the future would change. However, it is embarrassing to even call it the butterfly effect, and differences from what we know stand out in areas where poetics did not intervene.
The existence of Latera.
The strangely high sacred power possessed by the residents of Braham.
and…
‘Lucia can’t deal with the 1st Apostle.’
Seeing the first apostle through the crack in the audience room door, Lucia was terrified to the point where it was embarrassing to watch from the side. At this rate, it is certain that he will fail before killing the Demon God. As I was continuing my thoughts…
Shiron’s gaze moved to Lucia. Lucia had grabbed the hand on her shoulder before she knew it. She began pursing her lips as if she had something to say.
“…if there’s anything you want to say, feel free to say it.”
Chiron spoke lightly to Lucia, and Lucia opened her scarlet lips.
“…Are you really going to destroy this city?”
“no.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Oh, absolutely not. Even if I were crazy, I wouldn’t destroy the city on purpose.”
“…I didn’t think you were crazy.”
Lucia felt a little at ease at Siron’s denial.
“It’s just that I’m so concerned about what that bastard said.”
“Don’t worry about it. To me, it just looks like he was so scared of you that he lashed out at you.”
“…okay?”
“If there is a person in front of you who is going to destroy the city, isn’t it normal to pull out a sword and chase them out? But when I measured the estimate, I realized it couldn’t work. That’s why I was talking nonsense that didn’t work.”
“…”
“Because you are the second strongest Prien cow in the world.”
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After saying that, Siron opened the door. Seeing that, Lucia… felt sorry for him and grabbed his collar.
“Who’s first?”
It’s not that I’m sad about breaking up, I’m sorry for saying that I’m the second strongest in the world.
“Who is it? He’s the head of Prien, who is still in the Devil’s Realm. Tomorrow, I’m going to look around the castle. I have to get up early, so get a good night’s sleep.”
“…Yeah. Good night.”
Chiron waved her hand in response and closed the door without looking at Lucia. Turn on the light in the dark room and enter the room.
wheein-
“…”
I feel the wind.
I made sure to close the window before leaving the room. Is it an intruder? The alert has gone up, but I don’t feel any hostility. Even so, you can’t just sit still. When I pulled out the holy sword from my chest in preparation for an unexpected attack.
Wow-
Light emanated from the holy sword.
‘…what?’
Siron looked at the holy sword in his hand. A holy sword that had no will to emit light, but began to emit light of its own accord.
“It’s finally coming.”
A familiar voice was heard from inside the room.
A voice that cannot be heard here.
‘Seira.’
Shiron frowned and looked at Seira sitting on the sofa.
“Why are you here?”
“Sorry.”
Seira whispered quietly.
Seira’s silver hair fluttered in the night wind.
“I originally wasn’t going to come, but suddenly I felt like I had to see you.”
“…feeling?”
“I had a dream.”
Seira stared blankly at the holy sword whose brightness gradually increased in Shiron’s hand.
“A friend appeared in my dream. A child whose holy sword shined brightly like you.”
Burnt limbs, scarred body.
The image of a friend who could not bear to protect him for the last time due to a curse. Next to her, another friend, a girl who reminded her of Yura, was staring at Seira.
“A dream?”
Wow-
The moment I expressed my doubts, the light from the holy sword became even stronger and the entire room was dyed white.
‘This is…’
Siron, looking at the changed scenery, felt extremely dizzy.