191 – Brand (1)
Cardinal Deviale Jeviel.
Even though he is well over 40, his body is as stocky as that of a young man, his blond hair is neatly slicked back, and his neat, wrinkle-free clothes make it easy to guess what kind of person he is even without talking to him.
They may be high-ranking nobles, or perhaps wealthy people living in good circumstances. But what is important is not what appears on the outside. I don’t want to repeat the nagging message I’ve heard so many times that what’s on the inside is more important than what’s on the outside. It meant that Siron was very attracted to Devialet.
[It smells good.]
‘okay?’
[Yes, I can smell the flowers, and not only that, but I also feel the refreshing feeling of walking through a forest in the middle of summer. I think I’ve lived a really good life. If you continue to live like this, you will be able to go to heaven.]
Latera said this as well, so Siron followed Devialet’s guide to the ‘place where the hero should go’ without any doubt.
…Of course, Devialet is the only outsider that Chiron knows of as a hero, and he’s been working with them for a while, so I’m a little hesitant to bring up the word doubt.
Now that the reputation is rising rapidly, there is nothing wrong with being cautious. For example, even now, following Devialet through the front gate of the hospital, he is not nervous. Where the warrior should step out. Didn’t Devialet say that?
In Shiron’s opinion, the only place for a hero to step forward was to subdue the ‘apostle’ related to the devil.
Although great feats such as bringing peace to conflict areas or eliminating all unfortunate people from the world came to mind. In ‘Reincarnated Sword God’, what the player with the holy sword has to do is kill all the apostles and kill the demon god as well.
Moreover, Glenn, who is currently in the demon world, is also old. The foresight he possessed would have gradually faded, and there would have been some Apostles who escaped without being able to defeat him.
From the time he boarded the hospital elevator until he got off, Siron did not let go of the holy sword he was holding in his arms. however,
“…What is this?”
Putting the holy sword tightly clutched in his arms to shame, the scenery on the top floor after taking the elevator was so quiet that it was difficult to think of it as the apostle’s sphere of influence. An apostle is more like a disaster that cannot be helped by human power. Apart from the fact that there were rows of beds with patients lying down along the corridor, and everyone’s condition looked very serious, it looked like a hotel for sick people with a lot of money.
“Could it be that the treatment of a wealthy patient was something I should have done?”
“It is true that the person I want to meet now has a lot of money, but it is by no means an unfortunate incident that would displease the hero.”
A door made entirely of ebony wood opens to the left and right. Devialet led Siron to a VIP hospital room.
“…hmm?”
As soon as I opened the door, what I encountered was an unexpected person. Ugly scars covering the face. Siron blinked for a moment and remembered who the person in front of him was.
‘…Dexter Dras.’
However, before Siron opened his mouth, Dexter laughed faster.
“Isn’t this a poem? It’s been a while.”
“Have you been at peace so far, Dexter?”
“What about you? You can call me uncle in a friendly way. By the way, I haven’t seen you before so you’ve grown up a lot.”
“Are you spherical with each other?”
Devialet stared at the two who greeted each other warmly. Dexter shared a light hug with Siron.
“Yes. I’ve seen it occasionally whenever there’s a relationship.”
“I should have looked for you separately. I’m sorry.”
“No. Just make a name for yourself and be happy to see it again before you die. For someone like me, that’s enough.”
Dexter sighed and sighed. The appearance that could not be found before made Shiron put a question mark on his face.
“Cardinal. I can’t believe what I’m going to do…”
“Sir Dexter, could you move out of the way to get inside?”
“I understand.”
It seems unlikely that the hero’s job was to heal Dexter’s scars.
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“Brother Chiron. Inside.”
Of course, the scar on Dexter’s face was a curse that could not be cured by the s*xual method.
The curse differs depending on the situation, but the method in ‘Reincarnation Swordsman’ is usually to kill the person who cursed it. So, no matter how much he possesses the holy sword, even if he has Laterra’s protection, the way to heal his scars is far off.
[Then… does that person have to continue living like that?]
‘…just find the one who put the curse and kill him. But that guy must be a problem in the Demonic Realm.’
Fortunately, however, Chiron knew who cursed Dexter. Seven Apostles Corax. Killing him will clear things up.
Corax is the manager of the temple in the deepest part of the Demon World. As he had the number 7, he was the last to become an apostle, but unlike other guys who had no idea what he was thinking, he had a personality that was somewhat understandable.
Unlike Camilla, who did not come out of Night Rail’s coffin for fear of death, this guy’s scope of activity is limited to the Demonic Realm, but the reason Dexter suffered a wound that could not be healed was because he ended up stepping into Corax’s territory. So, as long as you don’t set foot in the Demon World, you can be absolutely safe from Corax’s curse.
“Here we go.”
However, when Shiron saw the man on the bed, he had no choice but to change his mind.
The bandage that was wrapped tightly around the entire body was not just a simple bandage, but an object made by tearing ‘tools’ into small pieces to hide the body of a high-ranking priest. However, Siron’s eyebrows furrowed as he could not cover the magic that even such valuables could provide.
“…Who are you?”
“He’s my son.”
It was Dexter who answered, not Devialet.
“Not long ago, I heard that my son was hospitalized, so I quit my expedition to suppress him, and when I came back, he was in this condition.”
“When I arrived, the erosion caused by demonic energy had progressed considerably. No matter how many times I used sacred methods and poured holy water, there was no relief.”
It was already low, but the cardinal’s voice became even lower.
“so…”
“I understand, Cardinal. You don’t have to say more.”
Chiron prevented Devialet from saying any more. Since there was Dexter here who might not understand Siron’s situation, Devialet also looked at Dexter according to Siron’s will.
“Lord Dexter, could you please come outside?”
“…”
“please.”
“I understand.”
Dexter answered in a voice mixed with tears. After waiting all night, I waited for the cardinal. Since the one he brought was a young man whom he had seen several times before, his steps did not fall easily.
Siron also understood his feelings and did not feel offended. It makes no sense to anyone to leave a patient who has not improved even with the cardinal’s holy law in the care of a pale-faced young bastard.
Only after Dexter left the hospital room was Siron able to relax his body.
“This is what I need to do.”
“That’s right. I know it’s hard for me to even say it, but it’s a wound that can’t be healed even with the Cardinal’s Holy Law. Unless you’re a Holy Emperor who can’t move in his home country, I thought I had no choice but to borrow the power of the warrior.”
As Siron spoke in vain, Devialet lowered his head as if he was sorry.
“Sir Dexter is a benefactor who owed his life during the demonic expedition. So I couldn’t ignore his request.”
“I didn’t mean to criticize the cardinal. I just thought it was fortunate.”
It is fortunate that the apostle did not appear. After all, isn’t the fact that an apostle appears in the middle of the empire itself is a sign of doom? Shiron was relieved and stretched out his hand toward the patient.
Wow-
Enormous divine power burst out. The divinity that filled the hospital room drove away the demonic energy emanating from the patient.
‘I, I am living in the same age as the hero…!’
Devialet rather opened her eyes to the light that seemed to blind her. He even pledges to become a living witness by engraving this historical scene in his eyes.
One minute passed like that. My eyes sting.
10 minutes passed. Hot tears flow from both eyes.
Thirty minutes passed. Even so, Devialet never closed his eyes. It seemed that the eyes widened had reached the realm of fanaticism, but the eyes of others were of no importance to Devialet.
Since her eyes didn’t hurt thanks to the bursting divine power, Devialet was only satisfied with her exclusive desire to witness the miracle.
However, in contrast to the cardinal, who felt gracious, Shirone’s face was distorted.
[Why isn’t there any relief?]
Latera also felt something was wrong. The output of sacred power was gradually increasing compared to 30 minutes ago or 10 seconds ago, but the magical energy rising from the wound where the hands were touching showed no sign of disappearing.
Siron also found him strange and withdrew the light he was emitting.
“…Hero?”
“Cardinal, may I take off the bandage?”
“Yes, yes. Of course.”
“This isn’t just a penny or two, it’s a waste to stop eating it, but there’s something unusual about it.”
“I understand. I’m sure Lord Dexter understands.”
After hearing Devialet’s words, Siron took out a dagger from his pocket and began cutting off the bandage. It was soggy- there was flesh and fluid stuck inside. Siron carefully cut off the bandages one by one.
When the patient’s naked body was finally revealed, Siron sighed in despair.
“Cardinal.”
“Yes, hero.”
“This looks like a big rash.”
“yes…?”
Devialet looked surprised and asked Siron back.
A wound that couldn’t be healed even with that much divine power was something Devialet couldn’t even imagine.
Siron pointed to the danjeon below the patient’s navel. The affected area, which was rotten and bruised, had sprouted new skin thanks to the infusion of divine power, but demonic energy was still seeping out.
“This is a curse.”
“In that case, hurry up and do it…”
“But it won’t help. I know what this curse is, but… it’s so… ordinary methods don’t work.”
“then?”
“The solution is to kill the bastard who put the curse. And fortunately, I know who that bastard is.”
After saying this to Devialet, Siron opened the door to call Dexter outside the hospital room.
However, Dexter was not the only one waiting for Siron.
thud-
Wow-
A scream was heard beyond the door. Siron tilted his head and looked carefully beyond the door.
There, a girl was lying on the floor clutching the back of her head.
“…What are you doing?”
Siron vaguely asked Lucia, who was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
“Well, what can I do? I heard he was receiving treatment, so I waited outside…”
Siron somehow got the feeling that something similar had happened in the past.