215 – EP.9 Asking in Your Eyes-2
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“Ugh… Ugh….”
Maria crawled on her floor, writhing in pain.
Lumen lifted his leg and kicked her in the stomach, forcing Maria to roll on the ground a few more times.
Marian I could not feel any pain in my abdomen.
The pain of losing her eyes covered all the pain that followed.
“A saint must die.”
Lumen declared.
“Only when he dies will order be established.”
Lumen declared.
The woman in silver armor slowly approaches Maria.
“Ugh… Ugh….”
Maria, who had adapted to the pain to some extent, stood up using her sword as a walking stick.
Her hand holding the sword shook to a pitiful degree.
Mary held her sword with her left hand, and stopped the blood from flowing from her eyes with her right hand.
“Are you attacking me like that again?”
For the first time, regret appeared on Lumen’s face.
“…….”
“Your will is amazing. It would have been nice if you showed that will to God.”
Lumen’s body shot again, and Maria grabbed her sword with one hand and swung it.
Normally, her body would have stumbled under the weight of her sword, but she remained undisturbed in her stance.
Lumen ducked and dodged the sword that swung sideways, and raised her ax upward from below her.
Maria stumbled backwards, the sharp edge of her ax slightly cutting her shoulder.
“Ugh!”
Maria moaned at the feeling of her skin.
“The saint must die, you can’t stop it.”
Lumen changed her hand and struck down her ax that was raised above her.
Maria held the handle of her ax with difficulty.
Lumen’s armament, which was falling down, stopped.
“You still have strength left?”
Lumen opened her eyes in surprise.
“Yes…Thankfully.”
Maria laughed, blood streaming down her eyes.
“Then, repent more.”
Her hand, which holds her axe, gains strength.
Slowly, slowly, the blade of the ax falls into Maria’s shoulder.
The pain that was digging deeper and deeper into her skin ran down her spine.
Maria thought.
Why is the saint a saint?
Maria steps to her feet and pushes Lumen with her shoulder.
It was a very small gesture, but Lumen’s posture slightly collapsed.
There is no evidence in the world that a saint is a saint.
Lumen’s kick hits her stomach.
Nothing in the world proves that he is a saint.
Maria grabs Lumen’s leg.
She puts down her greatsword, slamming her fist into her knee with her empty hand.
But I remember.
While letting out her little god voice, Lumen swung her axe.
His voice.
She ducks, dodges the ax and throws out her fist again.
His eyes.
He releases her legs and pushes her, picking up her great sword that fell on the floor.
His smile.
Raise the great sword high. Suddenly, I feel pain in my back.
His body temperature.
Before I knew it, the swung ax was gnawing away at my side.
His body type.
Nevertheless, he strikes down his great sword.
With a thud, the sound of her armor being crushed, one of Lumen’s shoulders was bent in a misshapen manner.
“You are a saint.”
Retrieving the great sword, Maria declared.
“There is no evidence whatsoever to guarantee that.”
Position with legs wide apart and sword raised upward.
Mary believed that the saint was standing behind her.
She firmly believed that he was holding her trembling arms tightly and supporting her weak, collapsing legs.
One day, like what we did in the training hall….
“But it remains with me. The saint’s voice, eyes, smile, body temperature, body scent…”
Maria raises her sword high.
“Chief judge.”
Gather the remaining strength and focus it on your arms.
“I believe that the Son is the Son. I have decided to believe that, so I don’t need any proof.”
Stare with one eye at Lumen’s eyes looking up at you.
“So, I question everything that persecutes the saint.”
Question everything that exists.
“Every Doctrine In the world.”
Put down the great sword. Twisted Lumen’s shoulder is torn apart.
“All the Rules In the world.”
Put down the great sword again. Lumen’s shaky shoulder flies off.
“All the Testimony In the world.”
Put down the great sword again. This time her opposite shoulder is torn.
“All People In the world.”
Put down the great sword again. The last remaining arm flies away.
“This world that persecutes the Holy Son is all heresy.”
After Maria finished speaking, Lumen’s knees fell to the ground.
“That… Is your answer.”
Lumen said calmly. She seemed to understand everything, as if she knew it would happen.
“But the saint must die. That is God’s will.”
Spitting out blood, Lumen shook his head.
Maria lowers her sword.
“Then, I will cut down that god as well.”
Maria swings her sword.
Lumen’s head flies off and hits the main gate of Solar Lucia.
“……”
Silence suddenly comes to a noisy place.
From afar at the main gate of Solar Lucia, people with torches could be seen rushing in.
“Don’t miss it!!!”
Leaving behind the crowd of people, Maria fled into the grass.
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Despite Solar Lucia’s commotion, the sentence was carried out normally.
The criminal, Kang In-ho, climbed back onto the execution platform in the square where he first came.
Tightly tied to the rope, he did not offer any resistance and just stood calmly on the execution platform.
The execution was unusually carried out by the leader of the Holy Knights.
It was because the Heretic Inquisitor had died, and there was also a bit of personal grudge from the Holy Knight leader.
Because it was the execution of a saint impersonator and a devil, many people flocked to the square.
Everyone threw stones at the devil, who horribly imitated the image of a saint whom they had never seen up close.
Most of the stone slings did not reach the execution platform, but several hit Kang In-ho’s body and head.
Thankfully, he was already covered in blood before the execution began.
Among the angry crowd, there was a woman tightly covering her body with a robe.
She looked around her with a nervous look on her face, looking for the saint’s helpers who might be hiding.
They hid so well that they were completely unnoticed by Maria, which made her feel relieved.
She thought she had at least hid well.
The leader of the Holy Knights recited the sins of the saint.
Maria looked around.
‘Should we move by now?’
You can hear the booing of the angry crowd.
Maria looked around.
‘Where is it? ‘Why isn’t it moving?’
The leader of the Holy Knights drew his sword.
Maria looked around.
‘Now we really have to move. ‘Where are you!’
The leader of the Holy Knights swung his sword.
The saint’s head was cut off and he flew into the sky.
“Oh…?”
Mary saw the flying saint’s eyes looking straight at her.