263 – EP.10.5 Face-to-face-1
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– Our merciful God, look down upon us.
There was a person who came across the distant wasteland.
There was a lot of dust on the bottom of the woman’s clothes.
Wasteland. Yes, the fortress wasteland was increasing.
The grass has lost its color, and the plump livestock have become skinny.
The products of nature that could be seen in the green vegetation disappeared one by one, and ugly and grotesque creatures that survive in the barren environment took their place.
All of these changes have occurred since that day.
[The day the light went out]
It refers to the day when God’s servant fell for the trick of evil and abandoned the path of light.
To put it in simple terms, it is the day when a rare witch appeared who broke into the execution ground, cut down the Holy Knights, and protected herself with an evil spell.
After that tragedy, famine began to occur in the world.
The Pope was unusually enraged, saying that the forces of evil were at work.
He also emphasized the unity of believers, saying that if the children of light stick together, they can overcome this ordeal.
The external announcement was like that.
Of course, those who did not have the ‘same’ beliefs as them whispered behind their backs.
“Judgment has begun.”….
– Burn down what is false and revive what is true.
The woman dressed modestly had a light load even though she had walked a long way.
Her possessions included a set of clothes covered in dust, something huge on her back, and her body.
The woman crossed the wasteland while reciting a prayer.
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Her journey was like this.
Recite the prayer and break down the things that stand in your way.
And then we set out on the road again.
She crossed the wasteland barefoot.
The rough dirt, stones, and insects of the wasteland tore at her feet, but there was not a single wound.
Her white feet stepped on the green pasture.
“…….”
As she stared ahead with empty eyes, light began to shine in her eyes.
“Ah… We’ve arrived.”
A dry voice came out of her mouth.
An impregnable castle appeared before her eyes.
It was her last refuge where the Pope fled from her and built her nest.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at the walls. I saw knights wearing white armor.
Tension, hostility and fear.
The emotions she had received countless times in the basement of her church came flooding back to her.
Murderer
Apostate
Heresy
Villainous woman
Witch
Devil
I couldn’t hear it, but the sound of what they were saying was carried by the wind.
She didn’t care.
If she had had the will to be broken by people’s criticism, she would not have walked through the crowd that day to the execution site.
She untied something huge from her back.
She began to undo the tightly wrapped bandages, and her weapon gradually began to reveal itself.
A huge greatsword.
And the slender woman wielding it.
The people on the castle walls did not let go of tension due to the contradictory appearance.
“Look.”
The woman moved to her feet again, placing her weapon on her shoulder.
“There are so many sinners who have been deceived by lies.”
Great violence slowly begins to move towards the castle.
“…?”
A fishy, bloody smell entered the woman’s nose as she moved with her eyes focused on the gate.
The source of her scent was the castle she was heading to.
If the arrow is far away and can’t even reach it, why does it smell like this?
It is not the bloody smell that comes from one or two people dying.
Hundreds of people died. Just now.
The woman tilted her head.
Who condemns them but me?
Her steps, which had been slowly crossing the grassland, became faster.
She raised her head and saw the walls.
The troops on the castle walls began to move busily.
It was not reinforcement to the castle walls.
People began to leave the castle.
– Boom!
Before I could ask any new questions, a huge sound echoed through the sky.
The woman tilted her head again.
Black smoke was rising from the castle.
As if someone were using the castle as a beacon….
The smell of fire and blood began to tremble in the hot springs.
The woman wrinkled her face from the heat and smell.
“I don’t know who it is, but I can’t tolerate you arbitrarily laying your hands on the criminals I’m supposed to condemn.”
Perhaps it was unpleasant, her steps became faster.
“You think so, right?”
She asked someone, and of course she didn’t get an answer.
But she smiled brightly, as if she had heard the answer.
“Saint.”