Chapter 214 – The King’s Ghost

000

Early in the morning, the sandstorm had receded and the sun was rising overhead, casting an intense light.

The temperature wasn’t that high, but there were few things to create shade, so it wasn’t a suitable place to bare skin.

Cleon, who decided to block out the light by imitating the clothes of the locals and wearing a cape, hood, and scarf, wrapped up Quon first.

When he sees that, he involuntarily bursts into laughter saying `Kuh…`.

“Why, why…?”

Because of Quon’s voluptuous figure, the fabric that came down to the front created a curve like a waterfall, and from the outside it looked like a keg.

Of course, Cleon knew that there was a waist or abdomen inside that was smaller than his hips or chest.

‘…Come to think of it, the girl from yesterday was also…’

While Cleon thought of it that way, Quon was trying to somehow examine the part of his waist that was hidden by his chest.

“Now, I’ll wrap the belt around you, don’t worry.”
“Yes…”

Saying that, Cleon went behind her and lightly tied her waist belt, and only then did a little Cuon-like figure come out.

“And… This.”

Then, she carefully puts her dagger on Quon’s right waist.

The blade made of black steel was a throwing dagger that Cleon usually used, but it was a good size for Quon to hold and wield.

Quon looks down at the dagger and tilts her head.

“Ruins – It seems that magic cannot be used inside the tomb. So, at least for self-defense.”

“I-I see… How did you know?”

Quon listened to Cleon and nodded her head, but as if she doubted that he had such information, she asked.

“I heard it from the villagers. That’s how it turned out. Verastol, take good care of Quon. I’ll take care of the enemy if possible.”

If Vera Stoll wields a shield the size of her own, she will surely be able to protect her kuon her.

Cleon thinks so, and she entrusts Vera Stoll with her defense her, and decides to devote herself to her attack her.

Vera Stoll listens to Cleon’s words and still does n’t open her mouth, but she nods.

Then, a knock knocking on the inn.

“Stranger. Are you up? Are you ready to leave?”

The voice that came from beyond the door belonged to Mejed, who had visited Cleon last night.

When Vera Stoll hears her voice her and raises her shield to guard, her Cleon her stretches out her hand her to restrain her and approaches her door.

And when you carefully open the battered door so it doesn’t break, there’s-

Just like yesterday, a woman wearing a white cloth all over her body was standing there holding her cane.

“Hmm. Is it done? The tomb is located not too far from here, but the road to the ‘Galatine’ you guys are looking for is rough. After you’re fully prepared… Why, why is that?”

“No… You, aren’t you shorter than when I saw you last night…?”

As he said, the girl Cleon remembers from yesterday was a bit shorter than Cleon, and was considered quite tall for a woman.

Now, she had shrunk to about the height of Cleon’s chest her.

“Isn’t it because of the mood? A person’s height is reduced. There’s no way that would happen.”

“No, not necessarily… No, yes. That part will be fine. Anyway, please guide me.”

“Uh, yes. Leave it to me.”

Mejed, who was talking with Cleon, was looked at by Quon and Verastol with questioning eyes.

“…Hey, Cleon? He’s-“

“This is the villager I mentioned earlier. My name is Mejed. I asked for guidance so we wouldn’t get lost in the tomb.”

“Oh, I see…”

Quon seemed to understand Cleon’s words to some extent, but he felt Verastol sigh inside the helmet.

‘…Cleon guy. To attract the townsfolk at will… This makes it more difficult to carry out His commands His …`

In order to keep the order he received from Esca, he had to separate Cleon and Quon in their natural form.

“Mejayin ‘Mejed’. We decided to cooperate in order to prevent you from becoming lost in the tomb and becoming vengeful spirits after death.”

“Is that why… ?”

At Medjed’s words, Cleon, who remembered what happened last night, nodded anyway.

“I’m the priest Kuon. This is Mr. Verastol, the crusader of the church.”

Verastol, who was introduced to Quon, was silent for a moment before answering in a quiet voice.

“…Verastor. Mezaira was definitely the ‘guard’ of this town.”

“Chef, Guard… Keu, Hmm. Even with the same word, we use it with the meaning of ‘Guardian’…”

Medjed, who seemed a bit taken aback by her words of her, responded and stamped the ground with her staff.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard from this man, but you can’t use magic inside the tomb. Most of you strangers depend on magic for fighting and living, but the same way inside the tomb as outside doesn’t work.”

“Then it’s impossible to heal with divine magic… I’m glad I brought the potion.”

Quon nodded at Mejed’s words and looked at the potion bag she was carrying on her shoulder her.

Mejed looked at the potion bottle as if it were a bit strange, but suddenly came to his senses his and talked to Cleon and her party her.

“And one more thing. I forgot what I said yesterday, but inside, the ‘king’s soul’ wanders inside the tomb.”

“The king’s soul…?”

From her wrinkled forehead her, which was expected to have a slightly serious expression, it was felt that the existence she referred to as the ‘king’s soul’was a bit of an annoyance.

As Cleon mumbles as if repeating her words her, Mejed replies with a nod of her head.

“Literally, it is the soul of the king. The owner of the tomb, the king who ruled the land in the past. He died after his spirit vein was exhausted, so he could not attain Buddhahood and remained in his grave as a spirit .”

“Then, I guess I’ll have to take this opportunity to die.”

Mehjed shakes her head as Vera Stoll says so, channeling holy energy through her shield.

“As I said before, you cannot use magic inside. The spiritual body cannot be attacked without magic. In other words, the king’s soul is virtually invincible inside the tomb.”

“You’re annoying. Is there any chance he’ll turn against us?”

To Cleon’s question, Medjed nods her head.

“The king’s soul has been wandering in the tomb for a long time… I don’t think he’ll stay sane. If it’s an intruder, even me, my own kind, will attack.”

“Then what should I do…?”

At Quon’s worried voice, Medjed pulls out a talisman (talisman) in the form of a necklace in the shape of her ‘eye’ from within her own robe and displays it.

“This is the mark of Mejai. It is an object that acts as a talisman to ward off demons.”

Since it was an object with a unique eye shape, Cleon carefully used his magic sight to examine the mark, but the result was a bit disappointing.

“…I don’t feel any magic power.”

Literally, I couldn’t feel any remnants of magical power.

The object itself is made of various metals, and inside there is something like a passage through which magical energy passed, but the inside is empty.

“Because it’s literally just an object that plays ‘such a role’. Right now. However, the other person was also a human being in El Cairo. If they knew that they were ghosts, they would see Mejai’s mark and run away. In fact, in another tomb, because the ghosts said so.”

Verastol flinched at her words and stood up.

At her sudden action her, both Cleon and Quon turned their attention to her, but Verastol looked back at them and cleared his throat before talking to Mejed.

“Let’s talk about the precautions as we go. We want to go in before the sun goes down.”

At Verastol’s words, Medjed murmured, shrinking a little.

“Uh, he’s a very hard person… Are all the Crusaders of the Church like that…?”

“What?”

When Vera Stoll, who could not hear Me Jed’s crawling voice of her, became a bit cold and asked, Me Jed was slightly pressed by that momentum, but soon straightened her back and answered.

“Ah, nothing! Then, let’s start.”

001

As the entrance to the tomb was discovered while digging up a huge hill, as previously reported, the entrance leading to the ruins buried under the hill was open like a hole.

Stepping into the hallway with long murals related to the afterlife, which was the country’s religious view at the time, a dreary chill passed through the ground and walls towards the three people.

Even if the sandstorm wasn’t blowing, it was difficult to take off the robes that covered the body in order to withstand the chill.

And—just as Medjed said, the further she went inward, the slower her magical power flowed from her.

Glenn asked, placing her hands on the handles of the two swords hanging from her waist.

[Galatea, Caliburn. Are you still okay?]

[Yes. I think I’m falling asleep little by little…]

[Huaam…]

When Caliburn’s yawn echoed in his head, Cleon couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

[As far as Caliburn is concerned, nothing is different from usual.]

[What… Isn’t that true? I don’t want to fall asleep either, but should I say I’m falling asleep?]

When Caliburn’s seemingly angry voice resounded, Galatea on the other side of the waist let out a snort with a ‘huh’.

[It’s even more shocking to me that there are times when you don’t want to sleep… Anyway, if you go further inside, it might be difficult to have a conversation like this, so be careful, Cleon. It’s a matter of course, but it becomes impossible to borrow abilities through imprinting.]

[Yes, I know. From now on, you have to act purely with martial arts and judgment…]

When Cleon walks like that, the lantern that was kept lit by his magic her soon loses its light.

The voices from the two demonic swords had disappeared into the darkness.

And- the feeling of holding my body disappearing, and at the same time, a sudden feeling of loneliness.

The feeling that something that should have been around suddenly disappeared was indescribable.

“This is the reverse magic field…”

Cleon felt an indescribable discomfort from a sensation beyond his imagination.

“Close, Leon…”

Quon, too, comes close to Cleon and puts his hand on his hand as if it were the same.

Holding each other’s clasped hands tightly and checking each other’s body temperature, it was a bit of relief.

When Medjed also confirms that her magical energy is gone, she lights up her old-fashioned lantern she brought beforehand and looks back at Cleon’s party.

“Are you both okay? I heard that if you feel the body temperature of a human like that, you can fill the void a little bit about being powerless. I’m not sure, but…”

She herself who said that seemed to have no problem, it must be because she didn’t have her own magical power from the start.

“Ah, Mr. Verastol-“

When Quon said that and looked back at Verastol, Verastol quietly shook his head and spoke.

“It’s no problem. Even if the mana disappears, it’s irrelevant as long as you have a trained body.”

“…Are you really okay?”

When Quon handed her hand while saying that, Vera Stoll looked at it and then quietly walked towards the back of the aisle one step at a time.

“It becomes inconvenient to move when you are in a hurry.”

“Is that so…”

“Now, wait! Crusader! Don’t go forward like that!”

Watching Verastol stride away, Mejed panicked and followed him.

Her hand her, her favor her, and her attention her were all deflected by her armor and her shield her, but Quon quietly followed her with her gaze and stopped her. Put his hand her under her.

Looking at Quon with a somewhat forlorn expression on his face her, Cleon spoke quietly, in a voice that Verastol couldn’t hear.

“Quon. Don’t worry too much, she-“

“Yeah. I know. They don’t seem to like us very much.”

At Quon’s words, Cleon couldn’t help but scratch her head.

“…Probably, it’s because of me. Even the priest Kuon who goes with me, the magic swordsman of the Dark Demon clan, is looking at me with a bad eye.”

Quon isn’t bad. Added Cleon, but Quon shook her head.

“Eh, for some reason. I don’t think that’s the only thing… I can only sense it.”

“…A woman’s intuition?”

Quon nodded at Cleon’s words.

“It’s just a guess, and I don’t know the exact reason… It’s a little bit, but I feel like there’s something like ‘hesitation’ in her heart.”

Quon, a cleric who aims to examine and heal not only the human body, but also the mind, so her weight her felt a little different.

“I-For now, let’s focus on her holy sword, her… As for her, right now-“

At that time, at the sudden sound of`Cudangtang Kungtang!`From the front of her, Quon and Cleon lifted their heads at the same time and looked in front of her.

Then there-

I saw something like a black mist in the shape of a huge bird, picking up the armored body of Verastol.

“Kuh…!”

There seemed to be no trauma because the body was protected by armor, but the grip holding on to the body floating in the air ignoring gravity was unusual.

Also, I could see that the mist was gradually entering the gaps in the armor and the gaps in the helmet.

And Mejed, who was staring at her mist while holding a staff, was also with him.

“Is that- a specter!?”

As soon as Cleon sees it, he pulls out his caliburn, jumps in, and swings it, but as if he’s really slicing through his fog, it grazes him away without doing any damage.

“Mejed! Wasn’t the ghost able to do something with that pendant?!”

“Well, that’s true…! For some reason, it doesn’t work-“

[Stupid guys… I don’t know if it’s a low-ranking former king, but I’m the ‘sun king’. He is the greatest in the kingdom’s history, and the last king to decorate its end… Do you think such tricks and tricks will work for Jim!]

Human voices from the fog echoed like thunder and lightning and swept the surroundings.

Everyone except Verastol, who was caught by the roaring voice of anger, stopped for a moment and had no choice but to cover their ears.

Since he couldn’t protect himself with magical powers, he had no choice but to accept external stimuli as they were.

It seemed like it would take some time for him to endure it and move his body again, but Medjed was the first to move.

She swung her golden wand at her mist, but with the same result.

The stick was swung through the fog, and the fog did not disappear.

[Mejai… Why does the guardian of the royal family join the grave robbers… Your era will also be cursed!]

As he howled in such a curse-filled voice, he could see the light converging on the light in his eyes that he could see in the fog.

‘That’s… I can’t-‘

“Avoid!”

Cleon, too, thinks of something as soon as he sees the light in his eyes his, but soon rolls his body at the sound of Mejad’s scream.

Then, at the same time, a rush of red light rushed towards the spot where Cleon had been standing until just now.

Something like lightning erupted from his eyes her, scraping the ground and at the same time passing by as if burning the dark passage leading to the back her.

Cleon’s scarf, which was slightly brushed, was cut off by the lightning.

Considering that Quon is out of the line of fire from the beginning, it is fortunate that Cleon goes to Medjed’s side.

Quon also hid herself behind a pillar in the hallway, probably thinking that it was better for her to take an opportunity than to be noticed and targeted.

And, Mejed, who was close to her enough to communicate with her whispering voice her, looked at Cleon with a puzzled look.

“Stranger, I-“

“I know you’re perplexed, but for now it’s about what to do with this guy. Unless he can use magic, he can’t take down a shapeless foe like this.”

Cleon’s words her seemed to have regained her composure a little, so she first nodded and slightly twisted the tip of the staff she was holding.

Then- from the tip of the staff, blades like four windmill blades protruded.

“That-“

“Sacred wings. If you use these, you can defeat evil spirits, albeit temporarily. It was written in Grandpa’s notebook.”

Cleon nodded at her words, and then immediately understood what her role was her.

“Hey! Bird head! Does your mother look like that too ?! Ah, your mother has already attained Buddhahood, so she must have become ashes instead of fog!”

The moment Cleon swiftly runs over her body and away from Medjed, she catches Mist’s attention with an expletive that escapes his mouth her.

And-

[The rude stranger!!!!]

As expected, the king’s anger directed at him. When something else happens in his eyes his, whether it’s intense sparks or lightning…

At that time.

“Haaaaagh!”

Point the tip of the wand into the mist. Mejed pressing the button on his wand.

Then, the blade of the wand began to rotate violently—and soon created a strong wind.

The gusts of wind generated with the sound of cutting through the air dissipate as if dispelling fog.

[Kooooo!]

If that thing that screamed at the body being shredded was scattered so small that I had no choice but to let go of the hand holding Verastol.

Cleon also accepted her and nodded her head as he looked at her mejed.

“Hey, Verastol! Wake up!”

“Kuh… Don’t scream… Your head hurts…”

Fortunately, she seemed to be unharmed for now.

Medjed, who was looking for the traces of the missing king’s soul, also runs to Cleon with quick steps when the fog is no longer visible.

“Are you both okay?”

“Yeah, I think this guy is fine too… Just that… It would have been dangerous if it hadn’t been for the wand’s function.”

Cleon breathes a sigh of relief and saves Medjed’s staff.

Its function seemed to be different from that of a wizard’s wand, and the unfolded blade was stored inside the wand as it was.

“Yes. But once used, it takes a while to reuse. It needs internal power…”

“Cleon! Verastol!”

While Medjed was talking, the moment Quon came out from behind the pillar and was about to run towards Cleon-

A little while ago, traces of lightning spewing out as if to support the ground – in between them, ‘deeply…’ I heard an ominous sound.

“Quon! Stop!”

Cleon instantly understands the identity of the sound, gets up from his seat her, and runs towards Quon.

It was such a hasty move that she unknowingly let go of the vera stole in her hand.

Then- the place where Quon was standing was intact, just like the wooden blocks he had piled up collapsed and collapsed.

As the ground collapsed, Quon’s body naturally lost its balance and tried to fall.

“Quon!”

And Cleon chasing it. Thinking that he was out of reach and able to catch him, Cleon threw himself first and crossed to Quon’s side.

“Stranger! Are you okay!?”

“Yes! But… I can’t seem to stop falling! I’ll find a way back, so take care of him!”

“I beg you… Kuh…”

Medjed thought about whether he had no choice but to look at it, then threw something.

It was Talisman, which had no effect earlier.

“That pattern is the pattern of the ‘Sun King’! It won’t work on me, but… If it’s for other evil spirits-“

“…Okay, thanks!”

Mejed and Cleon’s voices are drowned out by the sound of collapse.

Then, Cleon hugged Quon’s body and prepared for the shock of the fall.

Medjed, who was looking at her, bit her lips, but at some point, Vera Stoll, who had come to her side as if crawling, put her hand out under the floor that had become a cliff.

I see you fainting soon.

“…If we somehow manage to rejoin the strangers.”

Mejed said so, and took off his white cloth his, which could be called his bon guin his.