Chapter 267 – Plot

000

Hearing the sound of something falling, Remilia hurriedly entered Ishtal’s room.

A little while ago, Ishtal entered her workshop with the words that something interesting would happen.

Remilia didn’t know the details of what she was doing, but she was waiting in front of her room in case something happened.

“Ishtal-sama… Are you okay?”

In the middle of the room, Ishtar leaned back on the sofa.

A tired face, a serious loss of magical power, and eyes that seemed to be frightened.

Remilia questioned her her self-master her, who took a deep breath.

“…Of course, no problem.”

Ishtal took a moment to catch her breath before answering in a cold tone to Remilia, who was looking at her anxiously.

The emotions Ishtal was feeling were fear, anger, and a sense of loss.

Of course, the connection of her with the fragment of her own soul was severed, because, oh, she could not retrieve it and was annihilated as it was.

This loss was so intense that even a little rest would not restore it.

So what she puts in her mouth is a kind of bravado.

Remilia could also know that from Ishtar’s attitude her.

However, being a competent servant means being able to read the true intentions of her master from his words and actions her.

Remilia knew that Ishtal said she was saying, ‘Ask no more’, so she decided not to dig deeper into it.

“Then, I’m glad.”

“Yes. The enforcement date is coming soon, but I can’t get caught right now.”

To be honest, there was a part where Ishtar himself was a little relieved.

If only Cleon had n’t consumed his soul her to find out their base her.

Because even tomorrow, the battle maids, the imprisoned princess, and Cleon himself could have come here.

Of course, I don’t intend to just give up, but from the inside out, there will be huge losses.

“Remilia. Please attend a social party with Alvein tomorrow.”

“All right.”

So, the plan had to go ahead as planned.

Alvein, the biological son of Setos who is cooperating with him, and a human suitable for a new test subject.

Regarding Fortune, the first experimental subject, the ending was not the desired form, but there was no complaint about the efficacy of the improved ‘Black Maker’.

It is a drug that turns humans into demons, which he realized with his own power.

In the case of Fortune, she added her own powers to her and became a ‘succubus’.

With good control, it would be possible to reincarnate humans into demons with powers specialized in destruction, or demons capable of hallucinations.

Above all, what I want Alvein to become is not a demon…

“Were there any suitable candidates among the sons of nobles?”

“Yes. Among the data that Alf and Fortune infiltrated into the club and collected. I will use my hands appropriately so that I can contact him.”

“Perhaps, old man Maraud, who is ignorant, will try to accompany him. He is a faithful servant of Setos. Its nature his is… Well, I will deal with that.”

Ishtal shrugged her shoulders after complaining about Setos’ old stalwart butler, as if complaining.

“Come to think of it, what about her things she got from her?

Ishtal asked Remilia a question as if she had suddenly remembered it.

Remilia was silent for a moment at her words, then somewhere over the wall.

After she turned her gaze towards the place where he had a reason for holding her hand with Ishtal.

She was somewhere, she said with a plaintive look.

“…No problem. You’ll wake up soon.”

Ishtal looked at Remilia like that, and she uttered her voice once in an interesting way.

And, after she had finished talking, she sighed quietly as she laid herself on the sofa.

“I need to rest for a while. Send me a bottle of wine and two slaves.”

“…I understand. Would it be all right if it were from the dark horse clan?”
“Okay.”

Ishtal nodded her head as if it were natural for Remilia’s question.

For her her, the fact that her clan of black horses was the same as that of her her adoptive father her, and at the same time, was only a convenient source of magic power for her.

Remilia looked at Ishtar’s behavior on her and seemed to be thinking about something about her for a moment.

However, she was the one who knew that her strength was an absolute necessity for Astaroth right now, and that her organization itself would not be able to sustain itself without it.

And, she was already aware that she was a human who had stepped into the shadows to the extent that she herself did not deserve to talk about her morality in her.

She didn’t answer her questions any further, and just gave her what she wanted.

001

“Laugh… This is…”

Fortune lifted her up with a slight giddiness and looked around her.

The smell of medicine felt around, and a quiet atmosphere and a clean bed.

In a room with dark brick walls, she woke up alone.

“This place…”

“Oh, you opened your eyes.”

Somewhere, I heard an overbearing voice, and when I turned my eyes to that place, there was a beautiful woman with white hair looking down at me.

What she wears is a white nun’s uniform, but she it does n’t seem to be able to hide all of her true nature of her.

Her Fortune is her ability to detect magical powers, and when she realized that the woman in front of her was not a human but a`divine existence`, she shrank in surprise.

“All, you…”

“Don’t be afraid, human. I am Utu. This is a monastery within the royal capital. A person named ‘Cleon’ who saved you brought you here.”

At her words, she recalled all that had happened and put her hand her to her own face her.

In a vague memory, Cleon extinguished the demonic traces in her body along with her along with Ishtar’s soul her to save herself.

But thanks to that, her skin would have been burned and returned to her old, sickly body her.

Now she is back to her hair color her, but her skin her is smooth and has regained the beauty of her youth.

And, if you’re thinking about what happened a while ago.

She remembered that her warm aura her covered her body her, and from there, her new skin her sprouted and healed her body her.

“… That’s right, then surely I… With his help her…”

With the help of Cleon, Fortune, remembering that she was cured by someone, tries to stand up, but an alien being who introduces herself as Utu blocks her action her.

“Sorry, but getting out of here will be a little later.”

“Why…? More than that, a monastery. This place is…”

At her Fortune’s words her, Utu looked at her as she let out a sigh.

“As far as I know, you were also a member of a group of demons called Astarothe. If you haven’t heard about this monastery… You’re really just a poor kid caught up in their plans.”

At Utu’s words, Fortune was silent for a moment.

As she said, Astarothe, whom she thought had saved her, was in fact a great danger to the kingdom and a group that worshiped the devil.

She had heard from Cleon and Ishtar themselves that she too had been used in their plans.

Thinking of the shock and loss I felt then, the dizziness still lingered.

At her Fortune’s silence, did Utu feel sorry for her a little?

Since she became a new god, she often has compassion and sympathy for her humans because of her attributes her as ‘her mother’ that she possesses.

Utu placed her hand on the confused Fortune’s forehead and lightly cast a soothing spell to help her calm down.

Then, Fortune felt as if the troubles in her head, which had been complicated and messed up, were being released a little.

“…Have you calmed down a bit?”

“…Yes. Thank you, Mr. Utu.”

Looking at Fortune, who honors her by naturally attaching her ‘Sir’ to her her, Utu nodded her head.

And, at least briefly, to explain to her about this monastery of hers.

It is said that this is a place where the victims who were damaged by Astarothe and turned into women are gathered, and the Tromeia family prepared to fight her demons.

“The Tromeia family… Is that the kingdom’s shield duke?”

“Yes. You know better about human society than I do. You are also a victim of Astarote. Astarote may target you again, so until then it’s good to stay here.”

At Utu’s words her, she held her silence for a moment, then nodded her head.

“I also want to help them fight… If they’re really demons and try to use me to threaten the capital and people. I’m also responsible.”

“Your spirit is great. But, for now, it’s first to completely restore your magic power and physical condition. The holy flame burned all the negativity inside you, but many of the seeds of the magic powers you had with it were also burned. The magic of the `earth attribute` and the `fire attribute` magic that you have may not have been very compatible.”

Since the flames of Promise were pure flames, they burned everything within her that was even slightly tainted.

Thanks to that, the inside of her magic organ her was contaminated, but the part that could be said to be her magic power her also disappeared, and it would take some time to regenerate her magic power her.

“…That person – the magic swordsman. What about Cleon?”

“He took you here and returned to his lodgings. He said he would be busy from morning tomorrow … He visits the monastery often, so it won’t be difficult to meet him-“

Utu stopped explaining that and looked into Fortune’s eyes her.

“You wouldn’t say that you had feelings for him, would you?”

“Yes!?”

Fortune seemed a little taken aback by Utu’s words to her, but then she shook her head.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that. Above all, he’s a young man with a difference of 20 years in age. A lady like this wouldn’t come into her eyes. She just wanted to say thank you. And she didn’ t even say sorry..”

Hearing Fortune’s excuse, Utu said, “Hmm… He seemed to be contemplating something, then nodded as if he understood.

“Thank God, then. He is woven with so many women and the threads of fate… Adding your own would be a difficult task.”

“Is that so…”

After talking that far, Utu quietly extinguished the light of the lantern attached to the room.

For Fortune’s body to heal, more than anything else, it needed rest—sleep.

“The field of activity you wish for will come on a day not too far away. …Because we, too, are trying to finish our damn fight with Astarote.”

“…Yes.”

After quietly answering Utu, Fortune lay down on the bed again.

He said that the Asta Rote he knew, full of warm people, was a fake.

Ishtal spoke.

But- there must be people who, like herself, were drawn to their ideals of her.

…Then I had to tell them the truth.

002

“Why are you looking for us again? Sir Setos. The contract with you was concluded a long time ago.”

A man wearing an animal mask and a robe looked at Setos who had come looking for him.

A place far from the royal road.

Those who gathered based on a small temple in the mountains out of reach were those who appeared at an important moment in history and dealt with those who became a threat to the world.

Then, if they were `assassins’, that was another story.

Unlike assassins and the like, they work to eliminate those who cannot right the world simply by giving ‘death’.

Yes, for example, the concept of death does not exist, and it is a huge tree that draws infinite power from the spirit vein and paints the world over.

Like a ‘hero’ who has great power and can run wild with a holy sword after death.

“I want to ask you guys to do one more job.”

Sethos was in contact with them without hiding his identity.

They only work for the peace of the entire continent, not the kingdom.

There was a reason why they didn’t move in the war between the Empire and the Kingdom…

Now that Lesia had finished the war, that was fine.

“This is not work. It is our mission. We helped you then, because it was all for ‘Him’.”

“I know. I’ll say the same thing this time.”

Setos spoke quietly, taking out a portrait from his chest and handing it to the man in front of him.

What was depicted in the portrait was a young man with dark hair and dark eyes, who looked a little cold.

“This young man…”

“Recently, the royal capital – no, an adventurer who is active in various parts of the continent. The magic swordsman Cleon grows up.”

Hearing those words, the masked man was silent for a moment.

“Ah. It’s that boy from that time. It makes you realize how quickly time flies. The boy who couldn’t do anything and just stared at us helplessly… Now he’s a famous adventurer on the continent.”

“…At that time?”

Setos did not quite understand what the masked man was talking about.

But no matter what, he needed to ‘exile’ Cleon.

For the smooth progress of their plans.

And, even for his own son his `Albein`.

“…Fate is ironic. Without him, your son might have met a much more painful end than he does now.”

“…What?”

Hearing the masked man muttering, Setos asked cautiously.

But the man shakes his head and takes the portrait.

“If this is really ‘Adam’s’ will, then we’ll accept it. But… As for what happens after that, let me tell you it’s up to you.”

“Of course. To do that, he has the status of a duke and the power as an assistant to God in the Defense Ministry. So, you guys can safely ‘exile’ him.”

“Exile…”

At Setos’ words, he fell silent for a moment.

“Why?”

“No. You – the nobility of the continent have been working with us for generations to eliminate the world’s threats. However, since the rise of the Empire, Adam passed into your hands. Sometimes I think that Adam’s plan is really human- Is it for the continent?”

The man’s eyes sparkled beyond the mask.

Setos swallowed his saliva as if he was nervous for a moment at that gaze, but soon nodded his head as if of course.

Then, the masked man let go of the intimidation and let out a sigh.

“It just went well. I thought I needed one last job, too. Let’s do this last job and our last contact with you.”

“Of course… Soon, eternal peace will come to the continent. This will really be the last time I will borrow your help.”

Setos’ words sounded like he was sure of something.

‘That peace. No one knows if it will really be peace for everyone.`

The man thought to himself and stood up from his seat.

Then, when he spread his hand his, a passage leading to the ‘second dimension gap’ opened, and he put the portrait he had received into it.

“Soon it was Victory Day. At that time, I will visit the capital. Please prepare it.”

“…Okay. Then, then again…”

Setos spoke cautiously and stood up from his seat.

Then, I quickly walk out of the temple.

“This is my last job, so I’d better follow along and learn.”

And he looks back and talks to the person hiding in the darkness and shadow.

There, too, was a girl wearing a robe and a mask over her face.

“… I see. Master.”

Her voice her, as she answered quietly, seemed emotionless.

It was as if everything had been forgotten somewhere.

The master only sighed at the sight of such a disciple.