Chapter 860 – Battle of Vajra -14-

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After defeating Albain, Cleon, who had burned his body and reduced it to ashes, was walking down the connecting corridor.

It was not thought that the previous force was the last, but after that there were no automata or members of the Exiled Church blocking Cleon’s path.

Thanks to this, Cleon, who was not the type to start a topic on his own, just continued his steps quietly and silently.

The same was true for Caliburn, who was usually a laid-back and optimistic person, and as if he didn’t need to speak just because he was in human form, he silently chased after Cleon as diligently as he was the height of a child.

The head of the automata she was holding in her hand was also acting as a card key unless she was specifically told to do so.

＂…＂

Galatea, who took turns with Caliburn and returned to the sheath on Cleon’s belt, found it a little difficult to bear the awkward silence.

No, in fact, what was harder to bear than this silence was the voice of Slash hanging next to him.

[Blood, blood, blood, blood…]

The voice of Slash, who had been repeatedly asking for blood as if he was broken, could be heard by Galatea right next to him, so it seemed like he was going into a bit of a neurosis.

As expected, it may have been high risk to create a new sword using a sword that had become red due to blood sticking to it and not being wiped off.

That being said, taking on human form to get away from Slash also hurt my pride a little because it felt like I was running away.

The position of Cleon’s waist was originally the one he occupied first.

The sudden decrease in alone time with Cleon as Cali Burn and Slash were added one by one, was not what Galatea wanted, but she could bear it for Cleon’s sake.

Anyway, let’s talk about something first.

If you don’t do that, your mind may suffer from a blood addiction that is more like a demon sword than this demon sword next to you.

“─Cleon. Alvain from earlier, what do you think?”

With this, this will be my second time confronting a cloned Albain, no, this will be my third time directly confronting a human named Albain.

It had changed in many ways, both its appearance and its fighting style.

It may be because he is not the original Alvain, but it is clear that he has abilities that are difficult to deal with in many ways.

The ability to see Cleon’s sword, remember it, and imitate it.

I couldn’t help but say that it felt quite unpleasant, not just a little…

Then Cleon listens to Galatea, silences her for a moment, and then answers her.

“About Albain… It’s a bit hard to say this, but it was more uneventful than I thought.”

However, Cleon seemed to think a little about her question, and she gave a slightly different answer than Galatea expected.

“Ah. Of course, that doesn’t mean my feelings for him have completely disappeared. I still can’t come to my senses… I just feel a little lost.”

As Cleon responded, she recalled how Albaine was looking at her with a hateful expression.

You could have thought who was who-, but if you think about it calmly and calmly, the opponent is Albaine.

If she had been a person who would come to her senses after seeing her in pain, the catastrophe in Elesia would not have existed.

＂And… It looks more similar to Aruru than I thought, so it’s just a little annoying. After all, relatives are relatives…”

When Cleon says that, Caliburn says, ‘Ah~’ as if she knows.

In reality, Aruru and Albain, although hard to believe due to their personalities, were ‘cousins’.

On the one hand, he is truly an example of a hero.

Now that Resia is gone, if you ask who the best warrior in the kingdom is, several candidates will be mentioned, but among them, there will be countless people who support Aruru.

It’s not just about evaluating skills, it’s also about the public’s perception of someone who is worthy of a hero.

Although she is proud, strong, and beautiful, she tries to protect the weak and does not abandon her duties.

Recalling that because Lesia was originally from the countryside and had a simple and free personality, some people said she had no idea what she was thinking.

At least, in terms of being a warrior as the guardian of the kingdom, she follows in her father’s footsteps, and no one fits the idea of ​​a dragon more than Aruru.

In comparison, Albain was initially evaluated as a new savior who appeared in a local city.

Just by pulling out and swinging the golden sword – Caliburn, which resembles the holy sword ‘Kaladbolg’ used by Resia, it caused quite a stir in terms of popularity.

Perhaps, the background of such an evaluation was largely reflected in the influence of the Marquis Woodnocker, who sponsored Albain and tried to make him a good horse for his own use.

But now, except the humans of Elessia who had been in direct contact with him, the public has probably forgotten that such a hero even existed.

Except that sometimes, when I become a side dish at a bar, I reminisce and say, ‘Come to think of it, there was a guy like that.’

It was clear that the difference had widened beyond heaven and earth, as much as between space and the underground.

“He also had a chance. Because I… Believed that he could become a hero who could save the world like Lesia.”

“Aren’t you overestimating it?”

Galatea, who heard Cleon’s mumbling, asked Cleon in astonishment.

Cleon also nodded his head and answered Galatea as if he knew her well.

＂In any case, this is a story from around the time when Alvain first pulled out the holy sword.＂

It wouldn’t have taken long for that expectation to disappear from there.

After answering that, Cleon kept his mouth shut for a moment, sighed a little, and glanced back over his shoulder with a wry smile.

“What. Should we stop talking about the past here? Automata. Is that swordsman who appeared earlier… Is also aboard this fortress?”

[I deny it. It only boarded one object in the fortress to test its performance right before the fortress landed.]

＂Performance test… We’ve come this far and are being treated like objects, not human beings. That guy.”

Even Cleon couldn’t tell at the moment whether it was limited to Albain and not the original, or whether it included the original.

“Then shall we change the question?”

Cleon organizes his thoughts in his head for a moment, then asks the automata again.

“In the end, what is the body of the ultimate hero that they are trying to create using Alvain?”

I knew that Albain was playing an important role in Adam’s plan.

The reason Astarote cursed him with gender change was because I heard from Remilia that she had different intentions than other humans who simply bully him or try to make him weak.

The fact that she was interfering with Adam’s plan with a powerful curse was the reason she kidnapped Albain and ran away from the royal capital.

Based on Albain, a body is created for Adam to use in the holy sword selection ceremony.

Replicating Albain’s body may be a by-product of the process of producing such a body – or the result of an intermediate process.

Adam, who already has so many subordinates that he thinks is excessive, doesn’t trust all of his limbs, so getting a body that can move on his own is-

From my experience so far, I could understand Adam’s narcissistic side to some extent.

In conclusion, I had no idea what the ‘Ultimate Hero’ was.

When Cleon heard that title, only one person came to mind.

[Searching database.]

In response to Cleon’s question, the automata stopped speaking for a moment and seemed to search for something to find the answer.

Seeing the automata’s reaction, Cleon stopped her steps without realizing it and turned to look at her, waiting for her answer.

After a while, the automata’s eyes opened, and it returned the answer to Cleon.

[Sorry. I did not have access to that information through my authority.]

＂…＂

She was a Beatle, and Cleon almost fell from that disappointment, but if you think about it, she was just an expendable item to the Order of Expulsion.

Perhaps it is natural that they are not given the right to know the plan that can be said to be a core part of the Expulsion Church.

In the first place, she probably decided that if you give her orders, she just carries out them without question, so she decided that this was unnecessary information.

[But.]

To Cleon, who was thinking like that, she was an automaton who spoke as if she had not finished speaking yet.

[Where that information is stored is also stored in this device.]

“Really? “Is it somewhere inside this fortress?”

An automaton nods its head in response to Cleon’s question.

[The information requested by the commanding authority is information that is only available to a specific class within the church – the ‘leader’ class. The information is never uploaded to the server within the church and can only be checked on the leader’s personal terminal.]

＂…＂

When a series of difficult words and unfamiliar words were listed, Cleon could not help but frown.

Seeing Cleon’s reaction, the automata closed its mouth for a moment as if trying to choose words to make it easier for him to understand, and then-

[In other words, an official of the Exiled Church aboard this fortress has an item in which the relevant information is stored. And if it’s that item, I can look inside.]

“Aha. That was the story.”

It may be a familiar word to humans in the original world, but it is a word that is difficult to understand for people in the inherited world, considering that the technology has not yet reached that level of server and upload.

When Cleon understood and nodded, Slash suddenly raised his voice.

[That executive is a living human being, right!? Please say yes!]

[Wow, what a surprise! Don’t suddenly speak normally!]

Even Galatea, who was quietly listening to the story, reacted as if she was startled by Slash’s high-pitched voice.

Then, the automata that heard the voice kindly answered Slash.

[The leader is a human. Although he has stopped aging and has served the Father of all creation for nearly a hundred years, his body is still in the human realm.]

[Good!! If it were human, blood would come out when cut! Let’s go quickly, Cleon! I’ve been running out of blood since I came here!]

Slash urges Cleon and tries to drag him forward as if he were a human with feet.

Although Cleon was embarrassed, he couldn’t help but quicken his steps as he was drawn to the slash.

＂Ah~ Please wait a moment~＂

And Caliban, who has to chase after Cleon on foot, also naturally moves faster.

The automata quietly checks to see if there were any errors in what he said.

But one thing soon – as time passes, he realizes that one of the things he said was probably a lie –

＇Without an order from the person in command, the information this unit can provide is limited.’

Thanks to the secrecy typical of her Exiled Church, it was a secret hidden from her that even if her commanding authority changed to Cleon, she could not change any of her existing orders that he was not aware of.

It was still unknown what effect it would have on Cleon’s battle.