Chapter 437 – 437. Epilogue (5)

– One –

“…Whoa… My…”

A man who appears to be in his middle age, or rather, in his old age, murmurs in a tone full of lamentation.

Wearing black clothes reminiscent of mourning clothes,

Tuck, tuck, tuck.

I move to a corner room.

Powerless and lonely.

Squeak.
Profit.
Embankment, embankment, embankment.

Open the door and step in.

The rug absorbs his footsteps.

Chunk.

The door closes.

Disconnected from the outside.

“…”

As if the room was equipped with the utmost in soundproofing, a vague feeling of dejection lingered in his ears.

Squeak.
Woo woo woo woo.

He grabs his heart

“Avelor… My dear Abelour…”

I opened my mouth in a slightly clearer voice than in the hallway.

He was calling the name someone used in the past, which had been given to Chiba’s first work.

Let the kid ride

Weir, weir, weir, weir.

I walk to the corner of the empty room.

In a corner of an empty, but soundproofed room,

Squeak.
Hold on.

Press one part of the wall with the palm of your hand.

That’s right.

The whole wall goes up.

Woo oh oh

The musty, stale air that is unique to poorly managed confined spaces rises.

Beyond the secret wall, I see a dark staircase.

It stretched endlessly downward.

His eyes are wet with longing.

Shiver.
Tick, drop, drop.

A clear, transparent liquid flows along the wrinkled eyes.

Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk.

He takes a step

In just a few steps,

Gg gg gg gg gg gg gg gg gg gg gg ggggg

The wall that went up comes down again.

Traces of him disappear completely from within the room.

Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk.

He takes a step

Go down the stairs for a while.

Jerk, jerk.

We finally reach the end of the stairs.

It looked like a place not too different from a torture chamber.

Inside the stone-clad secret room, there were wooden horses, whips, molds, ropes, anal plugs of various shapes and dildos large and small.

There were no windows, let alone clocks, so there was no way to tell the time from inside.

“Uhhhhh…”

However, it did not appear to be a real torture chamber.

There were no old bloodstains to be seen in such a place, and it was because there was a large, luxurious bed in one corner of the room.

Rather than a space used to inflict pain on someone, it seemed to be a space for somewhat sadistic pleasure.

Swoop.
Poo-wook.

He sits down on the bed

Squeak.

Lie down carefully.

There is a dramatic contrast between the black clothes he is wearing and the white blanket.

It must have been left unwashed for a long time, but yellow stains remained on the white blanket, as if it had been dried up by animal or human secretions.

He naturally

Woowook.

Stick your nose in the stain there.

Sew.
Haha

Take a deep breath, savoring the smell that permeates the stain.

Scolding.
Simplicity and honesty.

Crumple the quilt by hand.

Just as much as the crumpled blanket, his eyebrows, no, his entire facial muscles are crumpled.

Venting out anger and loss.

With facial expressions, with tremors.

“Your body odor won’t go away, and now there’s nothing left…”

He laments.

Again.
Tick, drop, drop.
Swoop.

Tears flow from his eyes.

Tears are smeared on the blanket.

“I miss you so much… My love, my daughter…”

He was Baron Balvenie Ultis, the owner of the Baron Ultis family, father of Aberlour Ultis.

He used to be a vassal and loyalist of Regal, but not now.

It was because the wife of the lord, that is, his second daughter attended a party hosted by Chiba, and on the way back, she returned as a deformed body.

She was even gang-raped to the point of torture.

It also suffered such a terrible cataclysm within the domain of Regal’s influence.

“I should have torn them all apart…”

It wasn’t that he betrayed his master because he needed an object of resentment.

It was close to neglecting the lord while halfway letting go of his soul at the fact that his second daughter had died.

“Kuheugh… Even after death, as a father, I have no face to see you… My beloved daughter…”

Uhhhhh!

He couldn’t even retaliate.

With just a word of regret, only one corpse with the holes in the body extremely loose was returned to him.

According to the person who recovered her body, her body was just lying in her coffin with her feet uncovered.

The culprit was unknown, and no traces of them were found.

All that was left of him was memories with his second daughter, who had a ‘special’ relationship.

He could find no right to take revenge, no right to punish, no object to anger.

So he

“I will find the things that made you even as painful as a hair and kill them…”

Rumble.
Tok, tok, tok.

He had no choice but to swear revenge by pouring out his anger.

How many tears did he shed?

Swoop.

Get up quietly in bed

Jerk, jerk, jerk.

Take a step

He moves to a corner of the secret room.

Swoop.
Took.
That’s right.

Moved to another closed room that was inside.

Stop at the very center of it.

“Daughter…”

Looking down at the naked, embalmed corpse of a woman.

It had a terrible look.

Both eyes were gouged out.

It must have expanded beyond its limit during life, and its eyelids were sloppy.

There were traces of the nose and the cartilage that made it up.

The genitals and breasts were also severely damaged.

“My lovely daughter…”

There were traces of being cut, burned, and skewered everywhere.

Even the belly skin had holes everywhere.

According to the coroner, semen was also found there.

He was told that on the day the autopsy was performed, Abella Wo must have been gang-raped by making new holes all over his body, including his mouth, nose, eyes, anus and genitals.

Do you remember that day?

Ping.
Stumble.

He feels intense dizziness.

He tried to return it to its original state somehow, no, even a little, but his efforts were in vain.

Because her body was in such a horribly disfigured state.

“Ah Bellow, my baby…”

Swoop.

He carefully stretched out his hand,

Squeak, squeak.

Carefully caressing its scars.

It was as if he believed that if he did so, the scar would disappear.

Perhaps he was thinking that she might be revived.

“If I could hear your beautiful voice just once, I would do anything…”

Tick, drop, drop.

Tears flowing down the embalmed corpse,

Squeeze, sizzle.

He wipes it carefully

Cold.

It is hard.

It seems to be speaking coldly so that the touch of the fingertips gives goosebumps.

That she is dead

She can’t live again

Squeak.
Took.

He carefully turns the body over.

Even the back of the corpse has clear patch marks.

Her anus was wide open, pointing toward the sky.

It’s not hideous.

Squeak.
Sarak.

He takes off his pants

Foot flag.

His genitals stiffly lift their heads.

But as if the signs of the years couldn’t be concealed, his penis was still wrinkled despite its dilation.

Dark spots were also blooming all over his genitals, and even his pubic hair was leaking white.

He is,

Slither.
Swoop.

Bring your penis up to her anus.

It looked like he was trying to make love with the dead body of his second daughter.

At that time,

“Huh…?”

Something is reflected in his cloudy pupils.

“Why why…?”

Purrrr.

His pupils, his entire body, start to tremble like crazy.

“Uh, uh, uh, no…? Phew, no scars…?”

Tup, Tup, Tup.
Burrrr
Sarak, Saralarak.

He hastily gropes its backside.

With trembling hands, he brushes his messy hair here and there.

It was because the small scar, which had been kept as a secret between him and Abella Woman, had disappeared without a trace, growing between the hairs on the nape of his left neck.

No.

Not like that.

No matter how much I look at it, it seems that such wounds did not even exist in the first place.

“My, my, my, no teeth marks from me…?”

He couldn’t believe the reality unfolding before his eyes.

It was a token he had left to prove his affection for Abellour.

The fact that it was gone, he realized only then.

‘There’s no way those thieves who were no better than brute beasts would have used healing spells after intentionally scarring Abel Lauer’s scars. And if there was a priest in their group who could use the healing spell, they would use it as a toy while treating it so that it would not be damaged, and there would be no reason to destroy my child so quickly. Then…’

Was it because I had completely lost my reason due to sadness?

He hadn’t even thought to confirm that the corpse was the real Abelourer’s.

‘We need to determine the identity of the body first and determine its authenticity!’

Doo-kung, doo-kung, doo-kung, doo-kung!

Until now, the old man’s heart had cooled down, but due to a single opportunity, his heart starts beating like crazy.

The slight possibility that the second daughter might be alive ignites a fire in his heart.

At that time,

– It’s late, Mr. Ultis, Baron.

Someone’s sweet voice pierces his ears.

“Mu, what, nu, nu, who who…!”

Rattle rattle.

Not even thinking about raising his pants, Baron Ultis just shook his body.

It was because the place where he was was the secret nest of Abellow and himself, so there was no reason to hear anyone’s voice.

– Regal B. Let’s just say Whisky’s enemy.

“That, that, what do you mean by that! Lord, Lord, Master’s enemy…?”

He asks in disbelief.

Who dares to claim to be an enemy of the Regal within this empire?

That thought is the first thing that crosses his head.

– And sooner or later you will become an enemy of the Regal. If you listen to my stories.

“What, what…?”

His eyes do not catch the galpi.

I start shaking like crazy.

Just imagining becoming an enemy of Regal seemed terrifying.

– 2 –

“D-Finally…”

A thin and tall old man sheds tears of emotion as he looks at Jedo.

It was a bald old man with a look reminiscent of a beggar, as if he had been involved in an accident on the road.

Dump.
Parss.

As if his legs were untied, he collapsed on the floor.

“Uhhhhh…”

Patter.
Rumble.
Drop, drop.

Squeeze the tears and runny nose and start crying sadly.

It was clear that he was ruminating in his head the memories of the hardships he had suffered in the past.

‘I will kill you… I will definitely kill you and chew up your corpse… !’

Against those who made him so miserable, he burns with a vengeance inside.

‘Dare… How dare you treat me like this… ? Will make you regret…’

Quickly.
Kuguguk.

He grits his teeth and grabs the dirt.

There was not a single passer-by around, so he was able to enjoy his wrath all by himself.

‘Ada… Chiba… Regal… And those dog breeds…’

Reminds me of those who made me look like that.

He was Vladnok Baldiard, the representative of a civic group called ‘Awake Citizens’.

I couldn’t find the original massive figure that seemed like the broth would flow down.

He had now turned into a tall old man who looked tough and unfair.

Has all the fat in your body been lost?

Flutter, Flutter, Flutter!
Slam.

“Kuheugh…”

The wind blew to the point where the loose flesh fluttered along with the hem of his clothes.

The wrinkles on his face became even worse, and his impression changed so much that even his relatives did not recognize him.

This super-obese giant was transformed into a severely underweight person before he knew it.

And besides, he seems to be suffering from lung disease,

“Kuluk, kuluk.

Aww.
Patter.

He even coughed up blood from time to time.

But it didn’t look like he was going to die any time soon.

Judging by the miasma hovering around her eyes, it seemed clear that she would somehow survive and fight to complete her revenge.

“Damn it… Kelluk, Kelluk…!”

After escaping from Regal’s supply fortress at the forefront of the North, he crossed the continent on foot.

Of course, all the things that could be money were confiscated by the soldiers of the Regal and could not be recovered, so his return road was only doomed to pain and humiliation.

He had occasional opportunities to run into people with whom he had built up connections through running civic groups, but he was often shut out of the door because his appearance had changed so much.

Still, he did not give up even though he was homeless and begging, and went south to Gearyi Islands.

It was surprising that he succeeded in escaping from that hell alive, but it was a miracle itself to lead the old man to the island with his bare body.

Perhaps it was the fruition of anger and resentment beyond tenacity.

Swoop.
Wooddeuk.

“It’s big… My knees…”

He struggles to get himself up.

Turd, turd, turd, turd.

I staggered toward the north gate of the island.

He vows revenge on those who made him this way, and ponders how to pay them back.

– 3 –

In the most splendid and luxuriously decorated room in the deepest part of the Vatican of the Archipelago,

“Ada…! Devil…! Aaaaa…!”

Unexpected commotion breaks out.

At first glance, it was splendid and loud, but the decorations decorating the inside of the room were thoroughly made up of relics symbolizing the glory of the goddess.

So, it was clear that if we were to set the right atmosphere for the place, it would have to be solemn and quiet.

“His Holiness!

“Catch, Catch!”

Pod, papa pat!

The stalwart priests press down on the pope’s body.

They seem accustomed to this commotion,

Bard Bard Bard!

“Billion, oh billion…!”

“You’ll calm down in no time! Just hold on a little longer!”

He skillfully held down his withered body.

But the pope’s seizures did not seem to stop.

Although his body was small, the power he struggled with was great, to the extent that clergymen with strong builds were pushed out.

It was bizarre.

“It’s coming, it’s coming…! That bitch, they’re coming…!”

Rumble.

He looks up into space as he drools.

Open your eyes.

Hey hey hey
Rattling.

Shake your body while urinating.

He was extremely terrified.

“His Holiness! Fix it, Your Holiness!”

“Quaaaaagh! I, I,”

The Pope stiffens his head, his eyes wide open.

His mouth puckers.

But,

“Kreak…”

Dump.

I fell asleep without saying anything.

He fainted, but someone’s voice kept ringing in his ears.

[… Kill… … Gan band… … You… … My daughter…]

Was a goddess

At some point, her voice began to ring in the Pope’s ears incessantly.

It was unclear whether it was an hallucination or not, but he had to constantly hear her resentful voice.

It was the second time he heard the voice of the goddess after he lost his divine power, but it drove him mad.

He had seizures from time to time, and, of course, he was unable to carry out his duties as pope from then on.

“Haaaaa…

“I still have a lot of work to do, but why is this…”

The high-ranking priests who stood far away let out a sigh.

While the stalwart priests pressed down on the pope, they watched them from a distance, and now they started to show their presence.

Perhaps because of that, the eyes of the sturdy priests looking at the high-ranking priests were not good.

“… I guess…”

One of the high priests opens his mouth cautiously while rolling his eyes.

“It seems that His Holiness is out of his power, the next school,”

“This will never happen!”

“Are you saying such comfortable words in this situation?!”

As soon as he mentions the next generation, the stalwart priests collectively rebel.

He shakes his neck

Avert one’s gaze

“Our bride has not yet called her first bridegroom to her side, so how can you have another as your first bridegroom?!”

“That’s right! The first groom is having such a hard time, and the bride must be worried too, so how can you encourage a new groom to be the first groom in a situation like this?! It’s unfair, and again, unjust!”

“That’s right! Even more so, the selection of the eldest is not done by one of the bridegrooms, but only by the Goddess herself! As someone who has sworn to serve Him and live as a groom for the rest of our lives, how can we talk about such absurd remarks? You mean?!”

“If it was like the old days, it would be enough to break up the engagement!”

“How dare you urge him to keep his bridegroom from being courteous!”

As if completely intimidated, his neck is completely buried between his shoulders.

His face turns pale

“Poem, poetry, mistake. I apologize…”

“Eh…”

“Be careful what you say in the future.”

“Isn’t he always watching over us?”

The hierarchy of high-ranking clergy was much higher, but the strong ones seemed to have greater influence within the church.

Perhaps, because the pope was losing power, it was unknown whether fundamentalists like them had seized real power.

At that time,

“…Then what should I do…”

A cardinal in the corner opens his mouth.

He didn’t belong anywhere, and he kept his distance from both of them.

“How long are you going to keep silent, isn’t the pressure from the aristocracy and the imperial faction strong? Whether you have a clear relationship with either side or completely cut off both sides, now is the time to set a clear line.”

“Um…”

“Ouch…”

A frustrated moan erupts from both sides.

It was clear that they, too, were well aware of the situation in the Holy See.

“It is His job to select the next pope, and I agree with the statement that he must not presume.”

He looks at the stalwart priests and opens his mouth.

They nod their heads in unison.

Swoop.

He turns his gaze to the high priests.

“However, I also agree with the statement that since this world is inhabited by people, and the Holy See cannot escape external conflicts, it needs someone to act as a focal point. Unless His Holiness recovers right away and rises from his seat, the church is in chaos. It is certain that it will never end.”

“Then…”

All eyes are on him from both sides.

Receiving everyone’s gaze, he puts on a stern expression.

“Therefore, I propose the election of the vicar of the first groom, acting pope, on the condition that his term of office be limited until he appoints the next pope.”

A new wind began to blow in the Vatican as well.