Chapter 311 – #310 Is Your Goddess Pretty?

“Okay. So what is the number of rebels?”

Mount Omoren, located in the north of Haran, has been a complex neighborhood since ancient times.

The altitude was high enough to climb through the clouds in the sky, and the trees were so thick that ordinary travelers could easily get lost here.

Currently, the rebels were entrenched in the village there.

Accordingly, Viscount Roneo tried to find a route by seeking out merchants who had come and gone from Haran to the village, but he was unable to enter the village due to various primitive traps, magic traps, and surprise raids.

“The approximate number is around 4,000. Recently, many people are coming in to treat infectious diseases, so it may be more than that.”

“This is all our troops have?”

I looked back and asked. I did a rough count and the number was around 1,500.

“Yes, we can bring in more, but there is no guarantee that the rebels will not target Haran.”

I guess so. There was a good chance that I could sell my past name and use the epidemic as an excuse to attract people.

I nodded my head a couple of times and asked him.

“Okay. So what are your plans?”

“For now…”

Viscount Roneo raised his head and looked into the distance.

There was a village about 500 meters away.

It was a village at the bottom of the mountain that was taken away due to the excessive efforts to gather troops due to this demon disturbance.

“I think we should take that place back first. That way, the troops can relieve their fatigue more easily when they rest.”

“What about the villagers?”

“When I arrived, everyone had already joined the rebels.”

I raised my hand and stopped the army.

Then I quietly looked around the village.

– It’s kind of quiet.

Under the bright sun, just as Perez said, the village was quiet.

Since it’s almost lunchtime, there’s bound to be smoke rising above… The village stood still, like a photograph, as if there wasn’t a single restaurant serving food.

I looked back at Viscount Roneo and nodded.

“Really… Are you leaving command to me?”

“Yes. It may be small, but I don’t have any experience in commanding more than a thousand people. Above all, they are your subordinates. You will get along better with them than I do.”

“But isn’t there something called a command system?”

“Fuck it. Just let the person who can win the war take charge. Honestly, if I had time, I would try to unite with the soldiers, but right now, time is running out. You… And me too.”

I looked at the border with Argentina and towards the imperial palace.

Viscount Roneo smiled quietly on his lips.

“They said I was an eccentric, unbecoming of a nobleman… It turns out the rumors were true.”

“You can do it well, right?”

“Yes.”

“I will move from the side and assist you, so just do what you normally do. Let’s finish this work quickly and return to our respective places.”

Viscount Roneo nodded and began giving instructions to his troops.
Soon, some of the soldiers with outstanding skills were selected and secretly infiltrated the village.

I quietly summoned my scouts.

‘Naiad. Please go there and do some reconnaissance.’

[Huh. Okay.]

Soon a flag signal came from far away.

Viscount Roneo ordered movement.

[Kale. When I asked my kids, they said straw bales were placed everywhere before people left.]

‘Straw bales? The whole village?’

[Huh. And there are people waiting at the foot of that mountain.]

I had a rough idea of ​​what the strategy was.

When the army enters the village, their intention is to burn the entire village.

‘Hmm. In that case, it would be safe to say that all the people in this village have fallen into cultism.’

– Why?

‘There is no way they would burn down the foundation they built in their right mind.’

I quietly followed Viscount Roneo. Actually, I should have told Naiad the information he asked, but I stayed quiet.

Even if I start a fire from over there, I can put it out at any time through Naiad, and I suddenly thought that I wanted to check his skills.

Just like that, a quarter of the troops entered the village, and Viscount Roneo and I were just about to cross the entrance… Viscount Roneo suddenly raised his hand and gave an order to stop.

The troops all stopped and guarded the surroundings. The commanders of each small unit kept an eye on Viscount Roneo.

“Adjutant. Were there this many straw bales in the village when we withdrew?”

“Hmm. In terms of timing, it is right when the straw bales come out. But… I remember that it wasn’t there the last time we withdrew.”

“Half of the troops are on guard, and the other half carry the straw bales outside. The occupation of the village is carried out sequentially after the straw bales are removed.”

“Yes, Captain.”

– Oh. Your keen eye is not average.

‘So.’

In the end, the people waiting at the foot of the mountain quietly retreated due to our behavior.

It was Viscount Roneo who surprisingly easily thwarted their plan.

But that afternoon. A completely different problem was waiting for us.

***

The sound of someone groaning echoes above the village.

It wasn’t a sound made by one or two people.

About 30% of the entire force suddenly collapsed on the floor and complained of pain.

I touched the body of the person who was lying on the floor and moaning.

– How do you feel?

‘This… It’s a curse.’

– Huh? Isn’t it a disease?

‘It’s different from the one that struck Haran, but the method is the same. It’s the same method.’

Even now, it is a fascinating ability.

Cultists… No, what on earth is this Isley guy using?

What kind of method did they use to be able to unleash this physical curse without any sign?

I touched a patient and cast a restoration spell on him, and immediately his breathing calmed down, and his eyes opened.

Just like before… The moment the divine power reached me, the symptoms disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Thank you, Marquis!”

“Nothing much to say. If you can move, could you please call Viscount Roneo right away?”

“Yes, I will!”

The soldier, who regained his strength, jumped up from his seat and went out to look for Roneo somewhere.

Meanwhile, Naiad came and reported to me.

[We found out where the rebels were stationed. But the number wasn’t that big?]

‘How long has it been since then?’

[I think there are slightly less than 500 people.]

‘Hmm? Five hundred people?’

Viscount Roneo counted their number at 4,000.

Of course, it is not easy to clearly analyze the enemy’s numbers… Due to Viscount Roneo’s personality, if something was vague, he would say it was vague, and he would never say exactly 4,000.

I don’t have the personality to outwit my enemies… The difference in numbers was too big.

‘Could it be that they are targeting Haran while we are trapped here and unable to move?’

You never know.

While I was worrying, Roneo with a cloth wrapped around his mouth appeared and politely greeted me.

“Marquis. I heard you called.”

“I wanted to hear if there was a way to respond to the current situation.”

“… I’m sorry. Furthermore, I can’t find the cause of the problem right now.”

I knew it… Viscount Roneo was not a person who would lie with his tongue.

It would be worth at least making an excuse for my questioning attitude… He just clarifies the answer to my question. Katabuta didn’t say anything else.

In that case, it would be accurate to say that the enemy’s force of 4,000 has now been reduced to 500 for some reason.

“What is the current situation?”

“50% of the troops have fallen. If no action is taken, they will die within three days. The problem is… In the meantime, a new disease is appearing.”

“New disease?”

When I went to the hospital room with Viscount Roneo, I saw patients suffering from different symptoms than before.

As soon as I touched the body, it felt like it was a curse.

But the interesting thing is…

– Uh? Is this the one we treated earlier?

Okay. The person who had been treated by me collapsed again and was suffering.

“In this condition… Is it possible to return to Haran?”

“Honestly, it’s a problem. The distance to Haran is half a day… If we are attacked in the meantime, it can be very dangerous.”

With that, Viscount Roneo bowed his head.

“I heard from the soldiers that the Marquis has special powers. Please help my men.”

“We also ask this of you.”

Led by Viscount Roneo, all the troops present bowed their heads.

Hmm. However, even after treatment, the patient collapses again. Even if I had a lot of magical power, I couldn’t cure all of these people.

However, he couldn’t borrow Perez’s power. In any case, demons are a very sensitive issue in the current empire.

“There is nothing we can do. First, send a message to Haran and tell them to send all the people who were in the quarantine zone here.”

“You mean the ones in the quarantine zone?”

“Uh.”

They are my faithful followers. Those who have faith in me are loyal.

Since there was divine power in that heart, no curse would work, and with that, he would be able to sufficiently help others.

It’s a bonus to evangelize on my behalf.

“If you tell me I asked you to come, I’ll come without a word. Hurry up and send me a call.”

“I understand.”

And exactly 6 hours later.

People came from far away through the darkness.

At the head of it stood the old bishop of Eos.

“Kale! We are here!”

An old man shouting loudly.

“What? Why did you come this late? It’s dangerous. Come slowly tomorrow morning.”

“Kale called us, but we can never do that! What can we do!”

I showed the patients to a powerful old man. He led my followers to the patients and demonstrated the use of divine power.

– Even though I know what a human being is, I still don’t know. How did that sloppy old man end up like that?

I know. I’ve seen all kinds of people, but I couldn’t make sense of those who became my followers.

As I was blankly watching their actions, someone came up next to me and poked me.

It was Saint Irene.

“… Are you here too?”

“When I go to sleep, I take it out and go! This time, don’t even think about going somewhere without me!”

“I’m not trying to leave you behind, I’m giving you time.”

“Time?”

“Time to talk to Eos. I heard you won’t be able to meet Eos if you’re with me?”

As if some kind of interference signal was coming from me, she was a saint who had never successfully communicated with the goddess while she was with me.

She was kind enough to make room for him.

It was surprising that the white lightning that fell on her head disappeared as soon as she was able to move out of the way.

“Umm, that’s true.”

“So did you have a good conversation?”

At my question, the little saint shook her head.

“Why?”

“No, I keep telling you not to masturbate. If you do it too much, you’ll become corrupted or something. I don’t know why you’re telling me not to do something so good.”

… I think I know.

The little saint puffed out her cheeks and grunted. She raised her index finger and spoke with a stern face.

“So I threatened that I wouldn’t talk for a while!”

“How long are you going to do this?”

“Until masturbation is looked upon positively?”

“…”

I really want to introduce you to Audrey.

He must be masturbating somewhere by now by summoning a water spirit.

– Hey. Now that I think about it, ask me that question. Hurry up!

I blurted out what suddenly occurred to me after hearing my co-worker’s fuss.

“That’s right. I have one question.”

“What is it?”

“Are you pretty goddess?”

“Yes?”

The little saint blinked her eyes.
When she saw my serious face, she placed her hand on her chin and tilted her head in response.

“You are pretty. Pure white hair, pure white skin… And the halo is no joke.”

“Ah. There’s no need for that. Your body. How’s your body?”

The little saint blinked her eyes again.
She narrowed her eyebrows and looked down at her own body.

“First, you’re taller than I… Your arms and legs are long…”

“Not that, breasts!”

– Butt!

The little saintess who was staring at me had her eyes folded in half. She screamed, covering her breasts and lower body with each hand.

“Rice, pervert!”

“No, not you. The goddess. How are your breasts?”

Then, the saintess’s gaze became harsher.

“I don’t know! Don’t ask me!”

“Hey, where are you going? I have to give you the answer! I wonder if my breasts are big or not…!”

– The breasts are fine, at least the buttocks!

“Pervert! Get out and die!”

My partner and I looked at the kid blankly.

In the end, I didn’t get an answer. All we knew was the facial features, head, and limbs.

The two most important parts were placed in the realm of imagination.

‘Ah, I’m curious. You must have big breasts, right? Because she is a goddess.’

– Your butt must be big. Because she is a goddess.

We came up with the goddess using our own imagination. Because it was possible to share thoughts, a goddess with voluptuous breasts and buttocks was born in our heads.

Grumbling.

White lightning struck our heads again.

For some reason, it seemed like we saw the image of a goddess in a flash of light, so we stared blankly at the sky and let our imaginations run wild.

‘I want to see the goddess’ breasts.’

– I am the asshole of a goddess.

Grumble. Rumbling.