Chapter 109 – Eleonora’s Day (5)

Meanwhile, at that time, the saintess’ office.

Smart-

“Yes, come in.”

Like the chapel, the door that had been firmly closed opened at the words of the saintess who was engrossed in her paperwork with her back to the stained glass engraved with the image of a benevolent goddess.

Immediately from there, an old man with gray hair appeared, accompanied by two paladins on either side of her.

In the first place, since there was a background in which the saintess personally ordered her to come, the expression accompanied, brought, and brought rather than accompanied, would be a little more appropriate…

“Ah, I was waiting for you.”

When the gray-haired old man who came to the saintess’s office with her paladins carefully knelt down and prostrated herself in front of her goddess’ agent, the saintess immediately rose from her seat and took a large crystal ball from her desk drawer into her arms. Chae approached her old man.

“It is her true honor to see the lowly old woman meet and greet her Goddess and her His representative.”
“No. I am more honored to meet you, who devoted her whole life for her even before I was born.”

The identity of the old man is none other than a blacksmith who was manufacturing weapons for the goddess crusaders.

All the crusaders’ weapons that Eleonora gave her, including the two beautiful swords that were now being soiled by her urine, were all born in this old man’s hands.

Although he had become an old man with a bent back and gray hair because he had not overcome the years, the muscles in his arms and legs, comparable to those of a fairly young man, clearly showed the traces of the old man’s life.

The saintess stood in front of him for a while and offered a small prayer containing the blessings of her goddess. .

“From what I heard, you remember each and every weapon you forged with your own hands.”
“Even though it won’t be long and I sometimes forget where I put my hammer, I never forgot.”

If a sow has the pride of a sow and a knight has the pride of a knight, a blacksmith must also have the pride of a craftsman who handles fire and iron.

Although the focus is said to be unstable after looking at the flames for a long time, the saintess immediately knelt down on one knee in front of him as if paying homage to the great senior. .

“I need your help.”
“I am ready to give my whole body for anything for him, but all I know how to do is wield fire and a hammer… “
“You know that the brethren of the Order have recently left for him.”

How can I not know

Before she met the saintess, she listened to all the stories from her paladins who had come to take care of her, and didn’t she listen closely to which brother left?

The saintess also knew this, so she held out her crystal ball held in her arms to the old man and said,

“This is a crystal ball used to contain memories.”
“Yes… I know, but why… ?”

Why is this record storage device, which is mainly used for the trial of criminals? The old man vomited as if he didn’t know, but he immediately replied as if he noticed.

“It’s to track down the weapons made by this old man.”
“Yes, it’s not another weapon, it’s an weapon that you refined with your soul. If so, your soul engraved in those weapons will also be able to trace its traces.”

The last memories of the paladins last time are already gone, as their souls have already completely left for the goddess, so it is impossible to peek at the last of them.

Not even the memories of those who have died and disappeared, but the memories of those who are alive and breathing right in front of your eyes, what if it is a soul?

Without hesitation, the old man began pouring his memories of the weapons he had created into the crystal ball, and immediately two streams of gray mist leaked from the vicinity of the old man’s temples and were sucked into the crystal ball.

“I hope that the memory of this old man will be of help to the saintess.”
“How can I doubt you who are devoted to him more than anyone else in this place. I believe.”

When the work was completed for a while, her saintess placed her crystal ball on her desk and held her old man’s hands tightly with her fine chalcedony chalcedony to pay her respects one last time.

“Thank you. It was a huge help.”

The old man shed tears involuntarily at the saintess’s kindness for holding his hand, which was scorched, burnt, and calloused, without hesitation, and the saintess gave a blessing to the great senior as a representative of her goddess. Put it down

When the old man left the office with her paladins, the saintess carefully approached the door of her office, and soon she locked her to prevent anyone from entering.

This was to prepare for any unforeseen contingencies.

“Because if it were Christia, she would definitely have objected… “

Since he was almost swayed by the tremendous energy of corruption he saw at the end of his brothers last time, he must have tried to stop him if he saw himself trying to access that memory again like now.

That is why, during her absence, she secretly received her memory from her old man.

“Now then, from now on, whoa… I have to chase it. Their identities”

The saintess immediately sat down in her chair and closed her eyes while holding the crystal ball on her desk with her two hands.

‘Just as we pursued the souls of the brothers, this time, based on his memories, we will find the traces, the two pieces of souls that match the most with this memory among his memories and souls scattered all over the world.’

To use Christia’s analogy, if the saintess herself is a big root, then her paladins, as well as her devout believers like the old man just before her, are the small roots connected to her.

What the saintess does is to search for the roots of the roots again from there.

She knows that it will never be easy, but as the saintess of the goddess who protects light and justice, who has the duty to protect this land from the beginning of this evil corruption, she followed the old man’s soul as if she had to do it.

With what kind of mind did he beat the iron, with what kind of mind did he forge the sword, with what mind he looked at the finished sword, etc.

Her memory is fragmentary, but she remembers the footsteps of his soul, and when she traced the souls connected to her, the saintess finally found the souls of the old man who were emitting the same wavelength as the swords in this memory.

In the first place, she was a sword, not a person, so she went through hardships from drawing out the shape, but since she had already found a wavelength that matched the memory of the crystal ball once, there was no problem in peeping into the memories that unfolded around the swords. There wasn’t…

‘Strange. It’s disappearing. If it’s a sword that the two brothers have treasured and treasured as if it were their own body, then there should be some traces of the two brothers, but why?’

Even though the soul has left, it is a sword that has been treasured and cherished for the rest of its life, cherished and loved as if it were one’s own body. Such a sword should have traces of their lives, but they were nowhere to be found.

Should I say that it was covered with something?
Or, did he find the wrong wavelength?

While the confused saintess was struggling to compare her memories and wavelengths again, the saintess looked into the soul of the old man she had pursued, feeling the fierce anger she felt from it.

If the old man’s spirit engraved on this sword is also angry, as his brothers did at that time, it means that the two swords he was chasing are right.

‘Besides, it’s getting erased! Like the traces of his brothers, the old man’s soul is being erased!’

Something absurd will taint their souls, overlaying themselves upon them.

‘This time, I won’t make the same mistake as last time. This time, I have to be even more careful as Cristia isn’t there!’

Whoops, whoops

She took a few deep breaths and stabilized herself. The saintess soon began to focus her eyes on her sword, and slowly, like a Polaroid picture she had just taken, the scene with the two swords began to glow.

And,

“What is this… What is it?”

– Hag uh uh uh… ♥

“?!?!?!?!”

Suddenly, it seemed as if her eyes were turning black, and when a woman’s voice resounded along with a squeaking sound as if she was constantly sucking something out of her, the saintess lost her cool and started to panic.

“What, what is it? I thought it was to see the moment the brothers saw at that time… Ah!”

Erased!

Like the departed spirits, these two swords no longer had their memories left. However, since the old man who made this sword is still alive, the video that should have reflected the past is reflecting what is happening now.

I couldn’t see it because it was dark, but I guessed from the fact that I couldn’t hear the man’s voice or the woman’s voice, so I’m sure it was.

But why on earth, why is it that only such gloomy darkness appears?
It was so foreboding that it was as if I was standing before my eyes an abyss that I should not check, that I should never look into.

I had a strong feeling that I shouldn’t check further.
But

Cluck

“Okay… It’s okay. This was for the purpose of retrieving the swords of the brothers, but strictly speaking, it was to figure out the identity of the absurd energy that was trying to corrupt me at that time!”

Even now this voice!
It is a voice that remains in the fragments of memories that the brothers have seen and heard!

“What? I think I’ve heard this voice somewhere… “

Where did you hear Where did you hear it? The time when the saintess was tilting her head

-Hee hee… Putting a sword in an asshole, an asshole, this is a human swordsman… ♥

“What, what is going on… ?!”

What the hell are these things in front of my eyes? As if a living creature were in front of me, this wriggling sound, this obscene sound, and even the chatter that came with it

Besides what?

“Again, an asshole… No way?!”

It won’t be. It can’t be what you’re thinking. It can’t be!
With her face dyed red before she knew it, she shakes her head and denies reality, but

Soon, she began to add to the saintess’ ear as if the woman were about to kill her.

– A sow for the master, sooooo With the hands of my master’s first female pig, xxxxx, I have to create the continent’s strongest and worst swordsmanship… ♥

Have to leave immediately It was so stimulating that it was so nasty. Aren’t you a saint or not a saint?

“I-I didn’t hear the name properly… Just the name, just the name and let’s disconnect. It seems that there is no owner of this terrible energy right now, so just a little more… “

The saintess involuntarily swallowed her saliva and began to scan her woman.