Chapter 182 – Amaranth Monastery (6)

“Aaaaagh!”

Kamadi Olsen. The eldest son of the Kamadi family, his father was a drunkard with Saint Alexander. He was suspected of raping a woman living in her rural village while she was drunk, but thanks to Alexander, they were able to settle it. The controversy about assaulting an innocent person became a joke that caught a robber. The farmer who was beaten to death became a brutal robber and hung on the gallows even after death.

He was covering his face now. It was because the unrealistic black shape was flying with sharp blades. A scream erupted as black light pierced his ankles. The other way, his tattered ankles leaned against his body, and Andre’s heavy fists slapped him down.

The man who ran after false fame became like a rat on a cart wheel, painting a floor mural with his intestines.

“Quaaaaagh!”

Jean Paul. His family, from an aristocratic family, paid many bribes to Alexander. He, who became a paladin, also had a lot of connections with bribes, extorting donations from farmers, and defining farmers who tried to report themselves as heretics were burned at the stake.

His violent and greedy actions were always dispelled by Alexander’s advocacy that he was ‘the talent needed to defeat the demon lord’, but the black light passed through his neck as if ridiculing the saint’s authority.

With a hole as big as a whistle, Jean-Paul fell to the floor and died.

“Keep it off… !”

Chris Elven. He was the son of an aristocratic and prestigious family for 150 years. His father believed that only in line with Alexander could the family survive longer, and Chris Elven was able to pass the paladin exam with a pull-up, following his father’s desire.

He was infinitely violent towards those lower than himself, and he was a person who provoked controversy when he beat a servant to death and uttered abusive language at a local priest who was older than himself, saying, “What do you know?” He heard the warning that he would be in an unstable position if he failed to make a contribution in this case, so he rushed to Andre before anyone else.

And in return, he faced the approaching black light, impaled by a steel frame protruding from the market wall. Before he could do anything about it, the wall collapsed and a dirt mound was formed.

“Aaaaagh!”

Edward Mine.

He has excellent divine power and admirable swordsmanship skills, but his revealing personality made rumors of him scandalous. The case of the execution of an aide-de-camp who ran for revenge by sleeping with the deputy’s wife on the charge of ‘inferiority’ made public sentiment ugly.

There were many followers who witnessed him inviting young female devotees to his room, saying, “I will read a book to you.”

To alleviate the suspicion surrounding him, Edward Mine wanted to become a hero like Wolf, and Andre held and swung his body with his arms cut off like a club. His will, which turned into pieces of meat after swinging it a few times, was a scream.

“No! Hate it! I hate to die! Aaaaagh!”

Jeff Taylor.

He was the oldest among the paladins who participated in this subjugation operation. He enjoyed insulting paladins from non-noble or poor families. The thing he was most proud of was extorting a fine from a country boy who came to him wanting to become a paladin and kicking him out.

And while he was running away, a black light penetrated his back and he couldn’t move his lower body. The innumerable black lights ironically gnawed at his entire body. Thanks to that, he was able to die screaming more than anyone else.

And.

Dick Evans.

And.

Abraham Ziggs.

And.

Tom Daniel.

The priests and paladins who hid among the cover made complex expressions in the midst of the death of their comrades. In the midst of a black rain, the name and authority of a magnificent family were of no avail. There was no room for resistance against the sudden bombardment.

Most of the arresting team died in a single moment of bombardment, and the rest lay on the ground with injuries that would have ended their knightly lives.

“Ahhh… !”

And it was Andre who was also hurt. Andre’s body was full of holes like beehives, and black blood was pouring out. He was so preoccupied with picking himself up that he didn’t even think of attacking his taffy.

Taffy made sure her target was mostly dead in the black mist and flew toward the horizon. Rumia rose from cover, frowning. Drops of blood were dripping from her arms, and many of the men in her rear support were also wounded.

And Andre was growling, her eyes flashing.

“This bastard…! Do you think I will die… !”

*******

At that time, Millia pointed to the map of the Amaranth Monastery and said:

“My guess is that Ahthila’s body is here in the Amaranth Monastery.”

I had no choice but to ask her again.

“Why do you think so? This could just be an outpost or something.”

“Kelly’s energy is weak here. If I died or made him a servant, I wouldn’t feel anything because the servant connection was cut off, but I didn’t kill him and I didn’t make him a servant. Doesn’t that mean you’re keeping her alive and imprisoning her?”

I couldn’t understand Milia’s words. Could that be the basis for the existence of Ahthila? Milia added her explanation.

“Achtila was cut in half. You mean she’s still recovering her magic? In that case, one of the most efficient ways is to capture other demons and use them as batteries. In particular, if the branch leader-level demon continues to deliver demonic energy, it must be a very good battery. There is no reason why demons “Just” Let other demons live. Eat it or use it as a battery. It’s always one or the other.”

At the same time, by letting Milia know that Kelly was alive, he was able to take her hostage. Even though Milia looked like this, she cared about her self, her servants, and friends, and Ahthila, who had lived in the demon realm for a long time, would have known about her character.

“Then it is most likely in the basement of the building? If you stay upstairs, the demonic energy will be exposed and cause suspicion.”

Then, Millia nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Yes. In particular, there is a high possibility that it was connected with Kelly through some tool.”

*****

Equipment.

In reality, Kelly was attached to a patterned chain. A chain ran through a small groove in the wall into the room on the other side.

The door itself seemed to be quite thick, judging from the faint feeling of demonic energy through the cracks in the door.

I sat down on the floor wiping the blood off the axe. The bodies of soldiers were strewn across the floor. How even experts in exterminating demons die when hit by an axe. The limbs were scattered and unreal, like broken mannequins.

In the sea of ​​blood, Kelly was looking at me with an awkward expression. I asked her while looking into her eyes.

“Aren’t you saying thank you?”

“Keugh… ! You, I never asked you to save me!”

“Then shall we just go?”

“…”

Kelly shut her mouth. I found the key on her corpse and opened the door. The chain was tight, glowing red and periodically draining her magic from Kelly. Kelly held out her chains to me, she said.

“Papa, release it quickly! Incubus!”

I rubbed the outside of the chain with the blade of an axe and thought. If I solve this here, won’t he wake up? The magic power supply was suddenly cut off, so wouldn’t it be natural to get up and try to protect yourself?

******

“Achtila’s piloting technique has a big drawback.”

Milia had said so. I asked Milia while sitting in her chair.

“What?”

“That my body becomes defenseless.”

“So why are you hiding in the basement? To fight safely?”

Then Millia nodded her head.

******

“Done. Let’s just start killing Ahthila from her and that her asshole.”

Judging from the information Millia had given her, she was right. But Kelly said with a worried look on her face as I put her ax down.

“What, what! Incubus! Ho, are you upset because I just didn’t say thank you?”

She shouted, holding out the chain to me.

“Don’t play such crazy pranks! I-I’m close with Millia-sama! I’ll tell you well! Unchain quickly!”

I put my hand on her cheek. The tear stains had spread and there was some moisture left. I asked, running my fingers through it.

“What. Did you cry?”

Kelly shouted, turning her head around, her face flushed red.

“Everyone, shut up! No luck! Hey, I was just yawning because my time here was so boring!”

“Cute.”

Kelly shouted at those words, making her face even more red.

“This, this, Incubus! You bastard! If only this chain breaks!”

I ignored her words and opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, the filthy scent of demons and demons entered my nose. I looked around the room, frowning at the stench that took my breath away.

“Chur uh uh… !”

There was a huge demon there. He was three times my size, had a goat’s head, had a chest big enough to be used as a couch, and the lower body was furry like a beast.

“What the fuck is this?”

He was curled up on the floor with his eyes closed, as if he hadn’t noticed my presence. His hips were pointing towards me, and I was holding an axe. I looked at the longsword on the floor and the ax I was holding.

I said as I picked up my longsword.

“From now on, your name will no longer be Ahthila. Okay?”

Kelly twisted her body around as if curious about what was going on inside her, trying to check her insides. I grabbed my longsword and spoke while taking a stabbing stance.

“From now on, your name is Drek-Sy.”

If you’re angry and have a butt, you’re an imp.