Chapter 233 – At the End of the Wait (3)

After putting the crispy outside and moist inside tarasque corpse into the inventory. Now, the barrier-free wall changed into a staircase and slowly came out of the pit.

And then he lay down.

“Agogo… I’m dying really…”

Although it was said that it was in a state where the reverse was broken and a little bit of damage was entered, and Clara’s divine power neutralized the blessing of the evil god, it was in a weakened state, but Tarrasque was solid.

No matter how much I am, if I fire intermediate magic in triple digits, I will run out of mana.

In the middle, the amount of magic power can be filled somehow with potions, and the consumed mental power can be minimized with the power of system correction.

The problem is the mana circuit through which that mana travels.

Normally, if the mana control is clear, the circuit won’t be damaged no matter how many times you use magic.

However, the story of the Lindbloom core was a little different.

A special mana breathing method that links the core to the heart and the circuit to the blood vessels and nervous system.

So, if you raise a huge amount of mana for a long time, some minor side effects appear.

Specifically, dizziness, heart palpitations, nausea, indigestion, etc. My overall condition is getting a little worse…

What? How come the symptoms are similar to when you drank too much coffee on Earth?

But. Mana is not a stimulant either.

The moment I looked up blankly at the sky covered in barriers while thinking such foolish thoughts. Suddenly, I found a white woman at the edge of my field of vision.

Saint Clara. She was staring down this way.

“Uh, um. Do you have something to say?”

“Yes. I want it to be a big deal. I know because I died once, but it hurts so much.”

“… Yes?”

“I’m just going to die, really… Did you have a hard time doing it?”

“Oh, no. It’s not…”

“It’s okay, so please lie down for a while. Don’t worry, the party is overcoming it smoothly.”

Saying that, Clara crouched by my bedside. After rummaging through her arms, he took out her handkerchief embroidered with a single blue flower.

Clara wipes my face with careful movements even though she is also sweaty.

Aside from why he is so kind to me, I think I heard a story I couldn’t let go of.

As I was staring blankly at Clara, her transparent green eyes blinked while hesitating.

“Why is that? It’s a little tight, but you can’t see the underwear from that angle…”

“… I didn’t look at it because I thought it would be visible. It was because I cared about what you said earlier about dying.”

“Aha? Yes. You might be wondering. No one would have experienced death unless they were undead. Not to mention, Yandel-nim is a very curious wizard.”

Clara nodded her head in understanding. But to me, it was very embarrassing.

So far, the information I’ve seen at H&A has never been wrong. If there was a difference, it was the butterfly effect caused by my actions.

That’s why everything went as I planned in the dungeon, if not in other places.

But Clara was different.

Originally, the person who would have been confined to the fortress and focused on defense came out and fought alongside him, and unlike Tarasque, he even retained his memories.

Actually, this is nonsense.

No matter how much the scenario dungeon is created with strong will and lingering nucleus, the current Clara is nothing more than a residual thought, not even a soul.

The so-called ghost… To put it a little more clearly, it can be said that it is like oil that splatters while grilling meat.

You can tell that the meat has been grilled here, and it smells like meat.

It must be a feeling that can never be called meat.

Of course, keeping the memory intact is nonsense in itself.

“Isn’t it?”

“Magician Yandel is right. Residual thoughts usually cannot retain the full memory of the past. At most, it is a few intense memories just before death.”

A bitter smile formed on Clara’s lips.

“To compare life to a flame, now I am ashes… No, it must be something like soot on the floor.”

It’s a metaphor that seems much better than meat and splattered grease.

Clara carefully folds my sweaty handkerchief and puts it into her bosom. Her own face was moderately rubbed with her sleeve, and she continued her words.

“But do you know what my last wish was?”

“… Isn’t it salvation? At least I came with that in mind.”

“Oh? Thank you. Did you know everything? To be more precise, I hoped it had meaning.”

I hope that the deaths of the paladins who defended themselves until the end have meaning. I hope that there is meaning to the life that I have fought for as a saint all my life. I hope there is meaning in the choice that gave up rest even while burning the soul.

And even if it becomes the nucleus of the abnormal phenomenon called the dungeon, I hope there will be meaning in the foolish stubbornness of waiting to meet you.

“Because anyone is fine. I just wanted to hear that at least once. Good job. I lived thanks you are not wrong thanks. So rest now. Leave the rest to us… You know what?”

“…”

“For those words to come to me as salvation, of course I have to keep my memory.”

Fragmentary memories remain even in residual thoughts. That is the memory of why the lingering lingering remains as lingering.

If… If Clara’s regret was to wait a little longer, it’s understandable that she keeps her memories.

Waiting without purpose is just standing there in a daze.

“Well, even that was at its limit.”

“Ah.”

With a shrug, I also understood why H&A’s Clara had lost her memory for 300 years.

No matter how high-ranking Clara was as a saint, no matter how vividly her will flared up at the last moment.

In the end, all that remains is burnt soot.

Soot that can be swept away by spraying water and wiped away by rubbing.

Like the story of her old earthly spirit that she forgot why she was chained there, Clara’s residual thoughts must have begun to weather as time went by.

The first thing to get rid of is a day that has been meaninglessly repeated for 300 years.

Conversely, what must be protected no matter what happens is the memories of her past life, including her own final choices.

This dungeon was originally discovered two years later or in the traces of the movement of the sand dunes. During those two years, Clara must have thrown away a lot of her stuff.

Not to mention her waiting time in her dungeon, maybe even some of her self-feelings.

At H&A, except for when she disappeared at the end, she was lifeless, like an exhausted person.

But now Clara is different. Even though she looks exhausted, the feeling that I’m in a state of being moved right now is coming through.

Clara, noticing my hesitant gaze, stood up from her seat, shaking her ass.

A bit of her dust fell on her face.

“Please don’t look at me with those eyes. It all worked out in the end, right? I don’t know how much time has passed outside… In the end, the righteous Gwangmyeong-nim found me where I am, right? And even though it was a little late, you came to rescue me. That too with the saint of the day.”

“Yes?”

“Honestly, I was a bit surprised. It’s not that there aren’t people who became apostles from outsiders, but it’s not easy. Even if you are suddenly given divine power, there are cases where you do not know where to use it, and there are cases where it conflicts with the power you have accumulated.”

“… Yes?”

“Perhaps it came down to the body of Wizard Yandel, who was not ready because he found where I was and hurriedly ran. Ah, would it be better to call you a saint?”

“Geez. Wait a minute. There seems to be some misunderstanding.”

“No way. No misunderstanding While holding such a deep blessing. Most of all, did you see me? It is an attack that embodies the forelimbs of the righteous Gwangmyeong. Of course, it was not the main body, but a similar body made of divine power… But am I a saint? Let’s find out about that.”

Clara sighs and puts her hand on her chest.

But it was completely wrong. Because the nyang nyang punch was caused by Helena, not by me.

“I don’t have divine power, so how can I buy it?”

“Well, I must have written everything when I came here. Since he seems immature, it must have been difficult to bring in the enormous divine power… Above all, since he was originally a wizard, it would have been easier to fight without divine power. So at first I thought you were just a wizard.”

“Not really… This blessing was bestowed upon me by the righteous Kwangmyeong-nim, who liked it because I was good at beating a cultist.”

“I was a saint? You know very well that since the righteous Kwangmyeong used a lot of strength during the war, it would be difficult to create new apostles for a while, right? Even in the midst of that, there’s no way to give this blessing to just anyone. Either my junior or a potential junior candidate. One of the two.”

“Huh.”

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m not going to get mad about making a new apostle over me.”

“…”

In fact, there is nothing to say that it is true that the righteous light tried to make me its apostle.

Still, I have a rough idea why this misunderstanding occurred.

From Clara’s point of view, she clearly witnessed a skill that could be used by an apostle, and the person who led the party including the high-ranking paladin and defeated Tarrasque came to rescue you with a thick protection.

This is misleading.

Suddenly wiping away sweat and acting friendly, and suddenly revealing their inner feelings.

It must have been all directed towards the apostle of the time and the righteous light within it.

I thought about how to refute this for a long time, but the answer that came out in the end was simple.

Isn’t it said that one hundred words is worth a thousand words? It would be much faster to see it for yourself than to say what I say.

As she said, Clara was a saint, so she would immediately recognize a saint like her.

“Please look over there.”

“Why is this saint so shy… Yes yes yes What else this time… Uh?”

Not only did the lion’s ears and tail protrude, but Helena, whose whole body was shining brightly, caught the Chimera’s arms as she tried to escape.

Chimera, resembling a saber tiger twice as large as Helena, is immobilized as if caught in her vise.

Strengthening through divine power is the principle that God uses power instead. That’s why no matter how much you strengthen it, there are no side effects… It must have been used to madly strengthen physical abilities.

Chimera panicked as if she didn’t know that she would be pushed out of her power. Helena grabbed his arm tightly and fired her knee at her stomach.

Awesome

Unusual noise coming from here.

Helena, riding on top of her chimera, who had been overcome by her pain and bewilderment, pressed her knees against her brother’s forearms.

And a lifting mace.

Puck! Fuck! Puck!

Breaking the ruthless earthen pot from the mounting position. Quickly and confidently taking down one named-class Chimera, Helena raised her head.

“Whoa…”

He had a very satisfied smile on his blood-splattered face.

Then, like hyenas hunting for their prey, they look around at the chimera that others are dealing with.

“Ah?”

Dazed, she met eyes with Clara, who was looking at her.

Helena tilted her head to see if there was a strange attraction between the same saints.

Clara’s face, on the other hand, instantly darkened and hardened.

Clara looked at Helena and me alternately with a devastated expression. She suddenly squatted down, burying her face in her lap.

This time, it was a while to think that her underwear would be slightly visible.

“Aaaaa!!”

Clara cried out and began to glow brightly.

The appearance of scattering small chunks of light like fireflies is like trying to achieve fire…

“No, why are you suddenly disappearing!”

“I’m embarrassed! I want to die! I’m satisfied, so let me disappear!”

“You’re already dead?! And dying hurts so much!”

“My heart hurts more! A year called a saint! She doesn’t even know where her god is! Kyaaaaa!!”

Clara now screaming and tearing her hair out. The violent movement slightly disturbed her side slit.

… Her underwear was also white.