Chapter 303 – Secret Fiona (4)

I knocked out Fiona.

And belated reinforcements arrived.

Thud!

“Sir Havel! We have put you and your nobles in a safe place! Command!”
“Righteous Light, protect me with eternal light!”
“These ignorant things! Don’t run away on your own, keep pace with my magic!”

A knight with a thick aura on his sword, a priest with bloodshot eyes as if he were going to a holy war, and a mage who grumbled but was busy calculating the trajectory of his magic.

Of the forces residing in the imperial palace, it can be said that all the people who can gather immediately have been gathered.

In an instant, the large audience room was more than half full, but…

“You guys are late.”

As Havel laughed at, the situation ended a long time ago, and should I call it an epilogue now?

There is still some annoying tidying up left… That’s what you can’t help it.

Taking advantage of the gap where her eyes were focused on Havel, she dabbed Karla’s eye area with her sleeve and wiped it.

And then the moment I was about to release Yonginhwa, which I no longer needed to maintain.

Boogle.

“Uh?”

The sound of bubbles coming from somewhere.

When I hurriedly looked behind her at the sudden ominous aura, I saw that black sludge containing Fiona’s ashes was seething.

Bubbly bubbly.

Havel reflexively swung his sword, and Karla and I, who were nearby, also quickly cast magic.

Squeak.
Quaang!

It was cut in half and caught up in a high-temperature explosion, but neither the stale water nor the bubbling disappeared easily.

That would be the case, because that seething calm was part of the Apostle’s power that fell on Fiona.

It is said to be rapidly dispersing, but in any case, it is like a highly concentrated divine power.

It takes a bit more proper firepower to clear it properly.

So, I raise her magic power to blow a big one… Someone gently put a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, brother. The Lord said that it would be hard to stop, and that it was not very dangerous, so leave it alone, but never listen.”

“… Helena? What about the righteous Kwangmyeong?”

“He’s gone in for a while because he’s exhausted from the last blow.”

“Ah.”

But. Didn’t I say that I had to pour out all the strength I had? Just tired

While she nodded. Hearing Helena’s story, Havel asked as he watched the boiling water boil more and more violently.

“If you can assure me that far, you must know what the phenomenon is. Can you tell me?”

“Of course. It’s like a final scream.”

“Hmm?”

A reaction like I don’t know. In fact, not only Havel, but most of the seats had the same expression.

“It means you can do nothing but scream. If it’s a divine power that will disappear anyway, I’m sure you’ll use it to say a word.”

“… Are you sure you put your consciousness in there?”

Appointment of an apostle means that the spirit of God dwells in the body of a person who has a special talent and meets the conditions.

Perhaps, if that stale water-like divine power had properly settled in Fiona’s body, the spirit of the seething calm would have descended through it.

However, Fiona died along the way, and her divine powers, like stale water, were vaporizing on the floor.

If it’s just a moment, I’ll let go of my consciousness and say a few words, but… That’s all that was the explanation of the righteous light.

Hearing all of her stories, he nodded his head.

“You must have felt quite unfair.”

“Yes. I can see it with my own eyes.”

It’s obvious, but just because you can do it doesn’t mean it’s free. That’s because it’s all interference.

Can you say that it’s better to waste your energy on your own? ?

It’s just that I’m a little concerned about what Solari said about never listening. What are you talking about?

The boiling silence that lost all the power that was all-in to Fiona is what I want to say even at the risk of additional consumption…

“Is that an insult too?”

“No way. Even if it’s an evil god, a god is a god, right? It won’t come out so vulgar, Master.”

“Is that right?”

Take a step back, me and Carla whispering among the party.

In the meantime, the boiling water, which had boiled to the limit, gushed high, and it took on a vague human form.

A strange appearance, as if black crayon was painted over Fiona’s life before she was alive.

The common displeasure of evil spirits and the peculiar languor of the seething silence are scattered around.

It was weak, but it was a bonus that people hesitated at the energy that was not human.

Of course, the exceptions were me, who had a tolerance for coercion and was being tolerated, Havel, the sword master, and Helena, the saintess.

The heavy atmosphere that even the reinforcements who came running with the will of battle hardened.

In the midst of it, Havel aimed her sword as if to stop coming closer, and Helena raised her mace and prepared to strike down.

And I…

He shouted out loud with his ears closed.

“I don’t listen to those weaker than me!”

“… Master?”

Carla is dumbfounded.

Why. First of all, we won and that side lost. Then you are weaker than me.

And if you don’t listen to what they say anyway, you’re just wasting your energy.

It was an invincible logic, but the problem was that it overlooked the fact that logic did not work for God.

The black figure staring at me… The seething silence slowly extended its index finger.

A finger pointing right at me.

At the same time as the eyes of those who flinched were focused on me, a voice resonated directly in my head.

[You. You arrogant lizard mongrel.]

A voice that somehow makes me feel exhausted just by listening to it.

Like a puddle in the shade, cold and muddy emotions spread through the ears and through the body.

As if her voice could be heard even if she covered her ears, a gloomy presence that did not fade even if Havel boosted her spirit and Helena covered her surroundings with her divine power.

That’s why I didn’t tell you to close your ears, did I tell you not to listen?

Even if it’s simply lowering consciousness and talking about it, it’s to this extent.

This must be why Iris is still afraid of the cloudy unity she saw from afar.

I knew very well that evil spirits cause mental pollution around me, but is this the first time I’ve experienced it myself?

But this is fine. Besides, I had been told beforehand that I wouldn’t be able to do anything except talk to the Solari.

Because of the mental resistance bonus from Mansin’s protection, and the all-power-enhancing effect of Yonginhwa.

A little creepy, but that’s it. No matter how much the boiling silence sets the mood, I won’t be intimidated.

… Other people have a different story.

She had been a relatively laid-back Carla until just a moment ago, but from the moment he opened her mouth, her complexion turned pale.

Iona seemed to be at least better, but her Elisha, whose realm was relatively low, and Iris, who recalled her past memories, shivered slightly.

As if blocking it with my body, I took a step forward and shouted again.

“I don’t listen to those weaker than me… !”

Whatever the case may be, it’s a rather frivolous way of speaking in front of God. However, thanks to that, the tension around him seems to have eased a little, so he achieved his goal.

Of course, the seething silence kept my eyes fixed on me from beginning to end as if it didn’t matter.

[I thought they killed all the puppies, but there was one still alive.]

“…”

The other women had calmed down somewhat, so I listened to him with one ear and let it out with the other, as Solari had requested.

[… I can feel the trembling in your silence. Are you afraid?]

“…”

[Right. You should be afraid. I will never forget the grudge of losing my apostle.]

Having said that, the seething silence crossed the side of the finger that had been pointing at me until now.

Starting with Karla, Elisha, Iris, Iona, and Helena are pointed out one by one and continue her words.

[You will all be destroyed.]

What. I wondered what he was talking about. Was it this kind of banal threat?

It’s only now that I’m scared like this…

[First of all, I’ll cut off the limbs, dig out the eyes, and throw them to the turbid demons of unity. If it’s the four years old, it’s sure to be a good material.]

[After that, it will be a breeding ground for ugly prosperity. Of course, if you have sex with the child you gave birth to, a useful vessel will come out.]

[Do not be relieved even if you die like a mortal. Narrow jealousy will gladly put your tattered corpses in the forefront.]

[Lastly you, you cheeky half lizard. You will watch all this while being chained to my throne.]

… It’s a bit harsh to say it’s clichéd.

Unexpected side effects of tolerance. Instincts and emotions that become stronger along with the stronger body begin to rampage.

I tried to ignore it, but even if I covered my ears, I was momentarily moved by the voice I heard.

Now I get it There is only a difference in degree, but the eccentric personality and obsession that appear in records about dragons must surely come from this constitution.

It took a while to suppress the anger that had begun to burn. A clear mockery comes to mind on the face of the guy whose expression is hard to understand because it is painted black.

[However, I am merciful. Shiver at the helplessness of not being able to do anything. Accept the indolence that seeps into your bones. Then I will personally take you in and make you my apostle. That alone will be the atonement for my poor Fiona and your salvation…]

“No, but this bastard.”

I want to hear it, but I can’t hear it.