Chapter 423 – Purification. Expectations.

A dark red slash splits the space.

At the same time, as the bodies poured out, a heavy silence instantly filled the wetland.

“···.”

The uproar up until now seemed like a lie, but since they were on the battlefield and showed hostility, the disciples of the Great Master were no exception.

Since you are aiming for the opponent’s life, if you lose, you die. It’s just a natural thing.

“Whew!”

Roman was confident that the situation was over and let go of the Auror he was holding on to with his skill.

As the heat of battle subsided, I felt a tingling pain rush through me.

A fistful of flesh from his cheek was blown off and the wind blew into his mouth, but the remaining corner of his mouth went up and he let out a hearty laugh.

‘No problem. This is a living reality.’

Isn’t this level of pain ridiculous in the first place?

Moreover, the joy and joy that comes from experiencing growth is so great. I feel like I want to sing and dance like this.

With light steps full of excitement.

Roman moved his feet to a place where the house had miraculously maintained its form through the power of Atra.

There is no door, so if you stick your head in close, you can immediately see the saint.

“Atra-sama. It ended safely.”

My pronunciation is a little leaky due to the scar on my face.

As the news was delivered in a calm voice, the sacred power that had been building the realm began to fade.

Atra slowly opened her closed eyes and moved her light blue eyes.

“You worked hard… Tongue, brother, it hurts!!!”

“It’s okay. This much.”

Atra made a sound that was close to a scream and hurriedly approached Roman, examining the wounds on Roman’s face.

“How is this okay?”

Additionally, her body was full of stab wounds.

The saint, who came to her senses by hitting her cheek hard to remove her embarrassed expression, chewed her lip and hurried to prepare for treatment.

“···Stay still. We will begin treatment immediately.”

“Thank you.”

If you avoided the debt this time by saying you would solve it with potions.

Atra may have unconsciously slapped Roman on the back, telling him not to do that.

Thanking Roman for waiting patiently for her, Atra concentrated her divine power into her hands.

“Brother Roman. Even if you feel itchy or foreign, you must not move. As you know well, it is the sensation of new skin growing on a wound.”

“Yes. I understand.”

Atra slowly stretched out both her brilliantly shining hands, gathering her divine power.

Roman noticed that and lowered his upper body.

Atra gently cupped Roman’s face and closed her eyes, not caring at all as her red blood ran down the backs of her own hands and stained her sleeves.

– I pray to the Goddess who is always watching over me and being with me. I beg you. I hope my touch will be as soothing as the chorus of chirping birds to those struggling in pain. I hope it is a light and a miracle. I hope it’s a whisper from angels.

– Light of vitality. Wind of regeneration.

It is truly a sacred magic that is said to be the best on the continent.

As if rewinding time, the flesh that flew away quickly fills up. Not even a light scar is left.

“!”

What was even more surprising was that a wave of light poured from Atra’s hand and flowed through Roman’s body.

Reminiscent of a baptism ceremony, the divine power poured down on the floor, completely erasing the presence of the sword image located on Roman’s entire body.

“It’s fortunate that we were able to respond immediately. If treatment had been delayed, large scars may have remained…”

The divine power that has served its purpose fades away.

Only when Atra’s palms fell from her cheeks did she smile, losing her glow.

“Thank you. I don’t have a scar, so I won’t have to go back and get scolded.”

“···.”

“Everyone is really aware of this.”

Roman lifted the glass bottle on the table, checked his face, and expressed his gratitude.

It’s amazing how a wound heals in an instant. She also tries pulling the ball with her fingers.

Atra caught Roman’s actions and her own blood-stained sleeves in her eyes and opened her mouth.

I know who the ‘everyone’ mentioned earlier is.

“Brother Roman.”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry… I never expected that this trip to the federal government would have such a huge significance. I was blinded by the word truce, so I didn’t properly understand the weight that my brother had to bear, and I showed force and forced it. I think I did it…”

“As I’ve said repeatedly, I also agreed. I just carried out my duties as an escort faithfully. Still, I will gladly accept your thanks.”

Roman showed a confused face, but then smiled at the familiar situation.

Atra’s words could not completely erase her gloomy expression.

“I wonder how worried the sisters would be if they found out about this… At least I should have told them in advance through the church…”

This time, Atra’s guilt seemed to weigh heavily on those who would be in her capital.

The sight of Atra fidgeting with her hands folded together.

Even though the situation was serious in some ways, Roman felt a strange sense of playfulness.

“Everyone at the mansion will be worried. That’s natural.”

“Well, of course it is! How can I apologize for dragging you in without even saying a word…?”

He said that every time he meets the sisters, they only seem to apologize.

Seeing Atra shaking with anxiety, Roman opened her mouth.

“But my lovers respect my choices and love me for doing my best when asked. If I don’t do my duty as an adventurer, I’ll end up being scolded and asked why I did that.”

“···.”

“So, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s enough if you just tell me later that I worked hard.”

Atra bites her mouth, her face looking thoughtful.

Roman began preparing her to leave the marsh.

“I will take care of the iron bars.”

“I’ll give it to you.”

Atra came to her senses and nodded as Roman, holding onto her bars with one hand, pulled on the heavy object, making her make a noise.

Then let’s wait for Roman Atra, who opens her opposite arm, which is empty.

Atra began to mumble, hiding her face as she fell into Roman’s arms.

“Uh, I’m going to change into my clothes anyway, so it’s okay if they get dirty…”

“The floor is slippery. I’ll drop you off as soon as you get out of the swamp.”

“···.”

Atra, who had become quiet, and Roman, who was holding onto the iron bars, moved to escape the house.

With a crackling sound, a piece of metal bigger than the door came out into the world.

Only then did Atra understand more clearly how many people Roman had dealt with outside.

“Brother.”

“Yes.”

“Can you please drop me off for a moment?”

Roman makes eye contact with a questioning expression.

Atra looked up and looked again at the numerous corpses piled up around him.

“If we do not purify in this state, it may become a place where undead naturally arise. Wouldn’t such a situation be too harsh and harsh for the people of this village…?”

“It certainly is.”

In response to a request for a moment for purification, Roman lowered Atra in a dry place.

“Thank you for listening to my insistence… I will finish this as quickly as possible.”

“It’s okay. I also forgot the things I needed to take care of, so you don’t need to worry.”

The saint took out the rosary and began her prayers, and a soft light began to fill the marsh.

A sacred atmosphere that should not be disturbed.

Roman quietly walked away from Atra and walked towards the water.

I wiped the longsword that I had abandoned while using Aura cleanly with a cloth and put it back in my inventory.

She also gives the great warrior’s sword and the scabbard that was thrown in front of the disciples.

‘Is it too much to read?’

If you look closely at the scabbard, you can see the engraving. Of course, Roman cannot interpret magical terms.

Even if you move mana, there is no reaction.

‘I feel uncomfortable so I should hand it over to Varian.’

There is no need to carry a severed head. If you show Daejeonsa’s weapon, it will be more than clear evidence.

Maybe their successors will come and check the bodies themselves.

Anything is fine.

Dead people have no excuses. The surviving winner has the power to turn things around.

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Cleaning up the swamp did not mean leaving the village immediately with evidence.

In accordance with Atra’s wishes, he informed the villagers that the swamp had become safe and asked for understanding from the families of the victims.

Maybe it was because Roman stood behind Atra and watched.

The conversation with the villagers went smoothly without any hitches.

Surprisingly, many of the victims were vagabonds who had no family.

Even if the body was purified and returned to those who wanted it buried as is, the amount of evidence was sufficient.

“Atra. Thank you for your hard work.”

“What I have done is really nothing compared to your efforts…”

“Isn’t it true that each person is responsible for a different part? It is impossible for me to persuade the villagers as well as Atra.”

Just like that, I put an end to the work in an extremely clean manner.

Roman and Atra grabbed a carriage to head to the gate first to return to the capital of the Federation.

Roman placed the iron cage containing the body in the luggage compartment.

The inside of the cage was covered with cloth and string provided by the villagers, so it was in good condition.

As the wheels of the carriage began to rattle and roll.

“Whew!”
“Huh…”

Each of them sighed at the same time, realizing the end.

When their eyes met in surprise at that action, the two naturally smiled and continued their conversation.

Roman was the first to pick up the topic and speak up.

“Now that I think about it, if we reach an agreement for a truce, then it might be the right time to return to the Empire.”

“Still, I think I’ll have to stay until the end of the agreement.”

“Of course, I will stay with you until Atra’s work is completed. It’s an agreement… It’s an agreement…”

Roman muttered the words and cast his gaze out the window.

Atra was so curious about Roman’s profile smiling happily that he couldn’t calm his racing nerves.

So I asked carefully.

“Are there any parts of the agreement that are problematic?”

“Ah! Not at all. It would be more correct to say that it is expected rather than expected.”

“By expectations, do you mean the truce itself?”

Roman floored me by saying that of course that was important.

Atra remembered someone’s face, a wry face she had never seen before.

“I am hoping that Eclair will accompany me to an event where important topics such as the truce are discussed, as this will be the royal family’s business.”

“···.”

Roman even hums his song, showing his anticipation.

Atra, who was watching her in a daze, clenched her hand, which was placed on her thigh, as if she were making a fist.