Chapter 464 – Mediator -2-

‘What on earth?!’

The mediator stopped breathing while observing his subordinate who was pierced by an unidentified light.

Even if the chest was pierced, the wound would not be serious enough for a warlock to die, but breathing stopped immediately.

That’s certainly surprising, but what’s even more shocking is that the organs and bloodstream still exist inside the corpse.

It is literally empty.

The soul has been corrupted by black magic and the vessel containing it has been broken.

It is a fear of the unknown that cannot be understood even by a mediator who has lived for a long time and acquired various knowledge.

“As a condition of the deal, not only your body but also your soul. I will save you a good life.”

“···.”

It was thrown by Roman, who was holding a sword. The mediator saw the contract rolling around in front of his eyes.

The highest quality product with a bird of prey and scales drawn on the outside.

Compared to contracts made through black magic, this is not something to be reassured about even if there is a right to it.

“During the negotiations, I clearly presented good conditions that would eliminate the other party. But if I had gotten greedy there, I would have been prepared, right?”

“Are you… An angel sent by the goddess?”

The alien power that shatters the intangible space in which the soul swims is a completely different ability from destroying the mind.

Even if there are tens of thousands of conditions, the power to break a vessel created by the goddess is not a talent that a created mortal would dare possess.

“If I wanted to hear the answer, I should have gotten it the first time. There is no such opportunity anymore.”

“···.”

“If you are the leader of the group and your true nature is a wizard, then calmly calculate your profits and losses even now.”

The mediator does not care if he or she dies while fighting here.

Since the day I solidified the idea of ​​Mendes Pentagram, there has not been a moment when I was afraid of physical death.

But this is a different case.

Even if you win, what if your soul is damaged, or you are defeated, and your soul splits like glass and evaporates?

‘···What happens?’

If you look at a grimoire written by a famous warlock in the past.

There is a saying that if the color of the soul changes due to black magic reaching a certain level or repeated evil deeds, it will not be recovered by the goddess after death, but will head to Pandemonium.

Even if the religious groups purify with sacred magic based on divine power, they only wash away the impurity of the body and quickly use up the accumulated sacrifices, and do nothing about the discolored soul.

I’m sure I’m confident about that, but where does the soul that has been shattered by that light go?

My anxiety won’t subside.

“Can I start by telling you why I set that condition?”

“Try fluttering once.”

The mediator bent down and grabbed the contract on the ground.

Roman sighed as he looked at the information he had written in advance.

“At first… I didn’t think that no matter how strong you were, you would be able to defeat him.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a genius warlock.”

It seemed like it was a compatibility issue, and it also literally seemed like the tone was that the opponent was too strong.

“If you fight a warlock with a sword without the support of holy relics or holy magic, you will have to cut back on some moves. I know that much.”

A strange power that regenerates everything stored in the sacrificial box until it is consumed.

I have no choice but to acknowledge the pickiness of those who believe that and rush in with the attitude of Donggwi Jin.

I still remember how annoying it was to deal with warlocks and demons before I got Rakshasa and White Flame.

“If this is not the reason, let’s take a closer look at what is the reason.”

“···.”

“I originally didn’t plan on digging that far, but now I’m going to have to spit out all the information about Nema Natas’ head.”

As Roman spoke, he pointed at the mediator’s hand with the tip of his sword.

Quickly sign a contract where A and B stand out.

“As you said, no matter how amazingly you swing your sword and inflict fatal wounds, the sacrifice consumed by the warlock must be minimal. But–“

“Stop.”

“···.”

“Finish the contract before talking back. Don’t drag it out clumsily.”

As Roman pressed with a beast-like force, the mediator’s brown eyes turned back to the content.

“The content is clear, and the writing is truly excellent, isn’t it?”

“Yes… The content is brief, and the writing is excellent…”

You can’t tell just by looking at the typeface of that sentence, but the strangely bragging voice makes you wonder if someone close to you wrote this contract on his behalf.

The skill of putting a leash on a leash with a short sentence was unusual.

“It’s probably not a bad condition considering it’s coercive. From now on, all you have to do is live in a corner and worship the devil instead of interfering with the powerful or the country like you are now.”

“Whoa…”

Fishit-

When the mediator used his mana to cut the tip of his finger, red blood dripped down.

When preparations are complete, lift your head and look at Roman.

“Let me ask you one question before signing the contract. I want you to answer truthfully.”

“Depending on the content, I may ignore it… But, if I answer, I won’t lie.”

“If you wrote and prepared this in advance, did you necessarily plan for the current result?”

“I would have said it earlier, but if I had accepted the first condition, this wouldn’t have happened.”

There is no tremor in the other person’s voice, and their gaze is extremely confident.

The years the mediator has lived are not just decoration, so if you look closely at the other person, you are confident that you can discern truth and lies with your senses.

“I see… Excessive greed caused the anger.”

A laugh that comes out with understanding. Time to pay for learning.

The mediator completed the contract by soaking a part of the contract with blood and granting mana.

Roman approached with great strides and received the concluded contract. After checking it, he packed the items in his arms.

I opened my mouth while holding the Rakshasa.

“That’s the question. A religious order located in the capital of the Federal Republic was captured by a large hand and disappeared. Was it your fault?”

“You don’t know anything about that.”

“What is the presumed person or group?”

“If they were targeting the church, there is a high probability that it would be Nema Natas. I can also guess what kind of black magic it is.”

“Do you think the goal is simply to reduce the power of the church?”

“Hmm…”

I can’t lie because I signed the contract in the first place.

It’s not like I’m intentionally trying to take time. It was something that even the mediator needed to organize his thoughts about.

‘No way… Is that so!’

The answer came quickly when I thought of the elf sitting in Nema Natas.

Doing something dangerous enough to draw attention to his personality must have brought the story he lived in the past to a certain level of realization.

“I think they are probably trying to study the divine power itself with priests.”

“A warlock who doesn’t even use holy magic studies divine power?”

“After hearing that story, I have a suspicion. This… I should definitely kill him. If I had heard about that incident first, I would have accepted it as the first condition. Ha…!”

“Stop talking nonsense because of the past.”

Roman gestured with his chin to continue with the main topic.

“Didn’t I say that he and I split up due to differences in values?”

“So?”

“The biggest conflict for us was the difference in understanding and position on the devil.”

“Isn’t it true that your group worships and Nema Natas… Use what you can and don’t if you can’t?”

The idea opposite to the Pentagram of Mendes is not Nema Natas, but the Black Circle.

The Black Circle is a group that seeks to treat demons like slaves, but Nema Natas has no clear direction toward demons.

Just looking at the creation and use of artificial devils, it seemed like the purpose was to strengthen the military power of their partners and to properly infiltrate the power class.

“On the outside, yes. But he… Has greater ambition than anyone else.”

“I think I’ve come to the right place. Tell me everything you know.”

Lesser-

The mediator picked up the wine bottle rolling on the ground and poured the remaining contents into the spout.

“This guy wants to make a contract with the great devils who take on the role of gods among devils.”

“Is understanding divine power part of that process?”

“That’s right. The relationship is deep.”

With an affirmation, the mediator broke the sturdy reed next to him and drew a circle on the floor.

“Divine power is the power given by the goddess. The saint currently in the empire is a person who has received the traces of the goddess more strongly than anyone else and can be called a lump of embodied miracles.”

“···.”

“Of course, this is not just a saint. This is a very famous incident among warlocks. Are you aware of a case in the past where a saint who appeared in the Federal Bureau disappeared?”

“I’ve heard it.”

“Considering the situation, the saint may be in Nema Natas. He may be being experimented on, or he may be dead and neatly preserved.”

“Explain it properly.”

The mediator points to the circle drawn with a stiff reed.

“The reason why the rulers of each region of Pandemonium cannot enter the current world is because the goddess is using her power to block that space as much as possible.”

“There are demons coming over now. What about them?”

“As the nets are raised to block the rulers, who are no different from whales in the sea, fish come and go freely through the cracks that have lost their density. If it is a fairly large fish, they may dig in under conditions such as time.”

But.

No matter how many unreasonable conditions are imposed, a demon of the same level as Malphas or Naberius cannot step foot in it.

If you really want to do it, you need the irrationality of drastically reducing your own existence.

“To solve that problem… No, just keep it as simple as possible. In order to touch the power blocked by the goddess and unlock the connector, an interpretation of the goddess’s power is necessary.”

“Indeed…”

I understood what the situation was.

As Roman scratched his head with a serious expression, the mediator continued.

“If they are confident about a certain point after repeated experiments with priests, they will plan to use a saint as a sacrifice.”

“But it’s strange.”

“What’s the point?”

“If great demons come across like that, isn’t that what you guys want?”

Without having to go far, this world will become pandemonium.

“It’s different. He didn’t mean to do that. If he had the same idea, he would be leading Mendes Pentagram with me.”

Let the mediator continue the remaining explanation.

After listening to and understanding the long explanation until the end, Roman sighed through his mask.

“What if I fight him?”

“At first, I thought it would never work, but with that strange power… I think there’s a good chance I’ll win.”

The mediator’s eyes turned to Rakshasa.

The holy power hovering around the blade seemed to have a mission to eradicate uncleanness.

“Okay. If the experiment is successful, and he achieves what he wants, what are the odds of winning?”

“···.”

The mediator closed the spout.

Even though there was no answer, on the contrary, it was a clear answer.

“Mark the place where he might be.”

“···Sure.”

Roman threw the Rakshasa into the air and handed the map back.

“And explain why you think he’s there, his abilities, habits, way of speaking, and everything you know about him.”