episode_0191

Cardinal Deviale Jeviel.

Even though he is well over 40, his body is as stocky as that of a young man, his blond hair is neatly slicked back, and his neat, wrinkle-free clothes make it easy to guess what kind of person he is even without talking to him.

They may be high-ranking nobles, or perhaps wealthy people living in good circumstances. But what is important is not what appears on the outside. I don’t want to repeat the nagging message I’ve heard so many times that what’s on the inside is more important than what’s on the outside. It meant that Siron was very attracted to Devialet.

[It smells good.]

‘okay?’

[Yes, I can smell the flowers, and not only that, but I also feel the refreshing feeling of walking through a forest in the middle of summer. I think I’ve lived a really good life. If you continue to live like this, you will be able to go to heaven.]

Latera said this as well, so Siron followed Devialet’s guide to the ‘place where the hero should go’ without any doubt.

…Of course, Devialet is the only outsider that Siron knows as a hero, and since they have worked together for a while, it feels a bit awkward to bring up the word doubt.

Now that the reputation is rising rapidly, there is nothing wrong with being cautious. For example, even as I follow Devialet through the hospital’s main gate, I am not relaxed. A place where warriors must step forward. Didn’t Devialet say that?

In Siron’s opinion, the only place for the hero to step forward was to subdue the ‘Apostles’ associated with the Demon God.

Although great feats such as bringing peace to conflict areas or eliminating all unfortunate people from the world came to mind. In ‘Reincarnated Sword God’, what the player with the holy sword has to do is kill all the apostles and kill the demon god as well.

Moreover, Glenn, who is currently in the demon world, is also old. The foresight he possessed would have gradually faded, and there would have been some Apostles who escaped without being able to defeat him.

From the time he boarded the hospital elevator until he got off, Siron did not let go of the holy sword he was holding in his arms. however,

“…What is this?”

Putting the holy sword tightly clutched in his arms to shame, the scenery on the top floor after taking the elevator was so quiet that it was difficult to think of it as the apostle’s sphere of influence. An apostle is more like a disaster that cannot be helped by human power. Apart from the fact that there were rows of beds with patients lying down along the corridor, and everyone’s condition looked very serious, it looked like a hotel for sick people with a lot of money.

“Could it be that the treatment of a wealthy patient was what I should have done?”

“It is true that the person I want to meet now has a lot of money, but it is by no means an unfortunate incident that would displease the warrior.”

A door made entirely of ebony wood opens to the left and right. Devialet led Siron to a VIP hospital room.

“…Hmm?”

As soon as I opened the door, what I encountered was an unexpected person. Ugly scars covering the face. Siron blinked for a moment and remembered who the person in front of him was.

‘…Dexter Dras.’

However, before Siron opened his mouth, Dexter laughed faster.

“Isn’t this poetry? It’s been a while.”

“Have you been at peace so far? Dexter.”

What are you doing “? I heard you can call me uncle in a friendly way. By the way, the bird I didn’t see has grown a lot.”

“Did you meet each other?”

Devialet stared at the two who greeted each other warmly. Dexter shared a light hug with Siron.

“Okay then. I’ve seen it occasionally whenever we had a relationship.”

“I should have visited you separately. Sorry.”

“No. All you have to do is learn the name once and be happy to see it again before you die. For someone like me, that’s enough.”

Dexter spoke forlornly and sighed. The appearance that had not been seen before caused Siron to have a question mark on his face.

“Cardinal. There is no way I can do it…”

“Sir Dexter, could you please make way for me to go inside?”

“I understand.”

I guess the hero’s job wasn’t to treat Dexter’s scars.

“Brother Siron. Inside.”

As expected, the scar on Dexter’s face was a curse that could not be cured by holy magic.

Curses vary depending on the situation, but the method in ‘Reincarnation Sword God’ is to usually kill the person who placed the curse. So, no matter how much he possesses the Holy Sword or the protection of Latera, there is no way to heal his scars.

[Then… does that person have to continue living like that?]

‘…Just find the guy who put the curse and kill him. But that guy is a problem because he is in the demon world.’

But fortunately, Siron knew who put the curse on Dexter. 7 Apostle Corax. Killing him will solve the problem.

Corax is the manager of the temple in the deepest part of the Demon World. As he had the number 7, he was the last to become an apostle, but unlike other guys who had no idea what he was thinking, he had a personality that was somewhat understandable.

Unlike Camilla, who did not come out of Night Rail’s coffin for fear of death, this guy’s scope of activity is limited to the Demonic Realm, but the reason Dexter suffered a wound that could not be healed was because he ended up stepping into Corax’s territory. So, as long as you don’t set foot in the Demon World, you can be absolutely safe from Corax’s curse.

“Here I am.”

However, when Shiron saw the man on the bed, he had no choice but to change his mind.

The bandage that was wrapped tightly around the entire body was not just a simple bandage, but an object made by tearing ‘tools’ into small pieces to hide the body of a high-ranking priest. However, Siron’s eyebrows furrowed as he could not cover the magic that even such valuables could provide.

“…Who are you?”

“He’s my son.”

It was Dexter who answered, not Devialet.

“Not long ago, I heard that my son was hospitalized, so I quit the punitive expedition and came back, and when I came back, I found him in this condition.”

“When I arrived, the erosion caused by Magi had progressed significantly. No matter how many times I used the holy method and poured holy water, there was no relief.”

It was already low, but the cardinal’s voice became even lower.

“So…”

“Okay. Cardinal. You don’t have to say more.”

Chiron prevented Devialet from saying any more. Since there was Dexter here who might not understand Siron’s situation, Devialet also looked at Dexter according to Siron’s will.

“Sir Dexter. Could you please go outside?”

“…”

“Please.”

“I understand.”

Dexter answered in a voice mixed with tears. After waiting all night, I waited for the cardinal. Since the one he brought was a young man whom he had seen several times before, his steps did not fall easily.

Siron also understood his feelings and did not feel offended. It makes no sense to anyone to leave a patient who has not improved even with the cardinal’s holy law in the care of a pale-faced young bastard.

Only after Dexter left the hospital room was Siron able to relax his body.

“This is what I need to do.”

“That’s right. I don’t even know what to say, but it’s a wound that can’t be cured even by the Cardinal’s Holy Law. I thought that unless you were a noble person who could not move in your home country, you had no choice but to borrow the power of the warrior.”

As Siron spoke in vain, Devialet lowered his head as if he was sorry.

“Sir Dexter is the benefactor to whom I owe my life during the Demonic Expedition. So I couldn’t ignore his request.”

“I wasn’t blaming the Cardinal. I just feel lucky.”

I’m glad it wasn’t the appearance of an apostle. Well, isn’t the fact that an apostle appears in the middle of the empire itself a sign of doom? Siron felt relieved and stretched out his hand toward the patient.

Wow-

A huge amount of divine power burst out. The divinity that filled the hospital room drove away the demonic energy emanating from the patient.

‘I, I am living in the same era as the hero…!’

Devialet widened his eyes despite the light that seemed to blind him. I even pledge to engrave this historical scene in my own eyes and become a living witness.

A minute passed like that. My eyes sting.

10 minutes have passed. Hot tears flow from both eyes.

Thirty minutes have passed. Yet Devialet never closed his eyes. The wide-eyed look seemed to border on fanaticism, but other people’s gazes were of no importance to Devialet.

Since his eyes did not hurt thanks to the divine power that burst forth, Devialet was only satisfied with his desire to be the only one to witness the miracle.

However, contrary to the cardinal’s graciousness, Siron’s face was completely distorted.

[Why isn’t there any relief?]

Latera also felt something was wrong. The output of sacred power was gradually increasing compared to 30 minutes ago or 10 seconds ago, but the magical energy rising from the wound where the hands were touching showed no sign of disappearing.

Siron also found him strange and withdrew the light he was emitting.

“…Hero?”

“Cardinal, may I take off the bandage?”

“Yes, yes. Of course.”

“This isn’t just a penny or two, it’s a waste to stop eating it, but there’s something unusual about it.”

“I understand. Sir Dexter will understand.”

After hearing Devialet’s words, Siron took out a dagger from his pocket and began cutting off the bandages. It was soggy- there was flesh and fluid stuck inside. Siron carefully cut off the bandages one by one.

When the patient’s naked body was finally revealed, Siron sighed in despair.

“Cardinal.”

“Yes. Warrior.”

“This looks like a big sad month has occurred.”

“Yes…?”

Devialet looked surprised and asked Siron back.

A wound that couldn’t be healed even with that much divine power was something Devialet couldn’t even imagine.

Siron pointed to the danjeon below the patient’s navel. The affected area, which was rotten and bruised, had sprouted new skin thanks to the infusion of divine power, but demonic energy was still seeping out.

“This is a curse.”

“In that case, please hurry up and do it…”

“But it won’t be of any use. I know what this curse is… but it’s so… the usual methods don’t work.”

“Then?”

“This can be resolved by killing the cursed cub. And fortunately, I know who that bastard is.”

After saying this to Devialet, Siron opened the door to call Dexter outside the hospital room.

However, Dexter was not the only one waiting for Siron.

thud-

Wow-

A scream was heard beyond the door. Siron tilted his head and looked carefully beyond the door.

There, a girl was lying on the floor clutching the back of her head.

“…What are you doing?”

Siron vaguely asked Lucia, who was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

“Well, what are you doing? They said I was receiving treatment, so I waited outside…”

Siron somehow got the feeling that something similar had happened in the past.