episode_0198

Siron visited the 2nd Apostle Camilla, and the 5th Apostle Bernoulli was able to meet him by waiting in advance at the location where he would appear.

So what about the 7 apostles? Temple Keeper Corax. Since he was the last to become an apostle and led the resurrection of the demon god in the deepest demon realm, I thought that we would meet him much later.

The 3 Apostles, Oblivion, are in the Tower of Despair, in the dungeon on Tagore Hill in the southeast, and the 6 Apostles, Marantz, are in the Arwen Plateau, releasing magical beasts every year. At least these two came first. Additionally, since the three apostles were teleport users, there would be no problem if they encountered them anywhere in the empire now that their prestige had increased significantly.

‘So I prepared for both of them first…’

Siron took out a small shield from his chest.

[Shield of Chesed]

Equipment that nullifies attacks fired from a distance, rather than melee attacks, at the cost of mana. The conditions for use were ridiculously low compared to the effect, so in the Reincarnation Swordsman community, if this equipment was found in the game log, it was an item that was openly treated as a ghost and ridiculed as gay or a paratrooper.

“What is that? It looks exactly like a pot lid.”

“…No.”

It definitely looked like that. Although it was finished in brass and the handle looked like cheap plastic, anyone could tell it was a pot lid, but Siron felt quite resistant to the equipment he had worked so hard to obtain being treated like cheap scrap metal.

Siron held out his shield towards Lucia, who did not know when she had approached him.

“Look carefully. It has the Seongwangguk’s genuine seal stamped on it. Do you know how hard I tried to impress His Majesty the King to get this?”

“Really?”

“Is that so? I showed him the holy sword and told him that I needed to cut down the demon quickly, but he didn’t give it to me and only let me rent it…”

Siron stopped speaking and looked at Lucia. Do you want to go to the bathroom? I tried to say that, but Lucia’s expression was grave without any nervousness.

“Do you think it came?”

“…I have an ominous feeling. That’s it. But maybe not, so I just came down and had a look.”

“I can trust your senses.”

Siron extinguished the flames of the cross burning behind him and knocked Verian unconscious.

“I can believe in your strength.”

Siron changed his face to a serious expression.

He then carried the deeply embedded cross on his shoulder. Sometimes strange clouds are unusual. Just as Lucia’s senses had predicted, bloody thunderclouds began to roll in, as if something was about to jump out of nowhere.

“So, I will be cheering on your struggle from the stands.”

“You don’t fight?”

“It’s not that we don’t fight. I’m rooting for your fight.”

Siron looked back with a straight face. It was absolutely not because Siron was inferior to the Armor of the God of Corruption in terms of compatibility. He just makes the most rational choice, like when he got the Shield of Chesed.

‘Can’t you fight with me?’

Lucia tried to draw out the words in her heart… but couldn’t. This is because deep down, she thought that Siron was inferior to her.

It is said that Siron has recently been able to use mana, but no matter how quickly Siron achieves magic, Lucia is superior in absolute strength.

A mentally unstable past is not a problem. More than three years have already passed since then. Although I thought it wasn’t enough time for the wound to completely heal, I was confident that it would be enough time for a scab to form to stop the bleeding.

And after going through the last 10 actual matches, Lucia felt like she had grown to another level.

It must have been when Lucia was once again feeling the loneliness of being a ‘strong woman’, and Siron, who was straightening his hair that had become disheveled from the heat, opened his mouth.

“And, if I stay by your side, I will be in your way.”

“Hey…what’s wrong with you?”

Lucia stared at Siron with a blank expression. Siron is a person with a strong sense of pride, but if he admits something like that, he gets hurt… Siron’s mood is so different now from before when he was grilling a whole elf, that even Lucia is taken aback.

My lips suddenly become dry, and my thoughts wander elsewhere.

It may seem selfish, but Lucia did not want to change. I wanted to live like I do now. But if Siron admits something like that, wouldn’t Lucia’s legs connected to Siron become tense and then break off one by one?

Engagement with Siriel.

Professor Reynold’s words to think about the future.

Whether intentional or not, they were all suggesting that the existing relationship was no longer sustainable.

The tip of Sirius’ sword trembled.

“Don’t act serious. I’m nervous for no reason…”

“Are you nervous? Please relax?”

Siron, who was bouncing the cross on his back, looked back. Lucia, seeing Siron’s smiling face, felt a shiver run down her spine.

‘…what?’

A sky filled with golden lightning. It wasn’t a sense of crisis coming from there. It was something different… It was hard to explain, but Lucia felt a clear crisis.

“…No, it’s okay. don’t I will refuse.”

“I feel sad. I just had a really good idea.”

“Well, now that I think about it, Seira-sama is using barrier magic, so she must be defenseless. You protect me.”

I have to go now.

Lucia turned her back before Siron could say anything. Siron stared at Lucia as she headed towards the center of the Colosseum again.

[Hero. Still, wouldn’t it be better to use magic behind the scenes? Even Seira praised the magic I used this morning, saying it was great.]

‘…If I swing the sword while shouting the name of the technique, will I be able to swing it stronger than usual?’

[What are you talking about out of the blue?]

‘Lucia, since I wasn’t nearby, she made a fuss and shouted the name of the skill.’

[…Yes.]

‘To be honest, I think that looks like a fucking asshole. But Lucia is Kylie. At least when it comes to handling a sword, it is a monster that has even been given the title of Sword God.

[What… right?]

I couldn’t figure out why Latera said this.

‘therefore. I think he instinctively knows when he is strongest. For example, when you shout out the name of a technology, it feels like a self-suggestion and you feel really powerful.’

For the past ten battles, Siron watched the battles from a place Lucia could not see.

Shouting out the name of the technology.

That wasn’t all.

There were also acts such as cracking the handle of the sword, glaring with murderous intent… without even confirming the kill, putting the sword back in its scabbard and turning away.

‘Maybe I wasn’t Lucia’s sandbag. ‘I think so.’

[Um… I don’t quite understand.]

‘In short, Lucia, who shouted the name of the technique, was really strong.’

Siron flicked the handle of the holy sword like Lucia did.

It gave me goosebumps because it seemed like a grown man was acting like a middle school student, but this is a fantasy world where swords and magic come alive.

I had to consider the possibility that ability improvement through self-suggestion actually exists.

‘I don’t know if it has some magical meaning.’

[It’s a pagan idea.]

‘What if you’re a pagan? Kylie was also a pagan when she was a barbarian.’

Siron moved to the special seat of the Colosseum, where Seira was.

…Quarring!

While Siron was seriously considering the strength of his body, Lucia looked at the sky that was gradually expanding.

What had been a white cloud had already turned into a thundercloud, tinged with black energy, and exhilarating magical energy was leaking out. Lucia felt a different level of power there than ten days ago.

The thundercloud slowly opened and eventually vomited out a golden statue. It was smaller than the golden giant. Quarter schedule? However, when I focused my eyes on the golden… armor, it was radiating a level of power that would make a golden giant laughable.

The armor’s feet touch the ground. That’s all, but the ground rumbles. The sparkling eyes inside the helmet contained enough fierceness that he could not lose even in a snowball fight with Lucia, who had no opponent recently.

“Where is it?”

Golden Armor, 7 Apostles, Temple Keeper Corax said.

“Where is my close friend, Berian!”

The ringing voice contained a clear will. The mana that permeated the air trembled in fear, and the space lost was filled with eerie demonic energy.

“Berian!!!! Answer me when you hear me!!!”

Corax’s voice suddenly contained sadness and sorrow instead of anger. A friend has come to save you. Was it time to declare that I myself had come to free you from the terrible torture of the pagans…?

“Your close friend? Ah, you mean ‘this’?”

A hateful voice came from the back of Corax’s head. Siron looked at Verian’s bloodshot eyes and patted Varian’s back.

“You heard it too, right? He’s your colleague?”

“I don’t know a guy like that! I don’t know!”

When I turned around, I saw the figure of my friend whom I had been so worried about. In one corner of the Colosseum, the scenery disappeared except for the image of a friend tied to a cross.

“You, who are you! Because of you, all the time, I am!”

Haggard appearance. It wasn’t normal to see a friend after a long time. He was stuttering, showing signs of delirium, was out of focus, and had no blood, making him look like a corpse.

“…Varian.”

Corax muttered in a faint voice. Memories that are now too old and fading due to the power of the demon god.

Old memories from before I became an apostle reared their heads.

-…Are you really satisfied with that? Just like a clay doll?

-There’s nothing we can do about it. Everyone knows that I am a sodomite and runs away. As long as homosexuality is a sin, this is ultimately the only thing that remains with me.

-That’s all! You sound upset when I come to you like this.

-If I find out you hang out with me, I’ll be mad at you too. therefore…

-I am a person who believes that long-term friends are closer than God. I won’t betray you. I’m a long-lived elf, so I won’t be lonely until I die!

Berian was Corax’s only friend who was ostracized even in the dwarf village. The only friend who truly understood him even though they were of different races. That’s why I couldn’t bare my true feelings to my friend.

I made a deal with the demon god and had no choice but to support him from behind…

-Cry, Sirius.