episode_0314

A land floating in the air.

The land floating in the air is a phenomenon that cannot occur on the original continent, but common sense cannot take precedence over the name miracle.

Those who believe in God are more likely to have vague beliefs rather than understanding.

A faithful priest like Cardinal Iris is bound to have this tendency even more strongly.

But even excluding that, there were many things she saw over the past two weeks that couldn’t be explained by human reason.

A fog that transfers to the future.

The reality of a ruined future.

A continent broken by power.

and,

I saw the battle between the supposed hero, Siron Prien, and the Apostle.

‘No, I have to admit it now.’

He was suspicious at first meeting, and even when we talked to him, he denied that he was a hero. However, after seeing the epic battle, I changed my mind.

Iris blinked a few times as she looked at the land she stepped on, and the islands floating in the air just like there.

The hero and his companions have already left this place, but the fog has not yet disappeared.

This is also an incomprehensible phenomenon. If the world was created by an apostle, wouldn’t it make sense for it to collapse when the apostle was subjugated?

However, this too can be dismissed as a miracle.

The reason she came here was not to investigate an unexplained phenomenon.

Iris’s decision soon leads to action. She took out a box-shaped relic, [Lwanga’s Love House], which she held in her hand.

Pajik-

A flash of light that exploded in an instant.

As before, the relic erupted with intense light.

The light from the relic extends into the air like a branch and is then sucked back into the box.

Repeat the flash and move several times.

I wondered what the meaning of that act was, but this was Iris’s mission.

Contains the memories of the world.

And, the Bible will be compiled not for now, but for the warriors born in the next generation.

Not for the current hero Siron Prien, but for the next generation of heroes?

It may be a questionable plan, but isn’t it true that no matter how much preparation you do, it’s never enough?

A majority of Lucerne’s magnates and cardinals agreed. Perhaps many of them believe that Siron Prien’s subjugation of demons may fail.

‘I don’t know what His Majesty the King thinks…’

Iris finished her thoughts and went deeper into the battle scene.

The further you step, the more clearly the horrors of the battle become apparent. The faces of the investigators who followed behind were filled with emotion.

In the sky, there are traces of magical energy flying around like winding scars, and on the ground, you can easily find traces of it melting and then solidifying again as if exposed to high heat.

Iris wondered what kind of power and action was in place during the battle.

A place where the punishment of light and the karma of hell coexist.

It is the same environment that has been passed down through oral tradition since the mythical era.

Iris kept moving forward, leaving no trace behind.

Blood flows from the relic worn around the head, [Spinola’s Crown of Thorns].

It must have been to protect Iris and the people from the divinity and demonic energy felt every time we move forward, as well as from the footprints of the evil god.

However, it only prevents damage to the mind and body, and the feelings you feel come straight in.

A stench that makes your nose bleed. Maybe that’s why my skin itches here and there.

I couldn’t stop crying, as if trying to keep the traces of the temple out of my eyes, and I felt nauseous even if I took a small breath.

This is caused by demonic energy that humans should instinctively avoid and should not accept.

However, among those who came here, there was no one who moaned pitifully.

On the contrary, there were people who were filled with tears of joy, and there were also people who dug up the dirt to remember for the rest of their lives the land where the divinity stayed for a while.

Still, being a cardinal, I didn’t feel like digging up dirt, but Iris was just as thrilled to be able to set foot in this glorious place.

The woman gave a faint look in her eyes at the faint feeling of divinity. We live in an era where immediate threats lurk rather than God’s grace.

The people of Lucerne were that thirsty for a miracle, and Iris, whose entire family was killed by demons when she was young, hoped for salvation more than anyone else.

But Iris never shed tears.

Iris’s gaze goes down. There was a human footprint as big as the person was tall.

It was clear who it belonged to.

Siron Prien’s. Iris’s brows slightly furrowed as she checked him.

I feel like I’m going to fall at the sight of footprints, but

Iris’s feelings had a valid cause.

I have been following Siron Prien and his group for the past fortnight. And every time that happened, Iris noticed a phenomenon that did not make sense.

Divinity was present everywhere Siron Prien went.

This is a given. He is a warrior who owns a holy sword, and when he unleashes his divinity that destroys demons, he even purifies the surrounding environment.

However, it was not under his feet.

The earth is rotten, as if it is burning to the ground. The footprints left by the apostle are similarly rotten.

This is because the water merchant could not withstand the terrible magic energy.

As such, the footprints left by Siron Prien did not feel the slightest sanctity.

This was clearly a strange phenomenon.

The stream water that Siron Prien drank had become holy water with a light consistency, and even though it was the middle of winter where he was staying, the sprouts raised their heads.

What about the place where the holy sword scratched?

The wound remained like a scar on the earth, but it never contained demonic energy. It was so shiny that I had the urge to touch it.

“There was indeed a reason to look forward to the next great hero.”

Some, but she did not respect the cardinals she served and Siron Prien, the consul.

The positions of cardinals do not interfere with each other. Only the Holy Emperor can exchange opinions and interfere with the Cardinals.

So, I couldn’t understand why they didn’t like Siron Prien…

“I thought it was purely because of the personality of Siron Prien. He’s just obsessed with old stubbornness and can’t think flexibly… Honestly, isn’t he very different from the warrior portrayed in the temple?”

“…I think there are definitely people who think that way.”

The person who answered was a man who appeared to be in his late 30s. What was unusual was that he had a prosthetic leg on one of his legs. Considering that he participated in the exploration team in such an uncomfortable body, he seemed to have something to do with it.

Archbishop Paulo Martini.

He was the right-hand man of Captain Malleus in the past, and was a man who served with Siron Prien during his time as an apprentice priest.

“He has a good nature, but somehow he falls short of being the embodiment of virtue and justice… I also had my doubts at one time.”

There was a coolness in every detail of what he said, but he was no different from other people.

Wasn’t that right after he made the great discovery that the trainee priest under him turned out to be a warrior?

“Has it cleared up now?”

“Yes, on the contrary, I gradually began to understand what I had been through. Ah, this is a story from my seminary days. Not a trainee priest.”

Paulo said, barely able to calm down the urge to jump up and down and shout hurray.

…The only reason I didn’t do that was because I had been with Cardinal Iris for 15 days and knew that she was very upset.

“What did you experience?”

“…This is a common occurrence. Frequently missing class, or punishing upperclassmen who lead bullying with violence… These are very trivial things.”

Paulo tried to represent Siron in the best possible way.

Iris smiled, hiding her discomfort, but human emotions are not only revealed on the outside.

‘Cardinal Iris Cardiore never shed a tear.’

There is a saying that the evidence of faith is tears.

Humans shed tears when they experience a flood of strong emotions.

However, not shedding tears even after witnessing such a miracle means that there are feelings of negativity towards Siron Prien.

“Hehe. You were naughty.”

Iris smiled brightly and bent her knees. As if Archbishop Paulo had nothing else to do, her attention turned again to the footprints on the ground.

“Did you know that you were a hero?”

“Is that possible? I didn’t even know that the sword he was carrying was a holy sword.”

“What about Magi?”

“Yes?”

“I mean Magi. I am asking whether even the slightest amount of magic energy was felt by Siron Prien.”

“…I didn’t feel it. Rather, he was spreading a level of divinity that was absurd for a trainee priest to have.”

“Okay.”

Iris responded and took out a silver sword. Kagak! The land where the footprints had remained was cut into hexagons and held in delicate hands.

“Now, let’s go out too.”

The dirt in my hand still gave off a terrible demonic energy.

*

A week after returning from the Arwen Plateau.

At the imperial palace, a grand but limited party was held with only a small number of people.

It is none other than the demands of poetics.

Victor really wanted to do something for Siron, who had solved the fog that had been a problem for the empire for the past hundreds of years.

I wanted to open the national treasury so that the entire nation could celebrate it by creating a new public holiday for the empire, but due to the poet’s shyness about appearing in front of others, he only got to this point.

Very, very few people attended the banquet.

Still, perhaps it was a compromise, but there was enough grandeur and splendor to turn the entire imperial palace into a banquet hall.

Delicious delicacies piled up like a mountain, and a fountain gushing out American wine rose high.

“…Whoop.”

Under the fountain, there was a woman sipping alcohol with a sullen face. Seira Romer was one of the few elves who could drink among the women who participated in the party.

[It’s a long-awaited party, but aren’t you just drinking alcohol?]

‘…Never mind.’

Seira responded to the voice in her head.

[Don’t worry. I just gave you some advice. You never know when you will die in life, so enjoy it while you can!]

‘That’s what you want to be in there.’

[That’s also true!]

Future Seira didn’t even hide her excitement.

Through the existence of Lucia, Kylie’s reincarnation, I understood what the ‘soul’ consists of.

And when doubts about the future in the fog and the false world deepened, I decided to create some magic.

Separation and possession of the soul.

I’ve created magic, but the first time I used it was a week ago. I wasn’t even sure if it would fail or not, but since this great magic was successful, my calm personality disappeared and I became a scheming ghost.

‘What can I do if I’m stuck there anyway? ‘I have to introduce myself again from the beginning anyway.’

Ting- Seira dipped her empty glass into the fountain again.

[If you drink that much, you will get sick.]

‘Don’t meddle. It’s my body and I take care of it.’

Seira gulped down her drink in one go, thinking nervously. It’s such a strong drink that it feels like it’s going to burn my throat, but this is just what I like for now.

You have to get drunk quickly so you can pass out quickly and stop listening to the chattering voice…

[Are you still upset about that?]

‘…Who says you’re sulking?’

[Hey, I’m upset, but what~]

A playful laughter roared in my head. Seira sighed, saying she could talk as she wanted now.

[You said there was nothing you could do? What would happen to the Archmage’s pride if he failed? And, if there was a possibility that you would reject it.]

‘I’m proud to say that I stuck to it. I guess I’ll have to stop by a temple sometime soon and perform an exorcism.’

[Hey, don’t lose your strength for no reason. If I just resolve my regrets, I too can attain Buddhahood!]

Regret.

Future Seira spoke forcefully, but Seira snorted and poured down her drink again.

‘Again, I have no intention of cooperating with you.’

Seira has been tired of hearing about regrets for the past week.

‘Spending the night with a kid… That makes sense…’

[Why doesn’t it make sense? It’s not like you have another man in your heart, right?]

Future Seira continued speaking in an incomprehensible tone.

After living in Seira’s head for the past week, she has become able to share Seira’s emotions to some extent.

Although Seira did not love anyone, it did not mean that she did not harbor feelings similar to affection.

I had affection for Siriel Prien as a teacher,

I had a fondness for Lucia Prien as an old friend.

The same goes for poetry.

We had been together through thick and thin for 13 years, and there was a feeling of affection that made me want to comfort him whenever he was having a hard time.

[If you’re really embarrassed, why don’t you hand over the initiative to me?]

‘Initiative? ‘You can’t even control my body…’

[Then, do you think I didn’t set up any measures?]

A voice mixed with a nasal voice rang out as if it were proud. Seira shuddered, saying she was truly possessed by a terrible evil spirit.

[I’m not doing it right now out of consideration for you, but if I get impatient, I’ll do whatever it takes to achieve my goal. You know that? I am a woman who, when I have a goal, must achieve it to be satisfied.]

“Ha……”

Seira let out a sigh filled with alcohol.

I certainly knew her personality well. Moreover, perhaps because she had been through so many rough times, the future Seira was a woman who had a sly side to her, but also had a harsh side to her.

Seeing him threaten me with the word ‘initiative’, I was terrified that if I were to make a mistake, I might experience a tingling sensation in my groin while I was sleeping.

If you continue like this, you never know what evil spirits will do to you!

“…Hey.”

[why. Have you made up your mind?]

“Can’t you see that?”

Seira walked shakily and pointed to a corner of the banquet hall. There, women with slightly protruding bellies were fighting, taking advantage of the silence.

When was the last time you started wagging your tail like this? Are you talking about having a child late?

It’s dizzy just looking at it. Seira covered her face with her hands and looked away.

“Hey, can’t you see that tail? If I had a relationship with the kid. Do you think there will be more things to do to get discouraged among young people like that?”

[That’s okay. If I’m satisfied anyway, I’ll achieve Buddhahood, and elves get pregnant wrong, so just pretend it never happened.]

“…It’s not just that.”

Seira took deep breaths repeatedly, ignoring the venomous remarks.

I tried not to say this, but the evil spirit in my head was so strong that I was in no position to tell whether it was hot or cold.

A corner of the banquet hall called Seira. I looked at the two women who were avoiding the strong women and concentrating on their food.

“If you have sex, you may not be able to use magic.”

[…What are you talking about?]

Future Seira asked back as if she couldn’t understand the sound. If you have sex, you won’t be able to use magic. I wondered if Seira was using a mind technique that only virgins could use, but fortunately, such a fool-like mind technique did not exist in the world.

Is it because there is a story about magic that is no different from a lifeline? Seira felt the evil spirit in her head stirring.

“Of course, I know it sounds hard to believe. But what should I do? There is a clear example.”

[…A case?]

“You saw it too, right?”

Seira pointed at Lucia with her chin.

Lucia’s honor may be tarnished, but she will push on like this. Seira spoke out a theory that had not been proven yet.

“When you have sex, your intelligence decreases.”