episode_0323

‘faith.’

Humans believed that phenomena that they could not interpret as they understood were the work of someone transcendent.

Unexpected harvest failures, typhoons, volcanoes, and earthquakes combined with autumn monsoon rain. Spinal disease…

Now, the causes have been revealed, and we can prepare for them in our own way. However, just 300 years ago, these were interpreted in the realm of faith.

A bad god caused a disaster.

The ancestral spirits were angry because the ancestral rites were blocked.

500 years ago, an evil god himself descended on this land, so I am not blaming them for their foolishness.

However, I just want to distinguish more clearly between what is faith and what is not.

For example, a divinity that can instantly reattach a severed arm.

Only priests who honed their faith in the right god could borrow the power of god to heal others.

No matter how famous the wizard is, even if it is a dragon that lives forever. You can’t heal other people’s wounds.

Unique.

Proving it was a way to prove the existence of God, and it was called a miracle because only the Lord could do it.

But…

‘What the hell is going on?’

The cardinals’ eyes were colored with astonishment. It is not because I witnessed a miracle.

Cardinal Secundino wanted to test the warrior by risking his faith. I risked my faith and my life by confessing that I would be punished for doubting that that young man, Siron Prien, was a hero.

The Lord responded with a sacred flame.

Even though the holy sword was not drawn, he had doubts until the end.

Even though there was a way to immediately apologize to Siron Prien, he showed arrogance and said that if he was going to be punished, he would accept it from God.

‘A wrong thought brought about divine punishment.’

‘It is natural for the Lord to be angry. Even though I already had the answer, I wanted to feel God one more time…’

There were many cardinals who were not satisfied with the Holy Sword not being lifted, but now they had no choice but to admit it.

The sacred flame does not inherently harm life.

But now, they were trying to turn the non-believer’s body into ashes at any moment.

If the hero, Siron Prien, had not immediately jumped in and stopped…

“What kind of bullshit are you talking about?!”

“…what. What…”

” I don’t mean to blame you for doubting me. But isn’t the method too radical? If I hadn’t stopped, I would have been stuck in the underworld.”

Cardinal Secundino froze like a stone in Siron’s arms.

I tried to figure out what had happened with my five senses, including my slightly open eyes, but my mind was full of confusion.

‘what happened…’

It’s not that I’ve forgotten what just happened.

The smell of burning flesh.

A cavity engulfed in static.

Shiron’s face looked up with tearful eyes, and there was a hazy light behind his head. The source of the light was a light hanging from the ceiling, but to Secundino’s eyes, it looked like there was a halo behind Siron’s back.

‘I won’t doubt it.’

Holy sword.

Holy fire.

halo.

Miracles that are fortunate to be experienced once in a lifetime have occurred one after another.

“…Hero.”

Secundino called the blessed name without any doubt. The signposts in his hazy mind pointed in only one direction, so even though his face was under Siron’s shadow, not a single shadow was visible.

‘Oh shit.’

Siron turned his head in disgust. As the dependable middle-aged man looked at me with eyes full of admiration, I wanted to throw him away right away.

[It’s gross, but let’s just throw it away, right?]

However, despite Latera’s instigation, Siron quietly put down the cardinal. And then he stood up, straightening his disheveled clothes.

“Can I just leave?”

“…Please come here again tomorrow.”

“I think it is enough to prove this much.”

Siron made a disapproving look on his face, but Seonghwang did not show any sign of discomfort. However, he just barely feigned relaxation and pointed at his feet.

“Look below…”

“Yes?”

“…The Lord is trying to convey His will to the warrior.”

“…”

Siron’s brow furrowed.

Three clearly written letters were engraved on the bare stone floor.

‘Are you telling me not to go? ‘Are you saying this to me?’

Did a miracle happen? Or maybe someone was playing a prank…

I rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing something.

That shouldn’t have happened.

Cold sweat runs down my cheeks. Siron’s fist was clenched tightly.

[Hero?]

Latera felt a huge emotional stir from Siron.

‘What on earth did you see? ‘There’s nothing on the floor?’

“…Yes. I will come back tomorrow.”

“Thank you. If you need a place to stay…”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Siron bowed his head and left the room. There was no one to stop him. Not only Yoru, but also Lucia and Sera were unable to open their mouths due to the unusual atmosphere.

So Siron left the room for a while. Devialet jumped up.

“I never dreamed it was a place like this?”

The eyes of the cardinals sitting around gather.

Devialet’s face was both displeased and proud.

“But you are still our warrior. He overcomes any adversity with ease. Haha!”

“Deviale Jebiel. Do you think your behavior has become a bit frivolous since I stopped seeing you?”

“It’s frivolous, I’m sorry if you say something like that. Cardinal Ganuto. Do you know how many miracles have happened now? It’s number 3. Number 3!”

Devialet spread his iron-like fingers and made a fuss. The cardinals who knew him were amazed at his frivolous behavior.

Deviale Jebiel.

A person who harbored great hatred towards cultists even before he was an adult.

While most cardinals lived to be hundreds of years old, he was only in his early 40s. Everyone here knew how harshly he approached his faith.

Educational dance theory.

Wasn’t he the one who denied even the existence of penance chambers and repentance?

If it weren’t for the series of miracles I just saw, I would have suspected it was someone else.

“Who knows that eyes are holes? I saw a miracle too.”

However, there was not much connection between the human nature of Devialet and miracles. Many of the cardinals, including the one-eyed handsome young man Kanuto, still looked dissatisfied.

“Shiron Prien… What should we do when traces of the devil were found on the hero? I needed a place to prove it.”

“So, I think Cardinal Secundino’s attitude was excessive? Even though I saw the holy sword, I didn’t go any further..”

“This is a consequential story. Cardinal Devialet.”

The person who stopped talking was a woman with silver hair braided to one side.

Cardinal Ignatius. Even before Seira Rohmer left, he was the second oldest.

However, perhaps because Jongsujong’s blood was quite dark, she did not show any signs of aging, unlike Cardinal Caplo and Cardinal Secundino.

“Consequentialist?”

“Before you came, we even assumed that the holy sword would be in the hands of a devil worshiper.”

Ignatius said, raising his green eyes.

Wow-

“…Did you say you are a devil worshiper?”

An unidentifiable powder fluttered from Devialet’s hands. When I looked down, I saw that the corner of the table had been torn off in the shape of a hand grip.

“Yes, devil worshiper. Did I say something wrong?”

“Huh…!”

“Deviale Jebiel. You are Siron Prien. Now I have to admit that he is a hero, but I have heard that you favor him. But I didn’t know it would be this bad.”

When Cardinal Ignatius snapped his fingers, a pale flame rose up.

The flame fell to the ground due to gravity and slowly spread towards a certain location. But that’s only for a moment.

I couldn’t get past the spot where Siron was staying a little while ago.

“Wherever you leave your footsteps, there is a terrible energy. The sacred flame cannot invade it. It’s not just a devil, it’s a devil of a far distant hierarchy.”

“You were able to endure it well even though you were looking through it.”

“Because, unlike you, I believe that everyone can be enlightened. But,”

A faint ghost flickered in Ignatius’s eyes. The anger was shown not at Chiron, but at Devialet.

“Your case is different. What happened that made you turn a blind eye to such obvious evidence? Why did you keep it to yourself that Siron Prien was a hero?”

“What are you going to do?”

Despite the unusual atmosphere, Devialet shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

“Are you going to go see the hero right now and accuse him of hiding the contract with the devil?”

“That won’t happen. As you said, the Lord performed miracles no less than three times. This has already been accepted by the omniscient Lord.”

“It’s number 4, not 3.”

It was Secundino, not Devialet, who opened his mouth. He was staring blankly in the direction where Siron had gone from the flame created by Ignatius.

“Seonggeom. A sword that cannot be drawn. The flame that burned my body. The last time I looked up at you! I saw the light to go on! halo! There was a halo!”

He bowed down on the ground and took a stance to prove his faith. Devialet also made the sign of the cross on his chest.

“As expected, you are a warrior. He embraced the spoiled lamb with infinite warmth and love.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

Ignatius’ gaze toward the two fanatics was distorted with pity.

Because the position of cardinal carries a heaviness and formality befitting the name, one must reject one’s desire to become a fanatic.

Even though we must follow the word of the Lord as our top priority, we must not pour our faith into anyone other than the Lord.

Even if it is a warrior who is the sword of the Lord.

“Cardinal Iris.”

“Yes?”

“What are your thoughts? Was it not you who brought the evidence of apostasy?”

“I…”

Iris could not immediately respond to Ignatius’ words.

This is because the miracle before our eyes was so clearly realized.

4Acting skills.

Among all the scriptures in the world, I have never heard of a person so loved by God.

“Well, I…”

Iris’s eyes trembled slightly. It was the greatest agitation that she, who had always maintained her composure, could show.

“I think I need to apologize.”

You may be hated by the Lord. Because faith was everything in her life, it was a given that her trembling grew stronger.

‘I didn’t know there were so many fanatics.’

Ignatius looked depressed as he looked at the market floor.

The Holy Emperor smiled at Ignatius, who was confused.

*

That night. An accommodation in Lucerne.

Lucia, lying on the bed, quietly looked to the side.

There was Siron’s face with his eyes closed.

I tried to control myself due to the guilt I felt towards Siriel for being pregnant, but today, for some reason, Siron asked me first, so I ended up sleeping with her.

“Poetry, now?”

I whispered quietly, but Siron did not respond.

“Jana…”

“Not sleeping.”

“…”

“If you want to say something, say it. Because it’s okay.”

Siron opened his mouth while staring at the ceiling. Lucia soon made up her mind, snuggled into her arms and whispered.

“Is it okay for you to reveal that you are a hero?”

“…It’s okay. Not yet.”

It is okay to reveal that you are a warrior. His agitation did not come from barely revealing his identity as a warrior.

“By any chance… Can I ask why you were hiding it?”

Since Shiron was rarely agitated, it was natural that Lucia’s worries grew.

It’s okay to take things for granted.

“Because we are not fighting for sacrifice or fame.”

The words I saw during the day are not okay.

“I don’t want anything. I just want to kill the Demon God.”

“…I see.”

Lucia stared at the ceiling again.

She pours her whole life into it and yet expects nothing. Lucia is now even feeling noble.

‘What did I want…’

When I was Kylie, I had a lot to wish for.

Fame. A warm family. A home where you can relax with peace of mind. Most of these things have been accomplished now and are insignificant, but at the time they felt distant, so Kylie always felt thirsty.

‘…Holy sword. ‘I won’t be able to hold it.’

Miracles occurred one after another. That never happened, not even when she was Kylie.

Perhaps the guy named Shin did that because he thought Shiron was more of a warrior than Kylie…

Lucia thought quietly and fell asleep.