episode_0217
by fnovelpiaWhile Rin and Arphia were dealing with the priests at the gate, Karami entered the city with Rin’s magic.
The inside was no different from the outside.
A considerable number of priests were stationed there.
“Miss Mirabelle, how do you feel about coming to the Holy Land?”
“Hmm. I don’t think there’s anything huge.”
“It seems like only yesterday that you would tremble and hug me even if a priest passed by.”
He showed symptoms similar to a seizure.
Even though his favorability rating wasn’t that high, he unconsciously hugged me, which showed how much he was afraid of the priest.
I still remember Mirabelle’s trembling at that time.
Mirabelle, who was like that, stands proudly and without fear in the middle of the Holy Land, surrounded by numerous priests.
A new realization of growth.
“It’s all thanks to you, Master.”
“It’s sad that Mirabelle of that time relied on me, but it was really nice. It’s a shame that I can’t see her anymore.”
“Hehehe. I always depend on you, master, then and now. I’m a fool who can’t do anything without you.”
Karami stroked Mirabelle’s cheek with the back of her hand, and Mirabelle smiled brightly and quietly accepted his touch.
“Do you want revenge?”
Mirabelle has power.
Having lost her family, she deserves it.
But Mirabelle shook her head.
“A slave does not need personal feelings. He does not need to think. All a slave needs is his master’s orders.”
Nothing in the slave’s power can take precedence over the master’s command.
It was Mirabelle’s absolute value.
“Excellent.”
Karami smiles contentedly.
Mirabelle no longer needed plausible words.
At that moment, a light burst from the gate.
It looks like they’ve started there too.
He placed his hands on Karamigami Label’s shoulders.
“Okay. Miss Mirabelle. The time we’ve all been waiting for has come. Let’s create a world where witches no longer have to live in hiding.”
***
While many nations have been founded and destroyed since the distant past, the holy nation of Cassillon has stood firm.
Although most of its members were human, their loyalty to the kingdom and their bond with each other were on a different level from other kingdoms.
Led by God, they were not a group of individuals, but one in themselves.
Two is better than one, three is better than two, and four is better than three. The more they unite, the stronger they become, according to the believers of the Order and Balance Sect.
Moreover, this is Cassillon, the holy place of the religious order.
From the commanders of the Knights Templar to high priests and created apostles, it is reckless and unimaginable to deal with all of them.
Even the Demon King, the king of the demon tribe, shook his head and ran away.
Mirabelle herself was carrying out this reckless act.
A group of knights strengthened by divine power.
Plus the blessings of the priests.
The armor and weapons of the knights, blessed by the priests, flashed with dazzling lights.
There are so many things that could be called fraud even if there was just one.
The Knights Templar, who had been blessed with what some might consider absurd blessings, rushed toward Mirabelle, but could not get close.
Mirabelle tapped her cane.
Boom!
A simple explosion of magical power, not magic.
However, the results were not simple.
Access is denied.
The knights who had been charging forward with great momentum fell like fallen leaves.
“Can’t get near!”
“Ugh! What kind of monster is that…! What’s the damage?”
“0 deaths! Recover to resume battle!”
It’s lucky that there were no casualties from that attack.
There are many priests here, so as long as you don’t die, you can get up and fight as many times as you want.
But if you can’t even approach, it’s just a meaningless assault. We desperately need someone with outstanding skills to open the way.
The problem is that Leonhard, the commander of the White Knights, is guarding the gates, and Knox, the commander of the Black Knights, disappeared overnight.
As well as several high-ranking clergy, including Cardinal Marsenus.
It’s a shame that such a monster would attack when our main forces were gone.
“Please step back. If you block my master’s path, I will be angry too.”
“Do you think you can retreat? Don’t be afraid and charge! Just hold on a little longer and reinforcements will come! Protect the saintess! God is with us!”
“Waaah!”
Mirabelle sighed at the enemies who charged at her without giving up. “Ugh.”
“This is why I hate priests. They don’t even think about what’s wrong with them.”
“Mirabelle, didn’t you say that earlier? Slaves don’t need to think.”
“Oh, my lord. I am a slave, so it is natural, and those people are not slaves.”
Is that so…?
I think so too.
A slave must listen to his master.
Karami was convinced.
Mirabelle, who summons the messenger of death.
The Grim Reaper swung his scythe of death.
A blue flash cut through the enemies.
Crunch.
The priests fall down like puppets with their strings cut. Their souls rise up above their fallen bodies and gather in the hands of the reaper.
“… Mirabelle?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry. It’s a habit. ”
Habit of retrieving souls?
What kind of habit is that?
“If I grow my soul with people’s souls, ‘Wouldn’t my value increase?’ So I thought it would feel better when the master frees me. Hehe.”
“… … .”
“But I didn’t kill him! Because it was my master’s order!”
“Please return it.”
“Yes… .”
Mirabelle sullenly returned her soul to its original place.
People couldn’t get up.
It would take time to come to my senses.
“Let’s move. There’s a place to stop before going to the temple.”
We are now in the middle of enemy territory.
At this moment, a whole truckload of people rushed to capture the slave messenger.
But if you have one well-raised slave, you won’t be jealous of ten others. With Mirabelle, it’s like taking a walk. I’m reaping the benefits of Mirabelle.
‘It’s definitely comfortable.’
In terms of games, it’s full-level and full-item.
Favorability MAX.
He is a terminal character.
Even the chains are on, so there’s no need to get hit in the back of the head.
It’s just a cheat key.
“Master, there are people gathered over there.”
Mirabelle pointed to a narrow alleyway between houses. I decided to check it out, not knowing what might be there.
It was wide enough that they could walk side by side without any problems, but Mirabelle hugged Karami because it was too narrow.
The alleyway you entered like that.
Inside, a small group of people were gathered according to Mirabelle’s senses.
They were refugees from fanatics.
In the corner, supplies were piled up, bedding was laid out, and a few priests who were not driven by madness were guarding the people.
“Huh? You?”
At that moment, someone approached the two people from among the crowd. It was the priestess Myra.
Myra’s eyes widened as she discovered Karami and Mirabelle.
“Little guy?”
“Hello, priest?”
“Little guy, how did you get here…? Didn’t you die? You went to your mom… .”
“Is my mother alive?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry?”
Myra, who had unintentionally committed a crime, apologized. However, she was dumbfounded because she did not properly understand the situation. It was an unconscious apology.
“Hey, slaver. What’s going on? Why is the kid still alive?”
“What? Does it sound like you’re saying that our Mirabelle absolutely has to die?”
“No, that’s not it! Why is the slave of the slave messenger alive!”
“I have never killed a slave before. Everyone just misunderstood and named it as such. What is a slave messenger? Where can you find a gentleman like me?”
Even though he said that, Myra couldn’t accept it.
Are you really saying it was a misunderstanding?
The slaves foam at the mouth and collapse just at the sight of the slave messenger?
You’re saying he wasn’t a pervert who only enslaved women?
So, the fact that he was found not guilty in court was not because God did something wrong, but because he was truly innocent?
Many questions were floating around in Myra’s head, but Karami had no intention of solving them.
There was nothing particularly special, so I turned around and left the alley.
Myra, who had been staring blankly, hurriedly followed him.
“Wait a minute, let’s go together!”
“We are busy.”
“I’ll just follow you without getting in your way.”
Myra was already unhappy with the current situation.
My feelings changed when I learned about Mirabelle during my pilgrimage. I wondered if they had been oppressing people based on stereotypes.
Myra, whose faith was already cracked, did not easily believe the saint who appeared, and thanks to that, she was not involved in this incident.
“Let’s say you didn’t kill the slaves. Then what is the purpose of your coming to the Holy Land? In this situation?”
“There’s a saint, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You are my slave.”
“Huh?”
“I had a little accident and came to clean it up.”
“… ?”
So, to summarize.
The slave messenger isn’t actually a bad guy, nor is he a pervert who kills slaves. The world was thrown into chaos because a saint appeared not long ago and shook up the order, and why did that saint happen to be the slave messenger’s slave?
“Perfect.”
“In the end, it’s all your fault!”
“Is that so? Haha.”
He was not a messenger who killed slaves.
He was a messenger who destroyed the world with slaves.
“All here.”
Before I knew it, I had arrived at a luxurious inn. It was where Karami had been staying.
“Hey, what is this? What the hell is this place?”
What Myra sensed was a massive amount of divine power. She had never received such clear divine power even from a cardinal.
Is there a god?
Karami did not answer and went up to the room where he was staying.
“As expected, you are here, sir.”
“It’s you again. Aren’t you tired of it?”
“This is my room, which I paid for with my own money.”
The person in the room is the former Pope Anthony.
It was the only place in the Holy Land where order was maintained, amid chaos and the loss of balance.
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