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III.

The Demon King and his powerful family who will stain the continent with blood will descend, so my children, be alert and prepare.

I give strength to the descendants of the heroes who made the final arrangements in preparation for the tribulation.

―From the 32nd Lord’s Oracle

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It started suddenly without any warning.

This is how priests who heard the voice of the main god in various temples serving the main god on the continent began to speak in tongues. The status of those who conveyed the words of the main god were all different.

In some temples, the bishop delivered the words of the main priest, in some temples, the lowest-ranking trainee priests, and even in some temples, believers who visited for prayers delivered the words of the main god.

Although the content was slightly different, several phenomena occurred in common among those who delivered the oracle.

Unconsciousness, Halo, Holy Power.

I have heard rumors that these three phenomena accompany it, and that it sometimes shows miracles such as healing all the sick people around it while speaking all the oracles at the same time, but this is unknown.

However, the contents of the trust were certain. It is also true that the moment the oracle came down, the hero’s descendants began to awaken everywhere.

There was a lot of talk about the reason why this unexpected oracle came down.

They say it’s because of the endless war,

They say that the mistake of oppressing a different race is only now coming back.

It is said that it is the result of the nobles’ trickery that caused Yeongji-min to fall into a ricochet.

It is said that the position differed from country to country and region to region. Of course, I only found out about this much later, as I have never been outside of Creşti.

Unlike all the countries that made such a fuss, there were those who were the first to recognize and accept the trust. And fiercely.

It is a sacred kingdom.

It was natural for the Holy Kingdom to rise up, but when this fanatic kingdom rose up, all countries stopped diplomatic disputes and accepted the oracle and acknowledged it.

Why?

well?

Perhaps to a country where those fanatics do not believe,

―Are you ignoring the oracle? Are you a pagan? Are you going to war?

Isn’t it because I’m afraid this might be the case?

Anyway, a total of 31 times since then.

I heard that every time the descendants of thirty-one heroes appeared, all countries took the lead in ‘recruiting’ the descendants of the heroes.

how?

The answer is a mysterious and striking phenomenon that awakens the potential of the descendants of heroes and grants them new powers.

A pillar of light that appears whenever a hero’s descendants receive the power of the main god. The so-called Divine Blessing, the grace of God, cannot be ignored even if one wants to ignore it.

This divine blessing was enough to attract people’s attention regardless of day or night. From my own experience, it definitely happens even while I’m sleeping.

Bright light that is clear but does not hurt the eyes.

A deep divine power that seems to heal just by looking at it.

A pillar of light containing these two penetrates the clouds and falls to the ground. Toward the descendants of heroes.

When a being receiving the favor of this god appears, the entire continent steps forward to secure the hero’s descendants. The word ‘secure’ may sound coercive, but it is not secured in the sense of coercion.

Once God’s grace comes down, priests and paladins are dispatched from temples spread across the continent to protect the descendants of the hero who received the grace. Even if the person who received the grace is a rare murderer or a sinner who has committed a heinous crime, he is protected by the temple.

That’s why it was expressed as secured.

In other words, it means ‘securing’ the descendants of heroes who received God’s grace from the hands of others.

“Stop!!!”

Like right now.

As the black armored knights of the Caligo Church came running, their cries penetrated the silence of the festival that had just been stopped by the Divine Blessing and reached my ears. Clearly.

If it was heard by me, then it must have been heard by the Rom family members with their helpless faces, right?

The group of paladins was approaching at a rapid pace. Even though it is a city of the lower class, there is a temple of the main god in most cities, and even in fairly large towns, so of course there was a temple in Creşti, which was given the title city.

The time it took for the black-armored paladins to come out and arrive around Rom after hearing the shout to stop—probably because the voice contained divine power—was only about a minute at most.

“Stop.”

As soon as the paladins arrive, they surround me and keep a lookout for Rom and his family.

“Ah, father.”

“… shit! How do I do it?”

“… … .”

Venerom and Shailom ask Rom what to do. And after hearing the questions from his two sons, Rom’s eyes turned towards me, swaying like a ship caught in a storm.

Rom, who is a fear to me and to the other gypsies in Creşti, is now trembling with fear as he looks at me. Like a beast who met a predator.

“Cook!”

I smile again at that insignificant appearance. I don’t know how many times I laughed.

No. It’s more accurate to say that I don’t know how many times that old pig has made me laugh. is not it?

“Are you okay? Candidate.”

“Candidate?”

“People who are descendants of heroes and have received God’s grace are called candidates. But are you really okay?”

“Yes. are you okay. It’s okay like it’s never been this good before. I have more questions than that. They say the candidate will not be punished even if he is a murderer?”

Did you guess what I meant by asking the question? The middle-aged man who appeared to be the representative of the Holy Knights only twitched his lips and could not easily answer yes.

“Gasp, yes, that’s right.”

Instead of the man, a panting old man’s voice answered my question.

The gaze naturally turns towards the direction from which the voice was heard. An old man with a wrinkled face and sweating. If it weren’t for the priest’s uniform, I know who that old man is, who reminds me of a grandfather I commonly see in the neighborhood.

He is the highest priest of the main temple in Kreşti. In a word, it means that he is the biggest hit among those here.

“I see. A murderer… … . I’ve been curious about this for a long time.”

I was able to smile sincerely at his answer. And one step taken. At the step I took, Rom and my two sons backed away in fear and collapsed on the floor.

“What, what!”

“If you become a murderer, how does it feel to kill people? Thank you. really. The God whose name was not revealed. Thanks to you, I can experience it.”

Another step.

But before I know it, they are trying to get away from me by crawling on their hands and feet to suit their size and shape. Realizing their superiority, all they can do is act like a scared dog.

“What the fuck! good! Come on!! candidate? What is that?! A pseudo-fortune teller who just fiddles with cards!!”

Shaylom, Rom’s second son, scolded him as he took out a small short sword with a blue blade from the scabbard behind his back and held it. He stopped the paladins who were about to take action and stretched out his hand toward his mother’s card deck that was scattered on the floor.

I simply stretched out my hand. I didn’t bend over and pick it up.

And I wanted it.

‘Gather together.’

Churrr!

Cards scattered here and there simultaneously floated in the air, and soon began to pile up on my outstretched palm. By itself.

“Huh? Huh?!”

Was that scene something he had never imagined? Using Shailom’s bewildered voice as background music, he memorizes the spell for his first summon as a card master.

“A person who was betrayed by his faith, but escaped death through the supreme love of his teacher. The one who laughs while shedding bloody tears. I, White, command with the authority of [Card Master]. Appear here!”

Huh!

It started with a passing breeze.

The wind that started like that continued without stopping, drawing concentric circles around me.

Not only Shailom, who excitedly drew his sword, but even the grateful old priest who answered my question gradually moved further and further away from me, shielding his eyes from the blowing wind.

The Gypsies of Creşti, who were watching this scene from quite a distance away, drinking and dancing in anticipation of my execution, gradually retreated due to the harsh wind blowing, then sat down on the floor, put their heads on the ground, and took shelter from the wind. I try hard to do it.

That series of scenes.

It was no different from the image of a slave submitting to the absolute.

Fuuu!

An echo left behind by the calming wind. There is a woman who appears in the background of that echo.

“Is that my master?”

“Okay.”

The woman does not have the attitude of extreme respect, loyalty, or submission that is usually shown to the person she calls ‘master’. Unfortunately.

The woman with interested eyes looks me up and down, then nods, the corners of her eyes curling like a cat satisfied with the languid sunlight.

At the same time, the way people automatically focused their attention by crossing their arms was even violent. Is this the violence of voluptuous beauty?

What are you talking about?

If you look at the woman who has just appeared, you will definitely understand what I am saying.

Her body is tormented by leather clothes that are shiny and darkly and uniquely reflective of the light emitted by the bonfire burning in the center of the village and the magic lanterns scattered throughout the streets.

If you look at the waist, arms, and shoulders, it clearly looks like it was custom-made. Nevertheless, the reason I expressed it as ‘harassing’ is that, no, the body part is the breasts.

She definitely does not have breasts that feel like lumps of fat due to obesity, like those of a noble family’s mistress.

The tight leather clothes couldn’t cover her elastic, yet impressively voluptuous breasts, so she had no choice but to open the zipper on the top of her chest.

It’s like a gate that is wide open to welcome precious ‘guests’.

I can’t believe she had her arms crossed like that.

It is clearly a very pleasant violence for men in another sense.

Look.

Even the priests and paladins who serve the main god can’t take their eyes off her breasts!

‘It’s a good attitude. ‘Mmmmm.’