episode_0054

[I may not know about other things… but Lorian!!! I will not let that woman off the hook!!!]

[Do you girls know that disgusting sensation of your ribs being licked? That obscene touch, fiddling with your pelvic bones, is something you can’t forget!]

[Especially… that perverted behavior of treating others’ finger bones as pleasure tools for self-gratification…! I really can’t help but feel disgusted!]

Could the name ‘Lorian’ be a detonator, Ark Rich threw away her dignified appearance and began to shine like crazy.

I wondered what she had done to act this way.

Listening to what she had said earlier, even I was starting to feel a disgust I didn’t have before.

…Could it be that the possible parasite attribute of that sword guy transferred to Lorian?

The possibility seems plausible.

If she’s gone to the extent of crunching bones, she has long surpassed the lust shown by the original sword.

“I think I made a mistake here.”

Surely she won’t return triumphantly after being sent to die in the Southern Forest?”

Although I thought the possibility was approaching zero, it seems I misjudged.

I sent that woman to earthly paradise.

To the elves, I sent an open Pandora’s box.

“Suddenly feeling sorry for the elves.”

Thinking about those nymphomaniac pursuers still relentlessly chasing us, my teeth still chatter.

Thinking that I may have excessively avenged by sending a lesbian with a lustful desire beyond even Ark Rich to the Southern Forest, I began to feel like I might have gone too far.

…Well, I’ll handle it well anyway.

Who better than the ‘Erofs’ to do it?

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, madness for madness.

Since the Erofs’ madness doesn’t match Lorian’s, it will be quite a struggle, but I will find a solution to resolve the problem of ‘Lorian’.

It must end at the Southern Forest.

If we encounter the crazed Kressar who escaped from there, it definitely won’t end well.

“Maybe the basics are kidnapping and imprisonment?”

“What?”

“It’s nothing, oh right! Alain? I have something to ask you.”

As I express my thoughts on Lorian, I earnestly asked the priestess in front of me a question.

“About that Ark Rich, do you think you could lick her if asked?”

“…Are you serious about that?”

“…If I am?”

“You’ve finally lost it, haven’t you?”

Alain, who was chuckling for a moment, sighed deeply and shook her head vigorously.

Then, in a hesitant voice, she whispered a question to me.

“Why, would you like to hear the reason first before deciding? Why exactly are you asking me to lick Ark Rich?”

“Um… thanks to Lorian, I got some clues. I think such actions might be related.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Unfortunately, I’m serious. There are even valid reasons.”

I started explaining with an infinitely serious expression.

“I’ve heard that if you’re acknowledged by Agathon, you gain sacred power.”

“…Yes, so from the priestly position onwards, you can wield miracles through Agathon’s power.”

“Yes, and I’ve also heard this saying. The bodies of those acknowledged individuals cannot be touched by impure and corrupt ones.”

“That’s true…”

Did she realize what I was trying to say?

Alain, who was responding diligently, stopped talking and quietly closed her mouth.

Perhaps she wants to avoid it.

I understand your reluctance, Alain, the situation isn’t great.

I understand that feeling of revulsion.

But I can’t help it. I don’t have divine power.

Tap –

Nodding as if to say, “Go and try something,” Alain shook her head vehemently.

“T-There must be another way! There must be a more effective and dignified method rather than such vulgar and obscene means!”

“Hasn’t Lorian tried it? Even though their behavior is quite peculiar, they always manage to finish the given task, right?”

“W-Well, that’s true…!”

Alain, about to retort, shook her head slightly.

However, she soon muttered with a determined expression on her face.

“I can’t lick rib bones like Lorian.”

“But if I can’t defeat that wicked skull, I might end up licking them. That vile witch… because she will definitely order it…!”

…Alain, you seem to have misunderstood something.

When did I ask you to lick rib bones? I just told you to make appropriate contact to channel your sanctity.

And calling me a wicked witch? When did I treat you oppressively?

Though I looked at her with a sense of injustice, all that returned was an oddly fervent passion.

It was already too late to correct the misunderstanding, and even if I did, it didn’t seem like it would help in this situation.

So, for now, I decided to silently watch over Alain.

“You wretched and vile one!”

As we waited for a moment, Alain exploded with golden sanctity and charged towards Ark Lich.

Watching this with interest, Ark Lich erected a barrier and pulled her in, leading to the beginning of a true showdown.

—–

…How did it come to this?

I may not know where we’ve been transported to, but at this point, it seems like I’m doomed to face the Winter Lord alone.

Honestly… yes, I made mistakes.

Being insolent on the priestly subject from the front.

Not being able to control my emotions and striking Ark Lich with the ‘Hammer of Repentance.’

And on top of that, spewing the worst insults I could muster.

Certainly, I was in the wrong…

But what else could I do?

If I didn’t act like this, I might end up licking Ark Lich’s rib bones!

Even if I resist, that wicked witch will find a way to make me lick them!

Of course, it might not be true!

The situation was so urgent that I might have acted rashly! The probability of that happening is probably low.

Think about it.

Who is that witch?

Someone who feeds poisonous mushrooms to people claiming they are delicious.

Someone who threatens the fearsome Great Forest Elves.

Is that all?

During the confrontation with the Cult of Evil, she enslaved the apostles.

After winning the battle against the neighboring country, she threw Lorian to the returning elves.

She may deny it herself, but apart from appearing cute in front of the Cal brothers, she is the epitome of evil, a witch.

That’s Beatrice!

It’s definitely not a mistake.

That witch clearly said these words to me.

‘Like Lorian, try licking rib bones, touch the pelvic bones provocatively to neutralize the wretched ones.’

“It has to make sense.”

That’s what I say.

I absolutely refuse to listen to the witch’s words.

Rather than being wretched and doing such things, it’s better to fight back no matter who dies.

So.

“Wretched one, I will assist you in finding eternal rest.”

I decided to fight for now.

The chances of losing are high, but what can I do? I’d rather not overlap corpses and bodies.

Maybe I drank too many potions, feeling a bit dizzy, but it shouldn’t hinder the fight much!

After all, I am not a Paladin who fights physically but a Priest who fights mentally!

Was I preparing to defend against the wretched one’s attacks by using various sacred techniques?

Seeing me like that, the wretched one began to mock me.

“Oh hypocrite, you truly are foolish. Why do you seek a gruesome end when you could enjoy eternal glory with us?”

“Wretched one, while it may not appear so in your rotten eyes, this is how it looks through my eyes, blessed by the goddess.”

False eternity and glorious end.

With a voice that seemed indifferent, the eyes of the enraged individual began to glow red.

Perhaps indicating that anger had reached its peak.

Will they abandon their calm demeanor and show their rage? They seemed hot-headed when I last saw them.

And sure enough.

“Hypocrites are all… equally irritating…!”

The enraged individual soon exploded in anger.

Then, without much care, they started hurling threatening spells at me.

Boom – !

Crackle –

How many times did I endure?

Not even a minute had passed before the protective spells, teeth gritted, were almost torn apart by the magic unleashed by the enraged individual.

And when the long-awaited final shield was destroyed.

“Got you.”

Crash – !

A giant skeletal arm shot out from the portal created by the enraged individual, suddenly reaching towards me and grabbing me forcefully.

…This is bad.

My limbs are numb from drinking too many potions, and with this added strain…!

“Great and mighty Lord Arc Lich, would you spare a moment for a brief conversation?”

In an attempt to avoid the filthy and unpleasant situation, I put on the best fake smile I could manage.

Then, I tried every flattering phrase I could think of, but unfortunately, the enraged individual just snickered.

“Hmph, now you come with your pitiful pleas, after accusing me of having rotten intentions towards you? It’s too late, fool.”

“Well, then, if you must kill me, at least do it cleanly! I don’t want to die a gruesome death…!”

“Speak sensibly. Of course, you must suffer as much as possible before dying.”

As the enraged individual finished speaking, pressure began to build on the skeletal hand that remained.

…Oh no, this is really troublesome.

If this pressure continues, I…

Crack – !

Ah.

Soon, a sound of something shattering within my mind echoed.

When I woke up feeling a distant sense of relief.

“B-But I confirmed there was no essence available…! Where did this much essence come from…!”

I found myself surrounded by a golden light, screaming in agony, looking at the enraged individual and a witch who was smiling bitterly at me.

Life sucks.