episode_0063

The Witch of Joy was dragged straight to the foreign church.

Anyone who had lost a family member to the Hukkeshni would have been opposed to being taken to a foreign religion, but no one opposed Dakota’s choice.

Because I know full well what Dakota just asked.

More than half of the people here now know Dakota’s past. They know well how and when her family died.

Because when Dakota was trying to convince Hukkeshni that someone had lost a loved one, Dakota told her own story.

And the witch, who had no idea what she had just said, kept begging for treatment, saying that if she continued like this, she would die of sepsis.

The person there looked at Dakota.

Dakota smiled at the onlookers and gave instructions to have it surgically treated.

The believers who heard those words took Hyungkesuni to the room.

And after putting him to sleep with medicine, they literally performed a surgical procedure.

The cleanly severed arm was disinfected, the cut surface was sealed with medication to stop the bleeding, and the crushed right hand was surgically amputated near the forearm and then managed.

After performing such a procedure on the limbs, a magic spell was drawn along the spine in case of an emergency.

Of course, in the case of legs, only cuts and puncture wounds needed to be treated, but they were all treated surgically.

I can’t say that there was no selfishness, but there was no one there to point that out.

But since he didn’t die, it’s definitely a happy ending for everyone.

The next day, a day later.

Inside the carriage heading to the headquarters of the foreign mission.

Hulkeshuni screamed as he woke up from the medicine.

I woke up and my arms and legs were gone.

A person who thought it was human to scream in surprise answered in front of her.

“I cured it just as you wished. Witch of Ecstasy.”

“What kind of treatment is this! Arms! Legs! Where did they go! How can those who call themselves priests do such things!”

As soon as he thought of himself as a victim, Hunkeshni’s attitude immediately became more severe. The outburst of someone who does not know what his current situation is can be seen as quite pitiful by some.

Dakota?

Smiling.

And instead of swearing, he answered like this.

“Be blessed.”

blessing.

The Hukkeshni knows. If you receive it, all your wounds will be healed. But it is the price you pay for giving up something important.

Nobody knows what the important thing is.

The Hungkesuni know what happens to a human being when he is deprived of what the outside world calls warmth.

Losing their human form, they become monsters that wander in search of warmth. In the past, they had obtained permission from Yasle to steal someone who had become a monster.

But the monster couldn’t be trapped.

All magic was disabled, and the bars were sharpened when locked in the cage. So the monster was killed before the situation became dangerous, and the sacrifice, which had its warmth taken away to prevent further experiments, was immediately disposed of there.

But I can’t put into words that foreign media are evil monsters.

No matter how evil you are, you know that if you say something wrong here and now, you will be killed immediately.

If you tell a foreigner that foreign media is monsters, he will rebel.

Who would let live someone whom their own god calls a monster?

Instead, he asked in a loud voice.

“Do you think you can bless someone like this?”

The one who smiled at that question was none other than Dakota.

“Of course. The Witch of Joy. You must receive the blessing.”

I thought that Hyukkesuni was a woman with a screw loose in her head, worthy of the title of saint. But if you hear the truth, you will surely find that she had a screw loose in her head in a different sense.

Because Dakota is thinking about what happens after she receives the blessing.

No one has ever been blessed twice.

Once you are blessed, you are often unable to heal a second physical injury unless you gain a special ability.

First, let’s receive the blessing, and then let’s make it the same again.

Dakota thought this.

She has no intention of letting Hulkeshuni die easily. It’s okay to be shady. It’s okay to act in a way that doesn’t fit your current position. It’s okay to let go of everything you’ve built up.

Because I can finally get my revenge.

That day.

Dakota remembers the moment when her parents were murdered by a witch right in front of her, and her chest was stabbed with a staff with a skull attached to it. She was cold and filled with fear and despair.

She has no intention of letting Hukkeshni die in peace.

With different thoughts in mind, they soon arrived at the capital of the Kingdom of Ancellus, the headquarters of the foreign religion and the holy place.

And then I was taken straight to the foreign mission headquarters.

The headquarters of the Foreign Mission is not a grand temple.

Rather, the appearance itself was too shabby to be called the headquarters of any religion.

The foreign mission originally purchased and renovated several buildings in the square and used them.

But it better represented the name of the foreign mission for the marginalized, and so we used the building for over 10 years.

And when Hukkeshni was taken to the room in the basement by Dakota, he saw a very strange person.

“Foreign news? That’s ridiculous! You, you can’t be here!”

As soon as he saw her, Hyukkeshni turned pale and screamed. But soon he saw that her hair was blonde and realized who she was.

“No, are you Rebecca? Rebecca Rolf? You’re still alive after almost a hundred years? Like that?”

Even Hukkeshni was surprised when they finally met again after nearly 90 years. Rebecca looked exactly the same as she remembered.

She looked like a witch, as if she hadn’t aged at all. But she didn’t seem like a witch at all. So I asked her a question, hesitant.

“It’s been a while. But shouldn’t I be the one asking if you’re still alive?”

Rebecca affirmed as she looked at the hunched over chestnut on the cold floor. Her tone was normal, as if she was talking to someone she knew.

Rebecca doesn’t particularly hate Hukkeshni. She just hates people.

So, even when he met Hukkeshni, he didn’t show any special reaction. Hukkeshni thought he was not a hostile person and lifted up his severed arm.

“Let me go. I made my arms and legs like this. I even wrote a book to summon them for the foreign press! I’m not a bad person!”

Hukkeshni desperately made excuses to survive. Even though he was Hukkeshni, he knew that the reason he was dragged underground where no one could hear his voice was not a good reason.

I have that much insight.

Of course, it’s too late.

So she made an excuse to the foreign press that she was not a bad person. In fact, she wrote a book that could call the foreign press.

“Oh, this is it?”

He threw a thick book in front of her. The book fell to the floor and opened. You can tell just by looking at the page that was open.

That’s a book written by Hukkeshni.

“Yeah, I wrote this! How about it? Calling the foreign press? Isn’t that what you want? I can help you!”

But as he looked down at her, Rebecca showed no reaction. Hukkeshni’s heart sank.

As a smile spread across Hukkeshni’s face, Rebecca giggled.

“A confession, that’s great. After summoning something, you wrote a summoning trap that turns it into hard rock.”

You interpreted it.

Despair flashed through Hukkeshni’s head. If this continued, he would definitely be killed. Hukkeshni had missed the most important part.

So I try hard to make excuses to survive.

“Well, not just anyone can summon a god, so if you can’t interpret this, it’s obvious that you can’t summon a god, right? Huh? You guys also feel bad when your god is suddenly summoned to a strange place? I’ll help you properly.”

Hyukkeshni swallowed the words behind her. The words, “Please save me,” could easily lead to my death. She knew that very well.

Because Hyungkeshni has killed many people who begged for his life, he really knows.

Rebecca giggled.

It was so eerie and creepy that a giggle escaped from Hyungkeshni’s throat.

As Dakota, who was upset, tried to move, Rebecca raised her hand to stop her. Then Rebecca pointed her finger at Hukkeshni and opened her mouth.

“This witch has a habit of laughing when she’s scared.”

A very long-held secret of Hukkeshni was lightly revealed. Hukkeshni wondered how he knew this, and then remembered that the foreign media had seen through his mask.

“You, were you watching everything through the foreign news?”

Rebecca listened to Hukkeshni’s words, thought about them, smiled at Dakota’s expression as he realized something, and then looked back at Hukkeshni.

“That’s right. The squeaky-shy. And I’ve seen more than that. I’ve seen who the foreigner once was, and how he became the foreigner.”

But he didn’t necessarily say that he hadn’t seen everything, because he thought that if he had kept watching it, he would have gone crazy.

And that’s why I know.

People must fear the outside world. It will do anything to kill a person, if only to remove even a little bit of that coldness.

Rather, the cold was so painful that I couldn’t understand how I had endured it until now.

The memories of the foreign news were so painful and horrible that he was sure that, no matter what the future held, it would immediately take away the warmth right in front of his eyes.

Rebecca approached Hukkeshni, who was sitting on the floor, and met his gaze.

Hukkeshni’s pupils dilated.

Because Hyungkeshni wasn’t stupid enough not to know what was in those eyes.

“You. No way.”

He absentmindedly extended his right arm. It was amputated less than a span from his shoulder, but Hyunkeshuni intended to point with his index finger.

“Looking at your appearance, I can’t possibly interrupt your call for a foreign messenger.”

And then he got up from his seat.

“Dakota. Don’t just enjoy it yourself, share it with someone you have a grudge against. Then I’ll be going now.”

Waving to Dakota, Rebecca left the room. Rebecca had to be caught, but Hukkeshni couldn’t say anything.

Because the expression on Dakota’s face as he walked forward from Rebecca’s side was one she knew well.

“On the day the foreign correspondent passed away, there was a girl whose parents were murdered in front of her, and who was stabbed in the chest and died.”

The woman wearing the mask of a saint spoke with a very soft tone. Hyungkeshni had no idea what the woman in front of her was saying. However, she knew that her life was in danger.

And now he knew that no matter what he said, he couldn’t escape.

“The foreign god saved my life. After that, I lived only to kill the witch.”

The tone of voice changed in the middle of the conversation. And the sticky hatred that Dakota had been hiding until now came out. Only then did Hunkeshuni realize where he had slipped up.

And then I could understand where on earth I went wrong.

barely.

Or too late.

“Let’s stay together for a long time. Because I’ve gathered a lot of people who hate you.”

Crunch.

The door closed with a very heavy sound.

The fact that this space was completely isolated hit me straight away.

The scream reaches nowhere.