episode_0071

Tuk-

My head rolled to the floor, and my limp body fell to the floor.

“Good performance.”

As expected, the holy sword easily cut off the witch’s head.

The overwhelming energy that cut the sarcophagus like tofu did not disappoint Siron.

but.

When dealing with beings who wield unknown powers such as magic or witchcraft, more careful handling is required.

“Where…”

Siron did not take his eyes off the witch he had killed.

A curse or another pattern that is activated upon death.

I became aware of its presence and observed the body that was starting to cool.

If the witch who just cut off her head was a high-level strongwoman, a spell or spell would be activated upon death.

Still, red liquid is gushing out from where the holy sword passed. The pulse hasn’t stopped yet.

and.

“…It was a mess.”

Only after the body had completely cooled down did Siron feel at ease.

Surprisingly, the battle ended smoothly.

The witch’s heart stopped, and no spell or magic was activated. Siron put the holy sword in his palm and looked around.

‘But I didn’t just hallucinate.’

The landscape collapsed as if melting. Siron guessed that this unfamiliar scene was a phenomenon of the witch’s death causing the hex to be lifted.

“Poetry? Are you Shiron?”

Lucia came into Siron’s field of vision.

She was breathing a little hard and her eyes were a little bloodshot, making her look like she was out of her mind.

‘Why is he like this again?’

Siron narrowed his eyes and took a step back from Lucia.

Lucia is not in her right mind and is dangerous. No matter how much he swung the holy sword, it would be rude to compare him to a witch who died with a single sword. Siron recalled the scene where Lucia, who had lost consciousness, pierced his solar plexus.

“Why is there no answer?”

Lucia opened her eyes brightly and glared at Siron.

Siron felt a tingle of life. If I answered incorrectly, I felt like a fist filled with white energy would suddenly land in my face.

“… Wow. Even if it is disguised as a poetic theory this time…”

“Hey. It’s your brother, so calm down. Relax your fists.”

Siron quickly cut off Lucia’s waist. He smiled as benevolently as he could and held out his palms in front of him.

“……Really?”

After hearing Siron’s protest, Lucia crossed her arms and stood a little crooked. Shiron sighed as if he was tired.

“Yes. How should I prove it?”

“Then let’s ask a few questions.”

“Do whatever you want.”

Lucia pursed her lips for a moment, then clenched her fists. It looks like he has decided on something.

“My, when is my birthday.”

“I don’t know. You never told me.”

“……The theory is correct. Wow.”

Lucia rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. The slightly distressed expression on his face was clearly correct. As soon as I confirmed that he was alive and well, the tension eased.

That was when I felt such relief and was trying to get my mind together.

Thump-

Siron grabbed Lucia’s shoulder. Lucia’s shoulders trembled a little at that suddenness.

“What, what is it?”

“What is it?”

Siron held Lucia’s shoulders tightly and brought her face close.

“Check to see if there are any injuries.”

Siron looked at Lucia with a slightly worried expression. Feeling somehow embarrassed, Lucia became as stiff as wood.

“Because I’m fine… Stop it.”

“Why should I stop?”

Siron spoke as if he was pressing Lucia.

“I am your older brother. As your older brother, I have a responsibility to at least make sure you aren’t hurt.”

“…”

Lucia’s face turned red. The boy’s eyes were staring at me so hard that I felt like I was going crazy. But Siron pretended not to know that reaction.

From a blind spot that Lucia couldn’t see, Siron slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

‘I really need to kill my spirit this time. That way you won’t show your teeth again.’

No matter how much of the witch’s trick it may have been, Siron felt extremely displeased with Lucia’s murderous actions toward her brother.

I was relieved that our relationship had gotten better over the past year. Having just been exposed to Lucia’s murderous plan, the possibility that Lucia could kill him at any time was once again engraved in the back of his mind.

Siron pressed the top of Lucia’s head. Lucia could not resist.

Unlike his usual mischievous behavior, Siron was now truly worried about Lucia. At least Lucia felt that way.

Shiron, satisfied with that attitude, smiled.

“You act a little like a younger brother.”

“…sorry.”

“Right.”

-young master! miss!

It was then. A loud voice was heard outside the tent.

“Are you okay?”

Soon, large figures wearing armor burst into the tent.

The knights looked to the source of the smell of blood inside the tent.

The body of a woman was lying on the ground with her head cut off.

The knights were astonished at the terrible sight.

It wasn’t like seeing a corpse for a day or two, but the sight of it lying in a mess in front of the guard was quite a shock to them.

“Keuhum. You’ve come to the right place.”

Siron cleared his throat once to get their attention.

“I’m thinking of going somewhere, let’s go together.”

*

Camp of the 2nd Division of the Holy Mace Knights.

“Mr. Yohan. What happened? Even accompanied by knights.”

Malleus Garibaldi, commander of the 2nd Division, personally served refreshments to a distinguished guest whom he had not seen in a long time.

Johan Urheim. Adjutant of the Changcheon Knights. Hugo Prien’s right-hand man. He had his face stamped every year for the subjugation festival and was a person worthy of being served tea by Malleus himself.

“It’s no big deal. I looked across the street and heard that you were here. I came to see how you are doing.”

John naturally treated an acquaintance he hadn’t seen in a long time. Malleus just bowed his head to Johan. The old driver who was sipping tea in front of him now looked a little uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry for making you take the first step. I should have come to see you in advance.”

“Wrong.”

“…Yes?”

“I didn’t stop by here to tell such boring stories. You still lack a bit of tact.”

John nervously crumpled the pancake in front of him into his mouth. Malleus felt that the old knight’s behavior was a bit unexpected.

“There is a witch here.”

Suddenly, John said.

“The witch, that evil thing, is wearing armor and using her limbs to act as a mercenary. Do you know this?”

“…I just felt confident.”

Malleus closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I’ve been investigating her for quite some time, but I only have a hunch and nothing is certain.”

“Did you even need physical evidence?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand. Wouldn’t it be okay to just catch them and make them spit out the truth?”

Malleus looked a little perplexed at Johan’s words.

“When on earth are you talking about?”

“Hmm? Isn’t interrogation, including torture, a method you enjoy using?”

“Ha…”

Malleus put his hand to his forehead as if he was a little troubled.

“That’s a really old story. In today’s world, if you catch someone and torture them right away, it’s a perfect opportunity to be punished by believers. If you do something wrong, you could even be dismissed.”

“Huh. Is that so?”

“To go back to the story… The number of disappearances increased rapidly in each city where the woman stayed. And that’s only by selecting boys who have not yet reached puberty.”

“And yet you still only had heartburn?”

“Yes. Judging by the fact that it didn’t leave any mana footprints. It looks like hexes were used. As I leisurely left the city without leaving any evidence at the scene, I was in a situation where I had no choice but to keep watching.”

According to the subordinate’s report, the suspect also approached children at the station’s observation deck today.

However, the woman acted as if she was protecting the children from this side. It is said that the subordinate was unable to do this or that due to his clever trick to defuse the situation.

“In any case, since Mr. Yohan realized that the woman was a witch, he must have left traces that he was not aware of. So what do you think? What is the basis for saying that she is a witch?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know any proof that she is a witch. I’m still just depressed.”

at that time,

Miscellaneous noises arose from the entrance of the tent.

“Why all the fuss?”

Malleus scolded the subordinate guarding the entrance.

“Captain. A guest has arrived.”

“Guest?”

Malleus and Johan focused their gaze as they felt the presence of several people approaching.

*

“…Master?”

John, looking at Shiron accompanied by the knights, hastily stood up from his seat. Siron smiled at Yohan, who was a little embarrassed.

“Have you eaten?”

“Master. How did you come here? Moreover, the young lady is also there…”

“Please answer first. Have you eaten?”

“…Not yet.”

“Then that would be fine.”

Siron gestured to the knights standing behind him.

Then a knight holding a wooden box came forward.

“I came to give you a gift.”

With those words, the driver opened the wooden box. There was a supply of suspects suspected of being witches.

“…what the hell is this.”

“Witch’s neck.”

Malleus had a hard time keeping up with the situation.

Seeing that Yohan called him Master, I could roughly guess the boy’s identity. but. The suspect’s head that the boy brought was enough to embarrass him.

Malleus tried to understand the situation.

The boy in front of me summarily tried a suspect suspected of being a witch and presented it to the Holy Mace Knights’ camp.

As soon as he recognized that fact, cold sweat began to flow down Malleus’ back.

In this situation, there was room for it to look like Malleus had instigated the boy to carry out a witch hunt. If you conduct a witch hunt without proper evidence, you will be dismissed.

Malleus prayed earnestly to God.

‘I hope that boy brings proper evidence.’

“But is there no compensation? It is said that if you kill evil people and contact the Holy Knights, you can receive a precious elixir.”

“Boy. Is there any physical evidence that she is a witch?”

Malleus swallowed his saliva and spoke slowly.

“It’s a crystal that contains the energy of a curse… something like a withered human finger or eyeball.”

“No? There is none.”

Malleus slumped down in his seat. Siron tilted his head at the unexpected reaction.

‘Is it because it has become reality? There’s a strange procedure.’

In Reincarnation Sword God, as well as demons and cultists, if a knight presented evidence of subjugating a witch, he or she was given a reward commensurate with his/her prestige.

“Wouldn’t this head be evidence? At first glance, she looks like a witch.”

That means it looks pretty.

“What a witch! Doesn’t it just look like a woman’s head?! ”

Malleus was dumbfounded by the boy’s shamelessness. The two words ‘dismissal’ began to fill Malleus’ mind.

But it didn’t matter to Siron whether he was sweating or shaking.

“Then let’s do it like this.”

Tak – Siron placed the witch’s head on the table and shook his hands.

“Nothing happened between you and me today. This is it, right?”

“…?”

“Why are you tilting your head? Creepy.”

Malleus couldn’t understand what the boy was saying. Also, I didn’t understand his calm reaction.

Although Malleus had punished many cultists and criminals, he had never seen a child act as shamelessly as the boy in front of him.

‘A crazy child psycho killer may have killed innocent civilians, so let’s just bury it like this?’

Doesn’t he calmly bring up his severed head and proudly suggest that we tell a story that never happened? I also saw outcasts from the slums, and out of all of them, Shiron was the most psychotic.

I thought I was making too much of a fuss, but the next words that came out of the boy’s mouth were the final blow.

“Doesn’t Seonghwangguk have anything like law enforcement or self-defense?”

The boy made a sullen expression, as if he was a little troubled.

“I almost died.”