episode_0136

After completing her purpose in the East, Agnes returned to the Islands.

During the not-so-short journey from the East to the Islands and back, Agnes felt it clearly.

“Strange. You.”

They are lying side by side in the bedroom.

Agnes asked, stroking the Deltan’s cheek.

“It’s been strange ever since I came out of that statue. What’s going on?”

Deltan seemed to be lost in thought.

He seemed to avoid conversation, and it was clear that he had trouble sighing at times.

Nevertheless, Deltan simply gave the same answer to the question posed.

“… I was just thinking about a way to extract magical flowers.”

Deltan’s hand overlapped Agnes’ hand.

He was smiling an unusually soft smile.

Agnes prides herself on being able to love all aspects of Delta people, but she is not very pleased with this aspect.

“Is this something you can’t tell me?”

“It’s because I can’t organize it.”

“If I wait, will you tell me?”

“Must.”

Deltan added strength to his joined hands.

Agnes looked into his golden eyes.

Am I tired?

The golden eyes shining under the half-opened eyelids seemed darker than usual.

Agnes brushed Deltan’s eyes with her thumb and then spoke in a quiet voice.

“… I will believe it.”

If you try to dig into this story, you will only end up in a fight.

It was a terrible emotional drain.

Additionally, Deltan was a man who kept his word, so he would give an answer once he had organized what he was thinking.

“Thank you.”

Deltan again said thank you, which was unusual for him.

*

The next day, in the Count of Hebron’s office, Deltan was reading a letter from the imperial family.

It wasn’t a particularly great story.

The story goes that Henry, who diligently traveled the East while the Deltans were at Lachman Beach, eventually succeeded in concluding a railroad agreement.

Deltan folded the letter and put it in a desk drawer.

“Phew… .”

Deltan sighed and pressed his eyelids.

It is a reflection of what happened in the East.

-My name is Kelidon, Kelidon. A close friend of Lastoria and Palantir, the god who creates distant lands, and the star demon Kelidon.

The giant called himself Kelidon and left one request.

-Please save my children.

The kids probably aren’t talking about giants.

It probably refers to another dimension where he lives as the creator.

Of course, he wouldn’t have helped without a reason, so Deltan was willing to grant his request.

But isn’t it so?

Even if you want to help, you don’t have time to worry about the various problems he mentioned right away, turning your stomach upside down.

‘Agnes ergoragia.’

The goal of the quest is to awaken her divine blood.

In other words, we have to make her not human.

In that case, can we say that Agnes then was the same as Agnes now? Maybe I should kill her who has changed so much? Also, what does it mean to take purity?

This does not mean simply adopting chastity.

If that were the case, the quest should have been cleared automatically the day I first slept with Agnes.

Just thinking about it made my head ache, but Deltans had bigger concerns than that.

‘Fetal movement, fetal movement… .’

The quest to awaken Ergoragia was clearly named .

Of course, there was a reason why this quest was named that way.

Fetal movement refers to the beating of an unborn fetus.

The meaning of that word is intertwined with Mahwa’s quest, , and continues to paint a terrible picture in the hearts of Deltans.

‘Seeds, embryos, and flowering bloom only in purity.’

The clue sentences are assembled.

The empty space is filled with terrible reasoning.

‘The material of the contract is… .’

It is an organ of something.

That is, it is a part of the body.

It wouldn’t be any different if it was a demonic flower.

But isn’t it so?

Although we have collected various organs so far, we cannot create a living creature with just those organs.

In order for an organism to survive, the interaction of numerous auxiliary organs in addition to the core organs was necessary.

So, try changing your perspective.

‘… If you are inserting an organ called contract material into an already existing organism.’

If only we had to create life that could accept that special organ.

Ergoragia, the body of Agnes, who inherited the blood of Lastoria, and her castle will make a very good home.

Deltan’s teeth clenched.

‘Mahwa is a fetus. The child that Agnes will give birth to.’

I couldn’t see anything other than that possibility.

Although it is a possibility that I do not want to think about, there is no answer that can solve this whole situation as clearly as that.

Quest was brutally clear about wanting her to be in the past.

‘… ‘Don’t be a damn thing.’

Deltan stood up.

His expression was full of evil.

He was a man who was not cool enough to give up what he had acquired.

‘There must be a way.’

There must have been a reason why Palantir led him by revealing his existence to the hall.

There must have been a reason why the giant was trying to tell this fact.

Deltan immediately took his coat and went out.

“Gerhart.”

“Yes.”

“Going out. Get ready.”

“Where are you going?”

“By denomination.”

First, we need to find out about the new blood.

*

Cardinal Cargo of the Order was facing a Deltan who had stopped by for the first time in a long time.

“Oh, it’s been a while. What happened suddenly… .”

Did you bring Kaltara with you?

Cargo, who had gained a lot of weight again over the past few months, was only afraid that she would lose all of this fat layer.

But fortunately there was no trace of her.

Furthermore, the Delta man had the most stern face I’ve ever seen, as if he was about to talk about something quite serious.

Only then did Cargo feel puzzled.

“… Hmm?”

“I have something I want to ask the church. I want to have an audience with the Pope.”

He flinched, and Cargo’s fingertips trembled.

An audience with the Pope. Cargo couldn’t believe that these words came from the mouth of a Deltan.

Anyway, there have been a lot of conflicts between the Pope and the Deltans.

Didn’t even Deltan himself proudly say, ‘I will never have to regret the Pope in my life’?

Hebron, the Delta, overturns its own assurances.

It is a major event among major events.

Cargo realized that this was usually not a serious matter.

“… First, I want to hear your story. What is the purpose of looking for His Holiness?”

“I want to read the history of the Lastoria Church.”

“Why is that… .”

“We need to find out if there was a person who inherited Lastoria’s blood.”

“Um, you mean the Precious Blood?”

Deltan reacted immediately.

“Precious blood?”

The appearance is ominous.

Cargo cringed without realizing it and nodded.

“Ma, that’s right. If you are looking for something about the Precious Blood, I can help you. The person who first established Lastoria’s denomination was the one who inherited the Precious Blood. I know something about the history related to him.”

“No, I’m not looking for that person. I’m looking for whether that blood line is connected. Don’t you know anything about that?”

“ wouldn’t have been connected.”

As far as Cargo knew, the Precious Blood was not something passed down through blood, but a blessing that resided in the soul itself.

In other words, even if you give birth to a child, it will not continue.

Kargo explained that fact.

Deltan did not seem convinced at all.

“… No, I’ll have to look for it myself. Let me meet the Pope. Because I want to ask you to open the forbidden library.”

“Umm… .”

It is difficult for Cargo to be caught in the middle.

However, just refusing it didn’t seem like it was a serious matter, so Cargo sighed and eventually accepted the Deltan’s request.

“… Let me talk first. I don’t know if the Pope will allow it.”

“Thank you.”

Cargo’s mouth dropped open.

‘The Count… .’

… Saying thank you?

Kargo pinched his cheek.

*

In religious circles, this blood is called Precious Blood.

More fundamental information collection was needed about it.

At least that’s what Deltans think.

‘Latoria is the creator of this land.’

The core of this quest is the examination of the divine blood that turns Agnes into Ergoragia.

For that, more information was needed about Lastoria, the original owner of the blood.

In fact, the part about Lastoria has remained a mystery even to Deltans.

‘Where on earth is that bitch and what is she doing?’

If you look at Amman, he does not belong to any party.

That’s why it’s not like Palantir does not have a front and center.

If Lastoria clearly exists somewhere, there are no traces of her presence anywhere.

‘In-game, there was no way to directly connect with Lastoria.’

This was the same even if you played as a paladin or priest class.

They used Lastoria’s power in the setting, but there was no direct contact such as her blessing or grace.

Was it any different just because you were actually sucked into this land?

‘no.’

It was the same.

Lastoria only proved its existence through the history of the church and its sacred power, and no story about it could be found anywhere.

‘We need to find Lastoria.’

What if the new blood came from her?

Also, if she is Mahwa’s mother who built this land and built Mahwa together with Palantir.

I could only explain that she was the answer to the problem at hand.

“… The Pope granted an audience.”

Meanwhile, Cargo came with news.

Deltan stood up.

“Good. Let’s go right away.”

After leaving the waiting room, I passed through the hallway of the church.

I took the elevator up and arrived at the top floor of the church.

A door studded with five-colored jewels on top of solid gold.

That was the door leading to the throne room.

“I have come this far. Ho, if you do something that is disrespectful to the Pope… .”

“I don’t do it. Do I look that thoughtless?”

When Deltan frowned and spoke, Cargo pursed his lips.

I’m angry for some reason.

Deltan glared at him for a moment and then walked forward.

“See you later.”

“Hiik!”

Leaving Cargo behind, Deltan opened the door to the throne room.

Kugugugugung, behind the sound, a room surrounded by light separated by stained glass appeared before Deltan’s eyes.

“You came. Count of Hebron.”

An old man was sitting at the end of a long red carpet.

He has a thin physique and has dark spots all over his face.

His eyebrows and beard were long, like those of the Oriental hermits known to Deltans, so long that they covered both his eyes and mouth.

He was wearing a brilliant white robes and had the symbol of Lastoria hanging around his neck.

“Let’s meet the Pope.”

“You still don’t know how to respect your elders.”

The long eyebrows lifted, revealing the shadows under the Pope’s eyes.

In fact, the Deltans are the only people on this entire continent that cannot be suppressed.

Because it was impossible to subdue religion by force.

“… Annoying old man.”

“A brat-headed kid. Now, tell me.”

The Pope bowed and asked.

“What is it that you ask of me, bowing down to your stiff bristles?”

The Pope smiled crookedly.

Anyway, it’s an inspiration I don’t like.