episode_0148

When the moment came when the warrior and the saint were separated, there was an order from the king to secretly kidnap the saint.

When I heard that a superior had hit his head with an ashtray, I thought the king was going crazy because he had seen God in his dream.

But at this moment, I felt like I knew why they wanted a saint named Veronica.

They say he has never held a blade or pulled a bowstring, but he borrows a weapon from nowhere and uses it as if it were his own body.

I even felt like I knew what it meant to be a person who is loved by God and through whom God’s power can be communicated.

So, isn’t the first person of the Holy Kingdom the Pope or a Saint?

I didn’t feel like the person fighting with his nose bleeding was weak.

Actually, it was questionable. No matter how much it is God’s command, the saint is closer to heaven, so I thought it would make sense to skip the saint and give the order to the king.

Well, I didn’t have time to think about that right now.

The Pope has been absent from the Holy Kingdom for quite some time now, and it has been a while since the first person was established as the King.

In the end, I just had to do what I had to do.

*

My head is spinning. If I continued like this, I felt like I would collapse from exhaustion. I feel like my mind is being torn apart into pieces, and it even feels like my mind is turning completely white.

If this continues, won’t ‘me’ disappear completely? There was also a vague fear.

But what can you do by worrying about such things? Instead of weighing your body and mind, you should be weighing your life and spirit.

Even if I tried to stay still and keep my mind intact, I had no choice but to struggle because the only thing left in front of me was inevitable death.

I even think that if I’m going to die after experiencing pain over and over again, it’s better to choose to die like this.

In the end, wouldn’t I be receiving the karma for not fighting and trying to watch from behind?

I don’t know. Now I had no idea how to fight.

He makes a knife out of light, slices open his wrist, and splatters blood.

“God, burn the evil before me.”

As I pray earnestly, the blood scattered ahead instantly ignites into blue flames. My vision is blurred and I barely wake up from the feeling of being dazed by chewing my tongue.

“Kkkk!”

Using the torch as a smokescreen, he pulls out his weapon again in exchange for the blood from his wrist. What weapon should I pull out this time? I thought about it for a while, but in the end, since I didn’t know any weapons, I just used what I knew.

As I made a sword and held it, bright yellow gold light flashed, and I dug through the sacred fire and swung the sword at the man.

Kaang! I hit it hard and my body was pushed back.

The man’s sword pierced my abdomen and pulled it out, causing me to vomit blood as nausea welled up in my stomach.

After I managed to control my staggering body and let out a sigh, the wound that had been pierced as I groaned had long since disappeared without a trace.

All that remains are blood stains on the clothes and traces indicating that the knife has passed through.

“I thought it would be easy since I’m unfamiliar with combat, but it’s hard to not have such an annoying opponent. It’s a difficult enemy to neutralize.”

“Huh,” he exhaled.

I can’t believe it’s so hard to neutralize. It seems like they’re on the path to self-destruction, so even if there’s a little delay, they’ll be neutralized right away.

That’s why I’m going on the offensive.

If time dragged on like this, I was the one at a disadvantage.

I wiped the nosebleed with my sleeve, frowned, and swung the hand holding the sword in the air, turning it into a bow.

I raised my shaking arm and aimed the bowstring at the man, and the man made a tired face and straightened his posture.

As expected, facing an enemy who knew how to fight and whose strength was overwhelmingly different, it was difficult to properly demonstrate one’s strength no matter how deceptive the ability was.

No matter how good a sword is, if the person wielding it is someone like me, it is nothing more than a lump of iron.

The nosebleeds won’t stop.

pain. This only made it difficult to fight.

However, that doesn’t mean the other person is a good person who will wait until the nosebleed stops, so in the end, I just had to move on.

“God… Look upon me and grant me peace and rest… !”

Faba Park. In an instant, the arrow was fired at the man, and the man rushed towards me, only hitting his vital points or his legs.

My tongue clenched. The enemy that rushed at me like this without caring about the damage to my body was extremely annoying.

Of course, the most annoying thing was that I had some skill in blocking, parrying, and holding on to every attack.

Change the bow back to a sword and strike it down. I was pushed and pushed with so much force that I ended up losing my balance, but now I had no intention of receiving the next attack.

I hope you think about it like that.

Even if you hold a weapon in this position, is it possible to counterattack?

Even if you keep holding on to your weapon, you will eventually be pushed aside like this again. Is there any good in that?

When I was thinking about it for a while, something suddenly occurred to me.

How did I come into possession of this weapon? Why was the first thing I picked up was a bow?

In the end, it was about turning my heart into a form, but I didn’t know why I had arbitrarily decided that it could only be used as a weapon.

Kylon raised his greatsword. Linda put on her knuckles, Agnes wielded her rapier, and Flora chanted a spell with her staff.

I didn’t want to overlap positions with anyone.

It was clear that there would come a moment when others became upwardly compatible or downwardly compatible, where some people were useful and others were useless, and there would be a distinction in class, so I wanted to avoid that.

But at this moment.

The moment when no one wants me.

I no longer have any reason to give such consideration.

God, was it jealousy that made them abandon me?

But I couldn’t say anything to them.

After your heart has already been broken, it will have rotted away from suffering.

If I could use my power as I wanted without having to worry about anyone else, I could pay any price.

If only I could escape this crisis, if only I could protect myself until Kylon comes.

The knife was getting closer to my body as I lost my balance and fell backwards.

At the same time, I stretched out my hand and released light.

Instead of releasing the power from the correct posture, my body crashed and rolled on the floor.

Blood kept flowing from both sides of my nose and I felt like I couldn’t breathe through my nose anymore. I had to open my mouth and breathe through my mouth.

“Whoop, whoop… ”

The moment my vision narrowed, what I saw was the enemy’s face.

Fortunately, it seemed like he fell backwards with me.

I felt like a vein was forming in my temple.

“… Saint… If things continue like this, I will die. Please come back with me.”

I heard a voice that made me think that that person was desperate too.

I sympathize. But it ended there. I had no intention of losing.

He also stood up and started wiping the blood that flowed from his mouth, as if he knew that it was unlikely that someone would see him.

It was safe to say that we were fighting for a person’s future, so we just kept going.

Now even standing is limited.

My breathing was getting harder and harder, and my vision was getting dizzy and dark, so I felt like I couldn’t even keep my balance.

After barely exhaling and squeezing out the nosebleed with my hands, I wiped it away and faced the other person with the feeling that it was the last time.

And as he rushed to the ground, he stretched out his hands forward.

“God… ”

The light flashed once, and after that, my mind plummeted to the floor.

*

“Veronica! veronica… !”

I felt like I was going crazy. The roads were not as clear as modern mountains, but it was a rugged mountainous area, so it was difficult to judge the same location when looking at it from high up and when looking at it from down.

The only thing I could guess was the direction, so I just tried to take as few turns as possible along the path that showed the cliff.

As I worked hard to come down and search for it, I finally came into view of a waterfall.

“Where did it go… ?”

If it was true that I had fought up there, Veronica should have been waiting for me here, but I also wondered if my paths had crossed with Veronica.

Should I go up the opposite path again and find Veronica? Before I had that thought, a corpse came into view.

The blood splattered around suggested that someone had fought here, so I knew it wasn’t something to be taken lightly, and I saw the body being kicked.

A mark resembling a gunshot wound that went cleanly between the eyes.

There was nothing else in this world that could make such marks other than Veronica’s print marks.

Because regular arrows can’t leave such clean marks on the head.

If that’s the case, then Veronica was taken here now.

After that, as I looked blankly at the grass, I noticed that the lying grass was being dragged around.

The moment I shifted my gaze and quickly followed behind, I saw a tired-looking man dragging Veronica tied with a rope.

“Me, you son of a bitch… !”

I advanced toward the enemy, hearing the sound of my teeth grinding.