episode_0051

How can I describe the feeling of being filled with strength?

okay… It feels like the sacred power that was depleted after being healed by a priest is being replenished.

However, there is a clear difference from divine power.

‘It’s rough.’

Ssss-.

Dark, rough, damp, and fierce. There is a clear difference from divine power.

However, one thing is certain.

I feel like I can do anything.

And, actually.

Kwaaa-!

“Hey, what is that!”

You can do anything.

The warriors fighting for the country are startled when they see the razor-blue energy on my great sword. They must be feeling it too. The energy I am emitting now is completely different from before.

What kind of energy did the fallen angel, Lucifer, give me? Because it was such an urgent situation, I signed the contract without any hesitation, so I don’t know what kind of strength he gave me.

Anyway, Lucifer kept his promise. It gave me the power I wanted, to save everyone. I feel it with my whole body.

“Hryaaap-!”

The great sword vibrates. The sword is crying powerfully. I swing the crying sword.

The aftermath was amazing.

Kwakwakwakwakwa-!

A great sword filled with ink wields the power of the devil. The crescent-shaped aura extends hundreds of meters, cutting through everything in a straight line.

Armor, spear, shield, and cloth. Nothing dares resist the Aurors. That can no longer be considered a sword aura.

Qi accumulates and accumulates, infinitely overlapping. A strike that would have been impossible with a single strand of ki becomes possible when hundreds of strands of ki overlap.

A new area. I felt it instinctively. This is the state of ‘absoluteness’ that worldly bards talk about every day.

“Aaagh! My arm, my arm!”

“Road service! Wake up! Open your eyes!”

“Everyone be careful! Here we come again!”

I swung the great sword again, which was completely different from before. The limbs, which had been weak just a moment ago, were filled with a brightly colored, monstrous force.

The sword is as light as a feather. I don’t think I need to gather all my strength and swing it just once. Using my overflowing power as a basis, I launched an attack that I normally would not have dared to launch.

Shuaaa!

My great sword swings in all directions. There is nothing to hesitate about. Any spear that touches my aura, whether iron or wood, breaks like a bunch of millet. An inexplicable feeling of elation took over my mind.

Bones, flesh, and blood are flying around. It would be appropriate to say that it is a hearty meal. With each strike of my sword, countless lives are fleetingly lost.

Excited, Excited-.

Chop clap clap!

“Ugh! Everyone avoid it!”

“Can’t be blocked by a shield! You have to avoid it at all costs!”

“Damn it! How to avoid attacks flying in all directions… Wow!”

Excited, Excited!

Every time you swing the sword, hundreds of lives are taken down. It’s like I’ve become a great person. A transcendent being who kills dozens with a single wave of his hand, and causes hundreds of people to become distraught with a single wave of his foot.

… … Awesome human being, aren’t you?

“ too, run away! It’s a fight and you can’t even resist!”

“Ahh! Lord, if you are going to kill me, kill me quickly! You monster bitch!”

“Where did you suddenly get that kind of power? ! But how can divine power be so extinguished?”

Those fighting fighters are running away with faces filled with fear. The enemy itself is impossible.

This is not a battle. It’s a massacre. Like a hungry lion among a flock of sheep.

The smell of blood is in full bloom. My mind is consumed by a fishy feeling. There is red blood everywhere.

My strength, my sword.

It’s so strong.

Kwakwakwakwakwa-!

Everyone looks at me with fear. He tramples on the weak and weak, and takes the glorious steps of a winner on top of them.

At the tip of my sword, countless enemies are torn apart. No one is trying to stop me. Due to overwhelming force, I lost my will to fight.

From the position of the strong, cut down the body of the weak. Weak people are not qualified to stand on their own two feet on the battlefield. Just like I did before, and now just like the warriors who fight for their country.

You should be ashamed. This is the power of the devil Lucifer. I should not be proud of this strength, because it is not a strength I have developed step by step through training.

I have abandoned you. As an apostle walking the path of faith, I shouldn’t have done that, but I turned away from the Lord and received the power of Lucifer. Therefore, it is right to feel ashamed.

Shuaaa!

The Lord did not respond to my plea.

The devil gave me a hand of salvation when I needed it most.

Who is on my side?

Is this the Lord whom I have trusted all my life, but who has ignored me?

Or, even though he may have had a plan, was he a devil who continued to watch over me and help me?

It was impulsive, but I can say it now that I made a pact with the devil.

The devil is my savior.

“The ranks are all broken! Hurry and reorganize your formation!”

“General, do it! It’s impossible to stop that thing!”

“Damn… ! The main team is winning almost everything!”

“… Oh, that’s right.”

There was a main unit.

I was so absorbed in the power that gave me a sense of superiority that I forgot something important. I almost made a big mistake.

Without wasting time, I kicked the ground. It was to help the main unit. The side troops of Tuguk have already been annihilated by me, so there is no need to worry too much.

Pa-ang!

I just kicked the ground, but the ground was as soft as water. It’s because my leg strength is so strong.

Jump hundreds of meters in one leap. I feel like I have become a god. Now that I think about it, I understand that the evil symbolized by the devil Lucifer is arrogance. Anyone with this kind of power would have no choice but to become arrogant.

As I ran towards the main unit as if flying through the sky, I saw warriors fighting for the country and the 1st Holy Knights fighting in a chaotic manner. In the midst of them, my father and the leader of the fighting nation, Agesiliad, were engaged in a fierce and bloody battle.

Red blood flow and waves of divine power collide and mix like a tornado. The shock of countless sparks flowing within it prohibits anyone from touching Agesiliad with the father.

However, as soon as I saw their duel, I realized something.

That now is an opportunity.

When that monstrous Agesiliad is preoccupied with the fight with his father, the only chance to catch that monster is to take advantage of this opportunity and attack him by surprise.

Agesiliad, the undisputed greatest warrior on the continent. He was born a cripple, but through endless effort and battle, he ascended to the throne of fighting the country. He was the strongest of the strong, having attacked the dragons alone and proudly returning alive.

If this were a private site, I would be polite and not conduct a surprise attack.

This is a battlefield. Instead of courtesy, it is a place of barbarism where winners and losers are distinguished.

I only fight and kill.

Kwaaa-!

“Hmm? When!?”

I wield a black aura. A huge auror whose size is incomparable to when using divine power turns into a crazy-sized sword that is dozens of times the size of a great sword and falls on Agesiliad.

Father and Agesiliad’s eyes widen when they notice my intervention. It took a moment for their startled expressions to come into view, and then astonishment spread across their faces.

“Be, Beatrice! What is that energy? Why is the sword ink-colored?”

“Paradise Beatrice? You were running to the left earlier, but what happened to the left? You… … Were you wiped out?”

Agesiliad does not give me time to prepare for my attack. I used the energy and acceleration I had gathered while running and struck Agesiliad directly.

A blow that will kill you if you don’t block it. Agesiliad immediately tried to swing his spear in my direction.

“Pope!”

My father, who suddenly came to his senses at my shout, gave more strength to the great sword that was competing with Agesiliad.

Knock knock!

“Qu… ! These people… !”

A harsh moan flows from Agesiliad’s lips as the spear is tied to his father. It is a groan as one realizes that a crisis has arrived. However, it was already too late. Because my sword was fired.

“Ha-ab!”

Black aura rains down. A blade as big as Mount Tai fell on Agesiliad’s head. The next moment, Agesiliad was cut in half and dead. I just cut the hardest thing I’ve ever cut.

“Great, great king!”

“The King has been defeated!”

The warriors who lost their focus are engulfed in confusion. Then, they all take a step back and start running away. The absence of the greatest force that never backed down must have been an indescribable fear to them.

Rolling, falling, being chased, entangled. As they step on each other, the number of injured and dead continues to increase. The sight of Abigail’s return made me feel good for some reason.

I chased them. I did not want to leave alive the shameless heretics who dared attack this church. I heard my father calling me from behind, but for some reason I couldn’t hear it.

All that can be heard are the screams of the heretics who are losing their lives.

“Aaagh!”

“Damn it! Kill it! I will hate you in hell!”

“Kwaaa! Save me!”

“Don’t come! Do not come… Ah!”

Death follows behind.

Death chases life.

I am death, they are life.

I sentence them to just judgment and bloody revenge.

Wow!

Under normal circumstances, throwing yourself into enemy territory alone would be crazy, no matter what anyone says.

But I am not who I am now. This is proven by its growing strength. The countless warriors who fight against my country and are torn apart without even struggling with my sword prove this.

So, cut, cut, cut again.

After cutting so hard that all I could see was red blood.

In front of me was a mountain that wasn’t on the map.

It was a mountain made up of corpses and weapons.

“… Sir Beatrice.”

I heard my father’s voice. I lowered my great sword and turned my head.

I felt dizzy. Killed too many people. Cold sweat runs down the back of my neck. The overwhelming pleasure I felt from committing murder and violence has not yet cooled down. Tension crawls all over my body.

There is a lingering feeling. It’s a bad lingering feeling. It is an immoral emotion that a faithful paladin should not feel. Confusion, guilt, stress. Emotions that gnaw away at a person’s spirit come up again and again.

Tuguk is my enemy that invaded this church. If I hadn’t killed them, people in this church would have died. My murder was justified.

-When you are experiencing an internal conflict like this.

A real problem that had been forgotten has come.

“Can you explain that energy?”

My father says.

“Profanity! How blasphemous! No matter how you look at it, that cannot be considered divine power given by the Lord!”

“Dark, ominous and gloomy… Isn’t that Magi?”

“Magi! That can’t be possible! This church’s proud Lord Beatrice is a Magi!”

“But then, how on earth should I explain that power… .”

The elders are buzzing.

“I’m scared… That sister’s clothes are red… .”

“She’s covered in blood, but… The color of the energy on that sword is completely… .”

“Isn’t it Buddhist scripture? Can a paladin who has received the Lord’s blessing use energy other than divine power?”

“… Still, everyone survived because of that power.”

“Should an Inquisition be held? ? No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem like a natural force like elemental magic… ?”

There is turmoil among the subjects.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I saved you.

If I hadn’t made a pact with the devil, you would all be dead by now.

The more I slowly realize what I have done, the more I realize.

My mind became anxious.

*****

In the end, I was sent to the Inquisition for openly using the power of the devil in front of everyone.

Public opinion was quite positive towards me. I stated that I had to make a contract with Lucifer in order to save the Pope and the Holy Knights, and since my behavior was flawless, most people believed me.

And the decision that was made… It was quite favorable to me.

“Originally, should a demon who made a contract with a demon be made a Buddha? Taking into account the fact that the motive for making the contract was for the benefit of others, the admirable feelings, the achievements made by Sir Beatrice in the past, and the feelings of Sir Beatrice who made a contract with the devil against her will.”

“He shows mercy to Sir Beatrice, who was forced into a terrible contract, and hangs her.”

Yes, indeed, it was very friendly.

If there is life and death.

Most people would consider life better than death, but there is also life worse than death.

For example, a life with a contract with the devil. The church truly thought they were showing ‘mercy’ to me and sentenced me to death by hanging.

It is a kind of martyrdom. Death was provided as an escape to prevent us from being swayed by the wicked devil and to prevent us from losing our faith in the Lord.

However, there is one problem.

My heart has already turned away from you.

I want to live up to my contract with the devil or whatever.

The good news is that what befell me was not a shameful death. Usually, those who are declared apostates by the Inquisition are sentenced to be burned at the stake, but I was sentenced to be hanged according to the ‘mercy’ of the religious order.

Anyway, when he was locked up in prison and just waiting for the date to be hanged.

“That’s it, Captain!”

“Lucio?”

Clap!

Lucio, who was once one of the Holy Knights under my command, opened the prison door and hurried in. How does he have the key? Also, why is he so urgent right now?

“I created an escape route! Let’s run away!”

“… ! Lucio! you… !”

“Damn, no matter what, people still have to live! The leader did something wrong and needs to die!”

The reason could be seen from Lucio’s subsequent shout.

“I heard you made a contract with the devil! But in the end, you were trying to save me and other knights! Of course faith is important, but how can it be more important than life! There are people and faith, but not faith and people!”

“Lucio… ! If you get caught doing this… !”

“As long as you don’t get caught! I don’t want to do this either! I have no choice but to do this because I owe my life to the leader! shit! The leader is so stubborn! It’s been said since ancient times, but in times like this, you have to break the decrees and orders!”

“… !”

Lucio opened the iron bars with a key he got from somewhere and took me out. I was confused by the sudden turn of events, but I knew clearly what I had to do.

Must survive.

You have to run away.

Lucio was right.

There are people and faith, but not faith and people.

Perhaps it was a foolish self-justification for survival, but I, who had abandoned the Lord, agreed with Lucio and escaped from prison.

After that, I ran without looking back. Only for survival.

I had to get out of Seonghwangcheong and go to a completely different place. Even if I ended up living alone, I couldn’t accept death. It was a strange thing.

When I charged at Tuguk with only divine power, I thought it didn’t matter if I died for my comrades.

Now that I have accepted the demon energy, only the instinctive desire to live has risen infinitely.

After quickly grabbing my great sword, I rode the horse Lucio brought me and started running toward the castle gate.

There were people blocking me here and there, but I ignored them and went out of the way. I had the strength and agility to do that.

So, how long did it run?

It was around evening when the sun was setting, and we reached the eastern gate of Seonghwangcheong.

There, in place of the gatekeeper, a large man stood blocking the gate. With a stern expression, he looked towards me at the setting sun.

My father, Pope Saint Constantine.