episode_0076

If you ask me to choose my specialty, there are many things I can name if I think about it for just a moment. Because I am a genius.

Disguise, magic, stealth, swapping, card games, etc… There are so many that I can’t count them on my fingers.

However, if you ask me to choose the most useful one among them, I would not hesitate to choose one.

‘pickpocket’.

A catch that steals items at lightning speed by slipping one’s hand into someone’s sleeve. Its uses are endless.

You can steal the key to an alley ruler’s secret vault, steal the imperial emperor’s documents, or steal the hammer of Thor, the god of thunder. Please note that these are all my experiences.

Of course, it is not a problem to quietly remove a single rosary from an ignorant and insensitive barbarian and commit a fraud.

To be honest, half the number was close to gambling. Even if you do something with the rosary, there is no guarantee that there will be seasoning to make it ‘savory’.

But, I believed.

When Nioh Yohan was enraged by the death of a wolf named Scarface and set out to fight the Dragon King forces. Saint Irowell remained alone and patiently waited for the death that would come to her.

There’s no way I didn’t know. For humans, the brain is not something that is just a decoration.

So, what does a person waiting for death do during that short period of time?

If you are white, adapt it for white people, if you are a thousand people, adapt it for thousand people. Of course, each person is different, but… If you are Irowell, who values Yohan more than your own worth.

Perhaps, he might have done something helpful to a young boy named John. Crucially, Irowell handed over the rosary to John just before his death. Based on those two things, I took a gamble.

It was a huge hit.

[You are not late today.]

The saint’s voice comes through my rosary.

Please do not be mistaken. It is ‘my’ rosary. Not the ‘silver’ rosary that Irowell gave John, but the ‘silver-colored’ cross.

“Ahaha, were you waiting? Our baby saint?”

[It would be a lie to deny it.]

“What do you mean you can’t deny it? former? The latter?”

[It is the former.]

“Then what about the latter?”

[I am not a baby. Haven’t you ever made fun of me by calling me an old maid?]

“Tsk tsk, yes, that’s right. The saint is not a baby. Because I wasn’t even born yet. Should we consider it a soul body? Or a baby angel?”

Although they are gleeful and make fun of the saint, the saint is not uncomfortable. Unlike Beatrice who accumulates anger and holds it in, like Aru who bites me, who criticizes me as an arrogant squire like Uriel, or who cackles cheerfully like Nioh.

She smiles quietly. Even though I can’t see your face now, I can tell.

[What happened today?]

“Something interesting happened in many ways.”

[Can you please explain?]

“Of course, but before that, I want to ask you something. I want to know the saint’s opinion.”

This is something I’ve always been curious about while listening to the story of King John and Saint Irowell.

“Suppose there is a very large enemy in front of you.”

[yes.]

“An enemy so large that daring to resist it is meaningless. If you fight, you will 100% die. Not only do we make saints, they all die.”

[yes.]

“But the saint’s friend was killed by such an enemy. Are you going to take revenge?”

This is Nioh Yohan’s position.

If you were a saint, how would you respond?

[I will not take revenge.]

“Really? It’s surprising.”

[However, I will resist. It is a courtesy to commemorate a deceased friend.]

“You’re going to die anyway? It’s a shame, and the saint’s resistance won’t even be able to make a dent in that monster, right?”

[Have you forgotten how I ended up trapped in the Tower of Babel in my past life?]

Oh right.

In her past life, the saint was the only woman who raised the flag of resistance even when everyone else surrendered to the devil.

In one canyon, millions of demon lords were held captive for as long as twenty days. In the end, he even made the three dukes of the Demon World move.

King and Queen, and… Even Crazy Jack. The person who could make three absolutely strong men move even though they were weak was Saint Mary. The strongest saint of all time. I forgot about it because I was only looking at an insignificant figure in the rosary.

“Then, let’s change our perspective a little.”

[yes.]

“There are close friends whose deaths must be commemorated, but the saint also has close friends whose deaths must be protected. But this friend of mine was even more upset about the death of his dead friend. Are you saying you’re going to go out on a limb? So what should the saint do?”

This is Saint Irowell’s position.

Although there is a difference in that the opponent, unlike the Demon Lord’s army, does not have any malice.

[You know the posture Seongguk took when I was struggling in the canyon.]

“… Um.”

[I will send my friend back. If you don’t listen, even if it means knocking you out. How can we not stop someone who throws himself into a burning pyre?]

“But the saint didn’t do that.”

[Because that is a saint. I grew up in the grace of the Lord and lived off the rust of the Lord. Who will look up to the Lord and respect the saints if they cannot step into the role of sacrifice at important moments?]

“But, there must be a lot of saints who will run away, right? I’ve already seen a lot of those guys. There was even a guy who begged me to save him because he would sacrifice his mother to me.”

[It’s because I still lack discipline.]

“Kwikkk, 99 out of 100 would be like that. It may be rare to see an adulterous child who even sells his mother.”

Is that Saint Mary’s answer?

with pleasure.

“If I look closely, it seems like the saintess is being too strict with herself. Isn’t that what humans are like? When you make a mistake, you rationalize it by making an excuse, but you become strict when it comes to other people’s mistakes.”

[Isn’t that why there is such a thing as doctrine? So that foolish people can reflect on their lives more accurately.]

It’s not wrong.

But, if goodness is such an ideal thing.

Why does our merciful Lord ignore the suffering of his sons and daughters?

Maybe you don’t want to intervene in the human world? Is the status or majesty of God more important than the lives of his children?

or not… Are you unable to intervene?

Communication time with the saint is precious time. It is a short period of time, only 20 minutes a day, that should not be wasted carelessly.

But I keep having other thoughts.

A thought about an old friend, almost two hundred years since I last saw him. It shouldn’t be like this.

Kanos, the demon lord who fell into arrogance and lust.

What is that guy doing now?

Should I eat and go?

*****

“Ugh… !”

A sigh flows between the blonde girl’s lips. A moan accompanied by red blood flows out and wets the underside of the chin.

The girl is wearing a bandage. On my right shoulder, where all the skin on the inside was torn. They were trying to forcibly stop the bleeding by wrapping it in tough bandages.

Jeopuk-.

The sound of low steps pierced the girl’s ears. The girl’s head slowly turned, and a pitch-black creature entered her pupil.

The identity of the creature was Demon King Kanos.

“Are you tired?”

“Are you worried, are you?”

“There’s no reason why you can’t.”

“… Yeah, you’re the only one to worry about.”

“There are now three hundred years left.”

“Not much time left.”

“It feels like your body is screaming.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re too hurt right now to say those words with confidence.”

The Demon King raised his hand towards the girl. Woo-woo- The black magic that fell from the Demon King’s fingertips flowed into the girl’s body. Soon, the wounds decorating various parts of the girl’s body healed quickly.

“Did you inject demonic energy into humans who serve God?”

“I am a god among gods.”

“… Damn it.”

“You probably won’t be in a position to take any chances, but your next opponent is going to be quite tough. The Olympian gods brought a monster. Hecatoncheirs are monsters with fifty upper bodies in one entity.”

“Chet, are you even cheering now?”

“There’s no reason why it can’t be done.”

chin-.

The girl stood up, leaning on her knee, which was creaking just a moment ago, but was now completely healed.

And then, I took one step at a time, neither fast nor slow. Holding the holy sword Excalibur in one hand. The sound of a heavy sword blade being dragged across the stone floor filled the girl’s path.

Forward, forward.

Darkness where you can’t even see an inch ahead.

A battlefield where tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of monsters have been fought. And it is a battlefield that will continue to be fought in the future.

Towards the Colosseum, the arena of the gods.

The indomitable warrior, Frey de Siegfried, walked silently.

fin

The duke’s mansion in the dark and deep southern part of the Demon World.

Only one living thing lives there. Until 200 years ago, two creatures lived there, but one of them killed two of the Northern Duke’s sons and was imprisoned, so the remaining one became one.

“Haaam-.”

One woke up from a long, deep sleep. He was nicknamed King and had the spirit of a male duke who ruled the southern part of the Demon World.

He is a demon who has lived the longest in the demon world and is an unchanging supreme being who is actually ranked second in rank, excluding the demon king. The status of the Southern Grand Duke King is so great that some speculate that most of the previous Demon Kings are below the Southern Duke.

Such a being arose. It was something that would make the entire demon world nervous, but King himself was just dazed.

That’s because it was the first time in 200 years that this happened. The brain, which had been immersed in the magic of sleep for two hundred years, started creaking.

“Umm… Umm… .”

Eyes made of tomatoes look around. The light green cucumber nose sniffed the air, searching for information.

This is to find out how much time has passed.

“Two hundred years… Has it been about that time… .”

Awesome, awesome-.

King blinked his mischievous gaze a few times. It seems like there was definitely something I shouldn’t forget, but the memory was so blurred that it was difficult to remember.

“What was that… Ah.”

A sigh came out of King’s mouth. This is because, in my blurry memories, a ‘promise’ rose to the surface.

“Now that I think about it… The reckless guy who was either Oscar or Chaos decided to bring a new subordinate in the near future… Why haven’t you come yet?”

Even if I tried not to limit myself to just sight and emit a feeling of energy, I couldn’t catch anything in the vicinity. Even though it took a whopping two hundred years.

However, to the old monster called King.

“… First, let’s go back to sleep, wake up, and think. Only two hundred years have passed now… .”

Sreuk-.

For an old monster that has lived for millions of years, two hundred years must have been too short a time.

King, lying on his bed and covering his head with a blanket, tries to sleep. The temptation of laziness, which even the highest-ranking demon cannot avoid, causes King to fall into a dream.

Locked eyes, half-asleep consciousness… King mumbled in his sleep.

“If it doesn’t come even after three hundred years… I’ll have to visit sometime then… .”