I Killed an Academy Player - Chapter 152

Bad Saint Woman (2)

“I heard you’re going to a holy place?”

It was an unexpected face.

“Mir?”

“Call me Miriam.”

Miriam Elisabeth L Ras. My half-brother limping towards me, holding a luxurious cane.

Unlike Estelle, who is a bright, pure white saint, it would not be strange to say that Miriam is the ‘villain of the century.’

A poisonous snake.

An ominous red gaze and a body that spreads a strange color from the hair gestures to the movements of the feet.

Estelle twitched calmly as she looked at her younger brother, who was the complete opposite of herself.

“Did you miss our little brother?”

“You still have a light tongue, Estelle.”

A familiar war of nerves between sisters. Miriam was the first to speak.

“I heard you’ve been wandering around the Magic Tower these days? Same thing this time too.”

“Oh, are you worried? If you have someone close to you, tell me. I’ll give you special treatment.”

“joy.”

Magic Tower is one of Miriam’s main supporting forces. Even though the person who was caught is different, it is Estelle’s job to judge the captured wizards by charging them with heresy.

Estelle knows that Miriam is not worried about the supporters of the throne.

It is inevitable that the two people will be in a relationship where they bite each other.

As long as Estelle is a saint of the new church.

As long as Miriam is Miram.

The two sisters are bound to clash, and this is not a matter of concessions or anything like that, but rather a matter of not being able to tolerate each other.

Here, ‘the succession to the throne’ is a minor issue. Kingship was a means, not an end.

“What’s the matter? I don’t think you came to say hello to me.”

“How much do you want to pay?”

“…….”

“You know? I can pay any price.”

A sudden suggestion. The meaning of those words… Estelle knew right away. I had no choice but to know.

Because she had only one wish.

iced coffee. You finally figured it out. Much faster than you thought.

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“Estelle.”

Red eyes glared at her. Full of bottomless madness… My half-brother’s eyes have been so ominous and eerie since 12 years ago.

“You shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn’t have forgiven me. You don’t deserve it.”

“…….”

“You know, if you had changed your mind today, I would have gladly cut off one of my arms for you.”

“What is that…”

Miriam coldly turned her back on her sister as if it were her last chance.

“Mir…!”

“…….”

Miriam stands tall in Estelle’s restraint. Estelle expressed what consideration she could to her younger brother, who stopped for a moment.

“On the convoy… there is Queen Seon’s grave. If it’s okay… I’ll offer a prayer there.”

“under.”

Miriam laughs slyly and turns her head.

“I don’t need that god.”

It was a cynical sneer full of confidence.

* * * *

Preparations for the convoy transporting the criminals have been completed.

It was not appropriate for a saint to personally escort a criminal, but this time the situation was a little different.

Gangryun, who attacked Elder Morshtan, the head of the Black Sect, who was in charge of one of the seven schools of the Magic Tower, and Hwaran, an apprentice nun who received the protection of the Protestant Church.

In addition, there are those who were caught carrying out human experiments by the Cross Assault Group, a secret organization of the Catholic Church.

There are too many stinking guys. These are the guys you shouldn’t pass over.

“The saint is ready.”

A Holy Knight dispatched from Zion Cathedral, the stronghold of the Protestant Church, escorted her, wearing silver armor with the name of the Holy Name and the protection of the Holy Law.

Fifteen Holy Knights of Zeon Cathedral, fifty battle priests and battle nuns, thirty second-class guardians hired through the association, and kingdom knights and soldiers.

“Isn’t that too much?”

This is too much power to be used to escort criminals. In fact, they should be seen as a unit to protect Estelle participating in the convoy.

A saint and first princess. This is to prevent Estelle, the highest person in the church and kingdom, from getting hurt.

Of course, since we were escorting so many big people, we had to prepare for an ‘attack’.

“I’m sorry. To protect the saint…”

“Ah, I know, I know. Okay, let’s leave it at that.”

Seeing you say that, it seems like you’re a newbie.

A saint and a princess. Compared to her noble status, her attitude was quite poor.

But Estelle’s free behavior is not something that happened yesterday or today. The paladin who was guarding her gave her a look of subtle anticipation as she was about to board the carriage.

“What are those eyes?”

“Oh, that… I think the saint should do the starting prayer…”

Estelle was trying to ignore the annoyance, but many eyes were focused not only on the paladin but also on me.

Nuns, priests, knights, wizards… even horse drivers.

Saint Estelle’s prayers produce miracles.

It is a famous anecdote known throughout the continent and a real miracle.

‘With this many people… the effect will be reduced.’

Miracle child.

A saint who communicates with God.

Although she is free-spirited, she is not at the level of betraying everyone’s wishes and expectations.

In front of everyone, she held her hands together and began to recite a prayer.

“May the warm sunlight always shine on your faces…”

As the saint began to pray, a brilliant light bloomed around her. Those who were enveloped in that light felt as if their faces were buried in the embrace of something.

“Oh, the prayer…”

“The saint is praying…!”

A miracle that happens through prayer.

God bless travelers and provide safe hiking and stability and healing for those suffering from illness.

A little luck for those who want wealth, protection and bravery for those who fight.

Saint Estelle Hadassah el Ras. Her prayer, which receives the blessings of the stars, is ‘all-powerful.’

“Oh God.”

“God…”

A miracle surrounds them. A miracle from God filled with warm love and kindness, like a newborn being held in his mother’s arms.

They naturally believe in the blessings of that almighty glow.

I will complete this journey safely.

Disease and disease will not overtake them on their journey.

The Lord will watch over this path.

In front of the miracles she performed, believers and even mercenaries who made a living believing in the existence of God.

A heavenly god worshiped by the church. King of the gods described in the Bible. A being who rules over the gods of this land and proves the existence of a god simply called ‘Lord.’

Saint.

However, even in that holy moment, the saint herself just continues to pray numbly.

‘What should I combine for the next prayer? It would be nice if the weather was a bit nicer.’

Her prayers have different effects depending on the wind and the syllables.

For her, who had prayed tens of thousands of times, prayer was a task of combining appropriate words and imagination.

Saint Estelle believes in the existence of God.

Princess Hadassa doubts the truthfulness of God.

No wonder he is so profane and impure.

Who would believe if the representative of perfect faith, as the church calls it, had faith worse than that of a mercenary on the street?

Why was it that I, and not anyone else, was chosen by God?

‘Even if you knew it, you wouldn’t know it.’

………

……

…

was attacked.

Magic flew from all directions and magic golems and chimeras rushed in, including hired mercenaries.

“Haha, I expected it to some extent.”

In the fierce battlefield where flashes of light and flames clashed with cold weapons, Estelle could not help but sigh.

“Was there a lack of prayer skills?”

In this convoy, including Elder Morshtan, the Magic Tower plays a large role.

Heretics excitedly caught by a junior at the academy. It is no wonder that the Magic Tower launched an attack to save them.

However, I expected it to be an indirect attack using mercenaries. That’s why they dispatched the Holy Knights and reinforced the convoy with dozens of guardians… I never

thought the wizards of the Magic Tower would come forward on such a large scale.

‘Ever since they tried to kidnap Ms. Dunareff, I thought things were a bit off, but to this extent? ‘Do you really not look behind you?’

The Magic Tower has already turned Dunareff against the South. Although Dunaref has been strangely quiet so far, a clash between the two is inevitable in the long run.

But they’re attacking the church’s saint and the kingdom’s first princess? He even turned the Zeon Church and the royal family into enemies.

This is not a level that nobles with connections to Miriam or the Magic Tower can cover.

“Saint! Get inside the carriage! It’s dangerous!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be where the important criminals are.”

“Saint!”

Despite the paladin’s dissuasion, Estelle jumps out of the carriage and heads to the large magic prison at the center of the convoy.

At the magic prison we arrived at, the key convict of this convoy. Kang Ryun, a senior professor at Boramae Academy in the East Continent who attacked the Dutch, and Elder Morshtan, the leader of the Black Faction, are locked up.

Since he was the key criminal in this convoy, it was a prison that paid special attention… A familiar who had hidden in the chaos of the battlefield was opening the prison door where the two people were imprisoned.

“Hoo~ Who is this?”

“Saint…”

“Hello? You guys must have a lot of fans. Seeing as you keep coming to rescue me like this.”

“Hmph! It’s not too late now. Why don’t you run away by yourself?”

“I?”

Estelle snorts at Kangryun’s sarcasm.

The power was definitely better than expected.

The convoy’s strength was by no means insufficient, but the Magic Tower had mobilized its strength to the extent that it surpassed it.

At least three elder level wizards. There are at least 10 professional mercenary groups. Human resources and physical assets must have been invested generously.

“The Magic Tower… is strong. Saint. You… will all die.”

“I guess everyone except me.”

“what?”

When even Morstan is dumbfounded by such an honest admission, the saintess calmly pretends to be surprised when she sees them coming out of the prison.

“You’ve escaped prison now, right?”

“huh?”

“……what?”

He covered his mouth with his palm and looked like he had seen something he couldn’t believe.

“Brothers… How can you commit the grave sin of prison escape without following the legal procedures? I will pray for you. Let us repent.”

dump! Estelle kneels down and holds her hands together.

“What kind of crazy thing is this…”

“Same thing.”

When Morshtan made a gesture, black magic swooped towards the saint.

The torrent of magic boiling up in Manahat seemed like it would instantly sublimate into a cursed flame and sweep away the delicate saintess.

But it doesn’t work that way.

“The Lord protects me, and the enemy’s iron chariots will not dare harm me.”

“What?”

A place swept away by swirling black flames. The saint stood up gracefully and shook her knees.

“This can’t be right…”

Morshtan stared at the saint with eyes filled with astonishment.

No injuries.

No, it’s not at that level.

The magic that swept away Estelle is a cursed flame that sticks to flesh and burns the opponent until not a single fragment of bone remains.

Unless the raw flesh was cut off and thrown away, the flames would have continued to burn Estelle.

But not a single piece of clothing was scorched.

Absolute defense power like a diamond bullion? No, that’s limited to my skin type. At best, the shiny gold jewelry had to melt or even the pure white clothes had to be scorched.

“Prayer…”

I won’t get hurt.

The Lord will protect me from disease, from chariots of iron, and from fire.

The saint’s prayers bring about divine miracles. Morstan witnessed a part of that fame before his eyes.

“Yes… I knew you wouldn’t repent.”

Estelle raises her eyes and smiles brightly.

“The soul of a sinful sinner does not ask for forgiveness or even repent. Lord, please forgive this poor soul.”

“Mercy and forgiveness. The merciful God has pity even on sinners…”

“Brothers, the Lord will forgive you.”

The sleeves of the robes were quickly removed. A heavy steel ‘Mace’ appears.

“But even if God forgives, will he forgive this guy?”

“uh?”

It made me wonder how on earth he could hide something like that up his sleeve.

“Lord, now I will do as I wish.”

──A mace with a very ferocious appearance split the air.

“Gangryun!”

“Tsk…!”

Kang Ryun urgently deployed his defense against the flying mace.

Although he was not on par with the Palmungeumseujin, he had been told about the attack in advance and had drawn up the strategy of the attack on his sleeve.

The defensive formation he deploys is reinforced with strong magical power by building an earthen wall to block the incoming mace.

Goong! And a dizzying crash sound. He is also said to be the best magician in the East. The earthen wall he built is indeed a powerful defense that can be called an iron wall. But──

“The Lord watches over me; take your iron staff and strike them in pieces. Then you will crush your enemies like a potter’s work.”

-Boom!

A shining light walking across a pile of dirt, with all defenses collapsing in one blow.

“Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling, for he will release his anger and destroy you.”

Cheer up.

In contrast to the bloody prayer, there was Estelle smiling cutely.

………

……

…

The war situation is getting worse by the minute.

The criminals imprisoned in the magic prison were being rescued one by one, and the paladins and guardians who had formed a defensive position were gradually being pushed out, centered on Estelle.

Well, it’s okay.

Because the two most dangerous ones were dealt with in advance.

“Saint! It’s hard to hold on any longer! Saint, please evacuate… Heh!”

The paladin who had dragged her on horseback to evacuate her swallowed his breath when he saw two dead bodies with broken bones.

“What is the damage like?”

A new paladin looking in disbelief at Estelle, whose pure white robes and beautiful face were stained with blood stains, and who calmly raised her head.

But perhaps it was just him, the other paladins continued to report.

“Thanks to the saint’s protection, the damage is not great, but if things continue like this, annihilation except for the saint… seems certain.”

Thanks to her blessing on this journey and prayers of protection to her companions, the paladins and guardians were able to survive this great offensive.

However, the saint’s protection also has limits. It is impossible to protect about a hundred people from thousands of attacks.

“There is nothing we can do. From now on, sinners will give up and retreat.”

“Saint!”

“That can’t be possible…!”

“Human life is the most expensive thing. It’s my fault for not expecting the Magic Tower to go this far.”

“It’s our fault…!”

“Yes, saintess! We will stay!”

Estelle looked at the paladins and priests who were shedding tears and unable to shake off their humiliation.

Jerry Jackson Rudy Erissa… Estelle was confident, at least as far as the priests were concerned.

So, one person. The one person who makes eye contact with you and has a look of sorrow on his face.

“It’s strange. I know all my people…”

A mace is heard. When it exploded, Rudy… the young priest’s expression turned pale.

“Who are you?

– Puck!

The mace smashed into the bone of a young priest named Rudy.

Blood burst and broken bone fragments flew everywhere.

“Huh?”

But what was flying in all directions were hot flesh and blood. Instead, they were cold chunks of metal.

The chunk of metal that was Rudy flowed down as if it had been melted into lava and took on a strange human shape.

“How did you recognize it?”

A voice that was clearly not human. The owner of that voice… Estelle. I roughly guessed who this person was.

Aedrin, the Golden Archmage of the Mage Tower. He was the one who went on this attack.

“Rudi is a mugwort. You can’t even make eye contact with me. There’s no need to tell me why, right?”

「…….」

“Do I really have to say it with my own mouth? Of course he likes me. Objectively, am I pretty?”

What kind of narcissist is this? Is that why a saint who loves herself more than God breaks people’s bones?

But many people don’t know. A saint’s intuition means that even her seemingly reckless actions can be corrected by more than just luck. Going in.

“A pagan saint. I am an archmage. The owner of the magic tower. I am the golden Aedrin.”

Aedrin’s voice echoed through the space and the place began to shake.

The ground collapsed, metal rose, and the golems fell. The bodies of the chimeras break into small pieces and begin to merge into one. The

Golden Archmage.

In other words, the pinnacle of alchemists.

The great truth of magic he established looked down on the world in the form of a magnificent giant.

“……Golem level . Isn’t this?”

“Saint! You need to evacuate…!”

If you think about it, the research topic of the warlocks whose secret experiments were discovered was related to ‘giants’.

Apparently, the Magic Tower was carrying out more dangerous experiments than we thought.

“Avoid everything.”

“Saint. sir! That can’t be…!”

“Oh really! I’m confident I won’t die anyway, so take care of your own lives!”

In the end, the saint’s angry words silenced the knights.

They also know

why the saint doesn’t have guard knights and why she spends all of her allocated budget on information gathering. She does not need protection.

If

the saint entrusts all her prayers to her protection, she will not be hurt even if the world is cut in two.

The power of the concept itself, which is different from the Diamond Buddha.

The saint will not be hurt. .

Saints do not bleed.

Such concepts and laws are established.

“Huh…!” I will definitely bring support!”

Blaming his lack of strength, the Holy Knight led the survivors and fled.

“I will not wait and see.”

The giant moved. A huge rock was in his arm. It was too late for Estel to stop it. A… It is thrown towards the fleeing paladin and his companions.

The rock thrown was not just a rock. It is a magical rock compressed and processed by a golden mage. It

is engraved with the transformation magic of the cornerstone and explodes the moment it reaches the target.

-Quaaaa Aaaaa!!

A dizzying explosion and a scattering storm. No one can survive the enormous power of the explosion. But…

“Hmm?”

The soldiers were startled by the explosion and fell asleep. But no one was hurt. A miracle. .. In a phenomenon that could not be explained other than that, Lord Aedrin turned the giant’s gaze towards the saint.

“Does even such a number of people have complete protection?”

Estelle raises her mace. A prayer of willing sacrifice is recited.

“People are friends. There is no greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s sake. You are the Lord’s friends if you do what the Lord commands you.”

Lord, please crush my enemies. Under your protection, I will kill even a thousand heretics with the jawbone of a donkey.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. ”

Amen.