I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 57

57. Salvation Church (7)

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Is something like that possible based on common sense?

A wall that has become mushy. It’s not a mistake. The woman’s hand was halfway into the moving wall, as if it were submerged in water.

‘Am I finally crazy?’

That’s not it either. The eyes of the believers who saw the new addition were as big as if they would pop out.

I stopped believing my eyes and instead focused on other concerns.

‘How is something like that possible? It’s probably not magic… witchcraft? ‘Is something like that possible with magic?’

It’s frustrating because I don’t know anything about witchcraft.

In the meantime, the woman kept moving without stopping, as if she didn’t want to give herself time to sort out her complicated thoughts.

“Now follow me.”

The woman disappears into the wall. Believers who seemed to have already experienced it before followed without hesitation, while believers who seemed to be newcomers also hesitated and pushed themselves into the wall.

When everyone finally entered, the wall returned to its original hard appearance as if it had never been there before.

Even the priest, who was the only one left who did not enter, left the room as if he had other things to do, and as soon as silence returned, I immediately ran out from behind the curtain and stood in front of the wall where the woman had touched.

‘what? ‘What did you do?’

He clearly touched it and muttered something under his breath.

I couldn’t tell from that alone, so I felt around the wall. After groping it a few times, a subtle touch is felt at the tip of my finger.

It’s so well polished that it’s hard to tell with the naked eye, so you can barely tell its existence if you touch it with your hand—

‘Jewel?’

The puzzlement lasted only for a moment.

This made it clear. This is witchcraft.

What could be other than witchcraft that produces effects similar to magic by paying a valuable price?

A kind of method that humans had discovered to counter the magic of the demons was unfolding before my eyes.

‘Who on earth is behind this level of magic?…’

A hollow laugh came out.

I’m getting more and more anxious about this. Can’t we stop here? I expected that it wasn’t a normal pseudo-religion, but it was still witchcraft.

Even if an ordinary person lives his or her entire life, the number of encounters with a shaman does not exceed 10 times. It is difficult to hire a witch doctor and the cost is enormous, so does it make sense for witchcraft to appear here?

I want to run to the imperial palace right now and grab the emperor and shout that I can’t do it, but…

‘That bastard Cruel…’

Not only will the emperor not allow him to give up easily, but Cruel is the problem more than anything else.

Even if dirt got in my eyes, I wouldn’t be able to see the power of wishing being handed over to that guy. I’d rather just make a fuss here.

‘…Are you really going to do it? I think it would be okay if we got ruined together.’

Since they lost the rearguard, the Salvation Church will rise up again somewhere else, but since their stronghold has been destroyed, there will be no harsh criticism from the emperor.

I was so immersed in thinking about how I would play the game if I were to play the game, that it felt like there was a bit of a commotion outside.

‘If I really mess up… I’ll break this first.’

Apparently, the medium of this spell appears to be the jewel in front of me. If this is broken, the spell will be destroyed.

…Should I break it?

As I was staring at the jewel in thought, a hand suddenly came out from behind the curtain right next to me and grabbed my arm.

That alone was enough to scare and surprise me, but the hand didn’t stop and pulled me in with a strong force.

It all happened in an instant.

After all, it was my arm that had been hit by an arrow, so my mouth opened in pain.

‘Huh?!’

‘Shh—’

Of course, I couldn’t help it because the hand was covering my mouth.

As I looked up in confusion, I made eye contact with calm green eyes looking down at me.

At the same time, I couldn’t overcome the growing feeling of disgust and tried to shake it off roughly, but

I jumped!

I had no choice but to stop moving as a man in priestly clothing opened the door a little roughly and came in.

This is not the priest from a moment ago. The priest, whose face I had never seen before, almost ran towards me with an urgent expression on his face, and pressed down on the jewel that I had been staring at a moment ago and twisted it to the side.

“quickly…!!”

…Why does it look so urgent? No, but why is it so noisy outside?

It vaguely said, ‘Give me my master!’ The sound of such cries is somewhat ominous. Now that I think about it, where is Lord Lien and what is he doing?

After a few seconds, a slight noise seemed to be heard from the jewel, but then a clearer voice came out.

“What happened?”

“An intruder has come in!”

“…I see. How many are there?”

“There is only one!”

“…One person?”

“Yes, I am currently searching the inside of the building looking for someone called ‘Master’!”

Kwaaaang!!

At perfect timing, a loud noise rang out.

The woman, who attracted attention by kicking the already open door again, found a priest standing there in confusion and spoke harshly in a voice that was trying to feign calm.

In her hand was a sword that seemed to have been taken from a guard here.

“Where is my lord?”

“….”

“….”

Out of absurdity and embarrassment, no one could continue speaking and even the voice beyond the jewel was silent, and I looked at the intruder’s face and slowly lowered my eyes.

I felt a persistent gaze from above, but I tried to ignore it.

I don’t know why that person is here, but I don’t know. I don’t even know who that person is. Anyway, I don’t know. It has nothing to do with me.

‘…Shit.’

Why are you coming out there…?

***

Wow!

“What the hell!”

As it was a noisy intrusion, security quickly flocked. Without having time to shake off the glass shards stuck to his body, Lien took advantage of the fact that they were still dazed and quickly struck the nearby man in the back of the neck, knocking him out and snatching his sword.

It’s a little awkward because it’s not your own sword, but it’s no big problem. Then now we need to know the Count’s whereabouts…

Lien adjusted his sword and looked around. As if they sensed that her skills were extraordinary, everyone who caught their gaze stepped back in shock.

“…Where is my lord?”

Since he was only hired and did not swear an oath of loyalty, he should have been called the Count instead of the Master… In this situation, the Count’s existence should not be made widely known.

‘I’m sorry, Count. I will definitely take this responsibility.’

With a brief apology in my mind, I took a step forward. It was quite nice to see them taking a step back, but I couldn’t afford to worry about that right now.

What if something happens to the Count while we’re wasting time like this?

“No one knows?”

“….”

“I see. Then….”

“Who is that master?”

If no one knew, I was going to let him go and look for someone else, but an unexpected, urgent cry came back.

Lien stopped and looked back at the person who said those words.

…I know. How should I explain it? Count Deonhardt? hero? Either way, you shouldn’t say it because it would reveal your identity.

After falling into deep thought for a moment, she finally

said, “…It is my lord.”

I had no choice but to give such a foolish answer.

For a moment, I passed by the dazed people who seemed like they couldn’t believe my ears and headed for the door.

These guys are lucky. If it weren’t for the need for people to spread the word about this commotion, it would have been sprawled out on the floor in a mess by now.

‘I’ve thought about it in my own way, but…’ As expected,

he doesn’t fit in with scheming schemes. So I don’t know how to find and rescue the Count efficiently.

So, he is here today to play the so-called ‘gangpan’. If a knight goes on a rampage looking for someone called ‘lord’, one or two people are sure to get stabbed. They will definitely try to make moves, either by reporting to someone or solving the problem themselves, and all you have to do is chase after them.

“Give up your master!”

“Ah, so who is the master?”

“You don’t seem to know.”

“Actually!!”

Lien began to attack the inside of Salvation Church without hesitation, swinging his sword.

I didn’t kill him. There is no need to escalate the situation by murdering the Count even though it is not an order.

For some reason, there were no ordinary people in sight, so she felt free to make a fuss even more. Finally, a suspicious priest caught her eye.

Seeing this mess, he gets scared and runs somewhere.

‘It’s him!’

If you follow that guy, you will be able to find out the Count’s whereabouts.

Pretending not to notice his actions, I continued to walk around the length and breadth of the building and naturally followed him.

It goes without saying that in the process, countless people lined her path like traces.

The guy who was running around opens a door at the end of a hallway and goes in.

Before following him in, she suddenly thought of an assumption.

‘Maybe this is a trap. If that’s the case….’

-Go in stronger to suppress the momentum.

It seems that he has somehow been influenced by the murderous knights, but he has no choice.

Isn’t it impossible not to go in anyway? I don’t know how many people will be in there. Then there is only one way.

Lien chuckled as he remembered the knights under his command.

‘After all, I am the leader of the crazy dogs.’

I’ll turn into a crazy dog and run wild.

Kwaaaang!!

She kicks the already opened door and bursts inside, showing off her shining personality.

The first thing was to find a person who appeared to be the priest he was chasing and aim his sword at him, and the second was to figure out how many people were around.

For a moment, Lien was taken aback by the fact that no one was there except the priest in front of her. She pretended to be calm, hid her emotions, and asked lowly.

“Where is my lord?”

***

– Where is my lord?

“…”

Saerin sighed quietly at the voice coming from beyond the jewel.

They even said to strengthen security, but I never thought they would be so incompetent. I recognized Cruel Hart from the moment I didn’t even notice him come in.

It was surprising because we both served the same owner. I was so surprised when we ran into each other inside the building.

Before I could barely control my surprise, what came to mind was the news that Deonhardt had also received the same mission.

I also think that if Cruel’s intrusion was not noticed, Deonhart’s intrusion would be allowed more easily.

As I thought about it, the red-eyed poor man suddenly came to mind, but when I came out and looked for him again, he had already disappeared, so I didn’t think about it any more.

Then it turned out that it was a knight who came looking for his ‘lord’.

‘Are you sure.’

I knew it the moment I heard his voice. She is the suspicious knight she kicked out at the door.

A ‘knight’ came in looking for his ‘lord’. And coincidentally, a red-eyed poor man visited at a similar time.

Although Saerin is from a commoner background, she is quite intelligent. With such solid clues, understanding the situation was instantaneous.

‘It’s Deon Hart. I’m sure you said you saw the guards leaving, but did the two cross paths? No, maybe he’s still in here.’

Of course, even though I have figured out the situation, I have no intention of taking any action.

There is no way to take action, because the intended purpose of the ‘Salvation Church’ has already been achieved a long time ago and all that remains is to organize things. I just hope that the person organizing this place is Cruel Hart and not Deon Hart.

I’ll just keep watching like this and when I see signs that Deonhardt is trying to get to the core first, I can step in and sort it out myself.

There is no need to leave until then. Since the Duke had said so, Saerin had no intention of doing anything other than acting as usual.

‘I’ve done enough.’

Security was also warned to be strengthened, and important documents were hidden in the deepest places.

The top priority in this situation is not to let that knight know about the existence of the jewel embedded in the wall.

It will definitely break as soon as you notice it.

It’s not because the spell is broken. This is because something that should never be discovered may be discovered.

A secret that could threaten everything about the Duke, even his life…

‘So it must never be discovered.’

Saerin, being careful that even the sound of her breathing might be heard, mercilessly cut off the connection with the outside world and turned around.

She opened the door to the room and went out, sat down and spoke with a benevolent smile to those looking in her direction as if nothing had happened.

“Excuse me for a moment. Shall we continue?”