Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 344

Episode 344

“The subjugation of monsters has been completed, Captain.”

“okay.”

Harmon, who was watching the setting sun at the adjutant’s report, nodded.

After staring at the burning red sunset for a long time, he soon turned his head and looked towards the northeast.

Noviens, where he was originally supposed to be, was far away from here.

“…It wasn’t something that the leader needed to come to in person. We could have easily solved it on our own here in the Kingdom of Gaia, so why…”

The adjutant’s words were not wrong.

Beyond the borders of the empire and its south.

There were monsters in the southernmost part of the Kingdom of Gaia, adjacent to the southern mountain range. Chimera, a rare high-class monster.

It was clearly a threatening monster, but it could have been resolved if only one of the kingdom’s superhumans or four or five top knights were dispatched. The problem is not serious enough for the head of the Holy Kingdom’s Knights Templar to be dispatched.

“Just like the rumor, the Holy Father is wary of you…”

“Stop. It’s rude to His Holiness.”

“…yes.”

Although he forced himself to answer, Adjutant Line Harper’s face was full of dissatisfaction. The elite of the Knights Templar, who pride themselves on being the world’s most powerful knights and the best military group representing the will of God, were being rolled over at the edge of a distant frontier, so it was not impossible to understand their dissatisfaction.

But Harmon had a slightly different idea.

“It is even more strange that we, who are supposed to deal with the enemies of God, have been focusing only on the security of Noviense. Dealing with demons and monsters. I think this is in line with our original purpose. I think the Holy Father also thinks so.”

“Captain…”

Harman chuckled as he looked at Line’s pitiful expression.

He’s not stupid either.

How can he not understand the purpose of the new Pope to keep himself in check?

But it was still well within the range of understanding.

‘The denomination needs a new symbol. If His Holiness can shine just by moving away from the center for a moment, it’s something worth bearing.’

In order to fully convey to the world the will of the Nine Gods, who coordinate everything, it was necessary to unify the religious system. And unlike previous popes who were only interested in their own wealth, Pope Austin was fully trustworthy as he would do his best to convey God’s will.

That was his idea.

Of course, there was nothing that bothered me.

“Any news from the saint?”

“Yes? I told you this a while ago…”

“Nothing has changed?”

“Yes, I am. But why are you so concerned?”

“Hmm? Is it strange?”

“No, no. You seem to be paying too much attention to the saint. You weren’t originally interested in church politics.”

“Politics… is that your opinion?”

Seeing Harmon’s frown narrow, Rein realized his mistake.

How can you say that something that a church professes to be a member of is called politics?

With a pale face, he urgently waved his hand.

“Oh, no, it’s not that I don’t believe what the church says. I just don’t understand the situation… But I’m definitely not doubting the church!”

Seeing Lieutenant Line’s repeated denials, Harmon had no choice but to realize again how he was viewed by others.

“Okay.”

“yes?”

“What’s wrong with speaking one’s thoughts? All you have to do is as long as you don’t distort God’s will and spread it. That’s the same whether it’s a religious organization or an individual.”

Line, who looked embarrassed for a moment at those words, hesitated and then opened his mouth again.

“…Even if my thoughts go against the will of the church?”

“okay.”

At those words, Line’s expression became blank. This situation is awkward now.

“Wasn’t that… you were strict about that?”

Harmon burst into laughter at those words.

The previous pope was also very wary of himself. Therefore, even within the Knights Templar, his lieutenants would change every half a year. He added that the reason was because of his stubborn and picky personality.

It has only been eight months since Rhine became his adjutant.

There was so much going on in it that it was difficult to understand his personality.

‘I had no intention of breaking the church’s laws.’

Once again, I laughed at the timidity of the former pope and the fraudster.

In the end, the fraudster received the punishment he deserved.

That too will be the guidance of the Nine Great Gods.

“Strictness is enough when it comes to keeping the doctrine. The denomination is there to spread the doctrine and lead by example, not to distort it. It should be accepted as long as it is a valid criticism, not a pointless blasphemy.”

Harman said as if he were swearing as he placed his fist on the nine concentric circles engraved on his armor.

Images accumulated over a long period of time, regardless of your will, cannot be removed with a single word, so you must prove it with an oath to God.

Fortunately, Rhine’s complexion instantly brightened.

“So you’re not going to cut off my head or cut off my limbs?”

At those words, Harmon almost stumbled for a moment.

It seemed that the rumor had spread more excessively and strangely than expected.

“…Was there a rumor like that?”

“That’s it. Ha haha. No, I really believed it was a rumor. Really!”

Harmon, too, couldn’t help but laugh at that unnatural reaction.

‘We have to change it gradually.’

But now, I was more interested in what Line said earlier than in my own image.

“It’s done. By the way, do you usually think of a saint’s declaration of religious status as a political thing?”

The reason why his image became so harsh may be because he was only focused on self-cultivation and training and had no interest in communicating with others.

Harmon once again pledged to change and waited for Line’s answer.

“…Yes. In fact, it was such a sudden and strange thing. Isn’t the saint the one who helped the current Pope Austin reveal the real face of the fake Pope? But this time, since such a person is said to be a fake, it is bound to be confusing.”

“Do you mean to say that the Holy Father kicked out the saint for his own position? That’s why you’re saying it’s politics?”

At those words, Rein’s expression stiffened again.

As he rolled his eyes here and there, it seemed like he was wondering whether it would be okay to answer straight, but he seemed to have gathered courage and nodded.

“Yes. Honestly, it’s easier to understand if you think about it that way.”

“Is that the opinion of the majority?”

“Yes that’s right.”

“…Yes. That’s true as expected.”

Harmon could not help but sigh deeply.

Because the Cardinal Austin he knew was never that type of person.

As such, I didn’t understand it any more.

‘No matter how much power can change people, in such a short period of time?’

At least for now, I wanted to believe in the new Pope, so I let go of my hasty guesses, but I couldn’t help but feel distraught.

In times like this, there was always only one solution.

‘I guess I’ll have to spend tonight in prayer and training as well.’

* * *

“…I dedicate it to the nine gods who control the world.”

Moon bright night.

Kneeling on the bare ground without an altar or a statue of a god, Harman felt divine power welling up inside his body and felt that the gods had answered his prayers.

My mind feels clean as if I washed it with clear water.

So now it was time to cleanse the body.

Sreung.

visor.

The beloved sword Purgatio, which was lightly drawn, made a clear sound and revealed its pure white sword body.

Although it cannot be compared to the holy sword Poena, which is carefully stored in the church’s basement, this beloved sword is also a holy relic blessed by 100 high-ranking priests. As the sword filled with divine power glowed softly, that alone seemed to bring peace to his heart.

widely.

A light step.

A sword that curves gracefully following your steps.

Purgatio, bathed in moonlight, reflected the light and showed off its divine power, and the swordsmanship of the Knights of the Temple, which originated from a dance that began at an event honoring the Nine Great Gods, embellished the dark field with a beautiful feast of light.

An exceptionally clear mind.

The light emitted by the sword, which moved without hesitation according to its will, gave him a refreshing sense of liberation.

‘Freedom to follow nature.’

A sword dance that sings of the joy gained from following God’s will.

As the sword dance reached its peak, my complicated mind became more at ease.

As always, the training followed by prayer did not betray his expectations.

but.

‘Saint…’

Just as Adjutant Line said, the incomprehensible behavior of the church came to mind and soon began to disturb his mind again.

A denomination that has found the right path again after decades of corruption.

In the end, I thought that my belief that everything would follow God’s will and nature was rewarded.

I believed that a combination of a priest who had lived his entire life with integrity and a true saint would be enough to make it possible.

But then again, this is happening.

‘His Holiness Austin. Has that upright faith been eroded by desire so quickly?’

If that’s really the case, what should you do?

– The Knights Templar cannot be involved in church politics.

The laws of the church, which he had engraved in his heart his entire life, weighed heavily on his heart.

According to that law, should we remain silent like we did when previous popes and their associates disrupted the religious order?

The faithful voice that pleaded with me during the impeachment incident kept coming to mind.

– I have a request to make to the Commander of the Knights Templar under the authority of a cardinal.

– Captain. I hope….

The saint at that time clearly had an upright heart toward God.

Pope Austin has been around for a long time. And the saint who instilled confidence in his heart in an instant.

The images of those two people collided in his mind, sending ripples through his otherwise clean mind.

Skag.

Plosive sounds began to blend into the once beautiful sword dance. A bloody force spread wherever his sword touched.

If what the sword dance was trying to express a little while ago was peace.

Anger this time.

The mace of punishment for those who disobeyed God’s will appeared in the shape of a sword in the dark field.

Sigh.

As the extending tip of the sword cut into space, everything in that straight line was split in half.

The tree in the forest, which was about 100 meters away and out of reach of his sword, also failed to maintain its shape.

It could be said to be the essence of martial arts created by his will to condemn everything that goes against God’s will.

And supporting that essence was the divine power given to him by God. The connection between divine power and force, constantly interlocking and revitalizing his body, moved his sword one after another.

at the same time.

Blah blah blah.

Rumbling.

Everything his sword touched lost its shape and began to break down.

A feat so incredible that it was a tragedy created with just a sword.

However, the person performing the miracle of destruction seemed to have no intention of stopping. Even though everything around him was turning upside down and losing its original form, the person who created the tragedy planned to continue the sword dance until all the anger and conflict in his heart was released.

Until someone interferes.

– Sir Harman! Stop!

A voice coming from afar.

A high, clear voice, as if he had heard it somewhere, calmed his anger.

And he soon remembered the owner of that voice.

“Saint?”

The sword stopped in an instant.

And a black masked person suddenly appeared tens of meters away.

“How on this street… What unbelievable power…”

The Masked Man, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth as if he had been hit by the aftereffects of a sword strike, was holding a broken sword in his hand.

A strange look appeared in Harmon’s eyes when he saw him. After crossing a long distance, the Masked Man reached his level. It was because he saw it through.

The unique ability to recover from wounds in an instant was quite impressive.

However.

“Although he was amazing at that age…”

he was definitely not the owner of the high voice heard a moment ago.

“… That’s not enough to hide and approach me.”

Was it an illusion of his own imagination?

Harman glared at the masked man with slight anger.

– Just wait a moment!

With that voice that seemed like an illusion, the space behind the masked man was distorted and the sacred space appeared. Energy spread out.

It was a barrier of sacred arts, a feeling of supernatural power that Harman could not have known.

Apparently, that masked person had been injured while trying to protect that barrier from his own sword strike.

I had that intuition.

And then I saw the figure of a woman walking out of it. It proved that his intuition was correct.

“I am sorry to see you like this, Captain Harman.”

The saintess.

Harman’s eyes grew twice as big at that unexpected appearance.