Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 413

Episode 413 – Wow!

The sight of the imperial army filling the horizon in pitch black did not create much tension in Harman. Since it wasn’t a place I had to risk my life to protect, I thought it would be okay to just go back to Noviense.

So he was ruminating on his meeting with his ‘goal’ as he had been doing for the past few days.

The rumor of the young genius who killed the Sword Spirit seemed to be not exaggerated at all.

The results you can feel are just a whistle. However, with the added power of Licentia, one of the nine holy relics, it is clear that he will win.

However, I was a little concerned about the other person’s attitude.

‘I didn’t feel like I liked it as much as I thought.’

Even in his own opinion, the reason he was sent to this war was because of the temple’s irrational actions.

This is something he would have absolutely refused to do if it were not for the trust.

However, McLane should have welcomed this with open arms, so why did they look so calm?

‘No, it seemed like he was a little wary…’

I felt a little uncomfortable because his attitude was due to his competitive spirit as a knight who had also defeated the sword spirit.

Moreover….

– Zibrik Kassel. In ancient times, a person who ruled humanity by claiming to be a servant of God under the name of a magic saint. And it is the name of the great devil who ultimately rebelled against God and was defeated.

– And Logan McLane is the descendant of Gibrik Cassel and the one who will inherit his soul. So you must kill him.

According to the oracle handed down to the Pope, Logan McLane was an enemy of the same type as the ruthless wizards who brainwashed the previous Pope.

The oracle is the earthly command and truth given by the gods.

‘There should definitely be traces visible.’

However, when I met Logan McLane in person, he had a sun-like force, befitting his nickname “The Sun of McLane.”

The essence of a force that shines brightly and burns hotly, seemingly not allowing even a single speck of impurity.

No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t look like a descendant of the Great Devil or a potential demon to be consumed by demonic energy.

‘Or… is it that the existence of the Great Devil is so great that it turns even those with that much force into demons?’

It was a frustrating thought to some extent.

But…

– That thought is right.

An affirming sound came from deep within my soul.

At that moment, Harmon knelt down right there.

He felt that the knights and soldiers around him were looking at him strangely, but he didn’t care. It was truly the voice of God that I had heard for a long time.

“Oh my Lord.”

Licentia, a sacred relic of Arya, the god of sky and freedom.

Harman’s hand, holding the holy object around his neck, trembled slightly.

This is the ninth time I have heard God’s voice since receiving the holy relic. But this was the first time I heard it so clearly.

As a servant of God, I personally experienced the sacred waves that resonated with my soul. How could I not be moved?

Before losing sight of that voice again, Harmon offered a heartfelt prayer.

“Your servant earnestly begs you to give him the truth.”

The sign is made by kneeling on both knees, keeping the left hand straight, and drawing a circle with the right hand.

A subtle divine power invisible to ordinary people began to shine around him.

Then, surprisingly, God’s voice was heard again.

– Gibrik can dye even the soul of a godman with his own color.

– So, my servant, my sword. Cut down this incarnation before that time comes.

That voice spread from the depths of his soul and left a mark on his soul.

And only then did Harman realize that God had used him as a conduit to earth.

The feeling of the soul, which can be said to be the foundation of the self, being colored with the color of God.

For priests who call themselves servants of God, it is a pleasure comparable to the passion of the law.

It should have been…

“Hmm.”

For some reason, Harmon let out an unpleasant groan without realizing it.

Before becoming a priest, he was halfway to the highest level of manipulating the soul of an Auror Master, so he instinctively felt aversion to the idea of his soul being colored against his will.

And that feeling was passed on to God.

– dare!!!

God’s angry voice resounded throughout the depths of his soul.

The faith that had been instilled in him, as if he had been brainwashed for a long time, once again silenced Harman’s resistance and made him bow his head.

‘I’m sorry, God. I dared to be profane.’

As I recited the scriptures again with my eyes tightly closed, I felt the angry voice of God from the other side of my soul gradually subside.

– Humans are foolish and bound to make mistakes. In the mercy of God I forgive you.

‘Thank you God.’

– Keep your mission in mind!

Ugh.

With a stern shout, I felt a sacred wave explode, coloring my soul.

At the same time, the voice echoing from the other side of the soul disappeared and the presence of God began to rapidly fade. It felt like a wizard or knight taking a break after exerting great effort.

‘What blasphemous thoughts have I had again?’

However, even though Harman thought so, he unknowingly cut off the aftereffects of God’s waves.

It was a defense mechanism that occurred instinctively just before more than half of his soul was consumed, and this was possible because he was able to control some of the power of the soul.

And at that moment I realized.

“her…!?”

That it protected ‘themselves’.

That he barely managed to maintain his self just before God swallowed his soul.

He instinctively realized that if more than half of the food had been ‘eaten’, no matter how hard he tried, it would inevitably have been slowly eaten away.

“God… How? How on earth did this happen…?”

A man named Harmon Killerbrew’s faith in the world and the ideological organization he had dedicated his life to was shaken to the core.

An unbearable chaos arose.

So much so that you can’t hear the shouts of the imperial troops coming from the front or the roar of the battlefield as they bombard the troops.

Harmon just stood there in a daze for a long time.

So much so that the red eyes that had been watching him were slightly distorted.

* * *

– If I don’t remember the past, I won’t be me anymore, so then consider me your enemy.

What Ilya said to Viktor was difficult to understand based on common sense.

It was too abstract to say that one would cease to be oneself. If the person who said that wasn’t a saint, I would have thought it was a pun intended to make fun of someone.

However, after hearing from Philip that the saint actually did not remember the past, he could not just ignore it.

– I am afraid that the blade of the divine sword will point towards Your Majesty’s back.

It means becoming an enemy.

If that was true, Philip’s concerns were valid.

However, if that did not actually happen, Shingeom was just a reinforcement for McLane. It is a reinforcement that is highly likely to become the seed of a second conflict between the castle and the empire.

In fact, the current situation is that ‘the Pope and saint from McLane secretly supported the Holy Kingdom’s strongest sword.’ It was nothing more and nothing less.

‘It couldn’t be better for us now.’

Compared to its importance, the testimony that the saint could not remember the past was something that could be ignored.

But…

– And if that happens, the saintess will tell me… I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. I can’t tell you that. But please believe me.

I was moved by the sad face of Victor, who was unable to say the saint’s ‘last’ request and just asked her to trust him.

If we are to seriously consider that story, the Shingeom who are currently participating in the war should also be considered enemies.

And assuming that, there was one more piece that was forced to fit together.

– Eliminate the black snakes that defy God’s will and exterminate the descendants of the magic saint!

A saint who once again ordered the subjugation of the Kassel Magic Tower, saying that an oracle had come down to her.

The temple said that under the pretext of the oracle, they were mobilizing all their power to create an organization to chase away the black snake.

To be honest, it is a story that has nothing to do with the current McLane, but considering the exploits that the Kassel Mage Tower carried out in the West, the gods could have been involved.

Because of this, the scale of the war will increase exponentially.

‘In that situation, what if the saint knew that I, through McLane’s blood, was a descendant of Gibrik Cassel? No, it is said that the oracle conveys the will of the gods, so what if the gods had made it known?’

It was an unreasonable inference that added assumption upon assumption.

In the first place, the McLane family inherited Zibrik’s blood and did not even know about the existence of the Kassel Tower. If he had not encountered the soul of the magic saint through the fake holy sword Vanitas, he would never have known about it.

‘…Doesn’t the 9th Minister know that?’

Even after learning from Jibrik’s soul that the Nine Great Gods were not as absolute as the scriptures say, he still thought that they were gods.

However, if we change the idea a little, we come to the conclusion that ‘the gods decided to exterminate Zibrik Cassel’s bloodline without leaving a single one behind.’

Suddenly, thousands of years later.

I myself knew that it was an unreasonable number that was excessive and did not even consider its justification, but if I thought about it that way, I could explain Ilya’s hostility toward McLane.

‘Not being able to remember the past may be a gesture by Ilya to cut off the past. It might be the last signal to me.’

Suddenly, I remembered the existence of the ‘Apostle’ that I had seen in Geomshin Yurok, but I quickly erased it from my mind.

The apostles who often appear in the legends of the Holy Kingdom are saints who dedicated their lives to performing miracles and spreading God’s will. Even the apostles who came during the time of persecution by the empire did not start a war.

And even that was a story that was over 400 years old.

– The power of desire and the power of fate will only weaken as time passes, so the influence of the gods will also decrease.

Crucially, the words left in Geomshin Yurok stopped that ridiculous imagination.

Eat.

‘I also have a very rich imagination.’

Logan thought that the possibility of this fantasy being real was extremely small. No matter how many times I thought about it, the current situation did not deviate from the fact that ‘the Pope and saint from McLane secretly supported the Holy Kingdom’s strongest sword.’

Still, just in case, Logan asked Harmon to carry out a somewhat unreasonable strategy. The start of the most important ‘operation’ in this battle was entrusted to him.

If he was an enemy, you would know from the beginning.

Fortunately, Harmon readily accepted.

Although I was relieved, I was still watching him with a feeling of uneasiness that did not go away…

Just before the battle began, I saw a tremendous energy rising from a corner of the castle wall. It was not difficult to guess that the identity of the white energy, which gave an intense feeling that had never been seen before, was divine power.

It was good until then. That’s because Harman took the explosion of divine power as a signal to start ‘operation’.

However, Harmon did not move from his spot after that.

‘what are you doing?’

Once again, the black rain of Quarrel pours down and Liberatio causes heavy drinking.

When the attack was blocked by the wind barrier and more than 80% of the attack began to go astray.

Even when the imperial knights began to set foot on the castle walls again, Harman just stood there blankly.

And now was no longer the time to worry about that.

Slurp.