Regressor of the Fallen Family - Chapter 451

Episode 451

“What?”

“I asked you to help me capture the traitor Harman Killerbrew.”

The old priest bows his head respectfully towards Logan.

The words of the old priest, who introduced himself as Archbishop Rymdal of Ruspelheim Temple, were very embarrassing.

Apostate.

“That Shingeom is an apostate… I heard a rumor…”

Did he just hear rumors?

He was even deeply involved in the biggest incident.

However, it was unclear what happened after that and why a talented person like Harmon was being chased so openly.

‘Is that why you said you would collect holy relics?’

Of course, I couldn’t show it.

“…What on earth happened?”

At those words, Archbishop Rymdahl just lowered his head, breaking into a cold sweat.

How many times has he unilaterally bowed his head like this since he became archbishop?

Even though I was embarrassed by the awkward situation, the response was quick.

“This is a matter for the Central Temple, so I don’t know the details. I’m just conveying a ‘favor’ from His Holiness Austin, the interim Pope.”

Logan chuckled at those words.

“You don’t need to know the reason, just follow the temple’s words?”

“No, no! How dare you say such a thing to the Sun of McLane? This is just a sincere and polite request.”

“Then I guess you can refuse.”

“…yes?”

Logan smiled coldly, looking at the old priest’s wide eyes.

“I wonder what you expected, but I guess the temple doesn’t know we’re at war.”

As Logan said that and turned around, the golden aura that had been flooding the entire space of the training hall began to fade little by little.

Tongue.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

A gauntlet lightly striking the armor and a sword held in that hand.

The reason why Liemdahl continued to break out in a cold sweat was not just because of Logan’s status.

Except for the time when he receives reports on the progress of war preparations, Logan continues his training at the training center.

It was Limedal who came to visit him, almost insisting on it.

“Of course, I know that the situation is not easy. However, considering the sincerity with which we supported the ‘healers’…”

“Would you like us to provide elites to capture the divine sword ahead of the war?”

“…If you do so, the temple will never forget your favor.”

“That sounds funny.”

“yes?”

Eat.

‘I’d rather help Harman than help the temple.’

I wanted to be honest about how I felt, but in the current situation, it was too unreasonable to openly confront Shinjeon.

But there was no need to bow down.

‘There’s nothing to kneel on.’

In any case, the ‘temporary’ pope cannot carry out the orders given by the previous pope.

That means that the war priests who are currently working with the McLane army under the shallow guise of being healers will be here until the end of this war, whether they are killed or killed.

I have heard many stories about Austin, who was also the previous Pope.

He was never the type of person to circumvent the rules and use tricks.

However, since simply pushing the bishop was not the answer, Logan, as the king, had no choice but to decide what to say.

“…At this point in time when war is about to start again, we cannot waste our national power on a harsh place. It is believed that McLane has already done his duty as he helped the Holy Kingdom protect Noviens before. I hope that Shinjeon will also take the situation into consideration. .”

What began as an informal speech ended with a polite anti-communist speech.

Even as an archbishop, it was difficult for the king of a country, and even as an archbishop, to further question the situation that the king of McLane, who had emerged as a major power on the continent, had said.

In fact, even though he knew it was an unreasonable request, Limedal had no choice but to back down at that point since he had come with the mindset of just in case.

“…I will tell you that.”

“Ah, but the fact that you came to see me at this moment does mean that the divine sword is around here?”

“…Yes. To be exact, we are looking at the Kingdom’s Kyle Castle as his destination. So, there may be some unrest there, so please understand in advance.”

“Kyle?”

Why are you there again?

The archbishop who received that gaze shook his head with a troubled expression.

“Since you said you wouldn’t help, I can’t tell you any more, Your Majesty.”

Perhaps it was the archbishop’s own way of fishing.

However, Logan had no intention of falling for that obvious move.

“Hmm, okay. Then let’s take a look.”

“…Yes. Then.”

Logan just shook his head slightly to brush off his curiosity.

No, I acted to make it look like that.

And after the archbishop left the dance hall, he looked deeply troubled with a serious look on his face.

‘A person as powerful as Sir Harman moves alone and exposes his destination? Moreover, why Kyle?’

It didn’t seem like he was such a thoughtless person… but for no

reason, I felt uneasy. It felt like the strange feeling of frustration that suddenly struck me a while ago was once again settling in my heart.

And now I couldn’t just ignore that feeling. It’s even more strange to think that Harman’s unexpected event has nothing to do with him while he knows the dangers of the gods and the dangers he is entangled with.

Perhaps the unidentifiable frustration I felt a while ago was also related to this incident.

‘Instead of 9…’

The subject that was associated with vague anxiety was too big.

Naturally, it led to one conclusion.

need to help

However, there was a problem.

‘Is there a way to help Sir Harman without being noticed…’

No matter how much I thought about it, there was only one that came to mind.

* * * At some point, the people of Ruspelheim began to experience a frightening experience.

[Follow control until the war is over. If you do that, there will be no problem.]

It was not a threat, a proclamation, or words shouted by knights or soldiers.

The voice of the conqueror that hits directly into one’s mind.

The ‘Best Man on the Continent’, whom they had only heard of through rumors or seen from afar, was speaking directly to each and every one of them.

“Yes, yes, of course! Of course!”

“Honey, why are you kneeling all of a sudden…”

“You do it quickly too!”

“Oh no. It doesn’t feel that scary…”

“Ah, a little!”

After spending every day trembling with anxiety, I was finally starting to calm down little by little.

One day, the citizens of Ruspelheim were frightened and fell to the ground when a voice suddenly rang in their minds.

Regardless of whether it is at home or on the street.

In fact, most of the citizens who were antipathetic to McLane swore to follow his words without even realizing it, a move they had never experienced in their lives.

Surprisingly, after that, I felt strangely at ease and no longer felt afraid of the conquering army that had engraved the flame symbol. They felt a subtle sense of security in being someone who followed the same voice as themselves.

The citizens of Ruspelheim, who had been suffering from extreme tension, could not help but subconsciously hope that the small sense of stability that suddenly came would continue.

And without realizing it, that wish turned into a crush on the owner of the voice.

The next morning.

[Do not stop the citizens of Ruspelheim from gathering. Only possession of weapons is prohibited.]

Once again, no one thought that the words echoing in their minds were lies.

How could there be deception in the ruler’s voice that is transmitted directly into one’s head?

One by one, citizens who were trembling in fear of war opened the locked doors and began to come out.

“…I guess it’s really okay, right?”

“Huh? Are you okay?”

I’m sorry.

Citizens cautiously take to the streets.

They met their acquaintances for the first time in a while under the watchful eye of McLane soldiers spread out all over the place. The subject of their conversation had to be the owner of that voice.

“…They say he’s a god-given hero. I guess it’s true.”

“Yes. How can this sense of stability…”

“I never felt this way even in the temple.”

“Wow, that went too far.”

“It’s not wrong…”

Murmur.

The streets of Ruspelheim are gradually becoming more vibrant.

While citizens were not aware of it, hostility toward McLane County was noticeably decreasing.

And that gave strength to someone who was introverted.

Ugh.

“It’s the power of faith… that this was really possible. It’s hard for me to believe it.”

Logan laughed as he felt his strength, which had been depleted from all-night training, building up like crazy.

It wasn’t just about restoring the Force.

A slight but definitely uplifting spirit.

Even at this moment, his level was rising little by little. The experiment was successful.

“I didn’t know it would get this far…”

Of course, even if I maximized my soul’s power, the limit was to keep this one city within my sensory area.

But if it grows several times or tens of times larger.

And in the mainland of McLane, for example, there are a lot of people who admire themselves.

‘The limits of an Aura Master. ‘Going beyond that limit doesn’t seem so difficult anymore.’

I wondered why Sword God and other Auror Masters could not overcome their limits, but the moment I thought about it, I immediately figured something out.

‘…among the Auror Masters of all time, there was no king.’

Even counting the uncertain legends, there are only five Aura Masters recorded since history.

The first Auror Master who was said to have defeated an evil dragon and saved the world in ancient

times. (I thought perhaps the legend of the Sword God had been distorted.) The Demon King Slayer, a hero who stopped the expansion of the Demon Forest and silenced the Demon King 700 years ago.

Bren Decade, the war god who appeared in the Kingdom of Ares 500 years ago and established the foundation of the empire.

Solon Ireo, the guardian of the Kingdom of Gaia, who stopped the Ares Empire’s war of western expansion 200 years ago.

And if things had gone as they had in his previous life, Jerome Decade would have reached that level 20 years later.

Even including past lives, the number is only five.

Aside from the Sword God and the Demon King Slayer whose names were not even properly conveyed, the remaining three were all subordinates of the king or emperor.

No matter what merit he made, the hearts of the soldiers and the hearts of his subjects would not have been drawn solely to the party concerned.

It was said that even Geomshin, who was said to have the power he had longed for before, was unable to overcome his limit in the end, so that guess was probably the most valid one.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Moreover, the reason why he can handle this power much more easily than he thought may be because the power of the wish given when returning is so great…

“What are you talking about, Your Majesty?”

The thoughts that seemed to continue endlessly were suddenly broken by a single voice.

“Ah… I made you wait.”

Damian, whom I had forgotten for a moment, was pacing around with a nervous look on his face.

“Yes. Please tell me quickly what that important thing is. I’m so worried that my legs are already shaking.”

Damian, who had a pale complexion and was probably joking, kept drooling on his dry lips as he spoke.

It was a very rude tone and manner for something to be said in a private meeting with the king.

“…Why worry so much?”

The king, who had committed many sins and was planning to commit more, could only look away.

“…Why are you so obediently accepting it? Why are you looking away? I’m starting to worry like crazy. Whatever it is, it really doesn’t work!”

“…I haven’t said anything yet?”

“Whatever! No way!! They say the war will begin in at least two months!”

Damian, who had shown the appearance of a dependable tactician until recently, was suddenly reacting like a child, and Logan couldn’t help but laugh.

‘It’s too good to be true.’

Moreover, this guy is starting to resemble Rick more and more.

‘I should warn you not to hang out too much.’

He knew he would oppose it, but the reaction was so extreme that Logan also escaped reality for a moment.

However, he quickly came to his senses when he saw the earnest eyes directed at him, and

carefully got to the point. “I’ll be out ‘just for a little while,’ so I’ll be back as a substitute. Try making something. Rick, who has tried it a few times, is good at it…”

“Your Majesty!!!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Damian let out a cry of despair.