Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 82

Episode 82 Saint Woman (5)

As a result of the priests of the Quo Vadis family gathering together and praying day and night, the entire process up to the third phase of the clinical trial was successfully completed.

The essence of divine power that can purify all plagues in a wide area with just one drop.

All three drops of this extremely concentrated holy water were produced, even for reserve purposes.

Also known as ‘The Tears of the Saint’ (Plany de la Verge).

It was a level that could uproot all the plagues in the slums with just one drop.

Dolores chanted a prayer of blessing and thanksgiving to the final three drops of holy water.

[See everyone. Here is a woman with only one son. Do you know the sorrow of a mother who saw her son hanging? I, the unfortunate one who had to raise the son of God, howled from that night to the next. It is so painful that my heart does not follow me. Oh my beautiful and wonderful son. This day is the most heartbreaking and heartbreaking day for me…]

The epic poem left by the first saintess weeping shines by comforting all the holy sacrifices in this world.

Before long, bright light began to emanate from the three drops of holy water.

Archbishop Mozgus bowed respectfully and placed a small vial containing them on a tray.

Before long, dozens of bishops followed Mozgus and delivered the holy water.

It was to be stored in a solid underground vault deep inside the official residence of St Mecca’s branch in the House of Quo Vadis.

Soon, numerous priests gathered at the main building of the Quo Vadis family to watch the relay.

“…”

Dolores felt the awkwardness and discomfort in the atmosphere.

It is also because Quo Vadis, a religious chant, was recently in a civil war, and the two forces leading the civil war, the ‘Old Testament faction’ and the ‘New Testament faction’, were all gathered here.

The plague ‘red death’ was such a big problem.

Then a middle-aged man with a heavy, sleek appearance looked down at Dolores.

“Come this near. My daughter, my Nymphet.”

Dolores hesitated a little, then politely lowered her eyes.

“……Yes, Father.”

After speaking, she walked in slow, small strides and stood in front of the man.

Before long, his face fills Dolores’s eyes.

‘Humbert Humbert L Quovadis’.

A man who holds the position of cardinal, a position so high that there is no place for him to rise higher except for the pope.

He reached out and stroked Dolores’ hair lightly once.

“You made a great dedication this time.”

“It’s too much praise.”

Dolores was very careful in dealing with her father.

It was an unusual attitude for a woman-daughter relationship, but it was common in large families, so no one thought it was strange.

Meanwhile, Humbert nodded at Dolores’ modest manner.

“Yes. Report. About what happened in the meantime.”

“……I have prepared a report, can I give it to you right away?”

“Try it with your mouth. Isn’t the writing hard?”

At Humbert’s words, Dolores nodded quietly.

“We plan to purify all the waterways flowing underground in Saint Mecca using the ‘Saint’s Tears’ that were created first.”

“Did you find the source of the plague?”

“Yes. It was an unregistered well in the uplands of a slum.”

Dolores was also a natural investigator.

She was so good at reasoning and search that she belonged to the school’s detective club when she was in her first year at the academy.

Dolores conducted interrogation activities mainly on children among the patients in the slums, and was able to secure many testimonies that she saw a ghost at a well.

When the children testified that a ghost had placed a curse on the well, Dolores went to the well.

Sure enough, the well was seriously contaminated with the plague, and a glass bottle that the culprit was believed to contain had been found.

Furthermore.

“And while investigating there, I found something suspicious.”

From here on out, it’s not in the report.

When Humbert gave a puzzled look, Dolores pulled out the evidence wrapped in a clean cloth.

Humbert’s eyes widened when he saw it.

“……This!?”

A single black dagger.

With a large snake pattern drawn on it, it was definitely the symbol of Leviathan, an extremely poisonous person.

Also beside it was a button.

A golden button with a sickle and a hammer drawn on it, this is definitely the mark of a chaebol family bourgeoisie.

“Where did you get these?”

“They were in different places by the well.”

Then Cardinal Humbert’s eyes quickly turned.

In his mind, a causal relationship was already being formed.

“……Why did you say that the structure of the plague was artificially created?”

In order to create a plague of this magnitude, not only extensive knowledge of poisons would be required, but also enormous research funds would be required.

bang!

Cardinal Humbert gave a hard stomp.

The white marble ground cracked and cracked, and two nearby stone pillars collapsed.

“A holy war is declared! These vulgar poisonous mistresses dare to blaspheme…!”

The will of the Quo Vadis family is about to give even the emperor a handful, so how dare these lowly people who make poison and manipulate money come up with such a dispute!

A current of political strife was flowing between the seven families of the empire.

“…”

Dolores just kept her mouth shut and said nothing.

Then came words that would open her eyes from Cardinal Humbert’s mouth.

“……Did you say it was a night hound?”

Humbert continued with his handsome face distorted.

“He’s suspicious too. Arrest him and attach the Heretic Questioner to him. Make him vomit everything he knows.”

Dolores was visibly embarrassed.

His calm and cool attitude collapses in an instant.

She shouted urgently, with an expression no different from that of any other 16-year-old girl.

“He is innocent!”

“……?”

Humbert’s expression hardened for a moment when Dolores suddenly objected.

“…He?”

Humbert looks down at Dolores in disbelief.

“Daughter. What now…?”

She is a daughter who has always been compliant without a single word of protest.

It means that she was a good daughter who had never gone against her father’s will since she was born, except for having an enemy in the New Testament faction.

But what about now?

“…”

Dolores was trembling with her fists clenched, but was facing Humbert’s gaze.

It seemed that the determination to protect the existence of the night hound was very strong.

‘The person who treated the poor so diligently couldn’t be a wicked person!’

Dolores heard testimonies from many patients.

The person who kept saying he was sorry for what he was so sorry for and treated the patients all night long.

Although he was feeble, he certainly used divine power and not only that, but also a person who released and distributed all his possessions to patients.

‘Why did he say sorry to the patients?’

Because it can’t heal more quickly? If that was the case, Dolores also strongly sympathized.

She felt sorry for sick people every time. Then other people ask what is sorry. Rather, why is the person who should be thanked feeling sorry?

But even so, Dolores was sorry. I always felt sorry for everyone.

And the Night Hound understood that. sympathized with

She recalled a conversation she had had with the hound of the night not long ago.

‘I was lucky enough to have divine power, but my body, mind, and faith are weak. A strong person like you should have been born with such divine power…’

Why did God choose her as a saint? Even if they were not born with divine power, there must have been many others who had strong faith. Why did she give herself the undeserved title of a saint?

The night hound said to Dolores, who lowered her head and cried.

‘The fact that you suffer and feel sorry for yourself must be the reason why God chose you. It’s only when you reach the lowest and fiercest place that the only thing that shines is the love of God you speak of.’

At those words, Dolores couldn’t help but groan inwardly.

Consolation as if spoken by a veteran saintess who has gone through all kinds of prenatal battles and storms.

This advice knocked warmly on her heart, like a knock from her future self to her present self.

Like a mature saint from the classical era, or a trustworthy older sister you want to look like and follow.

For some reason, I felt that way when I was watching The Hound of the Night.

‘When I get older, will I be able to say the same thing you just said?’

‘……Probably so.’

He gave a strange answer and showed a little confidence in Dolores.

The sixteen-year-old girl had such a longing.

Is that why? Before her father, Cardinal Humbert, she strongly insisted on the innocence of the Night Hound.

but.

“…”

The more Dolores defended herself, the more Humbert’s expression hardened.

Soon, Humbert moved with numerous bishops.

“Prepare for an emergency arrest. I will meet him and interrogate him.”

Even Dolores’s dissuade was of no avail.

Humbert walked with a more lively attitude than before and headed for the guest room where the night hound was staying.

Dolores ran after Humbert, bewildered.

He was prepared to throw his body and cover the hounds of the night if the need arises.

……but.

“!?”

Everyone standing in front of the room had no choice but to open their eyes wide.

Whiiying-

An empty room. The curtains swallowed the wind coming through the broken windows and swelled like ghosts.

A night hound that disappeared at some point.

And the priest’s urgent cry coming from downstairs made him guess the situation.

“It’s a big deal! A drop of the saintess’ tear has disappeared!”

That moment.

‘……ah!’

Dolores quietly opened her mouth.

Now it seemed that he had a clue as to why he had come here.

Also, the vague certainty that now that he had achieved his goal, he would never see him again.

While Humbert and the Paladins made a fuss and organized a pursuit party, Dolores just stared at the darkness outside the window.

The moment you accept reality through an empty room and a cold wind through a hole in the window.

…thud!

My heart sank again.

It was a very different beat from the last time.