The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 130

decision.

decision.

Giselle’s suggestion. It was a very tempting offer. I had already entered the Northern Empire, but I was at a loss as to where to find the holy relic.

My first plan was to track down the places where the worshipers of the evil spirits were causing incidents, as Giselle said, as there is a map to find the mother’s holy relic.

But if Giselle’s words were true, at least for the time being, there was no need to waste time wandering aimlessly.

Of course, Dacia knew my situation very well.

“What should I do? Priest Marnak?”

Her voice, which had been so shrill just before, died. Dacia seemed to have the same thoughts as me. Jamel, who quickly exchanged glances between Giselle and mine, pointed at Giselle and began defending her.

“Even if Giselle is a bit petty! I’m not the kind of person who would betray someone first, right? I’ll keep an eye on you really hard, so can you trust me just once?”

After a moment of silence, I made up my mind.

“great. For now, let’s go together. But I want you to know that this is not about my trust in you.”

At my permission, Giselle let out a deep sigh and buried her head in the pillow.

“okay. okay. From now on, you just have to prove how useful I am.”

“If you know, that’s fine.”

“But there you are. The pursuer who followed me. Have you interrogated him?”

“Not yet.”

“okay? If so, let me give you a piece of advice. No matter what question you ask him, you won’t get an answer anyway. It’s impossible to open the priests’ mouths when it comes to the worshipers of evil gods. That’s why even in the Liberia, priests are never captured alive. So, don’t lose weight for nothing.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

Still, I thought I’d try to put a word on it for once. I went to the captive priest leaving Jamel and Dacia behind to help Giselle rest in peace.

The captive priest was still struggling with a thick cloth over his head. I broke both of the man’s arms in preparation for an unexpected escape, but he still struggled hard to escape somehow with only his two intact legs.

The metal knight made of immortalium indifferently looked down at the struggling prisoners. Sitting on a rock near the trumpeter of rest, he stared at the struggling prisoner.

Just before I passed the trumpeter of rest and went to Tergio, he stopped me.

“When are you going to kill me?”

“yes?”

He glanced at the struggling priest, then turned his gaze back to me.

“I don’t think you have any other options.”

“It is, but…”

“Then what are you hesitating about? Kill that man right now. That is respect for the author.”

commanding tone. The extremely one-sided way of speaking strangely bothered me.

“Thank you for the advice, but I will take care of this myself.”

“If, like me, you are expecting a conversation to work, give up. I am only talking to you because the trumpets of death and rest have arranged this way. Let’s just say it’s foolish to expect such generosity even from the god the author worships.”

“Then, did the trumpets of death and rest arrange this advice?”

“no.”

He rose slowly from the rock.

“I just mumbled to myself because I was frustrated with the way you were doing. Do it your way. But I’m leaving tomorrow. If possible, I’d like you to make a decision about that man by the time I leave tomorrow. Otherwise, it would be very frustrating.”

After those words, the trumpeter of rest disappeared among the dead.

I stood there blankly until he had completely disappeared, then turned to Terzio.

– Heir! Are you here? Surveillance is no problem!

Terzio greeted me with a bright voice as always. The stroom squeaking on his shoulder was a bonus.

“I’m going to do a little interrogation for now.”

– Is that so? We will prepare it so that you can interrogate right away!

With skillful hands, he raised the prisoner to his feet, removed the hood from his head, and loosened the gag from his mouth. Then the old man’s face was revealed.

Deep wrinkles and finely engraved scars here and there. Deep, sunken eyes stared straight at me. With unparalleled hatred.

I smiled first and then greeted them gently.

“hello?”

“I have nothing to say to the dog of the evil spirit. If you’re going to kill me, kill me quickly.”

“If I were to let you live, what would you do?”

He frowned and replied in a voice full of annoyance.

“Do you think I’m old enough to dwell on my life? Or did you think I would lick your shoes to save this old life! okay! good night! Put your foot out there! If you lick and lick as many times as you want to save my life, I will follow you until the day this life runs out, and I will definitely make you face a miserable fate!!!”

A loud cry. His voice was filled with indescribable rage. If he didn’t have the rope to tie his body right now, he would jump out of the seat and drive a skewer into my chest once more.

As a worshiper of evil spirits, this was the first time he had faced the priest unmasked, but his anger and resentment were very impressive. Have other worshipers of evil gods always been subjected to this unconditional anger and contempt?

“I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

“The wicked bastard of the evil spirit is barking! Even if I was caught because I lacked strength today! Do you think you don’t know what you worshipers of evil gods have done? You are monsters that grew up sucking the blood and tears of innocent people! If you’re trying to make fun of me, stop it right away!”

He had no intention of listening to me at all. After that, I tried to talk to him several times, but he just poured out his anger on me. I eventually gave up talking to him and asked Terzio to re-arrest him.

Leaving behind the squirming priest, he returned to the campfire.

Sitting alone and watching the crackling fireworks, my head was complicated.

If my identity is revealed, will I be attacked with such anger and contempt wherever I go? In fact, I also harbored unconditional anger toward the worshipers of evil spirits after Sanctus died to Riverkell, so it was no different from him.

Are his feelings based on his own experiences, or are they blind hatred planted in him by the gods?

The trumpeter of rest left me with a reprieve that he wanted me to make a decision by tomorrow morning, and I thought it would be better for me to do the same.

That day, we decided to take another day off for Giselle’s recovery, and I sat by the campfire and was deeply troubled.

***

Midnight. When everyone was asleep, I was the only one who couldn’t fall asleep and stayed by the campfire. With a rustling sound, a bandaged woman in a blanket approached from the darkness. Giselle moved slowly and sat down next to me.

“Are you okay for a minute?”

“Were you able to move?”

Giselle answered, squinting and opening her one-sided eyes.

“It hurts a bit, but of course I can move. If it was an injury that I couldn’t even move, I wouldn’t have been able to escape here in the first place.”

“Is that so.”

Well, she was right. Giselle had come all the way here by running away on her own. Giselle stared at the shimmering bonfire and opened her mouth slowly.

“Aren’t you thinking about whether or not to save that pursuer at night?”

I didn’t bother to answer. And that was enough of an answer for her.

“Ha, I thought that would be the case, so I took advantage of it and came all the way here. Seeing that you kept Jamel alive, I roughly noticed that you were a more withdrawn person than I thought. Well, I believed in that and came all the way here, so I won’t bother to say anything. Instead, just lend me a sword.”

“Why do you want to borrow the sword?”

“Yeah, of course, to blow that pursuer’s head off.”

A bandaged palm jutted out in front of me.

“By your weak standards, aren’t there still a few reasons to just kill that man? The priests you have seen, who have been pretending to be priests, must have always been those who defended the weak, did good to those who had no possessions, and did not spare themselves in fighting evil. I fully understand your position. So just give me a sword. I have a reason to kill him.”

“Why… you mean?”

“Yeah why.”

Giselle unfolded the blanket covering her body, revealing her body wrapped in bandages.

“That guy made my body look like this without doing anything, so is there any reason for me to save him? If I hadn’t escaped, I would have died at his hands. So I have a reason. die and kill each other Isn’t that the relationship between a worshiper of evil spirits and a priest? Excuse me then.”

As if she had absolutely no ill intentions, she slowly reached out and pulled the frost steel sword from my waistband. I didn’t block her hand even though I was able to block it well enough.

Borrowing a sword from me, Giselle moved her motionless body and approached the priest Tergio was guarding. I quietly followed her.

Light returned to Tergio’s blue eyes, which had been dimmed by the sound of our footsteps.

– What are you doing?

Giselle grinned as she raised the froststeel sword in her hand.

“I’m trying to sort out some of the warm wounds that haven’t even been labeled yet. Could you take off the hood on your head by any chance?”

Instead of listening to her, Terzio stared blankly at me. I silently nodded and told her to do as she wished.

The hood fell off, revealing the senile priest’s face once more. He glared at Giselle and at me with glaring eyes. There was not a single speck of fear in his eyes. Like someone who is obsessed with death.

Giselle whimpered, raising her froststeel sword and glaring at the old priest. She glared at the old man with one open eye and opened her mouth.

“This old man. How many times have I told you I’ve told you everything I know? If I told you all about it, then you should let me go too. huh? Did you really have to torture everyone who knew everything to make it look like this? I just hate being sick.”

The priest whimpered through his closed mouth and tried to say something, but his voice was blocked by the gag and could not come out. Giselle giggled as she watched the priest struggle.

“Aren’t you pissed off because you can’t refute? Are you crazy? But why can’t I hear everything you say? It’s not obvious at all. ‘I can’t believe a single word that the bastard of the evil god teases with his tongue’ and ‘It spits out only lies and deceit from its filthy mouth’. Thinking about it again, I’m pissed off again. If you won’t believe me even if I tell you everything, why the hell did you ask? I know that?”

She smirked at the priest.

“At least we don’t torture grown women by stripping them naked. I’d rather kill it than kill it. This delicious old man is a pervert. In my heart, I want to return what I did to my body to your body in ancient times, but I have no strength because of you.”

The hand holding the sword trembled. Giselle’s injured body had already reached its limit.

A worshiper of an evil god with a sword and a bound priest. And I handed the sword to Giselle.

At this moment, I was more irresponsible than anyone else.

“bye. old man Please, I hope that your next life will be more miserable and miserable than anyone else’s.”

A sword that falls vertically. I snatched the sword that fell precisely towards the old man’s neck. Giselle, who suddenly had her sword stolen, glared at me with annoyed eyes.

“Are you trying to save that crazy old woman? Even though you have an understanding of the situation…”

Sighs.

Blood gushed out along the cut neck section. The red blood covered the land, constantly expanding its territory. I roughly wiped off the blood on my sword and looked at Giselle.

“You can go back and rest.”

She looked at me and said in a low voice.

“Why did you suddenly change your mind when you could just let me do it? Then you could still be a ‘good’ person.”

Yes, as she said, I could be a ‘good’ person by my standards if I stood by and let Giselle kill this old priest whose good and evil are unclear. The kind of person who only kills the guilty.

“I just did it because I was shy.”

I was ashamed the whole time I saw him holding his sword. I was so ashamed of myself for not being able to make a decision on my own and eventually trying to remain a good person even by borrowing someone else’s hand.

So he took her sword. Choices are not left in the hands of others. Because I was picking it up with my own hands.

Giselle muttered as if she had seen something strange.

“You kill people because you’re ashamed…?”

I didn’t have to confess all my feelings to a girl I wasn’t even close to.

“You can go in and sleep. I’ll clean up after you.”

Giselle nodded obediently at my gentle order of congratulations and left for her own bed.

I knelt down on the floor and prayed.

“mother.”

With a low call, the old man’s body melted and turned into a divinity.

[Divinity: 3876 – > 4876]

Please go to a good place.

I wished briefly in my heart.