The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 206

Louvre Wershaw.

Louvre Wershaw.

The place where a full stomach took me to was a spacious room that looked like his private room. The bed in the middle of the room was modest, but not the size. The huge bed was said to be big enough for three or four people to lie on.

Considering his bloated body, it seemed that he had to grow to that size to be able to roll around and rest to his heart’s content.

I winked at the huge bed.

“Would it be okay if I lay down over there?”

Luvor was in a state where he had to lie down and rest immediately, but the problem was that he was beaten by me and his whole body was covered in blood. From the devil’s point of view, Luvor was nothing more than a ruffian who suddenly came into his shop, and there was a possibility that he would be uncomfortable if I laid the bloody Luvor on that clean bed, as if it were natural.

“Of course you can lie down. That’s what I brought you here in the first place! Wouldn’t it be enough to change the dirty bedspread?”

The devil smiled kindly as if my small concerns were useless and readily yielded the bed.

When Luvor was laid on the bed, the stomach-churning pain tugged at the long string hanging from the ceiling. After a while, there was a knock on the door and the restaurant staff came to visit us.

The devil sighed deeply after telling the staff to bring the braim downstairs and ordering the youngest to bring the priest of the Restoration Church as soon as possible.

“Whoa… First of all, I’ve done everything I can.”

“You must have been in trouble because of the sudden attack of the scoundrel, but you are very generous.”

The devil took a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped away the sweat dripping down his plump cheeks.

“Rather than being generous…”

A bitter smile spread from the corner of his stomach.

“I’m doing this because I’m in trouble if the prime minister’s son dies in my store. In my mind, I want to put my head down properly, but I was particularly patient because I thought that if I fed honey chestnuts, I would go straight to the goal.”

Come to think of it, it was said that Louvre was the only son of the country’s prime minister, Beer Wershaw.

Oh right. What to do with the aftermath of the disaster at the mansion? But again, that’s not a problem for me to worry about.

The beehive or something will take care of it. At first glance, they are preparing for something big, and they will be the ones who will be in trouble if this case grows.

Soon, with a thumping sound, Police Officer Braim slammed the door open and rushed in. He looked at Lubor lying quietly on the bed, covered in blood, and his face went white.

He looked at me with trembling eyes.

“Lou Lubor-sama is still alive?!”

I answered his question with a smile.

“You hide very well. The owner of the shop called the priest of the Restoration Church, so you should be able to get well soon and get up…” ”

But…?”

Several calculations quickly ran through my head.

The body could be healed if it was healed with authority, but it was clear that the spirit of Lubor, who had been eaten once, and the power of the evil spirit accepted by the sword demon would become a problem.

Mental problems are an area I can’t use my hands on, and I had no idea how the aftereffects would remain. In addition, it was also a problem to explain to Breim how he suddenly became a worshiper of evil spirits because of the sword demon.

The soon-to-be priest of the Restoration Church won’t use the holy relic that determines the worshipers of evil spirits on the injured Lubor, so it’ll be fine for now, but he might realize the power that resides in his body by chance as he continues to live. It would be even more dangerous if you realized it unintentionally rather than voluntarily.

In my heart, I wanted to point that out to them, but there were too many things that took me to do it. Externally, it was a contradiction that I, a priest of the maintenance, neglected the worshipers of evil gods.

I thought for a moment whether to give advice or not, but it didn’t take long to decide. As a priest of corruption in essence, making people doubt my identity was tantamount to endangering my party, and I valued my colleagues more than strangers. After all, they were also the thieves who stole my sword.

I picked out what to say to Braim.

“Even if he wakes up, I cannot guarantee that his mind will be intact. Right before I subdued him, he called himself the Sword Demon and acted as if he didn’t know who Lubor was.”

“…is it.”

Breim, probably already expecting this situation, approached Lubor without saying anything and checked his condition.

After attracting attention from Lubor, I asked the devil to call the woman in the owl robe and the woman with blue hair who were wandering around here, to see if they had both gone too far.

Master seemed to understand the whole situation roughly after taking a peek at Lubor lying there covered in blood and the main gift ‘despair’ on my waist.

“Looks like you got the job done easily.”

“I was lucky.”

Master’s blue eyes narrowed.

“As long as the result has been achieved, luck is also part of skill. Yuna Then, let’s go back now. What happens after this is their problem, it is none of our business.”

“I see.”

Braim seemed to want me to stay here in case Luvor woke up, but I didn’t feel the need to do that. At a glance, it was clear that the owl shaman woman would stay here for money and protect her place.

The owl woman said in a low voice, wrapping her owl-shaped robe a little more, as if she had misunderstood the meaning of my eyes looking at her.

“You have solved most of it, but I will guide you to this place. So it is unfair to ask for part of the compensation already received.”

“I wasn’t looking for money.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it or not, you can do whatever you want. Are we planning to leave?”

Once the sword was retrieved, the business was over. I said goodbye to them with a gentle smile.

“Next time, I hope to meet with a smile on a good thing, not a bad thing like this. Enough then.”

Master and I set out on the fluttering carp, leaving behind the devil’s message to come to eat at any time.

The sun was already up in the middle of the sky even though we left the Wet Swallow very early in the morning because of the intense pursuit.

“Master, do you have any other plans?”

Master tapped her cheek, thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“There is nothing. It was lunch time, so I thought about going home after a meal. But now that I think about it, I think it would be better to go back to the ship soon. Everyone won’t be in the mood to eat properly because of a hangover.”

“It certainly is. Then, on the way back, let’s just buy something to eat. I’ve earned quite a bit of money, so I’ll pay for it all.”

A smile spread across Master’s lips as he tapped the chest pocket containing the gold coins he had received from Braim.

“As expected, I seem to have made a good disciple.”

***

Under the power of the Restoration Church priest who came shortly after Marnac left, Lubor’s body was restored to its proper state.

“Ugh…”

Eyelids wriggling. At the signs of a gradual return to consciousness, Braim did not slow down his tension.

I wasn’t sure yet if it was Luvor that was in that shell that I would wake up from now on. If it wasn’t Luvor who was awakening, he had to inform Beer-sama as soon as possible.

Finally, the eyelids slowly opened, and Rubor, who opened his eyes, looked around with a pained sound.

“This is… where the hell…?”

Luvor was momentarily taken aback by the unfamiliar ceiling he had never seen before, but was a little relieved to find Braim looking at him with heavy eyes.

“…Isn’t that Chief Marshal Breme? Could it be that the plan was discovered and everyone was captured by the emperor?”

Braim looked carefully to see if the being possessed by Lubor was acting to escape the situation, but that face with a slightly fierce atmosphere was the usual Lubor itself.

“You really don’t remember anything?”

“What’s… ugh?!”

Lubor tried to recall what had happened following Braim’s words, but his mind was all fuzzy. As if entering a muddy fog.

Fragments of memories that he could barely recall, albeit vaguely, shook his head. red. Crimson, blood-red, was the only thing he could read from the fragments.

It was ominous. Also very much.

Rubor asked Breim in a trembling voice.

“Has the mansion… been raided? Corpses… So many corpses… Whoa?!”

“Since you have just recovered, take it easy first. We will tell you the details later.”

Following Breim’s hand, Luvor lying on the bed murmured lowly.

“What the hell just happened?”

“If you feel better, I will tell you everything honestly.”

Even at that moment, Braim’s head was spinning very fast.

If Lubor couldn’t remember what he had done, it might be better to discuss with Lord Beeru and make up a false fact and tell Lubor.

If Lubor, who was upright by nature, realized what he had done, in the worst case, his mind would be completely crushed. Because his presence was indispensable in supplementing the plan proposed and planned by Luvor right now, with only a few left.

“Come on, have a good night’s sleep. Everything will be fine.”

“stop.”

A soft word. The Owl Robe Woman, who was still there, woke up Lubor’s spirit, which was about to fall asleep. She stared at Luvor and quietly held out her hand.

“Request payment requested.”

Lubor looked at her with blank eyes and finally understood the meaning of her words.

“I have the commissioned money prepared in the drawer of my desk. We will pay you as soon as we return to the mansion.”

Braim’s body flinched and the Owl Woman’s eyes narrowed.

“As expected… the money for my request was correct in that pocket.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know.”

The Owl Woman opened the window of the room without regret. She put her foot on the window sill and opened her mouth slowly.

“Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I will go to the mansion Ready to pay.”

After saying that, the Owl Woman climbed out the window and disappeared. Rubor, who finally regained peace, lay down on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Fragments of blurry memories passed through his head, which was slowly sinking into unconsciousness in the touch of the soft pillow.

sword and blood. The fragments of a man dotted with those two.

***

I noticed one thing while I was walking back with a bunch of food.

Unusually, Master kept glancing at me.

“Do you have anything to say?”

In response to my question, Master was silent for a moment before slowly opening her mouth. Master’s gaze turned to the main despair at my waist.

“Suddenly, it occurred to me that Yeon-i hadn’t heard your impressions of the gift yet. If you don’t like the sword, tell me. This master will get me another sword.”

Apparently, Master seemed to be a bit taken aback by my grumbling about the name of the sword. Suddenly, I felt like an immature military kid, so I laughed awkwardly.

I smiled wide with a lot of gratitude on top of a small sorry.

“I really like the sword. You know what? I don’t know what the hell this chest stone is, but it didn’t get a scratch even when it collided with Immortalium.”

When I said I liked it, the faint worry that stood on Master’s face disappeared. Master looked at me and smiled softly.

“It is a natural story. The chest stone is said to be an ore that neither breaks nor breaks until the strength of the souls it possesses is exhausted. So, in order to shape the chest stones into a sword shape, I personally lent the craftsman the blue flames he created with power.”

“The power of the soul… can’t it?”

Six cities were sacrificed to make four chest stones. It was a story that at least a single chest stone contained thousands to tens of thousands of souls.

“Yeon, what you think is right. Your sword, Despair, is probably one of the three hardest swords in the world right now.”

“Are the other two swords Master’s two blue swords?”

“yes.”

Once again, the weight of this single sword felt a bit heavy. Isn’t this a nightmare tonight because of the thoughts that are tangled in the real soul? The back of my head was slightly sore.

“Yuna, are you scared?”

“Not at all.”

Master moved the packaged food he was holding in both hands to one hand, then reached out and patted my head with his free hand.

“Tonight, will you sing me a lullaby next to this pretty master until he falls into a deep sleep?”

Master’s eyes as he looked at me were full of playfulness.

“…I am not a frightened child. Master.”

“so? If you change your mind, just bring a pillow and come to me. This generous master is always ready to understand his young pupil…”

“Master!!!”

***

After talking about this and that and walking around, we arrived at Wet Swallow Lake before we knew it. As I stepped onto the deck, I heard a low, painful sound in my ears.

‘S…r…h…s…s…!’

“…mother?”

Feeling slightly impatient, I left the food I had brought with me and ran to the place where I heard my mother’s voice.

‘Kill… kill…’

A grimacing face and an endless moan.

“Chalk rice cake… soft and chewy… mumble.”

The sleeping mother was sucking cheeks from Jamel, who had entangled herself like an octopus. Jamel sucked on his mother’s soft cheeks as if he were eating the most delicious rice cake in the world.

‘Sal… ha…!’

sparkling eyes. Eventually, the unbearable mother woke up. The mother realized the condition of her wet cheeks and the identity of the real culprit who set up the bed.

A distorted white forehead.

‘Say hat!!!’

“Kyaagh?!”

The mother mercilessly hit Jamel’s side with her elbow. Jamel, who was suddenly taken by surprise, jumped up on the bed, spitting out her mother’s cheek.

“Priest Ma Marnak!!! It’s a surprise attack!!! It’s the enemy’s surprise!!! Someone attacked my side!!! emergency!!! It’s a complete emergency!!!”

‘Kill and kill.’

Mother grumbled and wiped the drool on her cheek. Then he frowned and sniffed to see if he could smell the food I bought.

‘…killing?’

Our eyes met. My mother jumped up from Jamel’s bed and sprinted towards me, clinging to me and whining.

‘Kill and kill.’

The tell-tale that Jamel dared to eat him. I patted my mother on the head and smiled.

“I bought some food while I was gone, so let’s eat together.”

‘killing!’

“I’m sorry, but I think I should get some of that rice too.”

languid voice. When I turned my head, I was greeted by golden hair and vertically split eyes.

The dragon princess, Rusona Draco, leaned on the deck side corridor and stared at me.

“I certainly remember yesterday that I would treat you like a close friend… but within a day, I heard that my priest, Marnac, had sold my name without hesitation.”

Oh, did you already hear about selling your name to a master?

Rusona nodded and narrowed her eyes.

“I think I have the right to hear the whole story. What do you think, Marnak?”

“…I’ll prepare another chair for you.”

“A very wise decision.”