< 56. Baidian Mountains (5) >
#56
Saran Te who had cleaned all the statues opened his mouth.
“The bird I’ve never seen has changed a lot Brigia.”
“You are the same Sarante.”
The voice came from the side. Sarante slowly turned around. Brigia was leaning against his pillar and playing with her hair. It was hard to believe that he was the same person who had just been sick.
“So is this temple. “Nothing has changed too much.”
“It looks like you didn’t come to show respect to Seniel.”
“Well that’s right.”
“I never thought you would defect too. “It’s so cruel of the church to send an old friend as an assassin.”
Saran Te folded the cloth and put it in his pocket. Brigia snorted.
“Ha you’re no slouch as you gave me paralyzing poison as soon as I met you. corrector? “You have to sound like a horse.”
“Do you think it makes sense that Lemeheim’s shadow was captured by the orcs? “I helped you with your immature acting.”
“That’s right. Still wasn’t it plausible to untie the rope?”
“yes. If it weren’t for that treasure I might have been a little worried about you. “I never thought you would use Glang like that.”
The rope that bound Brigia’s hands and feet was a treasure called Glang. It was very tough and had the effect of being released and tied only according to the user’s will.
Sarante frowned at her remembering her image of her pretending to faint and untying the rope. She is a poison that seeps into mana a spell that loosens ropes… Sarante had to tell all kinds of nonsense to fool Ronan of her.
“Still what she said when she unwrapped Glang was kind of cool. ‘Don’t touch this child.’ “She was so scared that her body didn’t move.”
“Enough with the farming. Why did you go through such trouble when you could have just come to see me? She bound herself and was captured by a group of orcs. I am very concerned about her tastes.”
“Well… first of all it’s fun right? And I didn’t want to see as much blood as possible in the temple. “I am also someone who has believed in that rock for a long time.”
“I’m glad that faith remains even if it’s just sediment.”
Brigia was looking at the statue of Seniel as if she were looking at her ex-lover. She lifted her body from her pillar and stood facing her sarante.
“Also… I thought that if I played a situation like that you would come because you were curious. The Vaidian Mountains are Sarante’s territory so you would have sensed my presence anyway. But even if I was held captive all night he wouldn’t come.”
“There was no panic. “For serving precious guests.”
“Distinguished guest? “Are you sure you’re referring to the human children from earlier?”
“Is there anything else?”
“…I saved them because they were so amazing but I should have just killed them all. “I lost my strength with pointless acting.”
“I thought it was an act of good intentions. “I guess it was just a whim.”
“Ever since I forgot to count my age everything has been a whim.”
The smile disappeared from Brigia’s face. Sarante continued her speech with her hands clasped together politely.
“Brygia. Where has your faith in Seniel gone? Didn’t we all move the rock where the soul resides all the way to Konya?”
“It was late that my eyes opened. “The world will be bathed in starlight anyway.”
“Do not fall for the sophistry of false gods. It’s just a delusion and an escape. “The path to salvation can only be found in each person’s life.”
“It’s time to grow up. Sarante.”
match. Suddenly Phrygia clapped her hands. Soon a roar that seemed to shake the mountain range rang out outside the temple.
“Kwoaaaaaaaaah!”
“Gaaaaaa!”
Saran Te narrowed her eyes to the sporadic screams. When she closed her eyes she saw the ogres surrounding the temple. There seemed to be well over thirty.
“…It’s a strange spell. “You’ve summoned so many forest tyrants.”
“This is also the grace of the stars.”
Quang! At that moment a huge hand broke through the outer wall of the temple. As soon as the hand grabbed Sarante part of the wall collapsed. An ogre whose entire body was as red as blood appeared.
“Kwaaaaa!!”
The ogre roared as he held the Saranthe in front of her. Brigia continued her words with a coquettish laugh.
“As you said we have been friends for thousands of years so I will especially inform you of the orders I received. Conciliate Sarante Remation. If that’s not possible kill them. ”
“That’s not very good news.”
“What are you going to do? If you’re as talented as you it’s easy to become a branch manager. “It won’t be long before you will be able to take over the position of the leader’s close associate.”
Sarante did not answer. She was just looking at the ogre’s top with her sorrowful eyes. Soon his mouth opened.
“…If it were normal I would have just accepted death.”
“hmm?”
“Honestly I was just getting tired. “The great soul still has no answer and the game of hide and seek with the church shows no signs of ending even after thousands of years have passed.”
The voice was calm. Even though the ogre’s teeth were shining before his eyes Sarante’s expression was as peaceful as a person sleeping. Brigia asked with a straight face.
“What do you mean?”
“That’s literally it. This time I decided to let go of everything and start a new cycle. But these past few days I have found hope.”
“hope?”
“yes. Seniel has not abandoned us yet.”
At that moment something like a whistle rang out. dump! The ogre’s arm that was holding Sarante fell to the floor. A gut-wrenching scream burst from the ogre’s mouth.
“Kwaaaaaaaaaa!”
Saran Te landing lightly swung her finger at the ogre. The sound of the wind echoed again and the ogre’s body split in half. Brigia said glaring at Sarante.
“Can I accept that you chose the latter?”
“I have no intention of accepting it.”
“I’m sorry. Sarante.”
Brigia stretched out her arms. Her gathered shadows formed the shape of a dagger and were held in her hand. A voice came from between Brigia’s lips as if she were reciting her will.
“We once walked the same path…my friend.”
The shadow hanging over the temple began to stir. Brigia’s Auror was much more advanced than I had seen her before. Saranthe murmured as if she were sighing.
“Drake skin. Storm Song. Double tornado.”
A magic circle spread from beneath Saran Te’s feet and covered her temple. At the same time Brigia’s figure disappeared from her sight. The mana in her area began to swirl and gather towards the ridge.
****
“hmm? “Didn’t you hear something just now?”
“sound?”
Braum looked around. For a moment I thought I heard something like someone yelling. But even as I looked around all I could see were shadows gradually blending into the darkness and trees lined up densely. Asher shook her head from side to side.
“I didn’t hear it.”
“Is that so? Hahaha I guess I heard wrong.”
“Isn’t that a sound from the sky? Ugh…look at the clouds. “I don’t even have clothes to change into.”
Marya whined looking at the sky. Her dark clouds covering the mountain range were gradually gaining weight. The black lump full of moisture looked like it was going to roar and spit out rain and lightning at any moment.
The group that had left the temple of Sarante was in the midst of descending the mountain range. Because I had more luggage than when I arrived the speed of the descent naturally slowed down. Marya who was carrying a backpack three times larger than the others opened her mouth.
“Ah… it’s not heavy but my back keeps chafing. “You can’t call Ronan’s ghost horse in the mountains right?”
“Pyeong~”
Ronan didn’t answer. The same thing happened when Sita pressed her face against his cheek. Asher tilted her head.
“Ronan?”
“Stop talking to me for a moment.”
“Uh yeah.”
He was thinking about today’s events all the way down the mountain range. Ronan’s mind was filled with the woman he had taken to the temple named Brigia.
‘Something is strange.’
The condition looked so bad that I couldn’t make a rational observation. But the more I thought about the memories the more strange everything felt. The fact that Brigia was captured by a group of orcs was questionable.
Orcs are not monsters that keep their prey alive. Under normal circumstances she would have already been reduced to just one meal.
It was also strange that I couldn’t feel any mana at all. No matter how unconscious you were under normal circumstances it was normal for things to come out even if only slightly.
But the mana of that woman named Brigia was invisible even though her senses were enhanced by drinking Sarante’s magic tea. It’s as if she kept it hidden on purpose.
-Quaaaa!
At that moment her roar exploded and the sky above her head brightened. Asher sat down letting out her scream.
“Aaaah!”
“Aser! what’s the matter?!”
Marja and Braum ran to Asher. Ronan quickly turned his head in the direction of the sound. Two huge waterspouts were rising over the ridge. Ronan’s brow furrowed sharply.
“Nimi what is that….”
A torrent of mana could be seen swirling around the waterspout. It was in the direction of the Temple of Sarante. In the fluctuating mana there was a sparkle unique to Nebula Clage that Dolan had seen.
“What is it cutie? Are you really startled by the sound of thunder?”
“It’s not thunder… it’s the head…!”
Asher moaned holding her head. For a moment a shock hit her brain as if cold water had been poured on it. Of the four it was a sensation felt only by Asher whose sensitivity was overwhelmingly high.
“Hey Braum.”
At that time Ronan approached. He took out a pure white stick from her inner pocket and held it out to Braum.
“Is this…?”
“It’s a whistle that summons a ghost horse. Everyone go back to Phileon first. “Never follow me.”
Braum could not refute anything. Ronan’s face warning not to follow was distorted like a demon.
“Never.”
Ronan left those words behind and started running straight along the way he came. Marya and Braum’s voices came from behind.
“hey!”
“hey! Where are you going?!”
Ronan’s figure disappeared behind the rocks in an instant. At that moment a cold drop of water fell on the top of Marya’s head. She frowned and raised her head.
“Why not now…!”
A large drop of water fell again and hit my cheek. Tuk. Fighting. It didn’t take long for the raindrops that fell one or two at a time to turn into a torrential downpour.
****
Shootaaa-
Darkness fell on the mountain range. The rain was pouring down with the force of sinking the world. The rainwater rushing down the slope had a coppery earth color.
“Whoops…whoops…damn…”
Ronan cursed as if he was vomiting and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. My vision which had been clear for a moment became blurred so quickly that it could be said to be instantaneous.
I could taste the fishy taste of blood in the back of my throat. It seemed like it took about an hour but there was no sign of the temple. As she raised her gaze mana flashing like an explosion caught her eyes.
“What the hell are you gasping for…?”
The battle still appeared to be ongoing. The two waterspouts became four and were twisting. Even in the darkness dark shadows were rising like thorns.
“Hu…huu…good.”
Ronan took a few seconds to catch his breath and started running again. The gaze was fixed on the sky. puck! At that moment something hard hit Ronan on the other side.
“Fuck!”
It wasn’t the feel of trees or rocks. A huge shadow stood blocking her eyes. Ronan frowned at the stench that suddenly invaded her nostrils.
“What kind of smell is this?”
Ronan lifted her head. Four lights were blazing high up there. It didn’t take long to realize that it was an eye light. At that moment a strong sense of déjà vu struck Ronan.
“you….”
At that time lightning struck a nearby tree. In an instant the world became bright as day and an ogre with two heads appeared. The head on the right side where Ronan’s eyes met tilted his head.
“Gwook?”
“Big.”
“…It’s been a while.”
Ronan laughed. He felt a shiver run through his limbs.
It is noticeably larger than other ogres. Arms thicker than a tree. There was an opponent in front of me who could not win despite competing for three days and nights. Ronan glanced at the twin-headed ogre and frowned.
“But the condition looks really bad?”
It was a short time but I saw it clearly. The ogre’s chest had the same pattern as the one on the cave giants. At that moment the light faded. The roar that erupted as if it had been waiting swallowed up the thunder.
“Gaaaaaa!”
“Kwaaaaaa!!”
The double glazing echoed through the mountains through the sound of rain. The ogre raised his fist. Ronan kicked off the ground and ran out pulling the hilt of his sword.
