64. Sweep (3)
“I don’t know who cast the spell, but I have a vague idea of the structure. Please wait a moment.”
She places her hand on the jewel, as the woman once did. Unintelligible words continued.
I still don’t know what he’s saying, but as he murmurs, the wall becomes more and more flabby.
In other words, evidence that the structure has been understood.
I’m really glad that these aren’t empty words… but I have some doubts. Is it possible for a shaman to have some reach into the realm of magic?
‘I don’t think he’s an ordinary shaman…’
Did you say he was very talented? I had no idea that the scope of his talent would exceed my expectations…
but whatever.
“You can go in now.”
On the contrary, it is beneficial, so there is no problem.
The shaman retreated and I stood in front of the wall.
…I felt really uncomfortable when I tried to go in. This won’t suddenly become hard or anything like that, right?
I slowly stretched out my hand. As soon as my fingertips touch it, the wall shakes again.
‘Ugh, I don’t like the feel of it at all.’
Lien next to him says he will go in first, but if he backs out, his face will be lost. It’s a face I might have to look at from now on, but I can’t avoid her every time.
In the end, I closed my eyes tightly and pushed myself into the wall.
***
“Fire!!”
“Hi! What kind of knights…!”
It was chaos itself.
The members in charge of causing trouble inside clenched their fists when they saw those coming out.
Children, the elderly, people who have lost a leg, people who are blind….
All of these people, even among the poor, have to live with an unavoidable penalty.
Only then did the members understand why the poor were fascinated by this pseudo-religion. No, it would be correct to say that he was bewitched.
The poor are just uneducated and not stupid.
Cleter laughed helplessly.
‘Tell them to make trouble…’
I knew it instinctively the moment I checked their faces. They won’t go away easily.
If they’re being reckless enough to kick them out, they should kill someone as an example. At least the arms and legs should be blown off.
The guards we killed upon entering were not enough. We must touch the poor.
‘But who?’
A child? Old people? A person without a leg? Blind people?
“Turn off the lights!”
“Stop the knights too! We must protect this place!”
A desperate move. As someone who was also a poor person, I could understand why they did that.
Walking down a path where you are likely to die is not because you are stupid.
It is the last hope. To the point where I thought it would be better to die if it ended.
To begin with, for the poor, life was no more than a stone rolling on the ground, so throwing one’s life away was not that difficult.
If it’s for their ‘salvation’.
“Please get out of here, Sir!”
“Oh please…!”
My jaw tightened.
The Murderous Knights are literally murderers. It killed countless people, including old people and children.
The enemy is naturally destroyed, and no matter what it is, as long as the order is given.
‘If I had given an order to kill them all…’
I would have taken medicine and wiped them out right away. At least if they were enemies, there would have been no hesitation.
However, the order this time was not to kill them, but to cause trouble, and the people in front of them were not enemies.
That’s why I couldn’t help but be agitated.
The only time the Murderous Templars become murderous spirits is when they take medicine. Those who did not take medication were merely weak humans struggling with feelings of guilt.
That’s why I try to show a more cheerful side, but…
“Get out!”
“…!”
“Shiia!”
…It was difficult to show cheerfulness even in a situation like this.
Cleter lowered his gaze blankly at the dull shock he felt on his waist.
A small girl was clinging and crying as if trying to stop her from walking.
“Please go out, please…!”
“Shiia! It’s dangerous! Come here quickly!”
A boy calls her from afar. Cleter suddenly came to his senses at the urgent cry.
The child cannot be left alone as long as he touches the body of a knight performing his duties. The atmosphere depends on even these little things. So let’s use this kid as an example…
“…Damn it.”
He swore softly.
‘Captain, I think you made the wrong decision this time.’
Her judgment was wrong.
Rather than members from the poor, people other than them should have come here.
If they were people who did not understand the poor, they would feel guilty, but the depth of their guilt would be relatively shallow.
The culprit was different, but it was a painful moment for those who were in trouble.
***
Ah. iced coffee. ah.
Shiia’s hands were shaking.
There is smoke. Evidence that there was a fire. Even a group of knights came in, killed the guards, and threatened the poor to drive them out.
Shiia could feel the poor.
If we get kicked out like this, this place will be a mess. It’s just a mess. It may never come back again.
“Shiia, let’s run away for now. I think people who run away are just let go.”
It seemed like Paul was saying something next to me, but I couldn’t hear it.
For Shiia, this was a sacred area. A place like a dream world full of only good people with no malicious intent or bad people.
A place where malice cannot or cannot invade.
That’s why I was able to break down the strong boundaries and live comfortably here.
“Uh… why…”
Malice invaded. Bad people come and trample on sacred land. The building is filled with acrid smoke, and a glimpse of red flames shines through a window on one side of the building.
The moment the poor people who noticed the situation blocked the knights’ path and begged her, she ran forward without warning.
No separate goal was set. They just rush at any of the ‘bad people’ they see in front of them.
‘No no…!’
I had barely made a living, but now it felt like I was finally living.
“Get out!!”
“Shiia!”
He was holding on to a man wearing a white knight’s uniform.
“Please go out, please…!”
“Shiia! It’s dangerous! Come here quickly!!”
Wrong. No matter how much I scream, it cannot reach Shiia.
“That stupid kid…!”
Paul couldn’t overcome his anxiety and bit his nails. Even in my hectic state, my mind was trying to figure out who the people in front of me were.
Knights in white livery.
Among the many knightly orders, as far as he knows, there is only one that uses white as a knight’s uniform.
Murderous Knights.
Then, the person who sent them here….
‘The Vampire Count!’
Yes, Deon Hardt.
Far away – my teeth ground apart. Why does a high-ranking person bother to pay attention to a place like this?
Because the Salvation Church is a cult?
I’m not a fool and I know that Salvation Church is not as normal as I thought.
But what is it? The poor have to worry about what they will eat every day. For us, the Salvation Church that gives bread and water is really ‘salvation’ itself.
It could be an evil cult disguised as salvation. It’s okay to have a suspicious plan. Whatever it is, it will be less painful than starving to death.
So, if the Salvation Church falls, we will take revenge.
The opponent is of course─
‘Deonhart is the Emperor’s sword. Then, this current movement must also be an order from the emperor.’
──Emperor.
Was it an intended result or an unexpected move?
At this moment, the tip of someone’s sword was aimed at the emperor.
***
The squishy sensation that weighed down my entire body felt like I was passing through a rather soft pudding.
For no reason, I raised my head while touching various parts of my body and couldn’t help but be momentarily dazed by the scenery I saw.
“What? This place is the same as there before, right?”
No, it’s a little different.
In the prayer room earlier, the chairs were wooden, but the chairs here are light purple. There’s also a door in the corner.
But other than that it’s the same. The white walls and the strangely hanging purple fabric…
“It’s the same.”
“No, it’s different.”
I heard two familiar voices. You came in. Instead of looking back or saying something useless, I scanned the room and asked back.
“Different?”
“Do you see this gold?”
As I move my gaze along Ran’s fingers, I see a faint crack. It was engraved on the floor and widely engraved throughout the room with certain rules.
Anyone can see that it looks like it is a medium for witchcraft.
“There are Jin engraved all over the room. I think it might have something to do with that door…”
The door in the corner.
As soon as my gaze lands on that place, Lien goes straight to grab the doorknob. Contrary to expectations, the door opened smoothly and I was speechless for a moment at the view beyond.
“What… oh…”
I see a green tree. It’s not just one tree. A lot.
Yes, beyond the door was none other than a forest.
“Similarly, it is magic disguised as witchcraft. It is a combination of other spaces, so if you open the door in a non-specific way, you will be connected to the outside.”
“If I open it using a certain method, it connects to the inside?”
“Yes, to be exact, you can move as long as you perform a certain action in this room without opening the door. When you come out, just open the door as usual and come out…” Have you already analyzed that far
? It’s not even a spell, but it’s fast.
“How long will it take?”
“Magic is an unfamiliar area to me… so I think it will take at least 10 minutes.”
At least 10 minutes. too long. Of course, I should be grateful that there was a way… but my heart was very urgent.
It’s not a problem if someone comes in along the way. Since not many will be able to come in at once, it will be easy to suppress them.
But what if someone is already in that room? What if you’re trying to take your belongings and run away through another passage?
As long as he runs away safely, he’ll probably go out completely if Cruel catches him.
“shit.”
There is no other way. Is there no way to just wait? Is that really all there is? really?
In my anxiety, I didn’t even notice that I was walking in circles in this space.
The fact that I found out was when Ran, who was worse than me, opened her mouth.
“Calm down. Nothing can be accomplished by being so nervous.”
Stop.
Was I nervous? No, but that doesn’t mean you can do it as you want, right?
Anyway, I stopped because I had some respect… No, I thought I stopped, but why am I walking again?
Even though I stopped for a moment, at some point I was spinning along this space again. And this time in the opposite direction.
The moment I realized that fact and stopped, the scenery changed without me being able to do anything.
“…Fuck?”
“….”
“No, this is not because I was surprised.”
Why are you here?!
I was surprised that the scenery had changed in an instant, but I froze when I came face to face with Cruel holding a torch in a room full of documents.
***
When ominous smoke came from somewhere in the building and news of intruders was heard, Saerin, the actual head of the Salvation Church, quietly took a step back.
This is Deon Hart.
Perhaps those besieging this building and those wreaking havoc inside are the famous murderous knights.
Other than that, there was no need to think of anyone else.
Aside from Cruel, the only person tasked with eradicating the Salvation Church is Deonhardt.
‘He may be unrelated, but he is also a commander.’
By setting fires, ordinary people are driven out and those who are deeply involved are singled out.
People who had something to hide would try to fight their way through the crowds and head somewhere, so it could be said to be quite the problem, but unfortunately, Saerin’s brain was much better than he expected.
She is from a commoner background and is the Duke of Illuster’s servant.
There’s no way a commoner woman would have had the brains to become a duke’s subordinate.
As soon as she realized that this incident was related to ‘Deonhardt’, she obediently backed away. She didn’t bother to run or rush somewhere to get the documents, but quietly, without holding her breath───abandoned the Church of Salvation
.
