277. Iril (3)
#277
“this. “Have you done it again?”
Abel opened her door and clicked her tongue. A bloody smell reached her nose from the hallway and it was just like that. The room where Iril was staying had turned into a hell that seemed like something out of a nightmare.
“It’s also gorgeous.”
The personnel in charge of guarding and serving were all torn to pieces and their blood and internal organs were decorating the room. I worked hard to get the best furniture and clothes but they were all covered in blood and unusable.
Iril was fast asleep on her knees in the middle of her room. Perhaps because his hair and skin were so white the blood on him was even more visible. His slender hands held a fruit peeler.
There was only one survivor other than her. It was Bishop Olivia who together with Le Tancier was ordered to look after her Iril. She was locked in a corner of her room sobbing as she looked at her severed wrists. Abel said.
“You worked hard. “Olivia.”
“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu cult leader…!”
Olivia stumbled to her feet. Her wound wasn’t just her cut wrist. The stab wounds all over her body were deep enough to reach all the way to her bones.
After losing consciousness Iril killed everyone in her room and maimed herself in a matter of seconds. Her resentful voice flowed out between her parted lips.
“That thing is a monster. “It’s out of control…what on earth are you trying to use it for…?”
“You call her a monster for looking at someone else’s nephew. “It’s too much.”
“It must be killed. If you leave it alone you will definitely become an enemy of the church. yes?”
Abel didn’t answer. Surely he had said that he would make Iril a saint of her order but she couldn’t afford to remind Olivia of that. Abel said.
“That being said as long as she doesn’t lose consciousness she’s just an ordinary girl. Honestly in this case it’s probably your mistake. She overexerted herself and when he tried to get her to do something she lost consciousness and suffered death. “Isn’t that right?”
“I don’t have anything in particular….”
“Then what are the handprints on my nephew’s neck? huh?”
Abel muttered coldly. Olivia’s face hardened. As he said a handprint that looked like he was being strangled was clearly left on Iril’s neck.
“Please forgive me. “The wind struggles so hard…”
Olivia who belatedly admitted her mistake was about to make an excuse. A red line appeared on her neck and her head fell. Phew! The blood gushing from her cuts wet Abel’s face.
“Huh…I just need to do a little more but why isn’t everyone listening?”
Abel sighed at her. He brushed the blood off her knife and led her away. Despite the steady progress of the final chapter the work seemed to be arduous.
“Kek kek!”
“Uhm are you awake?”
At that time a violent coughing sound was heard from behind. Abel turned her head. Iril awoke from her sleep and was clutching her neck gurgling.
“Kolok kolok…this!”
“It’s your work. After all you can’t fake blood.”
Iril looked around her and sighed. She did not realize that it was she who had committed this massacre. Rather than reprimanding her Abel smiled sweetly.
“I’ll call the doctor right away. I don’t want her body to get cold so I’ll wash it first and change into new clothes. “Don’t worry we’ll prepare a new room for you soon.”
“There’s nothing I want to talk about with you all… Please send me back.”
Iril said in a trembling voice. Now it was slowly reaching its limit. She didn’t need anything she just wanted to be with her brother. She muttered without realizing it her tears streaming down her face.
“Ronan….”
“Of course they will send it back. After work is over. Don’t be so harsh just listen to me. “The world will soon come to an end anyway.”
Suddenly Abel started stroking Iril’s head. It was a careful movement as if touching her precious treasure.
“Originally everyone would face death in fear and despair but with you it’s different. You are the only one who can give them a peaceful death. “Don’t you plan on embracing the world with your kindness which has only encompassed her younger brother and the people around her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Iril slowly shook her head. I could not always understand a word this person said. Either way Abel followed her.
“You can do it. If it’s your strength. Now the item that will complete you as a saint has been completed.”
“…yes?”
Iril tilted his head. Perfect! Suddenly Abel snapped her fingers and the closed door opened. Archbishop Le Tancier walked in somewhat.
“Is that…?”
Iril’s eyes widened. In Letancier’s hands was a luxurious cushion. Above it a small tiara was scattering brilliant light.
The jewels that were embedded in them were shining in a cool white color like the stars in the night sky. It was beautiful but it didn’t feel very good.
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“Then it’s not like the savior’s location was discovered. “I was just unlucky.”
“that’s right. It’s a blessing in disguise. “I think an investigation was conducted at the denominational level because a person as talented as a bishop died.”
Elsie nodded her head. The two were chatting about something they had missed while waiting for a while. The current topic was the reason why Archbishop Pasagarde suddenly came all the way to the Sea of Ghosts.
‘It sucks until the end. ‘Like a fucking cat.’
Ronan clicked his tongue as if he was tired of her. The chase team led by the archbishop had been dispatched to investigate Barca’s sudden death. If Elthea had not quickly intercepted it or been defeated the savior would have definitely been killed.
“…It seems like it’s slowly coming to an end.”
Suddenly Elthea who was looking at the snowy field muttered. The chaos caused by the Archbishop’s attack was quickly coming to an end.
The believers of Nebula Clage who were still alive were being wiped out one by one by Elthea. Terrible screams were echoing sporadically.
“Ugh! “Help me!”
“Oh Elthea please have mercy…Keuheook!”
There were so many spirits that there was no need for Ronan to step forward. The spirits that appeared as bodies of ice were mercilessly tearing apart believers who were begging for their lives or running away.
‘This woman is no ordinary either.’
There was no change in Elthea’s face as she watched such a tragedy. Contrary to her appearance her remains showed that there was no mercy in her hands as was typical of Nebula Clazier’s former chief executive. Sita was circling in the air absorbing blood scattered everywhere.
“Bwahaha!”
Sita who was full and in a good mood burst into laughter. Seeing the blood drops constantly forming it seemed like it would take quite some time. Elsia who was looking at her sita opened her mouth.
“A dream. She carries her precious child as her companion.”
“Yeah whatever. “It just so happened.”
Ronan nodded at her. Come to think of it it had been a very long time since she heard the word dream bird.
“Your appearance and abilities are very unusual. What are your parents?”
“I don’t know either. “The one I gave birth to was a little furry cat named Marfez but he wasn’t that kind of monster.”
Ronan shrugged her shoulders. It has already been three years since I met Sita but the secret of her birth is still shrouded in mystery.
A supreme phantom species born under the influence of its surroundings. Until recently Varen had been conducting research on dream birds but she was unable to uncover their secrets.
‘I’m curious.’
Ronan quenched his appetite. It was a topic worth delving into next time I get a chance. At that time an ice golem doing restoration work waved her hand at the two people.
“Guoooo!”
“ah. “I guess it’s done.”
The floor that had been crushed by black energy had been restored without a single scar. It was possible that she was a spirit who could freely manipulate her elemental spirits. She said as Elsia pointed to her makeshift doorway.
“Let’s go in. “I don’t have much time.”
Elsia often took her steps in stride. Ronan followed her in silence.
The small passage left intentionally was closed the moment Elthea and Ronan entered the ruins. Elsia who was walking down the steep stairs opened her mouth.
“But how did you get into the ruins? “Did you break the entrance over there too?”
“No way. “I just entered the password and came in.”
“…A 24-digit number?”
“yes. “I’m not bragging but I caught a glimpse of him pressing it the other day.”
Ronan scratched her head as if he was disparaging her. Elthea was just dumbfounded. What matters now is that she saw the password right?
“…okay. Anyway I’m glad I came before it was too late. “Savior’s condition has been getting worse recently.”
“What?”
“If things continued like this it would be difficult to survive even for a month. “How glad I am that you came…”
A combination of sadness and relief was evident in El Sia’s voice. She explained that the Savior’s condition had worsened over the past month.
The reason she lost to her opponent Pasa Garde who was originally supposed to win was because she worked hard day and night for the savior’s treatment. Ronan asked.
“Why did it suddenly become like that?”
“Perhaps Abel has become stronger. No matter how much it is she is having an effect on the wound she suffered over a thousand years ago… If things continue like this it is dangerous.”
“Can the savior be saved?”
“If this is really Abel’s blood.”
Elsie nodded her head. Even as she was going through complex emotional changes her eyes were full of confidence. The two soon arrived at the savior’s room. Push-i-ik… The iron door opened left and right with the sound of the wind falling.
“…shit.”
Ronan seeing the savior cursed. He was still trapped in the glass coffin. As Elthea said the wound on his chest had noticeably worsened. The stains that had been expanding from the center of her stab wounds had now covered her entire upper body.
I honestly thought he was dead. Fortunately the foam coming out of his nose and mouth showed that he was breathing. Elsia wearing her white gown began operating her various mechanical devices.
“Then let me begin.”
She didn’t seem to have any intention of wasting a second. She didn’t know if it was because of her savior or if she was taking into account Ronan’s situation that his sister had been captured. Ronan seeing the determined expression nodded.
“I believe it.”
After taking a deep breath Elsia immediately began her treatment. As Ronan expected her process wasn’t much different from last time. Abel’s blood and the drug she had developed were flowing into the barrel connected to the savior’s body.
“please….”
Elsia chewed her lips. Ronan looked at the Savior once more and clenched her fists. If you slept that long wake up soon mister. Your daughter was taken.
It was the moment when the last drop flowed into the body of the savior. His eyelids which had been closed the whole time opened and his sunset-colored eyes appeared. Elthea hesitated and backed away.
“Old Savior…can you hear me?”
Her slender shoulders were shaking unsteadily. Elsia asked in a trembling voice. Her eyes were wet as if they were about to pour out water at any moment.
The answer hasn’t come back yet. Ronan suppressed his emotions by gritting his teeth. Up to this point it was the same as last time. Elthea was about to say something again. Her savior’s lips which seemed to have been locked forever slowly parted.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“iced coffee…!”
Elthea’s eyes widened. Her stagnant tears poured out. Ronan ran towards her in a hurry and caught her as her legs gave out and she fell.
“Fuck are you okay?”
“I…I…!”
Elthea began to sob. She had no idea that she was a person who could make such diverse facial expressions. Ronan’s gaze remained on her savior even as he supported her. The savior suddenly made eye contact with Ronan and spoke.
“It’s been a while…my son.”
The moment Ronan heard those words his body stiffened. His mind turned white as if lightning had struck. What should I say in times like this? Ronan who was thinking bowed his head.
“…Hello.”
