Episode 143
After finishing the conversation with Mikhail, Kier called Cariaman.
“That warrior who reached Mel Orn has already noticed that grace has come upon our condor.”
He said that and met Kariaman’s eyes.
The terrifyingly black eyes were staring only at Caria.
“Yes, I know.”
“Right.”
Kier nodded at Cariaman’s calm answer.
He once again confirmed whether Cariaman was ‘grace’ or not.
However, Caria’s grace still existed. No, on the contrary, it seemed even more special.
‘It’s stealthy enough not to be noticed by the hero… …You can’t miss it I don’t know how
the hell this special grace bloomed.
Of course, that’s not to say there aren’t any quirks at all.
‘…How on earth did grace bloom?’
According to Kariaman, he seems to have successfully reunited with his mother, Milium.
What Kier expected from Cariaman was ‘twisted hatred’ for his mother.
Just like he had feelings for his brother.
But Milium is coming.
Gradually, the feeling seemed to be blunted.
Nevertheless, Kier saw potential in Cariaman.
That’s why I invested two of my compatriots in tracking him down.
But I never thought I would successfully bloom grace alone in this way.
‘There’s no chance that the damned hero did anything to Mel Orne… …It can’t be.’
Kier’s faith in ‘him’ was absolute.
imitate his grace?
impossible.
No matter how brave he is, his unique sacredness cannot be helped.
What we see in Cariaman is restrained immorality, despair and hatred… ….
None of these are feelings that don’t go well with the hero and shouldn’t go along with them.
“What was the emotion that was the source of your grace?”
“It is the source. I think the vice-captain already knows.”
“Speak with your mouth. I need to make sure.”
Only Caria laughed at those words.
It was a truly low smile imbued with deep hatred and malice.
“I hate my mother.”
“Wasn’t that resolved?”
“Huh, did you look like that?”
“hmm?”
The mother-son relationship between Cariaman and Milium must have improved considerably.
Even within the mercenaries, no one doubted it.
Even among ‘brothers’.
Together.
‘…It was smoke?’
Cariaman’s shadow wriggles.
Looking at Cariaman, he was smiling at Kier.
In that smile, Kier felt the malice clearer than anyone else.
“her.”
I had to admit it.
Cariaman, who is here, is definitely one of the great ‘countrymen’.
The malice in that smile was speaking to him.
Until now, only Karia had shown her mother that everything was acting… …
In fact, the black malice did not go away, but was lurking in the depths of the heart!
The great master showed one-sided motherhood without even noticing his son’s twisted hatred.
silence for a while.
And soon after… ….
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Kier let out a delightful laugh.
He looked at Cariaman with mad eyes and said.
“I was wrong! I can’t believe I’ve been hiding such twisted hatred until now!”
“thank you.”
“right! That much deserves the blooming of such a special grace! Excellent Mel Orne!”
you are like me!
Saying that, Kier praised Cariaman’s malice with satisfaction.
The suspicion in his eyes completely disappeared.
Instead, what took its place.
‘Available!’
That you can try something special by using this ‘Mel Orn’.
can kill warriors
With his own hands, a hero that even those two great demons could not do.
If so, I had no idea what kind of grace I would receive.
‘Haha brother. You are foolish.’
He thought of his older brother, who was still resisting the erosion down there.
hero? honor? faith?
What’s the use of all that?
In the face of an overwhelming presence, all of that becomes meaningless.
– Don’t forget honor.
He remembered what his older brother had always said.
up
I broke my teeth.
It’s not like you don’t know how your parents died because it’s so trivial, but you can’t get tired of it and keep going… ….
After groping the past for a while, he belatedly felt Cariaman’s gaze toward him and came to his senses.
“I will give you a chance. A precious opportunity to sever the ties of insignificance and live as a part of Him.”
“What do you mean by chance?”
“Buy the hero’s trust and hold on to him somehow. So that he doesn’t go anywhere else.”
Kier had something to believe in.
Even the hero who annihilated two great demons is different from the one he follows.
If the conditions are met, no one can beat him.
It was fanaticism.
The fanaticism that the person he worships, Enoch, is essentially different from the other great devils.
‘The bowl will be completed soon.’
Kier recalled the future with a cold smile.
The complete resurrection of the Great Demon.
And you will be at the forefront of that resurrection.
* * *
“…The Great Devil is coming directly?”
“Oh right.”
I nodded and answered Ryan’s question.
‘I didn’t think Enoch would intervene at this point.’
A lot has changed.
In the course of my busy running around beating demons, many things were twisted.
The twist was certainly a good thing, but ironically, a situation I didn’t anticipate was also created.
Such was the case this time.
The situation of the Condor Mercenary Corps is completely different from what I remember from ‘before the return’.
The future in which they would be destroyed by Baalzebub disappeared, but on the contrary, erosion accelerated.
“Unfortunately, Enoch seems to have more venom than I thought.”
“…Wait a minute.”
Ryan stuttered and looked at me.
“Isn’t that Enoch the same level of demon as the Asmodeus he dealt with last time?”
“Originally, they’re of the same level, but at this point, I’d say they’re stronger than him.”
“…no.”
At my words, Lian touched his forehead.
A more powerful being than the two Great Demons I’ve dealt with so far.
Ryan’s reaction was not strange at all.
Even the butler and Milium could see that they were flustered.
Milium asked cautiously.
“however…Why is there a possibility that the Archdemon will intervene directly?”
“The degree of erosion of Vice-captain Kier is more serious than I expected. Up to that point, it’s somehow within the permissible range, but… …”
I frowned as I recalled ‘that’ I witnessed during the conversation with the vice-captain.
“The monarch’s brand.”
“…what else is that?”
“It is a stigma that the Great Devil instills in some of his loved ones. It is a terrible proof that only a limited number of renegades who gave their souls can receive.”
Even before the return, there were many renegades who received that stigma.
They stood on the front lines and cut down humanity without a moment’s hesitation.
[It was definitely a stigma.]
‘Yes.’
It was confirmed that the ‘stigma’ was stamped on the vice-captain thanks to Set.
Proof that Enoch values him more than I thought.
different from before the regression.
…If there had been a defector with a ‘stigma’ on the Condor, Baalzebub wouldn’t have killed the entire mercenary corps.
In other words, the things I’ve done so far have changed the situation.
Eileen said with a firm expression.
“That means the situation is not as optimistic as one might think.”
“yes. Plus one more.”
In a way, this is natural.
“It looks like Enoch is using Sir Mylus to draw a bit more ‘big picture’.”
“If it’s the big picture…”
“Looks like he intends to make Sir Mylus his vessel.”
“…!”
My words brought shock to everyone’s faces.
“Wait a minute! Bocchan’s bowl?! Are you saying that the Great Devil is using the master’s body as a vessel?”
“Oh, I understand.”
“Isn’t the Great Devil existing in the world right now? A bowl can’t be called Advent… …”
“No, not like that.”
I briefly remembered the information about the great demon ‘Enoch’.
He is one of the archevil’s with quite peculiar characteristics.
Of course, each of the beings called the Great Devil has a special personality.
‘Because the personality that has no substance is unique among them.’
Enoch has no substance.
Alone, it has little effect on reality.
That’s why he creates his ‘fellowship’ and interferes with the world through his fellowship.
It’s like a plague.
If not stopped here, Enoch’s followers would spread all over the world like cockroaches.
However, there is a bigger problem than the followers of that terrifying expansion power.
Enoch’s body.
Instead of being insubstantial, Enoch can occupy the body of the eroded ‘vessel’ under certain conditions.
The power varies greatly depending on the capacity of the bowl, and it is possible to extract and eat up to the ‘limit’ of the pot’s potential.
That is, when you become a master… ….
‘It’s a real nightmare.’
Of course, it is very difficult to mentally subjugate the Master.
But even that is nothing if you spend a lot of time on it.
Now it can be said that it is almost finished.
If you forcibly prepare for losses and shorten the time, it is probably possible right away.
“Then what are you going to do? Apparently, the vice-captain is holding Sir Mylus’ lifeline through witchcraft. It seems almost impossible to rescue Sir Mylus before the vice-captain notices… …“
It is true that it is difficult. Surely that’s right, but… …”
I grinned and continued.
“There’s no need to take a standard approach when you know where Sir Mylus is trapped, right?”
“What is that again?”
“therefore.”
When the erosion is complete, Sir Mylus will surely be reduced to a vessel.
However, the problem is that it will take time to completely purify Sir Mylus and solve the problem, and the other party will not let it go.
then rather
“Let’s make it runaway first.”
“…yes?”
Everyone’s eyes were focused on me.
All of them looked like they were seeing the devil somewhere.
the butler asked me
“What are you talking about again? Let’s run dangerous Sir Mylus out of control. what is that… …“
Think about it. If we intervene, the vice-captain will naturally become suspicious and may end up dealing with Lord Mylus.”
Even if you have worked hard for a long time, if you are wrong, you will make a powerful master your enemy.
Moreover, at this point, he is stronger than his fellow master, Milium.
In other words, it is not a very pleasant situation for us.
“But what if Sir Mylus doesn’t survive the erosion, but instead just flips over?”
“Bocchan, please…”
“What you think will be right.”
I nodded my head at the butler’s words.
In order for Enoch to make Sir Mylus a ‘perfect’ bowl, 100 percent perfection is required.
But what if Enoch possesses a vessel that is 95 percent incomplete?
The remaining 5 percent.
For Enoch, the great devil, the difference of 5 percent is very large.
And so do I.
“It is used in reverse. It is not to prevent Enoch from entering Lord Mylus’ body, but to induce him to enter ‘imperfectly’.”
“…What about Sir Mylus?”
“You’ll think about that later. I can purify it enough. If only Enoch was caught in it.”
Purification is possible as long as it is not completely eroded and reduced to a vessel.
that 5 percent.
That small difference is what determines whether purification is possible or impossible.
And if that 95% of imperfect vessels are enough, they can deal with a master named Sir Mylus.
“Uh uh…”
Eileen tilted her head at my words.
There’s something I want to say, but it doesn’t come out.
“That’s after all… …You’re talking about beating Sir Mylus, right?”
“yes. Shall we call it destruction for the sake of creation?”
At my words, the expressions on everyone’s faces when they saw me became even more grotesque.
“no…”
All of them looked like they didn’t know who the devil was.
* * *
“…haha.”
With a weak laugh, Mylus lowered his head.
Gradually, the strength to endure was waning.
I wanted to hold on longer, but I was left without a promise for too long.
His will was getting weaker.
…If there is no hope, wouldn’t it be better to give up everything here?
“Yes, give up.”
The demons below endlessly seduced and whispered to him.
Stop now and give in to yourself.
that would make it easier.
At first, he overcame all the temptations with his steel-like mental strength.
But after all, he was human too.
He has endured with the upright conviction and spirit of a solid master that he has kept throughout his life, but even that has reached its limit.
Those temptations are painful.
It’s slowly eating him away.
‘If you’d rather give up… …’
He thought to himself and quietly closed his eyes.
And when I was about to fall into such endless despair.
Toddler.
“…hmm?”
Basement with no one there.
Isn’t it that something small is toddling there?
I peeked.
“fairy…?”
is a fairy
It’s like a ghost, avoiding the monsters that meticulously infest the floor.
Then Tung! He jumped at Mylus, clung to his shoulders, and climbed up with difficulty.
– Hard after!
“you…”
– Dirge! Farm the land well! My fist is a fist that can pierce the sky!
Somehow, all of the answers were missing screws, to the point where Mylus’ face, who had just given up and was about to get frustrated, became blank.
“Why is the fairy here…”
– Message! Hero!
“…Warrior?”
-hit!
Dirge the Elf screamed, flapping her short arms and legs around.
Warrior.
Mylas’ eyes trembled.
The hope that had been forgotten until now, as if it were natural, stuck out its head a little.
If this fairy is the evidence sent by that hero… ….
“What did the warrior say?”
hope.
With hope, he asked the fairy.
The fairy suddenly grimaced and shouted.
– Despair!
“…huh?”
Mylus thought.
what did i hear now
Great mage who transcends by regression
