The Grand Mage who transcends by returning Chapter 201
You heresy.
It is indeed a time-honored solution.
A long time ago, Kyoguk abused this and went to the goal, but for now, that’s not important.
I designated the Marquis as a heretic.
It was designated as heretical an individual called the Marquis, not exactly the ‘marquis family’.
Implicitly, it means this.
– Give me the Marquis.
I have no intention of touching another guy.
If you just put out the ‘marquis’, you won’t do anything special.
Of course, there’s no way the Marquis of Kellibos would accept this.
Isn’t it funny that the four great families of the world, not a small viscount baron family, immediately hit their heads at a single declaration of heresy?
But that’s all under the assumption that ‘normal procedures’ are being followed as a territory-to-territory.
Right now, I am standing in front of the Marquis’s territory and the mansion where the Marquis himself resides.
holding a huge flag.
“Milion Kellibos, Marquis of the Empire, come out with humility and be judged for heresy.”
The sentence written on the flag raised.
The gazes of the knights guarding the main gate of the mansion were fierce, but it didn’t matter.
just wait
At least the Marquis couldn’t ignore my protests at all.
You can’t scare me openly.
and after a while
“Hero.”
I slowly raised my head to the shadows cast over me.
The Marquis was standing in front of me with a distorted face.
“Suddenly, what is this?”
“Are you here? Well, I think you can understand it if you look at what is written on the flag here rather than haphazard.”
I said that and slowly got up and faced the Marquis.
skinny face.
In about two years, the Marquis has become quite a corpse-like face.
However, obsession and desire are still sleeping deep in the eyes.
“As you can see, I was waiting because I judged that His Excellency was engaging in an act directly related to ‘heresy’.”
“Has Heo Gyo-guk already forgotten the lessons from the War of Prophecy? You, the hero, will brand me as a heretic without any evidence?”
At first glance, he looked confident, but there was a look of nervousness in his eyes.
He is now feeling the pressure of me approaching him in this way.
What is the nature of that ‘pressure’?
“It deserves the label.”
“…what?”
“Isn’t it? It’s like struggling to the point of using witchcraft without being able to escape from the past.”
“…?!”
At my words, the marquise’s eyebrows twitched.
i know
What are the ‘experiments’ the Marquis has been doing so far?
It’s not something that can simply be sorted out in a day or two.
If not, it must have been over 10 years.
In other words, the Marquis cannot clean up his ‘laboratory’ installed in the mansion.
Yesterday, when I was analyzing the Chimera, I realized it.
The Marquis’ ‘experiment’ is being carried out using the enormous life force that surrounds this territory.
A being similar to that mother must also be maintained by relying on that vitality.
“I know that your Excellency is conducting an interesting ‘experiment’.”
“…you guy.”
“Of course, there is no way that His Excellency could be cornered by saying that it is a heresy judgment. I know that.”
At my words, the marquise’s eyes shook for a moment.
I tapped the ground with the staff I was holding in one hand.
“But, Your Excellency is so cheap, and the city is nothing more than cutting off the ‘test subject”s maintenance power.”
“…!”
At those words, the Marquis was shaken.
He doesn’t even respond by asking if he’s making any nonsensical bluffs.
That ‘experiment object’ must be quite important.
“I hope you… …!”
“His Excellency, life is truly a series of choices. Of course, His Excellency, too, has to make a choice.”
“you…!”
The Marquis shouted like a fit.
“You don’t know what you are doing! What are you blocking? …!”
“You don’t think you know?”
I smiled and looked at the guy.
Then, as if chewing and spitting out each letter, he spoke to him.
“Do you think I don’t know?”
“…!”
I no longer felt the need to be formally polite.
No matter how he reacted, I was sure.
The ‘experiment subject’ he is researching cannot be a mother.
Even if it’s a mother… ….
‘I bet you don’t want it.’
Wouldn’t you want to be a puppet of a monster with only that obsession left?
After clearing my mind, I felt a little more at ease.
I took a step back and opened some distance from him.
“No matter how your Excellency reacts, I intend to act according to my subjective views. Heresy is heresy. There are no exceptions.”
“Laughing….”
“It’s something you’ll have to wait and see to find out what’s funny. First of all, I would like to correct the ‘unnatural’ flow of life that currently flows in the territory… ….”
I looked straight at the Marquis.
It is clear what this ‘unnatural flow of life’ is.
Life heading to the Marquis’ ‘laboratory’.
The Marquis is sucking the lives of the villagers little by little for his experiments.
Right now, it’s only at a level that doesn’t interfere with the management of the territory, but again, you don’t know.
“I believe that if you are not a heretic, you will of course cooperate with me?”
“You bastard…!”
The Marquis’ shoulders trembled.
He glared at me with eyes that he could never forgive me for.
Hatred and malice in their eyes.
do whatever you want
Anyway, I came here today to say this.
“Then I will wait and hope to hear a good answer soon, sir.”
With those words, I bowed my head.
It was understandable, but it was a greeting that made the recipient even more uncomfortable.
* * *
After the hero disappeared, the Marquis clenched his fists and trembled.
How dare you insult yourself like this?
no more than that
‘Is he noticing?’
what are you doing
And what is its purpose… ….
However, he was overly composure for such things.
I thought that if it was his personality, the road would go wild.
‘…I have to speed up.’
There is no time.
If he really noticed, there’s no time to hesitate any longer. Wasn’t it almost finished?
yes it is a bit
If you drag it a little too hard.
He should be able to hold ‘her’ in his arms sooner.
After it was created, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
It must be after destroying all evidence.
The Marquis’ steps toward the mansion quickened.
He went straight to the lab.
I’m sure demons are still experimenting.
Hiding his impatience, he arrived at the laboratory.
The glass coffin in which Marianne was kept.
As he approached the glass coffin, he recalled an old memory for a moment.
Marianne’s death.
The death of his first love, the half he never forgot, changed a lot.
Ironically, the feelings I felt then.
…It was a pleasure.
The relief of not having to see my love embraced in Walpurgis.
Besides, the devil who came before.
Avaritia.
A demon in the form of an old human.
– I’ll give you what you want.
The guy conveyed his ‘proposition’ with a polite expression.
It happened a week before the death of Marianne, who was terminally ill.
Of course he accepted.
With the help of the ‘devil’, he was able to get his soul under the pretext of paying his respects.
It happened at a secret time when no one was aware of it.
“What’s going on, sir?”
asked Capra, who was watching the progress of the glass tube with her hands behind her back.
“What is the elapsed time?”
“Well, it’s as usual. Is there something wrong?」
“The hero approached. They labeled me a heretic and forced me to cooperate. I guess I know.”
“…Hmm.”
Capra tilted her head.
“Did he reveal his true feelings to His Excellency?”
“He forced me to make a choice. They took the power of the experiment hostage.”
“It is the word of life. indeed….”
Capra nodded in understanding.
If he took it as a hostage, it was understandable that the hero reacted that way.
“Then you must move quickly. Before he finds out… ….」
It was then.
Tung.
The light in the laboratory flickered with a brief flicker.
Capra and the Marquis contorted their faces at the same time.
“I can’t believe this…」
Sudden supply of life was cut off.
It has only one meaning.
That something cut off the supply of life from outside.
If ‘something’ in this situation… ….
“…Warrior!”
The Marquis’ face distorted.
* * *
Even so, I am a person who remembers reaching almost the pinnacle of magic.
Of course, it was not difficult to find useless life supply hidden in this territory.
The so-called slash-and-burn tactic.
After talking roughly as if there was a need for the Marquis’ cooperation, behind the scenes, things are already going on.
“It was like a ghost in the place you said. destroyed.”
The butler patted me on the back and told me.
Of course, Lian and Aileen also worked hard.
Ariandel had other business to attend, so he couldn’t participate, but anyway… ….
A total of three supply routes were destroyed right away.
At least, the time until the experiment the Marquis so longed for was completed was considerably delayed.
The Marquis cannot complain to me no matter how unilaterally the experiment is interrupted.
Simply being accused of heresy and proving yourself to be heresy are two entirely different matters.
In the latter case, there is no protection whatsoever.
It means that even the imperial family will become hostile.
In other words, when it comes to ‘this’, the Marquis has no choice but to be beaten.
The more he does, the more impatient he becomes.
And if you are in a hurry, there will naturally be gaps.
No matter how hard the Marquis tried to keep his composure, it was something he had devoted himself to over ten years.
Because the results are right in front of you.
On the contrary, the impatience clouded the marquis’ eyes.
It could be for a while.
Even if the Marquis didn’t act foolishly, if it was a very brief gap, he could stab the dagger.
“But what are you going to do now?”
“What to do? I told you. They say they compete with instigation and fabrication.”
No, to put it bluntly, it’s not a fabrication.
It’s not a lie to say he’s a heretic.
“I did, but….”
In any case, agitation is an old-fashioned way to do it without rest inside and outside.
It’s a ‘heresy’, but from the point of view of the marquis, you can chew it openly, but from the point of view of the vassal below it, it is not.
I’m sure there will be a guy with a numb foot in the middle of it.
Besides, the ‘young blood’ inside must be in full swing.
It is certain that it will not turn in favor of the Marquis in any way.
Of course, that doesn’t end there.
Public opinion within the territory also needs to be changed.
There is a need to change the atmosphere in the most advantageous way.
then….
“Shall we go now?”
“…Where?”
I said as I looked at the people staring at me with my eyes wide open.
“Temple.”
If you want to properly use your title as a hero, there’s nothing else you can do here.
* * *
We arrived at the shrine.
It was to get cooperation from the archbishop, who is in charge of the temple.
No, it certainly was… ….
“What the fuck.”
Daejeon, where the archbishop must have greeted us with a solemn expression.
There, the archbishop with a broken head was lying on the ground.
Finely ground ashes lay neatly beside it.
And at the center of the sight.
“Oh, are you there, Mikhail?”
Standing there was Ariandel, smiling benevolently, holding the castle in one hand.
His temper was stained with blood.
“Ariandel, what is this….”
“I mean. If you are a priest who has been in liaison with heretics, I think even the archbishop should break his head.”
“…ah.”
It was only then that I seemed to know the circumstances.
Well, since Kellibos is not a normal family, how could the archbishop of the temple that has its roots here be normal?
“Did you get sick?”
“Should I say lucky? It was because he caught the situation of receiving money back from the devil. Ah! I don’t know about the devil, but the archbishop is still alive, so don’t worry?”
“hmm.”
It seems that half of the soul has already escaped from the archbishop’s body, but it seems that he is not dead anyway.
Anyway, Ariandel pointed to the hand of the archbishop, who had fallen with a broken head.
The bag of gold coins was large and shining beautifully.
She tilted her head at everyone’s eyes for a moment, then stiffened her body as if she had realized something.
“Was I too impatient?”
“No, you woke up well.”
I smiled and gave a thumbs up.
