Episode 261
Caan!
âItâs stronger than Iâve heard.â
Sword Saint Esther.
A representative genius of Carpe, a girl who was chosen as a candidate for sainthood from a young age.
Junice recalled what she knew about Estherâs past.
âThe fallen nobleman. She was sold as a slave, but the person who bought her at that time was Sullivian von Bright, who was of royal blood.â
The fallen noble girl grew up and became a saint.
He developed the strength not to be ashamed of having someone like his mother as his sword.
âIt is over.â
Quadang!
Estherâs sword, Sullivan, pointed at the fallen Carly, shimmered in the sunlight.
âIf there is something you want to protect, grab the sword even if you have to roll through the mud. Itâs a noble thing, and you wonât be able to protect yourself, let alone those around you, with just that much determination.â
Whirly Rick.
Carly, missing the predatory sword-Loas, chewed her molars. Sword Saint Esther.
It was even stronger than the skills he had in his memory.
got a baby
My hands were sweaty and my mouth was dry.
âHold the sword!!â
Kali hurriedly pulled out her sword, Erbiwe, at the sound of Estherâs voice.
âAmong the men I knew, there was a man who knew how to give up everything he had to protect his own. Are you prepared for that?â
Kwaaaak.
Kaliâs new model, tightly wrapped around the hilt, disappeared.
spot. Kaang-!!
Kaliâs sword attack that suddenly appeared outside of Estherâs gaze.
Junice also flinched at his strong attack that extended like a thunderbolt.
But Esther didnât blink an eye and blocked Kaliâs sword.
On the contrary, it counterattacked.
âYoo-su-hwa.â
keying!
The moment she tries to attack Estherâs sword again with water flow.
Estherâs brow furrowed.
âHis shedding is not fuss like yours.â
It was then.
Esther took Kaliâs empress again. As if drawing a full circle, he changed the flow of water that stretched out like a thunderbolt as if it were his own sword.
â!!â
Like the oil painting of Colius.
Surprised, Kali stomped on the ground a couple of times before raising her sword above her head to defend herself.
And right at that moment.
âHoewol.â
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh
Estherâs sword, which drew the moon as if it were dancing, extended to Kali.
âTurn it off!!â
The moon flew towards him.
Kaliâs model, which was dragged in at the moment, stumbled and was hit by the projected sword face and bounced off.
shiver.
After wiping the blood from her mouth and seeing Carly hesitatingly holding the sword, Esther nodded heavily and gripped the sword.
I didnât miss the sword this time.
Estherâs cardinal expression has changed.
He bent his knees and lowered his sword.
At the same time, a strange wind blew.
Estherâs divine power rose like a wave along with the gentle wind.
The holy power that covers the area makes everything around it sacred.
However, only Carly, who was holding the sword in front of her, felt more afraid than anything else.
âMoon.â
invisible moon.
The moment Estherâs sword is about to unfold.
softly.
In an instant, the pieces of paper gather and block Estherâs way in an instant.
Estherâs fingertips, which had been cut without hesitation, touch the tip of a knife, like a piece of metal that cannot be seen as paper.
and that moment.
The pieces of paper turn into butterflies and disappear. The man who should be in front of Esther.
Carly also disappeared.
âWhatâs missing? Esther! Corruption is gone!â
âThe piece of paper⌠Itâs the work of Krasion magician Walcom.â
Krasionâs magician, Walcom.
Thereâs nothing else you can do with scraps of paper like this.
âWerenât Krasion and the Colius on good terms? I know you attacked the North several times and got into trouble with Colius. Why did you help?â
âMaybe he didnât help.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
Estherâs expression is not good.
âHe was probably an alter ego of Colius. I remember hearing that those who walk the path of God sometimes create such things.â
âYou mean thatâs really a⌠incarnation of Colius?â
âyes.â
I used the skills of Colius.
He carries his sword and looks just like him.
But he wasnât.
I was using his skills and using his sword, but it was just an imitation.
It was an inexperienced sword.
âI will find it.â
âHow can you find it? Magician Walcombe is the best on the continent, to say the least.â
However, I still had to find it.
he was immature
He was inexperienced in how to handle power and did not know what was right and what was wrong.
If left alone, he might become Krasionâs puppet.
He was inexperienced, but in other words, he was someone who had another potential of Colius.
âYou have to find it. If Krasion hijacked the incarnation of Colius, the reason wouldnât necessarily be a good one.â
Another being with his potential.
If Krasion coveted the incarnation, it would surely be bad for him.
* * *
Halfway up the gorge of Lymphedore.
Carly stood precariously with her sword in hand.
âWalcom, the magician of Krasion. And you⌠Ramatu the water dragon. Is that Archbishop Nemesis?â
In front of Kali is a mustachioed gentleman holding a staff with an eagle engraved on it. Magician Walcom.
Ramatu, a water dragon wearing a ragged robe. And Archbishop Nemesis, a stout old man holding a handsome fan, was looking at him.
âYou look alike, I want to kill you right now.â
Ramatu, holding a cane like an old tree, trembled in anger.
âLooking at us, it seems that some of Godâs memories have been transferred. Itâs fun.â
Holding a fan, Nemesis stroked his beard and smiled sinisterly.
âHowever, compared to the main body, it has insignificant power.â
Magician Walcomb evaluated him.
However, when compared to the body.
Walcombeâs eyes were clear.
âEven with that insignificant power, itâs enough to catch one or two corrupted people. A newborn baby who has just been born.â
However, Kaliâs potential is higher and stronger than anything else.
âHis potential is superior to anyone else, so even if I kill him right now and make him a weapon, I wonât be able to compare it to anything else.â
Carlyâs neckline drew a high and low.
However, Krasionâs trio seemed to have no intention of making Kali a weapon.
âItâs not worth it.â
âHe is as white as my paper. A person who can easily be stained with anything.â
Someone who will absorb anything like a sponge.
It is a being that will absorb anything, good or bad.
could be put to better use.
Because of that, he risked taking it out in front of the two saints.
âThis is luck. God is helping us.â
âYou mean the god of the scabbard?â
Walcome gave a wry laugh, and Ramatu grumbled brusquely.
âWould such a half-penny god help us?â
However, it was soon followed by a scary smile.
The three eyes turned to Carly.
âGod has abandoned you.â
âGod has not abandoned me!â
âIf God hadnât abandoned you, would we have appeared before you? You know better what your gods think of us.â
Carly couldnât open her mouth easily.
He knew better than anyone else that his connection with God had been severed.
It was because the thing that was as natural as breathing was connected to God.
As if the motherâs umbilical cord was connected, the natural thing is now cut.
I couldnât help but be agitated.
ââŚwhat is the purpose?â
âThe heart of the Dragon King. And the fragments of the corruption of the beginning. Thatâs all we want.â
Dragon Kingâs heart. and fragments of the beginning.
I was wanting nonsense.
The power of the dragon king is that the corruption of the beginning of the demigod is also the beings whose power is equivalent to that of a demigod.
Carly was dumbfounded when I told her to kill such people.
âI need you to do that.â
âWhat if you donât like it? You canât even do it in the first place.â
When he refused, a sword made of paper hung around Sophieâs neck as if she had waited.
âWith the current power, it must be so.â
âIâm mistaken about something, but I didnât give you a choice. If you donât listen to us, the child you care about will die. You donât need to put emotion in your hands to kill corruption. It is possible right now. bantling.â
Corruption that ensues.
âEven if it is corruption, if there is nothing to connect, isnât this an infinitely weak corruption?â
ââŚâ
After thinking for a while, Carly opened her mouth.
âI am weak. I donât even have the ability to do that.â
âI will fill your bowl.â
Something appeared in Ramatuâs hand.
A mysterious fruit of subtle light.
It was a fruit that clearly remained in Carlyâs memory.
âThe fruit of the overturned tree!â
It is called the fruit of the gods.
A divine fruit that gives you special powers.
âWith this, your bowl will be filled.â
A thing that even his god wanted to have.
I couldnât figure out why Krasionâs guys were carrying them.
ââŚyour purpose. Was it for you to become gods?â
At Kaliâs question, the three of Krasionâs mouths curled wide.
He burst into laughter and then spoke with a straight face.
âno.â
âThen what?â
Ramatu raised his finger to the sky.
âThe Fall of God.â
ââŚ?â
âBecause weâve realized that itâs better that there are no gods in this world.â
* * *
Inside the Temple of Colius.
Sitting in front of the kneeling Coca, Callius listened to his report with a thoughtful face.
âAs expected.â
The story of those who have been summoned as corpses and end their lives by themselves after being like living corpses who have lost their sense of reason.
Hearing the story of the suicide, Colius was convinced that it was the work of the gods.
Otherwise, thereâs no way something like this could have happened.
âYes, but I want to ask you one thingâŚâ
âSomething.â
âWhy did you ask me to find out about this? Thanks to that, I ended up in a mental hospital. No matter how much I think about it, I think Iâm crazy. OtherwiseâŚâ
Callius stood up and patted Coca on the shoulder, who was suffering.
âThe wall will soon come down. Between those who desire and those who want to keep. There are things I want to transcend, but they will all fall apart.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt means that the plan of the gods will work.â
Koka frowned at the words like a Zen dialogue, then lowered his head in surprise.
Callius didnât care about Cocaâs appearance and threw a question.
âAsk me one question. Is the number of people called to this continent greater or the population of this world greater? Where do you think there are many?â
ââŚI wonder if there are more people who have been called. Even if they die, they come back to life.â
Even if that wasnât the case, the population of those who were called was larger. The inhabitants of this world simply die from colds, from food poisoning, and die easily from absurd events.
It is a world where the average life span is less than 50 unless you sharpen your divine power.
âright. War brings death and blood feeds the earth.â
âBut why is thatâŚâ
âMost of the normal people are afraid of death, but not those who have been called.â
The fertility of the land benefits life, and the gods intend to use that fertility.
âWhere are the places where they die the most and are reborn?â
âIt must be a battlefield.â
âright.â
The battlefield of the Dragon Demon War.
The place where the most life burns and dies.
âThat is the goal of the gods.â
soon.
âBorders will be broken.â
That eats up many lives.