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[Did you say you failed?]
“…I apologize.”
The Emperor across the screen looked extremely embarrassed.
This was the first time she had posted a report like this in all the years she served as emperor.
The Grand Assassin failed to harm humans.
Even though it is a relatively low-difficulty mission that does not require killing, but rather doing moderately.
[…Can I ask the reason, Seras?]
“It was better protected than I thought, Your Holiness. Fortunately, my identity was not discovered, so I think I will have to take some time to attack it.”
Seras answered the Emperor on the other end of the video call, feeling as if her mouth was dry.
This is my first lie. So much at once.
There was definitely a chance. He got close enough to inflict deep wounds on the man.
It’s a lie to say that their identity wasn’t discovered, and there’s even no need to spend time attacking them.
but.
When I saw that man, a feeling swept over my whole body.
A strange feeling I felt for the first time in my life.
“…”
Seras unconsciously wiggled her fingers and pressed the hood deeply.
It was clear that the expression she was making right now was one that should never be shown to the Pope.
I don’t know why, but I had a strong feeling that this was definitely not the facial expression an assassin should make when thinking about an assassination target.
[…He is definitely an unpredictable man.]
Fortunately, the Emperor accepted her words without much doubt.
The trust relationship we have built so far is such that we can easily convince the other person of at least this level of lies.
Although she feels a little guilty, in the end, all she has to do is deal with that man.
Her loyalty to the Emperor has not waned at all.
[Please tell me anything you need, Seras.]
The Emperor said those words with a benevolent smile.
[Heavenly blessings are watching you.]
I have no choice but to agree.
Seras bowed her head reverently at that sentence.
The only one who inherited the will of Heaven, the agent of the angels.
The religion that saved her from being so severely ‘discriminated’ by the empire, the human who stands at the pinnacle of that religion.
He is a person to whom she must sacrifice her life and be loyal.
“…”
therefore.
The person who bound her to the point where she couldn’t even carry out orders from such a person is worth digging into in more detail.
That’s what it means to take the time to infiltrate Elfante and deal with that man.
At least, I need to find out what makes me feel this way.
why.
Every time I think of that man, my heart beats so much that it makes me so irritated.
And, it starts with gathering more detailed information about the man.
First of all, it starts with what the man does.
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< System Message >
[ Target ‘Seras’ is tracking you! ]
[It is judged to be a minor threat to personal safety. ]
[‘Skill: Desperate Death’ is applied as B grade! ]
“…”
I look at the window in front of me with a sigh.
okay. I thought it would come by this time.
So, I also planned things around this time.
What I’m going to do from now on is a sight I want to show that guy too.
Perhaps, it is something that will bring about a slight change in that guy’s ‘mindset’.
[You mean you even wanted to show me this?]
‘…why.’
[Actually, when I first think about it, Lucien had many shortcomings as a saint.]
Those words came from inside Soul Linker.
It was Balcasus who continued to maintain an attitude of bewilderment.
[But looking at it now, it doesn’t necessarily seem like that.]
‘…What do you mean?’
[Isn’t it true that you are obediently following this now?]
It was clear that the sentence that said that was referring to Lucien, who was being dragged this way after leaving me with his leash.
“…”
“…”
I couldn’t hear any sound other than the sound of grass being lightly stepped on, but I knew that menacing eyes were focused on me, who was making no effort to look back.
“…hey.”
And while I was walking like that for a while.
The saintly woman’s voice, as if she couldn’t bear it anymore, hit me on the back of my head.
“Why don’t you just admit now that you have perverted desires?”
“…”
Since Caliban has been craving me for so long, I don’t even blink at the slightest bit of slander, but I can’t stand this.
He turns his head with a puzzled expression.
“…yes?”
“Why do you have such shameless expressions of unfairness…”
“No, why should I listen to that in this situation?”
“…”
The saintess pursed her lips with an expression of shock. It looks like she’s so ridiculous that it’s hard to even get her head together.
It took quite a while to properly say the next sentence.
“What’s not perverted about this situation?!”
While saying that, at the end of the finger he was pointing at was Yuria, who was being dragged along with her head down.
therefore.
This situation may be referring to my overall state, where I am walking around the outskirts of the academy in the middle of the night, with two sisters on leashes.
“No, you’re doing it because it’s really necessary? “There is no such thing as selfishness.”
It may seem a bit like that.
This is all necessary work.
It’s such an important task that it can even affect your life.
“So I have to explain the most important part why this is necessary! “Get this right before I destroy it!”
“…I’m okay, sister.”
“Yuria?!”
“Because I did wrong to Mr. Dowd…”
Yuria said that and fiddled with the leash with a gloomy expression.
“…This much is okay. “I was prepared to be treated more harshly.”
The saintess, who had been fussing and losing her temper, hardened her expression as soon as she saw that.
Then, he takes turns looking at Yuria and my abdomen.
This is the part where Yuria stabbed me with her sword and cut me in two.
“…I understand, I understand, really…!”
The saintess said this with tearful eyes and grunted.
“…If you can, please do it gently. “I’ve been sick since a while ago…”
“…”
Hey there, saint.
When you talk like that, you’re trash that I can’t even deal with, but it’s like the sisters are being forced to cooperate in something strict because they have their weaknesses taken care of at the same time.
[…Isn’t this point more accurate than you think?]
“…”
[What you look like now, I mean. hmm.]
Balcasus sighed and opened his mouth.
why.
Are you calling me trash again?
[no. Aren’t you overestimating yourself too much?]
“…”
[At this point, I think the word trash is actually a polite way of referring to you.]
“…”
For some reason, while Caliban is sleeping, this person wakes up and is craving me.
I sigh and answer Balcasus.
‘…This way, that side will loosen up a bit.’
[In what part of this action does that person’s guilt resolve?]
‘The problem is that they are both too nice, actually.’
If they were bad people, they probably wouldn’t have cared whether something like that happened to me or not.
If I’m still feeling guilty even though I’ve expressed that I’m okay with it on a certain level, then the fact that it almost broke me in half right away isn’t the point.
Until now, the situation has continued to build up to make me feel that way.
From my perspective, these two people were an important axis of the main scenario, so they did a good job, but I couldn’t just accept it without giving anything in return.
It could also be seen as being oppressed by good intentions. These people are so inherently good-natured that they cannot live without receiving them.
‘It’s making them do work, right?’
Giving Yuria corporal punishment and all that is in a similar vein.
To be precise, it’s enough for these two people to show me clearly how they can be ‘helpful’ to me.
I’m sure that if I show them that, these two people will cheer up and work hard for me.
“…”
What I will ask these two people to do from now on is something that can be said to be done only at this time.
When this is over, it won’t be surprising if they are immediately cut off and asked why they did something like this.
Should I say that I can handle it because I put it away as a way to relieve my guilt?
[…So what does that have to do with walking around on a leash? Isn’t it okay to let them walk around on their own?]
“…”
I’m doing this because I need it.
Tell me how many times.
‘Well, I also need to get used to the taste.’
[…what?]
‘No, I need to do this more often in the future, right?’
[…]
Balcasus closed his mouth with an air of despair.
After being silent for a long time, unsure of what to say, I forced myself to change the subject with a smile.
[Well, training your mental power like this might be good for Lucien as well. It’s because the standard is usually so low.]
‘yes?’
[Do you smoke and drink without thinking, do you neglect your daily training just because you are born with a lot of divine power, do you not know how to memorize all the prayers yet…]
“…”
No, wouldn’t it be possible to just look at that in a humane way?
How can a person always be perfect?
[The profession of a saint itself is a very old profession. And for the saints of my time, that was just the basic qualifications.]
Balcasus was making remarks that radiated old-fashioned energy from his entire body, but that was a setting I was vaguely familiar with.
Although it is not an age-old relationship that rises to the archaeological level of the warrior-demon level, the saint is also a fairly old profession.
If you are from the Balcasus generation…
‘…During the Great War of the Gods, I guess?’
A time when the first warrior, who received heaven’s blessings, was tearing apart the bodies of demons with a holy sword.
The combination of the first hero and the holy sword is the strongest monster in human history, having single-handedly sealed not just one, but ‘all’ of the devil’s body, which can destroy the world if just one emerges.
Of course, he received all the backup he could from the other world, including the blessings of the Archangels, but no one can deny that it was an incredible feat.
It is based on that fact that the Sunghwangguk, which was just a small kingdom without significant resources or notable strengths, grew into a tremendous modern hegemony.
Because the country grew in size solely based on the fact that it produced the first warrior.
Since it was the saints of the time who stayed by the side of such people and constantly assisted them, it can be said that it was natural that Balcasus had a high standard for saints at that time.
“…”
And, if I remember correctly.
That’s the maximum level of Elijah’s growth that can be shown in the game.
If only you could find the holy sword and bring it to me.
This is also the core material of the upcoming 4th chapter, [Red Night].
Who will take up the position of warrior that has been vacant since the previous warrior passed away?
It is a chapter where warrior candidates from all over the continent gather in the golden triangle to determine the true owner of the Holy Sword.
The reason I brought Yuria and Lucien here was also to prepare for such an event.
If you just complete the ‘strengthening’ of these two people here, it will definitely be of great help when proceeding with that part.
“…Okay, we’ve arrived.”
At my words, Lucien and Yuria slowly looked around at the same time.
“This is…”
Lucien looked around, opened his eyes wide, and said those words.
There is no way I wouldn’t recognize this person.
The barrier of the Chicheonsa Temple, especially the outermost one. It is a space at the end of the academy that touches the void area and a few spans of land.
It is a place that remains in my memory.
This is the space where I came to communicate with angels as soon as I acquired Ultrima.
What I have come to do now is similar to that in the larger scheme of things.
The problem is that it is much more extreme… and dangerous.
Then, he moves a little closer and sets Ultrimah in place.
Previously, I had to prepare various things, but now it is an item that has been strengthened several times, including the Echo of Consecration.
This means that the original purpose of the ‘summoning’ ritual is completed in an instant.
“…uh?”
“…huh?”
As the haze rising from Ultima spreads out into the surrounding area, the ‘angels’ residing here suddenly appear.
“…!”
And, as soon as I saw it.
Yuria sat down in her seat, holding her head.
“…Ah, ahhh…!”
The guy lets out a pain-filled groan and twists his body as if in a fit.
The severer spreads a menacing light around him. The white curse eating away at his body shakes like a fit.
I know why it’s like that.
Right now, the white devil inside that guy is probably screaming until his mind is torn apart.
Kill them right now, they are enemies who cannot even share the same sky.
“Yu, Yuria?!”
Lucien gets scared and tries to go towards it, but I grab his leash and stop him. At the same time as juggling, sending Lucien out of the ‘safe range’.
Yuria hysterically grabs her sword and rushes towards the angels.
but.
“wait.”
I also hold the leash and restrain him. The line is pulled taut. If I hadn’t given all the rare materials to Vulkan to make it stronger, it would have been destroyed in an instant.
Recently, my physical stats have improved somewhat, so even with the B-class desperate attack that was activated because of Seras, I can do this to some extent.
“…”
“…You crazy bastard, what did you bring with you?!”
One of the angels I remember screamed like that.
This is an angel who previously gave Ultrima several abilities. This person must have recognized me right away, too, and came towards me with a startled expression.
He’s probably saying this because he’s figured out what’s ‘inside’ Yuria right now.
“Guys, it’s been a while.”
He smiles brightly at that figure and continues talking.
“Can you do me a favor?”
“What the heck…!”
It’s nothing special.
This is a problem related to the ‘strengthening’ of Lucien and Yuria that I mentioned earlier.
Come on, let’s go.
Why don’t we talk about how to ‘tame’ the devil together?
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fantasy,
