A Saint Who Wants to Fall 84

Chapter 84 – Streets of Charata (1)

Episode 84: Street of Charata (1)

When this dark space was torn apart, the darker streets were revealed.
There was dirty dust all over the floor. A musty smell wafted through.
Lesilia covered her nose at the first smell of iron.

Ikarut follows the noise coming from afar and moves.
Following her rifle, Lesilia looked around her.
Rows of red lights glowed as she left the narrow passageway.

“Oh, oppa, don’t you want to have a fight with me?”
“Young man! There are a lot of great older sisters here, come in once and I’ll give you a cheap price!”
“There, big-breasted sister. Would you like to work with us? If it’s just my sister, the money is coming in quite a lot!”

The demon king and the saintess suddenly appeared.
Noticing that they are outsiders, they run like the moon and shake their prey.
The clothes of people soliciting customers on the street look expensive or vulgar.

This was the back alley where illegal activities were rampant, the streets of Charata.
Lesilia looked around her as if she was curious about the way she had never seen before.
The beasts open their teeth at the innocent look.

“… ?!”

The aura mixed with demons instinctively planted a sense of rejection and fear.
The people flocking like wolves took a step back before they knew it.
Lesilia glanced sideways at the prostitutes and subtly took a seat next to the demon king.

Although no one came within a 1 meter radius.
Some of the gazes were stuck like chewing gum and didn’t come off.

‘The holy sword came out here too.’

In the streets of Charata, helpers appeared to help the hero.
They met naturally through quests, so it was an ambiguous relationship to artificially find a point of contact.

‘The person who gave me the holy relic that concealed the oracle’s energy was probably Lady Daphnell.’

Daphnell Evelot.
She was the daughter of the Baron Ibero family on the outskirts of the empire, and a noble who embraced the underworld.
The center of the underworld, the streets of Charata are very dangerous places, but
The hero was able to travel without danger thanks to his strong back, Daphnell.

‘It’s an npc character that only serves as a simple helper, but now it’s different.’

A world where games are real.
You should also pay attention to characters who briefly appeared in the main quest and then left.
Especially if it’s the one who contributes help to the hero.

‘If I meet Daphnell Ivelot, I will be able to find out the current hero’s location.’

However, as she is the hand of the underworld, her identity is not easily revealed.
It moved secretly like a shadow and was difficult to find.

“I, master… Where are you going?”
“There are people who know the streets well. It’s a face you’ve seen as you pass by a few times.”
“You know me too?”

Lesilia snoops her head, pointing at herself with her index finger.
Ikarut preferred to move deliberately without error.
Due to the unprecedented game patch, the entire scenario was twisted and the possessor’s strengths were blurred. Stepping out also requires careful consideration.

“You’re a long way from there, stop there.”

As I entered the dark alley again, the thugs who had followed me widened the distance.
Looking at the grinning face, it seems that he looked quite funny.
Ikarut glanced at her and then moved on again.
When Lesilia follows her gaze as well and turns around, she meets her eyes with the bully captain.

“Wihyuu, what is it, isn’t it a pretty face? I didn’t know because I was wearing a cape.”
“Captain, again, don’t say things that will scratch your sister-in-law.”
“Tsk, what kind of sister-in-law is that woman! She’s a limp bitch like a pig trying to make money.”
“You’re going to sell it to a brothel after eating it anyway.”
Haha! Pretty women make money!”

Lesilia hurriedly paced herself as she stepped right next to Icarut.
As if she noticed something in her glance, she paused for a moment and turned her head.

“Mikey girl! Uh, go de-“

The chasing voice suddenly stopped.

Worse! Spam.

Blood spurted out at the sound of her swing.
Her head rises like a fountain and rolls on the floor.

“I didn’t know Belphegor would be here.”
“They say drug making is a hobby. I hear she often goes to traffic in drugs and rare materials.”
“I’ve never met you properly except for the first time I met you in front of my master… It’s a little awkward.”

Lesilia whispered without looking back at the red-soaked street.
She was blushing as if she were ashamed of having shown her genitals openly the first time she met Belphegor.
Even if the human died, her saintess didn’t care anymore.

Stomp… Stomp…
Footprints were also stamped at her far end past the puddles of her blood.

“Kureuk… Kuruk… “

A grotesque sound that only the bright-eyed Ikarut could hear.
Belphegor’s test subject, pretending to be a human, kindly greeted him.
He annihilated the group that was wary of strangers who appeared on the streets of Charata, and even went so far as to protect her.

‘Annoying things will happen.’

Signs of numerous groups entering along the alley.
The shorter the distance, the more severe the space distortion, so I tried not to use it.
Things got pretty annoying.

Ikarut tore apart this space at the presence of the front and back of the alley.

“Master? Oh!”

Grabbing the saintess’s arm, I entered her.
This space disappeared as soon as it swallowed the two beings.

“Kureuk… Kuruk… ?”
“Damn it, did I miss it?”

Other hoodlums barely found any trace of the stranger.
Some kind of stupid person stood on top of a pool of blood.
It was quite different from what the captain told me earlier.

“As expected, is it your guy? Our captain… Where has the captain gone?!”
“Kureuk… Kuruk… “

A bully with a stern expression guarded his weapon.
He was an ordinary person wearing a mask, but the atmosphere was strangely unpleasant.
His actions and signs were not human, as if he were human.

The hoodlum’s nostrils bulged open as he drew a long knife, ripping fire through his face.

“Uh, ah! A monster, a monster!!”
“Kuweek!”

A large number of tentacles came out of his face.
The quiet alley became a mess in an instant.

***

“Eww… Ugh… “
“Are you okay?”
“Ah… Yes… Are you okay… Woo-wook… “

Suddenly, I rode this space and moved through the space.
I rode it twice in a row without mental preparation.
The distorted vision and intense headache caused Lesilia to stagger her body.
I grabbed her swaying wrist and helped her balance.

“Go, thank you… “

Lesilia’s cheeks turned red.
She deliberately crossed her legs, though staggered. Ikarut had already noticed.
Perhaps because he stopped holding her by the wrist, Lesilia stopped her charms.
However, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster stuffed with sunflower seeds.

“However… Where is this place?”

Big roadside with little population.
The shabby signboards were lined up in a row.
Some buildings were on the verge of collapsing. There were also shops without doors.
The only people walking were the demon king and the saint.
Most of the tramps and beggars sat down from place to place.

“Are you feeling well?”

The saintess could not look at this pitiful and pitiful human being.
Standing in front of a legless beggar staring intently at them, he extends a kind hand.

The rotten eyeballs shone sharply in an instant.
Soon, she put her hands together, holding back the tears.
It meant asking for money.

“What can I do… I don’t have money… “
“What? Then get out of here! Wow!”

Instantly changing his attitude, the beggar spat.
The phlegm from his chin was smeared on the tip of his shoe.
Lesilia narrowed her eyes in embarrassment.
The beggar, ignoring this, turned his head and looked at Ika Root.

It was a grace that looked like a lot of money.
The beggar, wandering the streets begging, had a sad expression on his face.
Bringing her hands together, she deliberately turns her body toward him.

“Goodbye wizard… I’ve been starving all day… Please… Just give me one silver coin… “

When the beggar’s attitude changes, Lesilia looks at the demon king and the beggar alternately as if she had been stabbed in the back.

“Noisy.”

Unfortunately, the one in front of me was the Demon King.
Red eyes filled with boredom.
He had no sympathy for these rotten humans.

Anything that gets on his nerves is likely to kill him.
I was instinctively afraid.
The beggar, who had become a slaughterhouse, shook his head and hurriedly hit his head.
Even when the dust got into his nostrils, he stayed still.

“… You pretend to be missing a leg to look pitiful.
Don’t try to get the upper hand by being mean. “

I was only greedy for the subject of wanting compensation under the pretext of sympathy.
Ikarut turns his foot away as if he doesn’t want to be seen.
The petty beggar rolls his eyeballs here and there as if in a fit of rage.
As he moved away, I secretly peeked out his eyes.

“Sheesh, I hit the ball.”

Seeing the back of him walking with the hem of his cloak waving, he collected his phlegm and spat it out.
Her saggy pants take shape as she straightens her bent legs.

“I liked that I caught the wizard man… Write… “

A person suddenly appeared through a gap in the shadows in the air.
At first he thought he was a wizard.
Most of the wizards were wealthy, and the wizards from the streets of Charrata were interested in the forbidden black magic.

Just in case, a woman from the same company approached the beggar who was watching closely.
Women are generally kind and nice.
She tried to get money through the woman, but was pushed back by her man’s momentum and became a fisherman.

“I have to hand over the information to the information dealer and sell it.”

What happens on the streets of Charata becomes information and money.
Heinous criminals, famous aristocrats, and famous artists also come here, so the information about the wizard you’ve just seen will be a pretty good deal.
The tramp grinned, stroking his filthy chin, at the thought of taking the big bucks.

“… ? Why is the wind blowing like this?”

At that moment, dust rose. A black fog comes along as well.
The clear vision was covered with a shadow, blinding both eyes at once.

“My, my eyes… My eyes… !!I can not see… I can not see!”

Even after wiping and wiping, the shadows did not erase.
The blind beggar screamed and sobbed.
The black aura blocked the leaking screams.
The vagabonds and beggars who secretly watched the situation left the place until the demon king left.

The saintess, ignorant of the facts, followed the demon king while questioning the empty streets.

“Here… Is it right?”
“If it’s as Mamon told you, that’s right.”

End of the street.
Lesilia swallowed her drool as she looked at the roof that was about to collapse.

Smart, Pasasac!

She only knocked and the door fell out.
It was dusty as if it hadn’t been cleaned in time. Lesilia sneezed several times and rubbed her hands.

“… You’ve come to the right place… “

The inside was even more messy.
The experimental tools were falling apart and messing with eggs. Even the water bottle that fell in the middle was not moved to its place.
The magic ingredients were piled up on one desk like a mountain.

“Long time no see.”
“… Meet the Demon King… “

In the middle of the messy floor, Belphegor was lying sprawled in a witch’s hat.