Chapter 67 – Cultists (8)
“Damn it!”
The connection with the tattered golem was severed. It was a story about a tattered golem. Apprentice Warlock Eric hurriedly packed his things.
‘What excuse do I make to Madrick?’
Eric was dispatched to this small town under orders from the church. He was initially with the senior warlock, Madrick. However, Madrick left the village after polluting the villagers’ minds. He entrusts Eric with an artifact that can control the undead.
“Damn it, I wasn’t being greedy either.”
The five nuns of Eurmia.
If he could extract those pure souls, his status as a warlock could be higher. Their eyes were turned upside down by the petty greed and they attacked them with undead. As you can see, the result was ruined.
‘It’s all those bastards’ fault.’
No matter how much you think about it, these bastards who ran away with their children saying that this is not the case. He said he was a neighborhood friend, and he told me how to get ahead, and he hit me in the back like that.
What else should I say to the branch manager?
No, that’s something to think about after running away. After packing his things, Eric opened the door and hurriedly came out.
‘First of all, it’s far from the village…’
I heard the sound of wind cutting behind me. I turned around in a hurry, but it was too late. A sharp pain rose from the collarbone.
“Ouch…”
Whirly Rick. Same sound heard again.
This time it’s thighs
Erik fell to the floor, clutching his thighs. A dagger was stuck in his thigh.
“Who is it!”
A man trudged along in the dark. He was a dark-haired man in light leather armor.
“You were stuck in a very corner. He struggled to jump and thought he was dying.”
“How is this…?”
“The monster smelled like you.”
The black hair pulled out a dagger from her waistband.
‘I-I’ll die at this rate!’
Eric raised his morale. He spread his palms toward his dark hair, moving his morale.
The black magic to use is [Mental Disruption]
At Eric’s level, it’s just recreating the trauma of black hair for a very short time. But that gap is enough. All you have to do is stick a dagger through his throat.
But things did not go his way.
“Where?”
The black hair threw a dagger. The blade of the sword pierced the back of Eric’s hand.
“Keah!!”
The fraud has been dissipated. The black hair pulled out the dagger from Eric’s collarbone and stuck it into the back of his remaining hand.
“If that’s the case, I won’t do anything serious. Be patient and wait for the nuns to come.”
“Aagh!!! You bastard!!!”
“Shut your mouth.”
He kicked Eric in the mouth. There was no power control whatsoever. Eric’s front teeth are broken.
“Cheup…”
“If you make noise one more time, I’ll rip his mouth out. Stay still.”
The black hair gave that warning and sat next to Eric. Eric looked at the profile of the black hair and cursed all kinds of things inside. In my head, I even imagined cutting off his limbs and torturing him.
However, the reality is quite the opposite.
Rather, he is the one who has to worry that Eric will be tortured by him. He did as his black hair told him to, and he kept his mouth shut. While enduring the pain.
‘Damn it, how did I… I have to endure it for now. When the opportunity arises…’
…Will there be a chance?
He was stabbed here and there with a dagger. I can’t concentrate because of the pain, so I can’t raise my morale. Even if you force it up, it’s a problem. As an apprentice black magician, the black magic he can use is limited.
It’s just to confuse the opponent for a while.
Even that was useless in its current state.
Also, according to the words of the black hair, the nuns are also coming here. As a cultist, if he is taken away by the nuns, his future is clear. He will be tortured and then executed.
‘Oh, no…!’
I don’t want to die.
I came out of town because I wanted to succeed. But nothing has been accomplished yet. I can’t die like this.
Eric is miserable but determined to beg for his life. He made the most servile voice possible.
“Sa-save me… If you want anything, I’ll give it to you!”
“I do not need. You don’t seem to have anything, but what…”
“Bag, open that bag.”
“Bag?”
Dark hair frowned and punched Erik in the face with his fist.
“Ah!”
“Where is the repair work?”
“Ah, no… There’s an artifact inside…”
“Relics?”
The dark haired eyes changed. I wondered what if he didn’t know about the artifact, but it seemed like he did. Thank god.
“If it’s a lie, look for it.”
The black hair rummaged through the bag. I took out a medallion with a skull pattern. An artifact that can control undead.
“That, yes. That’s a relic…”
“What is cheap?”
The black hair clicked his tongue.
“Cheap? No, rather, I’ll teach you how to use the artifact. Save me instead… Eh?!”
Eric opened his eyes wide. This is because the artifact held by the black head suddenly glowed and turned to ashes. The black hair dumped the ashes on the floor and brushed off his hands.
“It would be nice if it was high-end, but it’s rare.”
Eric didn’t know what the black hair was talking about. The dark hair turned to Eric.
“Well… But thank you.”
Eric’s expression brightened a little. I don’t know what happened, but if you say thank you, there’s a chance you’ll be saved…
“Keah!!”
The black hair pulled the dagger from the back of Eric’s hand.
“But when you tell the nuns about this, it gets a little awkward. Sorry.”
“What, what!? Hey, you bitch…”
The blade jammed Eric’s throat. The sound that was about to come out was blocked by the cold metal. He glared at the black hair with bloodshot eyes. The black hair was looking into the air and smiling.
‘Crazy… Bastard…’
I’m really unlucky today.
* * *
Shortly after dealing with the cult, the nuns appeared.
“Brother, if you just tell me to follow you and then suddenly run away…?”
Sister Nella opened her eyes wide as she saw her corpse beside me. She was like the other nuns. When she saw the red eyes painted on the corpse’s clothing, her expression contorted.
“It looks like this guy was controlling the undead. I tried to capture him alive, but I felt a strange energy, so stop… I’m sorry.”
“No, brother. Rather, if you overdo it, you may have been subjected to wicked sorcery. Well done!”
Sister Nella took my hand and said, Other nuns examined the cultist’s body.
“It looks like he’s definitely dead.”
“What if I tricked you with witchcraft?”
“You should be able to confirm.”
The blue-haired nun crushed the cultist’s head with a blunt instrument. She didn’t have the slightest hesitation. As she looked at the terribly shaped corpse, she frowned. Sister Nella hastily covered it.
“Ahaha… Uh, brother, are you hurt anywhere?”
“Yes, I am fine.”
“Haha…”
An awkward silence prevailed. The other nuns looked through the body, but this time they went through the cultist’s bag. She shook her head when there was no income.
It’s only natural that I sold the relics that seemed useful.
The ferocious nun looked at me.
“Brother, have you opened this bag?”
“Yes. I opened it.”
“Have you ever found anything special? Is the pattern unique?”
“As she said, nothing seemed unique or special. I didn’t even touch the stuff in the bag in the first place. If you have any doubts about me, check it out.”
I raised both my arms as a sign to look around. The ferocious nun shook her head.
“I believe in you, brother.”
Sister Nella turned her head to the cultist’s body.
“That means this cultist is more likely to be a high-ranking warlock than I thought. I’m really glad your brother is okay. An irreversible situation would have happened if I did something wrong.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes. The higher the level of warlocks, the better they are at all kinds of spells. I don’t recommend fighting a high-ranking warlock unprepared.”
“…Okay.”
Afterwards, Sister Nella talked about things to be careful of when dealing with warlocks. Meanwhile, the other nuns investigated the house from which the cultist had fled.
After talking and researching, we returned to our company.
Seris and Kara, who found me, came running.
“Brother, why did you suddenly run away?”
“There is a guy trying to run away. He caught him.”
“You should have said something. He told us not to even follow him… Do you know how surprised we were?”
Seris slaps my forearm and bruises it. It hurts a little bit
“Sorry.”
“Really…”
She stopped her hand from slapping her.
“…Was it sick?”
“Little.”
“Sorry…”
Celis stroked the area where he had hit her. I smiled and brushed her hair.
“Are you okay.”
Ceris raised her head and faced me. We laughed no matter who came first.
“…Brother?”
Kara’s voice broke the laughter. She turned her head towards Kara. She was looking at me with her eyes narrowed. A cold sweat runs down your back.
“What’s the matter?”
I asked as calmly as possible.
“…No.”
Kara put on a long-awaited expression and then she came into my arms. She rubbed her face as if to mark territory.
Up
Beside her, Seris gnashed her teeth.
‘It’s ruined.’
When I go home, I don’t think I’ll let you go all night.
I was worried about being squeezed, but I saw the nuns talking with serious faces. I listened to their conversation.
Sister Nella said to the blue-haired nun.
“Is there really no way?”
“Yes. I don’t know if it’s moderately contaminated with fraud, but it’s pickled at all. It is impossible for us.”
“Then, shouldn’t we take him to the city and treat him? Even if we can’t, if you’re a priest…”
“It will be difficult for you, too. Even if it were possible to get those scams out, the moment they were pulled out, they would become idiots.”
“That…”
Sister Nella’s expression darkened.
“If you’re a bishop, I don’t know either… But Sister Nella knows that’s impossible.”
“…”
Sister Nella turned her gaze to the people of her village, her dark complexion intact. They were staring at us with broken limbs. Around there, children cried at their parents.
“Then what should they do… Those kids…”
“The children will be sent to an orphanage run by the temple. However, the villagers…”
The blue-haired nun couldn’t finish her words. She was replaced by a ferocious nun.
“I should send it to Yurumia-sama’s arms.”
“Is it really, really the only way?”
The ferocious nun nodded her head heavily.
‘Sending into Yurmia-sama’s arms…’
It means kill
I remembered the bandit subjugation that took place a month ago. At that time, I had dealt with 20 people and gained over 200 karma.
I counted the number of villagers.
‘Looking at it roughly, he’s over 30.’
That’s at least 300 karma.
A large amount of undead, artifacts, and even people who could be killed.
Today is very lucky with karma…
“Dad… Mom…”
Lucky…
“I was wrong… I’ll listen to my mother carefully from next time…”
“Why, why can’t I go to Daddy? What did I do wrong? I’m sorry… Dad…”
Damn luck
I opened the shop window and went into miscellaneous goods. Scrolling down, I found something I had seen before.
– 300 karma of the higher holy water of the temple of Eurmia
In the description of the holy water, it is written that it erases evil energy. If this is the case, their scams will probably get out of hand.
My karma also slips away.
I was seriously thinking.
300 karma is slightly less than the karma I earned in this town. However, 300 karma is by no means less than earned in one day.
In addition, if you save those people, you will lose 600 karma.
‘Do I have to live? It’s not my fault.’
Hear children’s cries
It wasn’t even the kids’ fault.
‘Fuck…’
I thought about it as I wrapped my head around her head, but Seris quietly grabbed her arm.
“Mr. Yooseong…”
Seris said her voice was gloomy. Did he notice what I was thinking about? The eyes looking at me are desperate. Her eyes turned to the crying children.
As there were no real parents, it seems that the hardships the children will go through touched deeply in their hearts.
I sighed.
“Wait a minute. If the nuns try to harm the villagers, stop them.”
The gloomy atmosphere disappeared. She answered in a bright voice.
“Yes!”
I moved out of sight of people. I pressed buy and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes again and picked up what had fallen on the floor.
It is a crystal-shaped glass bottle. Inside was silver transparent holy water.
I took it and went back to the place where the party was.
“You just have to wait a moment. Yoosung will save them all!”
Seris was blocking the nuns.
I walked over to the bewildered nuns.
“Ah, Yoosung! Did you bring it?”
“Huh.”
The nuns turned to me. Everyone had a bad look on their faces, probably because of what was about to happen. Sister Nella looked at me and said.
“Brother, Sister Ceris tells you that there is a way to save them. May I ask what happened?”
Perhaps because of Seris’ words, Sister Nella’s eyes were looking at me with a small hope. She was distinctly different from the resigned faces of the other nuns.
I gave the holy water to Sister Nella.
“This…?”
“It is a high-level holy water.”
“…Yes?”
Sister Nella stiffened. Her eyes were fixed on the holy water I handed her. It was the same with the other nuns. Her face stiffened as she was serving her porridge.
“Now, give me a second!”
The blue-haired nun snatched the holy water from Sister Nella’s hand. She looked over and then clasped her hand in a prayer pose. Her expression soon became stunned.
“I am really holy water. It’s also very thick…”
The other nuns’ eyes widened.
Sister Nella asked in a trembling voice.
“Tongue, brother, how did you get high-grade holy water…? The number of high-level holy water that can be made is limited, so it’s only given to the best supporters of the temple…”
Was that a high-level holy water?
If you answer incorrectly, you will get into trouble because of the source. I pondered for a while and came up with an answer.
“It is my father’s memento. It is said that when your father was young, he accidentally saved the life of a priest on pilgrimage. He said he got it then.”
“Ah… The bishop is on a pilgrimage…”
“Rather than that, is this holy water enough to wake those people up? Maybe it’s not enough…”
“Oh no! Enough! Enough!”
Sister Nella waved her hand vigorously. Soon, her strength was drained little by little.
“Really…Really…Enough…”
A tear fell from her eye. More tears came out as if that was the catalyst for her. She covered her face with her hands.
“I’m so glad… Really…”
Her shoulders trembled slightly. It seems that her heart was in a lot of pain. The blue-haired nun and the ferocious nun patted her on the shoulder.
“Sister? It’s good to indulge in sentimentality, but first, those limbs…”
“Oh..!”
Sister Nella rubbed her face with her palms and turned her body. She ran towards the villagers along with the other nuns.
* * *
She fed a drop of holy water to the man the nun was lying on. The man’s facial muscles twitch. He started coughing, and the nun turned the man over. Black blood flowed from the man’s mouth as he coughed while looking at the floor.
“Kuluk, kuluk… Keuh… What is this… Who else are you?”
The expression returned to the man’s face. A girl who looked about seven years old ran up to him, startled to see her nun.
“Dad!!”
“Emma? Why?”
The man, embarrassed, took the child in his arms. He calmed the crying child by stroking his back.
Such scenes appeared everywhere.
“Thank god. Right brother?”
Kara smiled and she looked around the scene.
“I know.”
I couldn’t laugh
It was because the 600 karma kept spinning around in my head. The appetite is bitter
It was time to shake my head and forget the 600 karma. A cute hand tugged at my sleeve. This is the girl who was hugged by a man earlier.
“Mister. Did you help my dad and her mom?”
“Huh?”
Why is he suddenly asking that?
As she tilted her head, Sister Nella raised her thumb.
She smiled and nodded her head.
“Okay. I’m glad my parents got well…”
“Thank you!”
The child said hello to her belly button. As she stared at it blankly, she said again as the child glanced up.
“Thank you!”
“Huh? Uh… Yes…”
Only then did the child straighten his back. She sprinted towards my parents. The mother bowed her head to me as she held her child. I also lowered her head slightly.
Seris came to my side.
“Yoosung.”
“Huh?”
“It was great.”
“…Okay.”
The child smiled brightly in the arms of her parents.
Yes, that’s it.
