## Chapter 430 – Undine, the Water Spirit
Winnia shouted sharply, chanting the spell.
ㅡSpiritist.
Only true serial killers and madmen can dedicate themselves to the profession of Spiritist.
Those things called spirits are always looking for a chance to kill people.
And so are Spiritists.
They can play with spirits because they are ambiguous about good and evil and are primal criminals who have no aversion to murder.
From the start, those who command murderous monsters can’t have normal sensibilities.
Empathizing with and emotionally connecting with those who harbor infinite malice toward humanity is something a normal human being can never do.
The spirits’ main interests are protecting the environment and nature, and the collapse of civilization and the death of humans. Spiritists must have similar interests.
To put it simply, they are no different from imperialists who exploited black people in sugarcane fields. They treat the lives of others like trash, only for their own benefit and ideology. The murders that occur in the process are so natural that they don’t even feel a shred of guilt.
In the end, Spiritists are like Hitler, Stalin, and Tojo Hideki, heinous criminals.
Perhaps Leopold II, who carried out the Congo massacre, or Pol Pot, the mastermind behind the Cambodian Killing Fields, are also among these Spiritists, these monsters mad with slaughter!!!
“KIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKㅡ!!!!!!!!”
The scream burst out as a matter of course the moment such thoughts swirled like a typhoon and struck my brain.
ㅡPapat!
I was already sprinting with my sword drawn.
Winnia is supporting the battle from the rear, and Claudia is also helping. It’s a battle we can’t lose. The anti-war activist’s fighting spirit and the radical ideology of fusion Confucianism amplify my courage and draw out manaㅡ!
“You imperialist bastard!!!!!!”
In a surge of anger, I identified the naked woman with impressive brown skin who had appeared behind him. Winnia called her a mid-level spirit.
That means she’s probably a mid-level earth spirit.
This busty broad also looks like she’s trying to seduce men.
Such a harmful body!
“Martellis!”
The earth spirit shouted in a shrill voice.
Martellis?
That seems to be the Spiritist’s name. But I don’t care about that anymore. I’m paying attention to the attacks that will fly in soon and the other spirits.
I’ll cut off his breath in an instant with a surprise attack.
“Tower, put up a barrier.”
ㅡRumble!
It was then.
With a roar as the ground overturned, an earthen barrier was created in front of them. It’s quite fast. It concealed their figures.
“Shit! Claudia! Check for any other guys! And Winnia, quickly fire a fireball over the barrier!”
Responding to my words, they moved as I asked.
There’s no problem if I leave the other spirits to Claudia.
“Come out, Spiritist!”
The barrier is set up in a ‘ㄷ’ shape around the Spiritist, so I can’t recklessly enter. He’s definitely preparing a lot of killing magic behind there.
It’s tricky to deal with an enemy who is hiding.
Especially if they can use magic.
ㅡWhoosh!
Winnia fired a fireball over the barrier, but a fierce wind soon blew and blocked it.
ㅡWhoooosh!
This can be seen as the work of the wind spirit. Looking at it, it seemed like there were tiny greenish spirits flying around above, probably Sylphs.
Of course, I can’t give up the attack just because there’s a barrier.
“You son of a bitch, come out!! I’m going in if you don’t come out!”
I shouted loudly, intending to break his concentration if he was chanting, and immediately ran greatly to the side to move behind the barrier, when I heard the Spiritist’s voice.
“…Wait. I don’t want to fight.”
“What, you little shit?”
That was quite an unexpected remark.
“You don’t want to fight?”
“I just want to get them back.”
“So what the hell are you talking about?”
As the Spiritist said that, the upper part of the barrier collapsed, revealing their figures. He’s voluntarily dismantling the barrier, a gesture that he really doesn’t want to fight.
I made a preemptive attack, but he’s requesting a conversation?
This bastard… could it be that he’s not an imperialist?
No, that can’t be.
I’ve never seen a Spiritist, but I know very well that they are serial killers.
The probability that those who carry around spirits mad with murder are normal is zero.
Humans are everywhere. If a Spiritist moves with spirits, they are bound to encounter humans someday, and that will lead to murder. This is exactly that situation.
That’s why a question arises.
He doesn’t want to fight?
Is he thinking of ignoring us, who seem a bit strong, and going to massacre the villagers? Those things called spirits wouldn’t be so generous. They’re preemptive monsters who just kill all humans.
Anyway, I’m a little curious, so I decided to respond to the conversation.
“Who are ‘they’?”
If I can find out for sure about the Spiritist race this time, it will be easier to deal with them in the future. And well, he hasn’t shown hostility towards us.
If he requests a conversation, I’m willing to have one.
He’s still just putting up a barrier, isn’t he?
“The ones you killed.”
The Spiritist replied.
The earth spirit standing behind him is also keeping still with her eyes closed. Is he controlling them? This is really amazing. Spiritists are really something.
Controlling monsters, it’s literally astonishing.
“The ones we killed, huh.”
We haven’t killed anything today except for the Nol group and two spirits. I pretended not to know just now, but it seems like he already knows everything, so let’s answer him.
“Are you talking about Undine? And Shillidra?”
“That’s right.”
“But they’re already dead. The dead don’t come back. Just like the villagers Undine killed.”
The dead can never return.
There are the undead, but it’s not the Monkey’s Paw, and you can’t count that as coming back. Ghosts, specters, and demons are the same. They are already dead.
Resurrection of the dead is impossible even in this world.
“Three people. Three villagers died… So what do you want back?”
I can’t understand what he wants back at all.
To the Spiritist with his bizarre sensibilities, is the life of a spirit something that can be recovered even after death? When I asked that, he replied in a dark voice.
“…There must be a jewel they left behind. I want you to return it.”
Jewel?
No, what the hell is he talking about? He’s asking for the 5 silver core.
What a bastard.
“It’s expensive, so I can’t. If you give me 20 silver since there are two, I’ll give them back.”
Of course, I’m willing to give them back if he gives me the money.
Because this is a world where you can buy and sell lives with money.
“…I don’t have money. And it’s not yours.”
“If you don’t have money, it’s not yours either, you moron.”
I don’t know what confidence this bastard has to ask for it.
“I killed them, so it’s mine.”
“…You don’t have the right to do that. You don’t have the right to kill them, nor the right to take their souls.”
“What do you mean I don’t? If they killed people, they should be killed.”
“They only killed people to fill their bellies. If that’s wrong, then it means all humans are living while committing sins.”
However, the only thing that’s certain is that the Spiritist is a psychopath. He said that while staring at the empty air with eyes like he was high on drugs.
“What the hell are you talking about? Is it okay to kill people if you’re going to fill your belly?”
“Even spirits die if they don’t fill their bellies. They have to eat to live.”
“Then they can just die.”
The only good spirits are the ones who have died and become cores. If spirits die because they can’t fill their bellies, then they can just all die.
When I replied like that, he sighed as if he was pitiful and closed his eyes.
“You guys are the same… You don’t try to understand the spirits. That’s why you fight each other and are forever at odds. Peace isn’t far away…”
I can’t understand what he’s saying.
Is he high on his own ideology rather than being high on drugs?
“No, what understanding? The species and the situation we’re in are different, so what understanding are you talking about? I think you’re the one who can’t understand. Let’s start by understanding that spirits and humans are different.”
Well, what he’s saying doesn’t make sense.
He’s saying that they fight each other and are at odds, and that peace is far away, but what he’s arguing now is that it’s not a problem that Undine ate people because she was hungry.
I can’t understand it at all, but this bizarre ideology seems to be completed as a plausible logic in that Spiritist’s head.
He’s not a normal person after all.
He can communicate with spirits because his thinking is so different from that of normal people. Certainly, only spirits and Spiritists think like that.
“Humans also cultivate land and kill livestock to live. If you can understand that, you can also understand that spirits eat people…”
“Then you can get eaten.”
Now I think I know exactly what he wants to say.
The Spiritist was a suicide hopeful.
According to his words, he can become food for the spirits himself.
“…That’s not what I mean.”
“What do you mean it’s not? You can throw your body to them to eat.”
“I’ve decided to serve for the harmony of humans and spirits. It would be a contradiction if I gave my body.”
Well, yeah. I guess so.
It’s not a good thing… but let’s just say that’s how it is.
It’s easy to say good things. Because you just have to say them. Telling others to keep their good words and forcing them to do so, but not keeping them yourself. That’s the characteristic of the human race.
After all, even though he’s a Spiritist, he’s human at heart, so he’s saying that.
“So you don’t want to die, so you want weaker people to die instead, isn’t that what you’re saying?”
“…I can give my body. But if I die, it’s over. There will be no one left to talk about harmony.”
“You said it well. Yeah, it’s over when you die. But everyone else is like that too. It’s over when they die.”
When I answered, he frowned and closed his mouth.
Of course, he wouldn’t want to die.
“…”
I couldn’t understand it, but it was a beneficial time to learn about what a Spiritist is. Although he didn’t show hostility and asked for a conversation, I thought that this should never be left alive.
He’s not standing in the position of a human, but purely in the position of a monster, and he’s representing them. So it’s natural that I can’t understand.
Just as there is no truth in the world, understanding is impossible if the species and living environment are different. Just like fish and pigs are different.
If a pig goes into the water to live because it’s going to discuss equality, it will drown. If a fish comes up to the land because it’s going to discuss equality, it will die.
Difference is something that clearly exists in reality, so harmony is impossible. Even if life and death are at stake there, compromise is impossible.
That’s the story.
“So. Why did you come here, Spiritist friend? To find Undine?”
“…That’s right. I felt Undine and came to find her. Even though you killed her.”
“What are you going to do with Undine?”
“I was going to take her away. Because she’ll only be killed by humans if she stays here.”
So you came to get rid of the monster near the village?
The ideology was impure, but the actions were right.
Yeah. He’s a Spiritist, so he knows.
Any monster that appears near the village and causes damage will die. Because the human world’s system will never leave such beings alive. So if he says he came to get rid of them, I can say he did well.
Of course, he’ll just go to another place and kill them.
Taking her away from here doesn’t change the fact that she’ll kill in another place.
“That’s what happened… and she lost her life. Along with the Shillidra I sent.”
“You have to kill them if they killed people. Well, don’t be too heartbroken.”
Because you’ll be like that soon too.
