Chapter 285 – Suspension.
“Am I dreaming?”
Boas picked up his spear and looked at the place where Krikaliev had left.
“Gee, it hurts too much to see that.”
Standing up with his mace as support, Arun groaned as he saw the fray marks on the leather that connected his armor.
“But that’s nonsense.”
“Haven’t you seen it too?”
They exchanged conversations as if they were confused by the unbelievable fact, but they were not easily convinced. Yes, the sight they had just seen was the clearest thing in their memory.
“There can be any number of people who are similar in terms of voice. I can’t say that there is no sword like Master’s sword.”
“Then how can you explain that?”
However, the fact that they couldn’t even deny that they couldn’t believe it was an illusion was because of the way he showed to avoid their joint venture. Unable to speak, what comes into their sight is Rachel, who is looking in the direction where Krikaliev disappeared.
“Rachel, what do you think?”
“Hey, do we have to say respectful words when we’re together?”
“It’s more confusing when we’re with each other than when we’re with other people.”
“That’s what makes you mad.”
“This is real!”
Boas and Arun looked at Rachel, who was only looking at one place without answering their questions while chatting. For some time there will be silence like that. She trembled and calmly lifted the sword she was holding and dropped it into her scabbard.
“We’ll fix this place first.”
“”Yes.””
They nodded her head without saying a word to her order.
“But what happened did it get messed up like this? I don’t think even the Fire Dragon can do this.”
Boaz muttered as he stared at the wall that melted into black through the window.
“What? This is Gomel’s laboratory, right?”
“That alchemist?”
“Uh, if nothing else, I’ve seen these golems for a while.”
The room had melted all over the floor, walls, and ceiling, so it was hard to find the original shape, but Arun saw black objects that resembled human figures among the rubble rolling on the floor, turned them over, checked them, and nodded his head.
“Could it be that the golem woke up and went berserk?”
“I think so. I saw people cheering for some reason that they might be able to make a golem this time.”
While pretending to tidy up the room, they soon found something different from the golem.
“Hey, isn’t this man? He’s not breathing?”
“Has the real Golem awakened?”
That was Gomel. Rachel looked around at him and the sights around her and found a small ribbon that didn’t suit her and picked it up. She had seen it somewhere. This was because it was attached to the shoe the girl was holding.
“No way, Ark Bishop?”
Her face hardened more and more.
“Why are the disciples attacking you?!”
Usher recalled the image of Rachel and other paladins using magic against him while clinging to Krikaliev’s back. It was a series of attacks that were so thorough that I couldn’t understand how they got out of the scene. Even more surprising was that Krikaliev destroyed it and they called him Master.
“If we talk about it, it will take a long time.”
“How long is it like that?”
“At least 20 more years is a story, isn’t it long?”
“Is that so?”
It was while he was making a tired expression. The discovery of numerous men in iron armor appearing in front of them as they run.
“They are intruders!”
“Those people…!”
“The Paladins are not.”
Paladins were not the only ones in the Holy Land. Paladins were a minority, rather, most of the members of the knights themselves were ordinary knights.
“Keep in formation! Even the Paladins couldn’t stop it! Take your time as much as possible!”
As if they were waiting for Krikaliev, they blocked the hallway with tower shields and pointed the pointed spear points of their long spears. A situation where there is nothing to say even if it becomes a hedgehog if you approach it prematurely. But, instead of slowing down, isn’t Krikaliev running faster?
“Mister!? Are you really insane?!”
“Because it’s dangerous. Bow down!”
Usher lowered his head as if burying his face in his shoulder, afraid that his head might be brushed by the blade, but nevertheless, he couldn’t help but be slightly curious, so he glanced at his eyes. I was wondering how Krikaliev would get out of that formation. As if informing him, he saw the sight of his barasada climbing up and pushing up the spearhead. The knights behind the shield panicked and tried to pull down their spears or poke holes in the sides, but were caught by Barisada’s waving blades, or by the thorns in the center or the long cross guard.
Despite their vastly greater numbers, the bundles of spears move as if swept away by a single greatsword, and eventually roll over. In the end, seeing Krykalyov standing in front of the shield, they pulled out their short swords and tried to stab them.
“This is because work is busy.”
Krikaliev had already climbed their shields and leaped over them. Leaving behind the knights who look at them in vain, not even thinking of chasing them, they continue to run.
“Aren’t you familiar with those people?”
“No matter how much, I didn’t teach it so loosely!”
“Kyaa?!”
“Sorry girl! I’m in a hurry!”
On the road he swiped by, women who looked like nuns were surprised to see them running fast, but nothing special happened and Usher got used to the speed he ran.
“Then why are you running so fast?”
Though he thought that Krikaliev had his own reasons, Usher was still puzzled. Even though he was being chased, his running speed was too fast. Even the knights chasing them missed them, and even those waiting around the corner jumped out in surprise after they passed by. He didn’t slow down even though he could afford it.
“What is it about? Aren’t trivial old stories not so good?”
“That.”
“I want to see you meet that lady more than this old homework assignment.”
Usher kept his mouth shut. In fact, it was true that he still wanted to follow Belka. But even so, he chose to follow Krikaliev for a reason.
“I also wonder how you lived.”
“Ok?”
Usher smiled bitterly at his one-eyed look back at him as if surprised.
“So. Let’s solve this quickly and go see Belka.”
“It’s a shame.”
As Krikaliev laughed, he stopped walking and the side of the wall they were advancing on collapsed and something fell. There, a large ax spills smoke with the reverberation of burning flames. Then, a giant knight clad in plate mail appeared, looking down at them through the collapsed wall.
“Finally caught up! No more thoughts of running away like a rat…!”
“You’re asking too much.”
Krikaliev was already digging into the arms of the knight who had his axe. The giant knight tried to block his approach by pushing him away with the long handle of the axe, but Krikaliev inserted it into the hilt as if throwing Barisada. At the same time, the barisa’s blade rotated as if it were flowing on the handle, and the thick furmal that went up hit the knight’s helmet.
“Keep it off?!”
After kicking down the staggering knight, he grabs Barisada again and runs.
“But I’ll try to fix it as soon as possible.”
They were running higher and higher.
“It’s hard to suppress.”
Diana bit her nails at the commotion she heard everywhere. As a result, her fingernails were in a state of tatters, but she didn’t even care about it. Because the witch who was most important to her in the rites she was going to perform was not in her hands now. At first, she was relieved to hear that there were only three people who came up from the underground. It was true that those who would come up from the underground were also likely to be paladins, but that was not a significant number. At least 10 Paladins currently exist in the Holy Land.
Even if numbers don’t decide everything, there was an overwhelming difference. Even if not a paladin, there were many knights with rich combat experience. But why was there not a single one among so many who told her the good news about her?
“Of course, when I entrusted the witch to Gomel, the attack…!”
Diana was so fast, when the timing was off like this. She didn’t expect that the inhabitants of the underground would come up and play with them, so the blood shed from her finger she bit off. Diana looked down at her own fingers, her blood dripping.
“Maybe we should use our last resort.”
Chirps, birds sing.
Her yellow, her gleaming one eye, watching the birds flit over her own shoulder, pecking at each other and fleeing, scans her surroundings as if she had suddenly realized something she had forgotten. Then, what comes into his eyes is a forest full of greenery, a lake reflecting the sky, and tall buildings visible over the lake. His gaze turned to the scenery of the lake where the two girls were among them. The two girls were sitting side by side on the shore of the lake, each wearing their own shades of black and red, looking at the warm sunlight shimmering at the lake.
“Verdi, why did you run away?”
The black girl, Erica, asked as she looked at the gray reflection in the lake.
“…I do not know.”
The red girl, Belka, also kept the lake in gold.
“Huh, is it actually scary?”
Belka hugged her lap and hid her face. Erica rested her chin on her and stared at her.
“Verdi has changed too.”
“…”
By the time the girls sit side by side to pass the time. The little birds that roamed the golem’s shoulder flew to the girls’ side. And then the birds landed on their shoulders and rubbed their fluffy fur as if comforting them, and acted aegyo.
“These kids are told to cheer up too.”
Even so, Erica tilted her head as she watched Belka, who was hardly getting her energy back. She puffed out her cheeks and stamped her feet, then as if she had a good idea, she grabbed her hand with both of her hands and pulled her. And the place she took that hand was none other than her, her own belly.
“Ah.”
Only then did Belka look up in surprise and look at her belly, where her hand touched. Erica smiles broadly at the sight of such a girl.
“Even Verdi knows. Usher’s heart.”
Belka nodded her head as she faced Erica’s gray and gold.
“Squall pervert.”
“Muuuuu!!”
Erica’s face flushed red as she saw her blushing and avoiding her gaze. She puffed out her cheeks and looked at her Belka before opening her mouth again.
“Are you going to see Usher again?”
“Yeah, but I want to wash first.”
Belka looked down at her own body. Her black dress was not what she was originally wearing. The one-piece made of thin and transparent material shows her skin just by standing still. Her clothes, which couldn’t hide her minor cuts and bruises, her sense of something crawling between her legs still haunted her.
“Do I really deserve it?”
It was the moment when the golden color of the girl was stained with melancholy.
“What?!”
Surprised by the cold feel of the sudden drop of water, Belka looked in front of her, and before she knew it, Erica, who had entered the lake first, was laughing with her hands full of water.
“It’s not us who decides that. Even Verdi knows that it’s meaningless.”
What matters is Usher’s feelings for our hearts.
“…Huh.”
Belka laid her clothes neatly on the shore of the lake and put her shoes on top. She looks at it and slowly steps her foot into the lake, which lifts the girls into the sky. Small birds hovering around them sometimes use the girls’ shoulders and hands as shelter. While the faint sound of running water flowed around them, Belka and Erica watched the reflection of the holy land on the other side of the lake, up and down.
“It’s changed a lot here too.”
“Yeah, it’s been that long.”
“I still miss the shiny look sometimes.”
The golem was silently guarding the girls, along with a large crow sitting on the shoulder where the little birds had left.
