Chapter 547 – Knight of the Holy Grail.
“An angel of light?”
After hearing his words, the girl opened her golden eyes wide and stared at him. Even though it was just a small gesture, it was so beautiful that it felt like it was tempting.
“It would be better not to act like a fool.”
However, Lancelot thought she was deceiving him and was pretending not to know, so he got on her nerves even more and thrust the blade at her neck.
“Where? Who did you hear that from?”
Instead, the girl approaches him and asks as if pleading.
“Why should I say that?”
Lancelot was taken aback for a moment, but he thought it was an act and brought the blade closer to her neck.
“Please. Tell me. Please, who told me that story.”
“What…”
The girl approached him and asked, even though his thin neck was cut by her blade and blood was flowing down. For a moment, she was speechless at that desperate look, as if cutting off her own neck didn’t matter at all.
“Answer the question first. It’s up to you later.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Since the girl’s appearance did not seem completely false, Lancelot decided to answer her with a condition, and when he saw her nod without hesitation, he shut her up.
I didn’t expect her to answer without hesitation even under clearly unfavorable conditions. It was something any angel of light he knew would never do.
‘It is written, ‘The angel of light is more cunning than any other creature, and will deceive us by his elaborate counterfeit.’
I thought it would not be strange if such a person imitated the appearance of an innocent girl in order to deceive us.
“Where is the truth?”
This was not the question that should have been asked, but it was a necessary question. It was clear that an angel of light who imitated him would speak words he knew.
“He left the earth. He took away even the one name that would save us.”
Eventually, Lancelot’s sword shook at the words the girl spoke. It was something he knew, but not something the Angel of Light would imitate, so she answered her question.
“Elijah, the one who held the staff did not tell me the name, but the other one taught me the name.”
After hearing those words, the girl’s eyes twitched, and she sat down with dew in her eyes. The sight was full of joy and excitement, as if he was going to run at any moment, but he was like a child crying out of sadness while holding onto her ankles.
“Ah, two olive trees and a candlestick…”
“… You were not an angel of light.”
She could be sure because she said ‘we’ and not ‘I’ or ‘you’, but Lancelot did not neglect her vigilance until the end. Because there were still many questions remaining.
“But if you are not an angel of light, why do you have such a body?”
The girl’s body, which seemed to be human but was different from that of a human, was something that could not be explained unless it was clearly a trick by the Angel of Light.
“After all, you can talk about it even if it’s taboo.”
Then the girl who was looking at him smiled slightly and spoke.
“Taboo?”
“Yes, a taboo that his traitor placed on the world to make himself greater than him.”
“Could it be Prenapates?”
Lancelot frowned. If the Angel of Light was the first beast, Prenapates was the second beast.
“That’s right, I am a new clone he created to fight the ‘Angel of Light’.”
“How can you believe that?”
The three beasts are elaborate imitations of Him and form a Trinity like Him. And the same applied to his clone, the special witch.
“There’s no reason for Prenapates to do such a senseless thing, right?”
The first beast, the second beast, and the third beast are ultimately no different from themselves. Why did he commit such a senseless act against himself?
“Because it’s not meaningless.”
But the girl said. Prenapates said he did not do anything meaningless. Lancelot could understand it, but he couldn’t understand it.
“You know. If you want to look great to people, what do you think would be a good way to do it?”
“I don’t know.”
Lancelot did not live a life completely unrelated to politics, but even so, his nature was close to that of a warrior. He may have been fighting, but he had no connection to politics that involved deceiving someone and causing strife.
“It’s about creating an area that no one can access.”
The girl seemed to understand him and calmly told him the correct answer.
“Are you sure you’re talking about magic?”
“Yes, he needed to seal away a part of himself and his power to make it even greater.”
To do this, various preparations were needed. The first is the recovery of magic that was given to people for granted. Ironically, the angel of light who brought magic to the world needed to be sealed in order to make himself even greater.
“And monsters bent on killing and eliminating people unconditionally.”
The second is the realization of a world in which it is impossible to live without him. As a result, the world became overflowing with people wishing to be able to use magic.
“Finally, the name wizard, given to only three people per generation.”
Thirdly, it is a glorious name granted to only a few people. It may be impossible from the beginning, but it is natural that if there is an example of someone achieving that glory, everyone will wish to have that glory.
“Ha, I see what you mean. He created a world where people had no choice but to desperately desire magic, whether they liked it or not.”
Because the Angel of Light and Prenapates wanted to place their throne higher than anyone else’s. Ultimately, that was the reason why the world became this way.
“Then who are you witching? How can you explain the relationship between dragons and the Dragon King?”
“…”
At that question, the girl showed hesitation for the first time. It wasn’t to hide something. She was struggling to speak by repeatedly opening and closing her mouth as if she were afraid.
“I, and they are the ones who witnessed him leaving this earth and are the ones left behind.”
“What? Wait, that must have been more than 2000 years ago?”
The girl finally opened her mouth, and that fact was enough to startle Lancelot. Well, that was a very distant time in human life.
Although I couldn’t believe it, I was able to understand because the book handed to me by those I encountered at the River of Blood dealt with the story of that time. That means this girl.
“Yes, we are sinners. Because we did not believe even though He had already given us many opportunities.”
Therefore, they were given new forms of punishment and trials.
“Until the day this era ends. Until the day He returns to this earth. To live without abandoning this faith.”
Prenapates wanted to further torment them and make them betray him and serve him, so he put them in a body that was no different from a clone of an angel of light.
In this way, the girl lived as their puppet and slave for nearly eternity. As a tool to praise their greatness.
“We are the ones who have no choice but to wander and run away from this land for eternity until the end of this world unless He returns.”
There are no people in this world who welcome witches. No one in this world loves a witch. This world hated witches.
“This is the fate given to us witches.”
That was the punishment and ordeal given to the witch. Lancelot, who had been staring blankly at the girl who called herself a sinner with her calm face, finally withdrew the sword aimed at her neck.
“But what about those who have abandoned their faith?”
“They have already rotted away along with this land without even receiving a body like this.”
As expected, there were people who could not endure that long period of time. But that meant that the girl in front of me was still holding on.
“… Are you saying that you have lived with such a weak and even meager body for so many years? Just believing in the fact that He will return to this earth someday?”
Receiving all kinds of malice and sharp hatred, being humiliated and humiliated, trapped in a miserable body, unable to even maintain chastity or resist for the sake of the one she loves.
“Yes.”
Although Lancelot had only been slightly cut, she closed her mouth as she watched the blood trickle down her neck. He could no longer doubt her, knowing that her vigilance was no different from the persecution of her witches.
Above all, she realized that the golden color, which seemed simply beautiful and mysterious, contained such extreme loneliness and sadness that it took the viewer’s breath away.
‘The reality of the witches who were loathed by those who called themselves wise men, those who possessed all kinds of wealth and power, and citizens who said they were innocent were children who were so pitiful and foolishly blind as idiots.’
Lancelot suddenly remembered a fact he had forgotten.
“Now that I think about it, I forgot one thing.”
“?”
‘Did Elijah tell you to say this to the child you meet for the first time here?’
Lancelot chose his words as he looked at the girl who tilted her head in puzzlement when he called her.
“‘The time is fulfilled, and his kingdom is at hand.'”
“Ah…”
The girl’s golden light finally shed a drop of dew. The flower that bloomed at that moment clearly had the name of joy.
