Chapter 247 – [Poverty] Ep.17 – Miracle (1)
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As the sun sets, people begin to gather around the man again.
Although there is still some time left before the group that tied him up returns, people gather in a circle in anticipation of how this apostate’s story will end.
Of course
Even in the crowd, the man is still thinking about his daughter.
No, to be more precise, I am looking back on the content of the notice I saw yesterday morning and the content of the conversation with the bishop.
“…”
The man ponders the meaning contained in them.
Killing yourself is understandable. Because it may be unpleasant for a man from a lowly background to act as the father of a saint.
Because it can be worse than death for a low-class person who doesn’t even want to talk to have even the slightest influence.
However, trying to kill his daughter is like completely denying the legends of the saints.
It denies the story of the warriors who save the world, and the story of the saints who are always in the midst of it, as the chosen ones appear every time humans are in danger.
“He’s not dead yet.”
They are back. Before the man can even finish his thoughts, the women hit him with an ax at the bottom of the pillar where he was tied up.
Kwasik-
The pillar slowly tilts with a sound.
Normally, I would have kicked the man out in that state after pulling out the spike that pierced his palm, but
It seems that they don’t want to let go of the lowlifes who arrogantly lie on the backs of the saint’s power.
When the thick cross-shaped pillar finally splits in two, the man falls forward and falls to the stone floor.
Thump-
Because the weight is considerable, a heavy sound is heard as well as a sound like a bone breaking. It seems difficult for a weak body to withstand the impact.
A strange vibration resonates within his body. The internal organs that were protected by muscles and bones seem to have lost their proper function.
“Try to live hard. If you don’t die even after doing this, that would be God’s will. At that time, just stay in an out-of-sight place and live quietly.”
His body has long since lost its function, and his entire body is full of irreparable wounds. Nevertheless, they talk as if they are showing mercy and help the man up.
No matter how miraculous healing techniques abound in the Holy Kingdom, there is no one who will pray for someone who is accused of being a heretic and expelled.
“Goodbye, Dariel.”
The image of him that I saw before has already disappeared. The man named Dariel, who used to have a calm and gentle smile, now nods his head with difficulty, with a face that is hard to recognize.
“Well, anyway… You’ve been so happy all this time, right? It’s time for it to end.”
Not everything they say is false. At least Dariel admits that the past ten years have been the happiest moments of his entire life.
“It was an honor undeserved for a man who only used his body.”
The women begin to leave one by one, giggling.
Soon, pitch-black night will come to the dark square.
Dariel fell to his knees, unable to overcome the weight of the nasty cross he carried on his back.
He looks up at the night sky blankly for a long time.
The moon is unusually bright and pretty today.
Even with his blurred eyes, Dariel can see the warm moonlight.
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After exactly two hours, Dariel begins to raise his body.
Even though he is already carrying a cross-shaped pillar that is heavier than his body weight,
He ends up standing on his own two legs, shaking with his damaged legs.
I don’t understand how someone moves in that state. However, one thing is certain: the desperate will he shows is the result of purely personal wishes, without any influence of God’s grace or intervention.
Anyone can see that he is overexerting himself to the point where his life is in danger.
No, you can believe it even if he is already dead.
Nevertheless, he takes his steps at a brisk pace and never stops.
There are clear blood stains on the path he walks. Although there is already no more blood left to pour, the hardened crust tears with every step and vomits blood again.
As time passes, blood flow to his brain and heart also develops problems.
It means irreversible death,
It implies that a man’s insignificant life will be forgotten by everyone.
Dariel continues to walk without changing his destination even as death looms before his eyes.
There is only one thing he wants until this moment.
“Stop!”
I miss my daughter so much.
“I told you to stop!”
“What is that…?”
Therefore, he walks to the front of the prison where apostates and sinners are mercilessly imprisoned and slams his body against the iron bars blocking the entrance.
Kang-! Kang-!
The guards standing guard inside are frightened and retreat, and try to push Dariel away by poking him with the end of his club.
Gang-!
Still, the sound of metal hitting bone does not stop.
Shouts ring out inside the prison, and a considerable number of jailers and guards come out to help subdue Dariel.
He is a man who is already dying, but he can be easily suppressed if he is pressed with force.
Kang-! Gang-!
Everyone just stops and keeps their distance, and no one steps forward.
I feel a very ominous energy from that bloody rioter.
“What’s going on? What is it?”
The knights who rushed out to understand the tumultuous situation,
The archbishop of the Holy Kingdom who came with them,
Kang-! Gang-!
It’s hard to get words out when you see Dariel hitting his head so hard that you can see the skull inside his forehead.
Everyone inside is clearly aware of who Dariel is.
“Open!”
Dariel opens his mouth for the first time. He even feels like he is possessed by a ghost or a devil.
A bloody pool of blood has already formed near the bottom of the iron bars.
Looking at that scene, the archbishop couldn’t keep his mouth shut for a moment and swallowed his saliva as if embarrassed.
“All right, Dariel! You dirty traitor!”
Instead, I get angry and chase after fear.
“Please come here…”
“Open it!”
Nevertheless, Dariel sticks his face through the bars and glares at the pitch-black archbishop as if he were going to kill him and shouts.
Open the door immediately.
Right now.
“… What are they doing? Instead of arresting the criminal and arresting him!”
The Archbishop, unable to watch this scene any longer, has those around him lock Dariel in prison, and he hurriedly leaves.
He must have killed countless people while her strong chain of command was maintained,
I think this is my first time seeing a man who was about to die crawling away while being nailed to that big cross.
“Oh my God… Please have mercy on us and protect us from evil and suffering… Oh my God…”
The archbishop mutters a prayer while holding a small cross with trembling hands.
While Dariel was being held down on the floor with a crude cross soaked in blood,
The precious cross decorated with jewels quietly shines between the wrinkled hands.
Dariel has no business with that insignificant archbishop.
He just misses his daughter.
I was worried that the little boy might be hurt, or that he might be going through something worse than he was,
I just can’t stay still.
“Helen, Helen…”
Therefore, even as the two soldiers drag him through the prison, Dariel’s remaining intact eye scans the prisoners on both sides.
Then, from afar,
It felt like I heard a small voice accompanied by a really faint sob.
“Helen!”
As soon as Dariel heard that, he pulled his hands away from the soldiers and started screaming.
“Helen…!”
The two sturdy soldiers, who clearly cannot be pushed aside by force, are unable to properly hold on to the man covered in blood and end up losing him.
The soldiers are at a loss whether it is because the armor is soaked in blood, or whether the little man is truly possessed by the devil.
He has been ordered to capture Dariel somehow and keep him in prison until he dies, so he just wants to get Dariel in and run away from here as soon as possible.
Nevertheless, the two soldiers stopped in front of a small cell, and the surrounding prisoners could not even make a muttering sound,
This may be because the crying of the father and daughter facing each other through a hole in the tray was so heartbreaking.
“Helen, ah… I’m glad. I’m glad…”
The little girl who hasn’t yet fully bloomed into her flowery age,
Even after seeing Dariel, who is so completely disfigured that it is difficult to distinguish his form, he recognizes who he is at a glance.
“Oh, it’s my father…”
Not only is it not old enough to be mature,
A little girl who is still crying in her parents’ arms.
In particular, the girl who was precocious and quiet and never had an accident barely managed to caress her father’s cheek with swollen eyes inside the cool stone prison.
