Chapter 157 – 156. Eyes of Destruction (1)
As expected, the carriage was slow.
It was already late in the morning, and I thought I had barely arrived at the next campsite.
We finally met.
“Excuse me, brother. Can I borrow some fire for a moment… What about you, brother?”
“…”
You crazy bitch, when did you come here again?
Naturally, I saw the Solias Church’s inquisitors, priests, and paladins here. The one standing in the lead was a girl with short pink hair and a sports cut type. A youthful face before becoming a mature woman.
When you look at it up close, you look younger.
…
Why does Lorraine seem to overlap?
The madness and fanaticism that had been shown before was not visible in his red eyes, and he was showing the innocent and elegant appearance of a priest as if he were dealing with ordinary people and civilians.
I think there was a video that Dick once showed where he said that the only people capable of violence are heretics and devils.
I was resting at the station on my way to Carlos’ territory, and it was no coincidence that I encountered this again here.
Hmm.
It’s not good.
Naturally, if they ran into each other more than once, it was clearly proving that someone was leading them this way. Because they were guided by Lilith, who was pretending to be the goddess Solias, and were blocking my way to where I was.
Getting out was work, and perhaps now is the time.
Of course, he won’t appear in front of me in person.
Okay.
Anyway, if you show up here, the difference between real and fake will be quickly revealed.
If that were the case, wouldn’t there be any point in lying?
Solias looks at her own saintess who appears right in front of her. She and she looks at me. It is her unspoken request not to kill her.
And she is the manager next to him.
Even a woman who appears to be a star.
Is it the manager or that woman?
And the same goes for the rest.
Although they are disguised, these are all stars.
And I received an accessory that hid my presence that Enkidu gave me.
In the form of a bracelet, it serves to hide the energy flowing from designated people.
Solias said that she was one of the ancient relics, magic equipment made by a famous craftsman in the past, and was made for angels who traveled the earth while hiding their identities.
It is said to be a relic of the past Solias era, the Golden Age, and even to the point that it is now covering our energy like this.
And as proof, the existence of a star right next to us doesn’t recognize us, but even this doesn’t mean we can continue to believe it.
No matter how excellent the machines or equipment are, there are times when they can be seen through a person’s instinctive intuition, and I am convinced that that is the case now.
The red eyes were smiling, but at the same time, they had a murderous intent so great that any criminal would be scared.
Just like a snake strangles its prey before eating it.
“This is also God’s guidance, hehe. You were rude a while ago, brother.”
And little by little, the snake is coiling around me.
“There is no need for an ascetic to bow down to me. Goddess Solias will understand.”
“?”
And right next to me, Solias is looking at me with strange eyes. It’s really unpleasant to look at this guy and think he’s crazy.
Well, why are you stupid?
So, are you going to say out loud to these fanatics what I usually say? At the very least, they are deliberately looking for an opportunity to save the situation in order to get over it if they can.
Naturally, the rest of the Archangels did the same, as if they didn’t know I was going to say this.
Nevertheless, she still did not look away with suspicion, and the girl spoke with a smile on her face.
“Are you by any chance a believer?”
“I believe in Goddess Minerva.”
The reason I called Minerva.
After her expulsion from Olympia by her Jupiter, she had many followers, and those followers still exist.
It seems that Spartal has many believers of Mars, but even so, there are also quite a few believers of Minerva.
Minerva was dead anyway, and her divinity resided in Elizabeth. Naturally, I believed in her because it was in her Elizabeth, and she chose her death, handing over her last divinity to her Elizabeth without any regrets. This level of reverence was worthy of her showing to him who had given her own life for her own friend, her lord.
Solias seemed somewhat dissatisfied with my answer, but at least he didn’t want to draw attention to them.
Well, in his own way, he was speaking skillfully and without any problems.
“You are a follower of the Goddess of Wisdom, War, and Craftsmanship. Hehe. It’s okay. The Goddess also said, Kill apostates, traitors, blasphemers, and demons. Even those who do not believe in me, I will be able to embrace in my arms – so it is okay. Even if you are an Inquisitor, I will bless your path as long as you walk the path of light.”
Even though I doubt it, you say it well. Oh, right, maybe it’s because of the possibility that it might not be the case.
“Thank you. If I get the chance, I will go to the Solias Church and make a donation.”
The offering may be magical. And because Solias knows what I’m thinking, his pupils shake left and right…
As long as they don’t block the road or kidnap someone, there’s no need for me to go looking for them right away.
My goal now is to deal with the Kingdom of Frisia.
And it is a journey to find my disciple, not a journey to break the cult pot.
“You were very rude in Spartal, but where is your destination?”
“We are going to Carlos Territory to go to Vergina. We are taking the baby who woke up after not waking up for a long time to the owner and the elder.”
“Okay.”
Anyway, I’m taking Elizabeth with me. And the Duke of Pantalone is waking up Elizabeth, who had not woken up for a long time, and taking her away.
When my eyes briefly flash white, they detect whether I am telling a lie or not.
Of course, if you don’t lie, it won’t be detected.
It is an essential skill for the Heretic Questioner, but at the same time, it is a skill that can be easily abused.
I passed this time too…
I still have doubts.
After all, these damn Inquisitors are always like this.
They are crazy dogs who, once they feel like they have doubts, will bite them until the end. Naturally, Solias, who was witnessing the scene in real time, seemed really crazy and on the verge of jumping.
“So, do you know why you keep asking people who meet you for the first time?”
“That’s because we are after a [Heretic] And an evil sorcerer.”
“So did you find it?”
“Yes, I think I found it.”
And the girl said to me.
“Golden Sun. Would you like to come with me right now?”
Why bother making things like this?
I definitely didn’t lie and didn’t do anything to get caught.
“Of course, if you go, you will be burned at the stake and repent to Solias. If you will obediently go to the stake now, we will let you go without pain.”
Is there any pain in being burned at the stake?
I know this because I burned myself a day ago, and it’s incredibly painful. Even briefly being scalded in hot water is painful, but being burned directly by fire would be terrible.
And seeing as all the heresy inquisitors were pulling out cartwheels, axes, and sickles, they had already figured out who I was.
“I wasn’t an idiot at all. Maybe it was the accent.”
I was deliberately paying attention and pronouncing it with my tongue as high as possible like Elizabeth said, but I guess I still noticed and understood the subtle difference.
“Your accent is more like that of the Uruk Empire rather than Phrygian. It looks like you put your tongue up to imitate it as much as possible, but you can’t fool Solias’ eyes with that.”
I look at Solias.
He has his head down with a look on his face that makes him want to go into a rat hole.
How will he react if he finds out that Solias is here?
“I don’t know how you changed your skin color without using magic, but you cannot escape divine punishment.”
Tsk.
Well, it’s a good thing since I wanted to avoid getting into a fight in the city.
Hmm…
Ummmm-
In any case, you shouldn’t kill this thing.
And as soon as he can do that, the priests surrounding him create a barrier to prevent the use of anti-mage. The principle is to turn down the function of the magic circuit and prevent the use of magic or something?
Well, that’s probably a good thing.
All of a sudden, the image of a brightly smiling pink-haired girl judge appeared at me and took out her ax as if she was going to cut down the pot without mercy.
Well, what can I say about this and that?
I think the only star is the manager next to me.
Let’s see, if you don’t want to kill it as much as possible, it might be better to just let it float.
In most cases, it is polite not to cause injury.
No matter how much I told Sollias that he was a human abuser, there was no need to really do that, and there was no reason to waste time here to beat up a single person.
“… Wicked Golden Sun, you have touched something that should not have been touched. The sin of daring to impersonate Master Solias and deceive people with it. The lives of the believers, brothers, and sisters you sent to Solias’ side…!! I will pay for the lives of the civilians you wiped out. Divine punishment to the Geumtaeyang-!!”
Punishment!!!
Kwaaaaa!!
They are seen stamping their weapons on the ground and praying for battle.
No, more than that.
What about civilian lives?
Who did I sweep away?
“You must be punished. Here, I will receive the blood price of the brothers and sisters of the church who died by your hands, and the blood of the civilians you brutally killed and burned. You, who destroyed-! And further massacred countless civilians- Kahak?!”
And instead of throwing it away, I used gravity magic as is and applied not only gravity magic but also compression to numerous church paladins and interrogators.
Not to the point where you die, but to the point where every bone in your body is crushed and shattered.
“…Hey, I can’t get over the last part smoothly. No matter what, you still incite and fabricate things like that, huh?”
For the most part, I was just trying to deal with it moderately and then get out of the way, but this is so frustrating that I can’t stand it.
“Please hit me hard.”
I still remember.
-…Why is this young guy begging like this? Hey, you bastard. If you’re going to die, you’re all going to die as a curly old man. Are you asking the young man to bleed and rummage around? What the heck, you bastard, I’m not going to kill you, so put away the hammer.
-…Fuck you…Damn old lady…Sews without anesthesia…?
-Wow, my nerves are still alive. Then hang in there, kid. Why is the bastard with the pepper so reckless?
An old woman.
It was an old woman who stitched up cuts and puncture wounds here and there while spouting savory swear words.
-Mom! This guy here bleeds a lot!
-Hey! You shouldn’t touch it. Sigh, stop the bleeding first…
A woman holding a girl’s hand.
She remembers the woman tearing her clothes and trying to stop her bleeding. According to the story I heard after leaving her place, she was a wife who always brought alcohol to her husband, who only drank alcohol, and yet he could not even resist.
-…It’ll be okay, I’ll call someone-
-…Please don’t call me. Could you please give me a drink? With fire-
He disinfected her stab wounds with alcohol, covered her child’s eyes, suppressed her screams, and burned her flesh to close her wounds. At that time, I had the tools to make a fire, and I gritted my teeth to close the wound.
Although it caused a bigger wound, the continued bleeding had to be stopped nonetheless.
The last thing I said was to a stranger, a kind woman who without hesitation helped a man who was crawling on the floor like a vagabond.
-I got robbed by a snatcher and had my clothes torn and a drink taken away. I’m going.
-Wait, with those wounds-
He pushed the person who tried to stop him and left the place. She couldn’t even properly say thank you, so she threw the remaining penny money to the mother and daughter in her yard, which she couldn’t normally buy or eat anyway, as a reward for saving her life.
-…The price of your life…So stop worrying and go on your way.
It was fatal.
The things that a wizard who couldn’t use magic had to go through were so fatal that he couldn’t bear it one by one, and couldn’t think of anything other than the thought of going back.
Nevertheless, I had to endure, survive, and return home.
Go back home, find a way-
Because she had to revive her fallen comrade.
Because she needed to get her life back on track.
-…Geumtaeyang, sir? No, everyone else…?
-…You must have heard the news.
-That’s right… I see, the Demon King is no more.
The commanders of the 2nd Army behind them, who guarded the front, were relieved to learn that the Demon King was dead and told me to rest, but I had to leave them behind.
-…Thank you for fighting for the world.
-…I don’t mind that kind of thing.
-Even so, considering the number of soldiers who died from the Demon King and the Demon King’s army, I would consider Geumtaeyang, who returned after eliminating the Demon King, a hero. No matter what anyone in the world says, we on the front lines support you.
It wasn’t for anyone’s approval. I just went out to fix the accident I caused.
-…I still remember the time when I pinned down the nobles who were only showing off to the soldiers on the front lines. Geumtaeyang, you are truly a model of nobility.
-I am a model of nobility, world.
-We already know. The Holy Empire is trying to kill you for no reason.
Expeditionary troops of the Uruk Empire.
The only thing I heard was that they were fighting against the Uruk Imperial Army and the Holy Empire was all wiped out by Enkidu.
Fortunately, that was the only time I could catch my breath.
But-
What followed after that was nothing but horrendous devastation.
Just as expected.
-Do you see these? Golden Sun.
He cut off the old woman’s head and lifted it up.
It was the first old woman I encountered.
The mouth that swore thickly. His head, half rotted and infested with maggots, was shown with his tongue cut out.
-These are all things that protected you.
And then the next thing I took out.
A mother and daughter who healed me and suffered from an alcoholic husband.
The mother and daughter were held up with their eyes gouged out and blood dripping. Even though they saw me, they pretended not to see me, but they saw me and saved me.
-No one can protect you.
Next was the head of the commander of the Uruk Empire contingent, who pretended not to see me. The ear was cut off.
Ah-
Everyone, everyone was dead.
Cruelly, horribly – those who tried to protect me.
The crazy Inquisitor spoke as he held them up in the meaning of plucking out the tongues of those who spoke the right words, plucking out the eyes of those who did not speak even after witnessing them, and cutting off the ears of those who heard but did not act.
-Anyone who protects a blasphemer in the name of Goddess Solias is also a blasphemer. Anyone who dares to insult the agents of divine punishment, who witnesses but does not tell, and who hears but does not act is also a heretic!! Pagan!! It’s the devil!
I remember.
The priests of the Solias Church who came in front of me, cut off their heads, put their bodies on the stake, and tea-bagged them in front of me.
I remember those damn Inquisitors.
And-
-Therefore, I will kill you here.
If I had to explain that time, I don’t remember anything special.
What is certain is that from then on, rather than avoiding the heresy inquisitors, I deliberately moved around and waited for them to chase me, and I continued to kill them.
Anger, more anger.
Just because they met me, they had their tongues cut out, their eyes gouged out, and their ears cut off for doing what they believed was right.
I killed them as much as I could.
Killed and killed again.
Even without magic, I had physical strength, and I was able to break the heads of the heresy interrogators over and over again by drawing out the magic power of the broken magic circuit with a hammer.
If there were a lot of them, a trap was made and they were killed.
I had a lot of scrolls, and I used them to thoroughly kill and kill the people chasing me.
I don’t know how many people were killed.
After being exhausted and injured, I met Mordred, King Arthur, and Lancelot.
-When Arthur heard that Gawain would be spared, he followed the king of the gods’ offer.
This was the truth that Merlin told me.
Arthur also wanted to save his nephew.
-With that, Arthur is done. I don’t blame you for Arthur’s death. Arthur’s end had no choice but to end like that. I didn’t know, but Dick told Mordred that it was his fate to die. Someone worked hard for almost 100 years to grow it, so don’t you think it’s bad to disparage it like that?
-If you thought I would say good things about the person who tried to kill me, who is worse?
-Oh sorry. This is definitely something I am like. But it wasn’t intentional. Human emotions are unfamiliar to me. I guess the hardships I endured for over 100 years are greater to me than the pain you went through back then.
We had a conversation like that.
Certainly, she is not a human being, but rather an innocent being who cannot understand or get along with the human mind.
A being that simply exists, without any emotional changes or fluctuations.
The only thing that matters to such a being is moving to see what they want to see.
I know very well that it is a futile effort to ask such a person if he has a personality problem.
Compared to her, Machina is like a fairy because she doesn’t know or understand human emotions.
After that, with Lucy added to my companions, I arrived at Magia committing even more daring massacres.
Even angels were mobilized for the search, and I entrusted them to Lucy, and when Lucy felt overwhelmed, I gave her advice and guided her so that she could overcome it.
All of them are just terrible memories.
And although you may hold a grudge against me for killing the church members and brothers and sisters in the church who died because of me, you are blaming me for killing them.
Where has their conscience gone?
Is it because he doesn’t want to face his sins?
No, no.
They just went around covering the truth by completely covering their eyes, blocking their ears, and even pulling out their tongues.
Okay,
These are the ugly and dirty hypocrites.
“You are the ones who need to be punished.“
