Chapter 344 – Immortal Elixir (5)
‘Thank you, comrade! Thank you!〉
After leaving a few words of greeting, I said good-bye to Primor and flew up into the sky.
“Perfect. The plan was a great success. How was your husband working?”
“It seems that the devil dwells in our master’s mouth.”
“Why not?”
It was obviously a lie, but it was a white lie.
Even if they know that the power rangers performing on the roof of their apartment building are fake, parents won’t tell their kids the truth. It’s roughly similar to that. It was a win-win for us and Primor.
〈… What did you mean?〉
I moved the snake’s head and observed the city.
‘If there are a lot of nobles, doesn’t that mean it’s easy to invite them? It’s annoying if you ask them to come from afar, but no one will hate it if you stop by and ask them to go.”
It’s like a bait product sold in a large mart.
If you sell 3,000 won snacks for 1,000 won, people flock to you. But where did the people who came like that just bought snacks and went back?
It’s a law to put things that are lacking at home in the shopping cart while you’re at the mart.
Honey if you can buy an elixir. But if it doesn’t, it’s not a loss.
As a commoner, I can’t be a Jintung noble, but I can’t marry a commoner. So, it would be like getting engaged to a fallen aristocratic lady.
That’s probably why they deliberately chose Lenapolis as the venue for the auction.
If he just needed an elixir, why would he open an auction house on his estate? Like the Olympic effect, I would have had to compete in lobbying with those who were aiming for the tourism industry.
If it were me, I would just go to the auction house.
〈Did you intend to move as planned?〉
Only then will the realization of the chaos network plan I concocted increase.
‘There’s nothing else to worry about.’
Primor has no intention of buying an elixir, so the lord of Lucregens won’t stick around like that.
In the end, there was a high possibility that Diavolo, who was obsessed with the highest quality elixir, would become the owner of the elixir.
I just aim for that moment and move.
‘I’ll show you the taste of inferno of the 21st century trained in the canyon and inside the magnetic field.’
Buy the elixir if you want it
It would have been too late by the time I found out that it was the poison I had poisoned.
─Salang.
Thinking so, I raised my head at the coldness that fell on the snake’s scales. White grains fell through the cracks in the cold air that Veronica fluttered across.
January snow was falling in the night sky.
***
Drooling—. Widely!
Primor Armals closed the window where the benefactor’s familiar had left.
The reason why she, her nobility, moved on her own is simple. Because all of her escorts were scolding her on her knees.
After accepting the benefactor’s request, Primor returned to her original subject.
〈… Again, buying an elixir is difficult.〉
Primor leaned back in her chair as if she was tired.
‘It’s not just because of my personal will. There are also financial problems. Do you know why?〉
〈… Yes. The lord of Lucregens would also covet the elixir.〉
Her escorts suppressed her groans and nodded at her.
To the lord of Lucregens, Primor Armials is the enemy’s daughter-in-law.
If the lord of Luke Regens wins the bid for the elixir, ‘she’ will be able to take away from the woman of the hated family what will heal her wounds.
And she could even mend the scars from the civil wars of the past. There’s plenty of reason for her to bid on her elixir.
Besides, she’s not the only one.
According to information from a colleague, it is news that domestic high-quality elixirs are drying up since the beginning of winter.
The person who gathered the information was suspicious that someone was hoarding. Had it been summer, she would have had a swarm of bugs under her control swarming the city.
If the hoarder participated in the auction along with the lord of Lucregens, it would be impossible to win the bid for the elixir with the money of a few knights.
〈Even if you don’t, it’s because the slush fund is scheduled to go out. … That person isn’t even a nobleman.〉
Primor said and looked out of her window.
At the front door of her mansion, she saw the person she called enter through her gates.
─Sabak, Sabak.
A white priest walked into the snowy garden.
The priest with a young face guided the maid to Primor’s side in her guest room and bowed gracefully.
“It is an honor to see you again. Should I be grateful for an unexpected relationship?〉
‘It’s both. It is my duty to offer prayers of thanks to you and to Janus.”
The priest who answered like that didn’t show any expression on her face compared to her sly reply.
Signatio, who answered as if it happened often, sat down on the sofa.
It’s indoors, so I didn’t bring that ignorantly large cross, but the dragon’s power held in its parched limbs must be superior to anyone in this room.
He skipped the small talk and got to the heart of the story, as unfeeling as his stern face.
〈I heard that you want to heal cursed items.〉
〈Janus Church is also famous for Haeju. However, I did not expect that the famous law enforcement officer would come.〉
“I will not disappoint you. I’m not going to tell you before I even look at the thing.〉
〈… Rias.〉
The female knight whom he trusted the most silently brought a small ark.
─Click.
When the chest was opened, a mysteriously shining ring was revealed.
No, the evaluation of it as magical would be an evaluation made because Primor knew of the vicious curse placed on the ring. In reality, I was just happy until I put this ring on my finger.
He still couldn’t forget his shock when he found out that the man who had put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand was actually the enemy who killed Nanggun and wore the skin.
Even if he spent the rest of his life, he would not be able to forget that feeling of despair.
Signatio held the cursed ring that had been sealed in the Ark of the Covenant in his hand as if it were a toy from his market.
The gesture was permeated with the manners of touching a nobleman’s belongings, but there was no fear. It is proof that he didn’t care about the curse at all.
Signatio’s face contorted for the first time as he held the ring.
‘It is a terrible curse. Is it a curse that causes the living to rot from the inside out and transforms them alive into undead… There is nothing to say about how ugly it is.〉
Primor let that murmur through one ear as he sipped his tea.
Even Primor knew what the effect of the curse on the ring was. It was because the loyal paladin had given him a mantra before he was alive.
─It is best to drink holy water and fall into a long sleep in a state of suspended animation so that the curse is suppressed.
Being faithful, he said that and comforted Primor, but Primor cut off his finger with the ring on it himself.
To witness the death of a black magician with his own eyes.
For her, her warlock, her crutus, was not only an enemy of her husband, whom she loved, but also a despicable man who soiled even her ring, which her husband, who was so shy, had painstakingly tried to present to her.
‘A malicious curse is harder to break than to cast. The heretic who cursed this ring seems to have been quite powerful.〉
It was unpleasant, but it was an unmistakable fact.
Primor was still able to ruminate under her eyelids the fierce battle between the two wizards unfolding before her eyes. The escorts present all smiled wryly.
If the black magician was evaluated as a powerful person by the Xystárcha, the Punishment Executor of the Church of Janus, what would the Eastern warrior who defeated him be like?
The battle that took place in an instant at that time was completely different from the magic of the third-class people who were absorbed in raising their value with flashy magic.
They did not pursue the beauty of hollow gangjeong.
Exchange of skills condensed through harsh real battles and training. Both sides were warriors and wizards, sorcerers and fighters.
The black magician and the benefactor of Primor who pushed him from beginning to end and killed him.
‘I suppose it would be cheaper to buy a new ring, but I don’t think you want to hear that answer.’
Saying so, Signatio put the ring into the Ark of the Covenant.
It is a keepsake of her late husband and a wedding ring. It won’t be a matter of money.
It would certainly be foolish to use holy water, which is several times more expensive than the ring, to lift the curse.
However, Signatio, who had seen human stupidity for a long time while judging heretics, said that level of stupidity could be said to be rather beautiful.
That’s why the Janus Church’s Punishment Executioner received this request inconsistent with his status.
Signatio wasn’t social enough to say it separately, so no one knew the true intentions.
〈How much do you think about your schedule?〉
Convinced, Signatio closed his ark and placed his hand on his chest.
〈Janus is the god of doors and guardians. It is my mission to drive out heresy outside the church, but considering the reaction of Haeju, I am the only one who can do it. I’ll try to do it in a week.〉
The blunt executioner finished his business and left without chatting.
Primor closed her eyes as she escorted Signatio away.
Compared to dealing with aristocrats who grow dozens of snakes in their stomachs, it is rather easy to deal with a punishment that is faithful to their faith.
So, the bitter taste in the mouth was probably not due to the lack of sweetness of the tea leaves.
‘… A heartfelt story turns into a heartwarming story.’
A widow (未亡人) who cut off her finger to avenge Giabi.
Considering that the cut off finger is the ring finger of the left hand, which symbolizes fidelity and marriage, it was most advantageous not to treat this wound.
He neglects the ring finger of his left hand, which can be sufficiently repaired.
In doing so, it is interpreted as a metaphor that she will never again receive a wedding ring ── love from another man in order to protect her love for her deceased husband.
Anyone who nitpicks on Primor’s wounds in society will have his character questioned. She is not to her detriment either.
Even if her married life, which was only to be married, is tainted with blood and curses, Primor is expected to act as a bridge between families. Primor also had a sense of duty enough to fulfill her role.
Above all, if you really go back to your parents’ house here, all you’ll be left with is the widow and the sad memories that are worthless as a bride.
Even if the home of Armials——the space where she felt the vacancy of her husband gave Primor nothing but sadness, she had to go back there.
By doing so, the connection between families is maintained.
Even if the things lost don’t come back, the lesser evil is better than the worst.
It is a self-evident principle that even a child can understand.
‘Aristocratic creatures… You have to be calculating.’
Primor rinsed the bitterness in her mouth with tea.
A man who was only foolish to learn the merits of his lineage should not be called a nobleman. Any child growing up in an old noble family would be educated that way.
The taste of blood came from her bitten lips.
Should an outstanding aristocrat endure even the sorrow and sorrow of using even her husband’s death as fertilizer to maintain her power?
To keep her eyes from blushing, she closed them again.
The female knight, Rias, knelt down and said.
Although she did not receive an invitation to the auction, the name Armaals tolerates the disrespect of asking her opponent for an invitation. Attending was not difficult.
〈… Okay.〉
Primor had no answer for a long time.
Closing her eyes and seeming to ponder something in her mind, she answered in a rhyming manner like her poet.
‘Then visit the bank as well. I need to be ready to move it as soon as I pay the amount to the auction house.>
Rias accepted the mark of her family she had given her, then she swallowed a sigh.
If it was a magic item the size of a dung beetle brooch, the asset he was holding was enough.
Still ordering a connection with the bank?
In other words, Primor meant that the money spent at the auction house would be a lot of money that pocket money could not cover. To the extent that the bank spends its assets.
‘It is my personal property. Don’t mind.〉
Primor chuckled at her, then, unable to understand her own words, showed her left hand to Rias, who mumbled her.
〈… Are you sure!〉
Rias’ expression suddenly brightened.
When Primor nodded, the other escorts were also delighted. They also did not want the woman whom the lord loved to live with a severe evil on her back for the rest of her life.
Looking at those who were so happy, Primor was thinking a little differently in his heart.
A high-quality elixir guaranteed by the Hermaion Guild.
Half a bottle would suffice to cure the finger.
〈… Oh, by the way, I’ll give the remaining elixir to Jesus Gei.〉
The face of the benefactor who had avenged her husband appeared in Primor’s eyelids as she said that.
Those severe burn scars that were revealed when he took off his mask.
Even burns that old could be cured with an elixir.
It was natural to invest that much for the benefactor. The escorts belatedly realized Primor’s true intention to burn with enthusiasm in bidding for the elixir, and shed a laugh.
Primor looked out her window, smiling at the escorts who sighed as if they couldn’t stop it. ──Aristocrats must be calculating. However, Primor was a human being before being an aristocrat. A person who knows shame and feels grateful. Human beings cannot calculate everything only through gains and losses of interest. Sometimes it’s only natural to do what your heart tells you to do. Thinking so, Primor remembered a white-haired girl he had seen as a child. The daughter of a fallen nobleman that her benefactor wanted to save. 〈… How are you? Tirsi Armashnas.〉 The annex I looked out of the window was covered with snowflakes. She looked down at the night view of the city, wrapped warmly by the bonfire and the laughter of the escorts. The night view of Lenapolis, where numerous aristocrats were lured into the auction, seemed to be engulfed in darkness somewhere.
