Chapter 361 – Blue Blood (2)
I took my eyes off the sky and looked back at the ground where humans were squirming among themselves.
After Ragnarok, most gods are presumed to be dead.
Didn’t Odin’s alter ego, who went from the front line to Goal, say that? Facing the end of the Age of Gods, what Odin dreamed of was a world in which mankind overcomes its preordained destiny.
In the early days of ancient civilization, that dream would have come true to some extent.
‘If Diavolo is right, it seems that there were actually talented people who were talented enough to fill the empty seat of God.’
However, some people say, “I can’t lose God, I can’t lose religion,” And to those outstanding talents, “You! Become our new Mamang!’
The faction of madness that sprung from there is the secret weapon of the first Senate that harassed Tirsi.
A skill that uses only Mana to reincarnate a wizard from an ancient civilization who was as good as the Goddess, and eats them.
I don’t know if a person named ‘Arma Chunas’ who lived in the same era as the first senators agreed with that idea, but from my point of view, they were all crazy bastards.
To enshrine a human as a god instead of a lost god?
If it had been that far, I would have thought it sad and ended it.
The one that left the power of the human mage Shunas to his descendants?
If it felt like handing down a legacy to a child, it wouldn’t be understandable.
However, the premise that one innocent family member had to be sacrificed in order to receive the inheritance was never viewed favorably.
When I thought so, I realized that I had a lot of things to check this time, and my headache ached.
Even if the rift is closed, the jotuns remain as mentioned earlier.
After that, it was necessary to play tricks here and there so that Tyrsi would not be accused of collusion.
‘… And I have to find out what effect the ritual that took place on Tirsi will have in the future.’
─Glance.
I looked up at Veronica, the best intellectual of our party when it comes to magic. However, this was a difficult matter for even our Goddess to hasten the results immediately.
It was a pity to miss Diavolo again.
I should have plucked out the ‘how to make a god that even descendants can do’ lecture left by the first senate from that bastard’s soul!
He, no, she said, giving me a concerned look.
‘Excuse me, but I heard the story. They say you are buying doubts that don’t even sound like a black magician.〉
“It’s not something you’ll laugh at. It is a common thing in political issues like this to get over trivial suspicions and later get caught saying, ‘This happened at that time too’.”
Arma Whatsigi, that is, Signatio, who seemed to come from an aristocratic family, was more realistic than Minerva or me.
He must have seen or heard something before joining the Janus Church.
‘Thubeol, it sounds plausible from hearing it that way.’
I stuck out my tongue. Clearly, the issue of whether or not there is a previous criminal record makes a significant difference even in the trial.
It is often said that cause is important in politics, but that is not a cool word.
‘The fact that a justification is important means that you’re scoundrels who push ahead with things if things go right, don’t you?’
The opponent was not an opponent with logic.
Being called to the court afterwards for some bullshit bullshit would be damned. You’ve never used witchcraft before! Conclusive proof that you’re hiding it! Who knows if they’ll sound the same?
Is that why? As I was contemplating whether to add nobles to the professor’s biological subclass, Signatio suggested it with an expressionless face.
‘Ah, would you please? Then that’s fine with me!〉
I smiled and replied. Aren’t Koreans originally the people of records since the Joseon Dynasty?
Records are not betrayed unless they are manipulated. If the Punishment Executioner, the 4th job of the Heretic Questioner, stamped it with a stamp saying, “This bastard is innocent,” There was nothing more comforting than that.
When I readily accepted the offer, Signatio nodded his head in agreement. And he said
〈… Yes? Take off? What, what?〉
I was fucking flustered thinking, what kind of bullshit is this again, is it because he is a person with zero gag sense at first sight, so he also gags with a sudden brainstorm? Take off? What? Who are you?
But Signatio said she was heartless, like a lady at the bank who tells you where to sign the papers.
‘Remove your clothes in full view of the witnesses. I will leave the underwear.〉
〈… Weyong?〉
I am at a loss for words to refute.
Didn’t I say it too often? Warlock = eat bugs.
The mana of darkness and yin was life-threatening mana. That’s why every black magician had a lot of flaws in their bodies.
Whether you overcome it or not is the measure of strength.
Unicorn used a golem to avoid being exposed to darkness and negative mana, while mafia Corentus and Diavolo trained their bodies to withstand the side effects.
However, even the warlocks of
‘=I’m saying that if I am pardoned as a black magician, there will be traces left on my body.’
In addition, if Signatio, who is also a priest, confirms it, my innocence will be perfectly proven.
All you need now is the courage to accept embarrassment.
I weighed the gains and losses and concluded that my shame was far cheaper than future shit.
〈… Okay. Can I just take it off in front of Signatio-sama?〉
“Then I will do it.”
It was Minerva, as you can tell just by the way she spoke, who immediately stepped out.
This woman has no hesitation. Is she interested in a young guy six pack.
Signatio spat out appropriate lip service and looked around at the people who were paying attention.
Then, among the aristocrats in the back, I know the one who stepped into the shoes the fastest.
‘Will I be enough? Signatio Punishment Executor.〉
‘Yes, of course not enough. Thank you for calling me by that name, Primor.〉
The second half of Primor’s words was addressed to Minerva.
Minerva, who was said to have been severely injured by the man from Armaals, answered with only his chin slightly raised.
“Then let’s go.”
I didn’t ask Signatio to become an underwear wind here, as if he didn’t have a human heart.
I heard a sense of shame about whether I had to put on a barbarian show in front of ajummas of all ages, but the side effects of being suspicious were too great to say I didn’t like it here.
I thought so and decided to change my way of thinking.
If you can’t avoid anything, don’t you enjoy it? I can’t bear to enjoy the exposure, but I’ll try to be positive if I can.
‘I’ve already shown it to Primor.’
So I took off my armor and broke my top and pants.
〈… Khumm.〉
When the two married women saw my body, they blushed and turned their heads.
No, why are people who are even married like that? If my logical-reasoning is correct, Primor would be a person with experience.
As if there was no shame in looking at the body of the opposite sex, Signatio looked at my chest and said that.
No, but the fuck is so serious that I think I’m going to go crazy! It’s cold again, so my nipples stand up! Sipal when this will end!
〈However, there is a slight feeling that darkness and negative mana flowed… Have you been cursed?〉
For some reason, every time Signatio says yes? Yes? I feel like I’m just walking away.
But have you ever had dark and negative mana flowing through my body? Guess what you mean–
‘──Oh shit.’
There was, ever flowed.
– Pout.
A cold sweat flowed down my back, then I got cold in the spring weather.
It wasn’t black magic, but something similar certainly happened! In the past, while killing Yerna, he fucking sucked up the dark and negative mana that filled the Ghost City and even used magic!
That’s for sure!
I made a hasty excuse. Fuck this! The place to prove your innocence instantly turned into a place of heretic interrogation that makes your heart ache!
I called the police and proudly blew the drunk driving machine, but I suddenly remembered that I left my driver’s license today… !!!
〈Are there many? Other than today?〉
‘Yep, of course! That’s it! What is that, it’s like a livelihood! Since I was taken by those bastards this time, I don’t know if I’ll be cursed again in the future without my knowledge!]
“I see. It is a faithful feat.”
Maybe because I was embarrassed, the smoke came out like shit. However, Signatio seemed to be ignoring it, given his surprising political views earlier.
Do you trust your eyes that much? Fuck off, that’s so cool!
Yes! If a person becomes a professional, he must also know how to believe in his own ability!
Also you are the best! I apologize for secretly calling her a neutral witch! God-Janus-sama, loyalty, loyalty!
Signatio, who felt light after losing his huge weapon, pulled out a small badge and handed it to me.
It feels like he’s been round about telling me that I’m going to be cursed later? Isn’t that a curse?
Thinking so, I opened my mouth without going through my brain.
Isn’t this like finding a clue or a clue to solve Veronica’s curse in an unexpected place? After all, justice triumphs! It would be the misfortune of the world if a good person like me was executed for innocent crimes! Arm!
‘Then I will stay one step ahead and work on the rest. Thank God for this chance encounter.〉
The androgynous super-beauty, Signa Tio, left her path with the gait of a master who was careful yet confident.
Is she going to hunt Jotun now? I have to help him to suck up the burning event and give a good impression, but I’m dying of regret.
Minerva nodded her head as if impressed by the back of her priest, who looked like a workaholic who was just doing his job.
Minerva muttered something like that, and Primor looked at my face without saying a word.
I didn’t even get to speak on my own, so my wandering thoughts got longer.
‘Let’s leave the curse of Veronica and the Bicorns for later, and ask her to find out about Tyrsi’s condition first.’
What I had to do right now was to restore the awakening of the aura that had been cut off earlier and participate in the hunt for the remnants of Jotun.
When the nobles hadn’t escaped yet, they would be able to suck mana comfortably.
‘Jotun hunting should be worthwhile since we know the basics, but the problem is that while we’re doing it, we won’t be harmed by Tyrsi… Oh fuck! How did the heart-side mana flow when the aura was emitted?’
As I thought more and more, the exhaustion that I couldn’t get out of seemed to weigh on my shoulders. Primor asked me, who was thinking hard about something else.
〈… You are a sincere person. What will Yesugei do now?〉
‘Ah, yes. I’m also planning to make a move after seeing the party’s condition. Because the lady who was victimized by Diavolo is an acquaintance of mine in Britannia. I was just worried that her innocent girl might not have been hurt.”
Feeling like I was at this time, I pushed forward the theory of Tyrsi’s innocence, and while I was doing it, I spoke to Minerva as well.
“You can call me Minerva. You must be tired, are you okay?
‘Of course it doesn’t matter. As much as possible, I want no one to get hurt.”
It also increases mana, improves the image, and finally helps when defending Tyrsi. There are so many fucking reasons to join the remnant hunt, so why bother taking a break?
It’s bullshit to say that you buy and do hardships when you’re young, but if you could ‘sell’ it, it would be right to do it.
A husband who does not work cannot support himself. Right now, there are only four wives in our house. Fuck.
‘Very good. Do you like it. Then come back in 10 minutes.〉
Minerva smiled at my aspirations and nodded her head.
Having said that, she turned her back and went away.
Are all Romanians like this? Thats so fucking cool If I had been single, I would have fallen in love and almost dreamed of becoming a MILF Hunter Nord in another world.
In that kind of escapism, I turned my head like a rusty nutcracker.
Primor was smiling kindly.
──It’s true that my head is a bit better than others, but there are limits to what I can handle at the same time.
─If you think about something else, you can’t help but make mistakes.
Before I came to fight Diavolo, this is what I thought to myself.
I’m fucking crazy and I’m jumping up and down. Who would have known it would be a double track!
Taking advantage of the moment when I was preoccupied with her other thoughts, she dug up my lie like a sharpshooter and asked quietly.
Tyrsi! I’m fucked!
