Chapter 845 – The Religion of Heavenly Changes (3)
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‘What are you going to do now! Abandon the palace! Even the throne is lost!〉
Benedict, the emperor who hid the body of an aristocrat’s mansion that he used as a puppet, gnashed his teeth. Even at such a time his head was lavished with fine ointment. It was the work of a maid who clamped down on her mouth.
The captain of the prostrate bodyguard replied. The Emperor’s heart was disturbed by a sense of security and anxiety at the unchanging attitude of the captain of the guards. 〈… Damn. Is the asylum plan ready? The capture of the throne also failed.〉 The emperor could not finish the investigation of the head of the guards and cut off his anger. It was natural. She was the only one who could guarantee the safety of the emperor who had lost her authority and fled from her palace. What should I do if the commander of the guards harbors a reverse mind? He didn’t think he was stupid at all, so the emperor held on to his wounds. 〈… Elixir, give me the elixir.〉 〈We are making arrangements as soon as possible. It is inappropriate to use Wyvern transportation, so you will have to wait a little longer… 〉 The captain of the guards, who showed no expression to the emperor who shouted, stepped back in front of him and walked down the hallway. The guardsmen chased after her. The captain of the guards went down without hesitation. A tentacle rose from the scruff of the responding SS guard’s neck, then sank. It is proof that she did not mimic properly in human form. This is something that shouldn’t be the case as a ‘personnel guard’. It was a matter of shocking enough—but, on the contrary, it wouldn’t be strange to cut his throat—the SS commander ignored it. It was hard to control emotions because it was the same for each other. She ordered the Emperor to stay still, but the one she felt most impatient with was none other than herself. The captain of the guards was full of desire to check the safety of the owner, Amelia, right away. Concerned for the safety of her lord, whom she served even higher than her emperor, she narrowed her stride. ‘Did you avoid the body? Are you injured or… 〉 〈The spatial transformation caused by the authority of Libertas has been observed. It is information from the senators who investigated the location, so that is certain.〉 〈… There is still a sign of confusion in the church that serves artificial gods. The Shinjwa absorbed into the throne did not return. He must be still alive.〉
When her bodyguards disappeared, she stopped walking and was troubled.
She, who had been spitting out her flesh, exposed her teeth.
〈… We need to disrupt the rear.〉
Wearing a relic robe that concealed her identity, the SS commander wore her sword at his waist.
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Luxuries and luxury items are worth their price. In that respect, inns are no different, and even if you don’t go to a cheap inn that costs a few coppers per night, it’s a lot different from an ordinary inn.
Regardless of the season and weather outside, I woke up at an inn that warmly welcomed guests.
It was a short notice. There were a few times where the future seemed more fragmented, but it seemed to feel shorter because there was no impact. I closed my eyes.
“Rear.”
“What? Did you see anything?”
The place is a room in the inn where Dana and Nefertiti are still.
Laughter came out of their eyes.
“Yes. He seems to be hiding in a mansion somewhere.”
“Mansion? Isn’t it some fucking cave? You have a good status.”
“… What future?”
They come straight to the point. I said after a brief explanation.
“One of the downsides of my precognition is that I don’t know how far into the future it is.”
“I guess so. I heard that Odin in Ragnarok was like that too?”
“In Loki’s words. Because there are various forms of prophecy.”
My authority is a bit far from the image that comes to mind when you think of a prophet.
Rather than reciting cryptic prophecy phrases, it is better to show them so clearly that it is easier to understand, but of course there are disadvantages.
‘I don’t know how late the scenery I saw.’
Wouldn’t it be that the people who reflected on the prophecy looked at the calendar in an easy-to-understand way?
“It’s easy to make a rough estimate, though.”
Did you get any clues? I put on the coat I took off.
“I can’t tell if Amelia is dead or not. Let’s meet up and let us know.”
“We’ll just have to find the guys snooping around the site.”
Dana and Nefertiti also got dressed right away.
Hit. The culprit will return to the scene, and a spy from the bodyguard will appear at the temple of Romulus to find traces of Amelia, who was neatly destroyed by Henir.
Said Nefertiti, taking her whip.
“If you know the location, you will win easily.”
“Oh, I don’t need to bring weapons. If we go right away, the future will change, so we’ll hire someone to investigate. Honestly, we stand out more than those guys, right?”
“… Okay.”
Our fourth-dimensional girl who gets sullen as soon as she wakes up vigorously.
After patting him on the back, I called Jeon Seo-gu (Mae) and handed him a letter.
‘First, find the emperor and deal with it.’
It’s good if you can capture it alive, but it doesn’t matter if you can’t. Isn’t it possible to control Baron Sellustia and the Church of Vesta? This is a fucking flower pack.
I called other wives.
Treason… No, it’s time to finish the revolution.
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Chartus, a member of the bodyguard, smiled pretentiously.
“Can I inspect this fire pit?”
It was a cheeky, pretentious laugh, but the forensic director didn’t say anything.
It has to be. Contrary to its name, the ‘guards’, the sword of the emperor was the sword of the descendants of the star.
Of course, the required abilities have nothing to do with escort.
〈Let’s take the forensic team on a tour. The time must be full, can I leave it to you?〉
‘Ah, don’t talk about it. What year am I?〉
The role of the Romanian Senate’s direct agency, the Forensic Service, was to analyze and investigate these incidents and accidents. It is a forensic team that follows the instructions of the members of the Senate with magic similar to the imperial family’s mana detection technology.
Chartus’ external identity is that of a member of the forensic department.
It was difficult to parallel the duty of the SS, but it had nothing to do with it. Because he wasn’t loyal to the emperor who hadn’t even risen from the mansion yet.
‘Miss Amelia… Miss Amelia… !!’
Suppressing the urge to hurriedly run away and the flesh fragments of his body that seemed to pierce the skin of his human days, Chartus led the forensic team.
I stopped the forensic team who tried to follow the manual.
It was natural. It wouldn’t have left any obvious traces. Even if it was left behind, the Senators who had stirred up this scene before them would have taken care of it.
Isn’t the law of mana counterbalanced with harmony?
Mana in its natural state is quickly mixed with the opposite mana in a well-balanced manner and is extinguished.
In particular, it is impossible to find in the traces of so many and rough battles. It would have been much easier to re-dry the water-soaked tea leaves and allow them to seep into the tea leaves.
〈Then what do you do?〉
〈Where doesn’t work?〉
The site of the temple of the Church of Romulus, which would only look like ruins even to young children if left unattended for a few months. It was persuasive to speculate that those who caused an incident like this would not be normal.
〈… Aren’t there only two master classes in Romania?”
‘The very captain of the guard is said to be missing? There must have been other members of the SS on the scene, so why was it that I had no choice but to retreat with His Majesty?〉 ‘It must be because the traitors were so strong. Yep. I won’t talk anymore.〉 And because it was persuasive, the conciliation was successful even with the words of Chartus, who hid his identity. ─Sabak, Sabak. The connoisseurs, who saluted half-jokingly and half-seriously, searched for parts where mana did not work. A few hours to focus on that. Since the great nobles were not idle people, and there were no people watching, the connoisseurs began to chatter and chatter. 〈I heard that the master class can cause her paranormal phenomenon without leaving any traces of mana like some artifact with its own ability alone.〉 〈Isn’t it the place where the superpowers of the master classes collided? I’m not sure.〉 Aha, that’s right. Understanding, the forensic team admired the foresight of the team leader and found him. ‘Yes?’ He glanced everywhere, but Chartus was nowhere to be seen. Still, he didn’t find it strange. It was the same thing that he wanted a cigarette if he had a little spare time in this fucking dizzy situation. 〈… If you become the team leader, you will be able to play hit-and-run games, right?〉 〈What does the team leader do when he is busy making a living? If you don’t want to get fired, wake up and do your job.〉 The forensic team went back to work grumbling, but his thoughts were correct. Because Chartus, who served as the team leader, stopped inspecting the scene and headed elsewhere. Searching for the traces of Amelia—the scars left by the authority of the He would have been very majestic had the arched columns not been destroyed. Inside the temple, it was as quiet as a dead rat. It was only natural that the followers, who would normally have been actively wandering around, had long since moved to temporary shelters. But even when that quiet place cries out to leave, the person who summoned Chartus does not answer. I stopped what I was doing and was called, but the forensic director who called me is nowhere to be seen. While frowning, he found a clue he couldn’t miss and was startled.
‘… Traces of melting?’
It was a hole. A hole as if boiling molten iron had been poured over it for hours and melted down to the ground. The hole that went all the way to the basement could not be seen to see who had blocked it.
‘Wulfhedin… Has the guy who targeted Amelia erased the traces of the fight?’
No, that was awkward.
It’s not just Amelia and her bodyguards that are in trouble when the basement where the throne is located is discovered. If you want to cause confusion, wouldn’t you have made it public?
‘Rather than that, if there is a hole like this, why wasn’t the forensic team sent to the basement in the first place——’
The thread of thought was cut off there.
And the string that had been cut clung to another idea. Chartus carried on the thread of his incongruity.
‘Did you know about this hole, the existence of the underground?’
Did you deliberately bury it even knowing its existence?
Who knew?
Who is who The Forensic Service is an organ under the direct control of the Senate, and it was the upper echelons of the Romulus Church that allowed evidence collection within the Church. But they didn’t know this trace?
‘It’s absurd. With traces of such a battle, of course he should have realized it first.’
If you knew, you should investigate from the bottom of the hole. But the reality is this. No one touched suspicious places and assigned the forensics outside.
As if it was prepared for someone who is only interested in traces outside.
If it was the same as before, I would have been happy that Amelia’s book mother looked after her.
But she isn’t
The tentacles beneath the disguised skin bristled with chills.
‘… Is this identification itself a trap!!’
There is a person who has cooperated with the chaotic Senate and the church, or induced them to cooperate.
The two wings that will control the Holy Empire, where the authority of the imperial family has disappeared. He dealt with the highest leadership body, the Senate and the Church, at the same time, luring the target without even realizing it.
It was obvious who the target was.
The temple was strangely silent, as if it had bitten a person. Chartus revealed the power of his body.
A rat dead silence? Illusion is also an oil fountain.
This was silence to kill the rat.
【■■■■■■!!!!!】
A sense of crisis preceded the idea of hiding one’s identity.
─Tududuk!! Took!!
The muscle fibers in his arms turned into thick bundles of tentacles. Charthus’ arms were longer and thicker than those of an ogre, and rotated 180 degrees behind his back as ferociously as a dragon.
It traversed a space where no one had the strength and flexibility impossible to humans.
The super sense felt by the minion of the offspring of the stars penetrated the hidden human head.
… Thump!!
To be precise, I ran with impenetrable momentum and was caught.
〈Wow, look at the thickness of his arms. What do you cook your upper body with? Steroid?>
─Pujik!!! The hand that grabbed Chartus’s arm crushed it like a ball of tentacles.
I wanted to kill myself, but I couldn’t. Because the man who broke off his arm caught his mouth with his bare hand. His skin was ripped open, revealing the body of Chartus.
Black eyes filled his vision.
It was a man with fluorescent mana wrapped around his body like a flame. Black eyes and hair that couldn’t feel a single light. It’s a familiar impression. Chartus’ face contorted grotesquely.
Crunchy… !!
An astonishing force weighed on Chartus.
It’s a thick forearm for a human. However, Chartus had long since transcended that human.
After gaining strength, senses, and wisdom that he never dreamed of when he was a human, and seeing the universe, Chartus treated humans as humans treat ants. That’s why he was able to do a good job of acting a double life.
The realization that she became the limbs of her transcendent person and her absolute being who transcended her even further.
The omnipotence of being a star in the night sky, not a human looking up at the stars, but a human looking down on them.
This was the reason why the Royal Guard, including Chartus, gave their lives to the descendants of the star.
I would, but I can’t even budge.
Knees folded as if the bones had been rolled up in a press that crushes seeds to extract oil, and the strength of the stomach pressed against the face.
【■■ ■!!!】
Chartus held back his pain and tried to stretch his left arm.
─Push!
However, the left arm, which had to be stretched vigorously, flew far away with enough energy like an arrow that had been misfired. As soon as he stretched out his arm, the burning capital cut off his arm.
〈Is it a Mithril class? He’s lagging behind in taijutsu, so he fills it up with specs.〉
It doesn’t look like anyone else. You feel a bit like me in the days of being a bitch, don’t you?
Nord, who succeeded in luring them out, smiled.
For example, if you can absorb the mana of the Old God by killing them, etc.
Very good when mana succession is activated. I was just thinking about finding a priming water to draw power from the seat of God if I got it with a butt, so I can get more motivated to pull out weeds.
Not even making it to the future foreseen by the Nords, a captured Chartus bared his teeth.
─Puff!!
Attempting to bite Nord as it was was not dared by a merciless punch that crushed all of his mandibles, but he roared to the end as he healed his wounds.
Nord bounced lightning from the palm of his hand.
“A dead body cannot lie.”
─Pajijik.
Quarreureung—!!!!!
A thunderbolt illuminated the darkness of the dimmed temple.
