Chapter 291 – Ep.290 Goldias Kingdom
A floor with intricate patterns drawn on it.
One small candle placed on top of it.
A corner of the altar that feels gloomy.
“Cluck, cluck!! Ugh…”
A man lying on the floor as if dead opened his eyes, coughing blood.
“… “Keuuuuu.”
To avoid swallowing the dead blood that had drained through his throat again, the man quickly turned his head to the side and spit out the fishy substance that was left in his mouth.
The giant who was watching the series of processes from the side opened his mouth.
“Unlike its frail body, its lifeline appears to be strong.”
“…”
The man slowly stood up, crumpling his face at the neutral voice that came from next to him.
“How long have you been down?”
“A little over three hours.”
“…”
After hearing the giant’s answer, the man nodded his head. Then he looked around and opened his mouth once again.
“… “What happened to all the magic lights that were nailed to the ceiling?”
“I destroyed it because it was unnecessary.”
“You crazy bitch.”
“I’m a guy, not a bitch.”
“…”
In response to the giant’s reply, the man closed his mouth and suppressed his anger by pressing his temples with both hands.
“You’re not telling me to continue working in this gloomy atmosphere, are you?”
“If it was light, I left it there.”
Before the man collapsed, he sighed as he looked at the candles placed in the center of the altar he had been drawing.
I admitted that it was a mistake to try to have a conversation on a topic that I knew would not work with the person in front of me in the first place.
“What happened to the captured apostle?”
“We have sent our loyal slaves, so just wait a little longer.”
“… “Didn’t you tell me that three hours had passed since I collapsed?”
“I’m a bastard, not a bitch.”
“Ugh!!”
Man. I, Berius, felt like my blood would flow back again if I continued to talk to the person in front of me, so I just kept my mouth shut.
‘Fucking crazy bitch.’
Naberius got up from the floor, glared at the giant who was standing blankly looking down at him, and swore.
Every time the distant candle flame flickered, the shadow waved and a small light appeared and disappeared from the giant’s head.
Yes. The giant in front of me is bald without a single hair.
That alone was enough to make Naberius loathe, but the fact that the giant is bald is not enough to make the viewer feel disgust and fear.
It was a being with hideous and strange muscles all over its body.
Above all, the reason Naberius hated the giant in front of him was that he claimed to be a man with such a terrible appearance.
‘If it weren’t for that variable…’
Naberius turned his back and remembered the mysterious entity that had caused him to act with that unsightly giant.
A plan that has been in preparation for over ten years.
He integrated well into a large desert tribe, built trust, and was given a high position.
He succeeded in artificially creating the Southern King by borrowing the power of grace given to him from his mother, who rules over all darkness.
We made a tight and solid plan so that even the smallest variables could not get in the way, and everything went according to plan until the end. No, it went away.
‘… Shit.’
It was just a memory of the past, but Naberius suddenly appeared and ruined everything.
Even though half a year has passed, he still breaks into a cold sweat and trembles like a frightened animal when he remembers that incident.
The huge pillar of fire that consumed the moonlight still burned brightly in Naberius’ memories.
“How long until completion?”
“Just shut up and wait. Or go out and find out what happened to that apostle bitch.”
“Your personality is just as picky as your fragile body. I’m going to go away for a bit because you want me to disappear. Then.”
The sound of heavy footsteps reached Naberius’s ears, followed by the sound of a heavy stone wall moving. And the giant’s presence gradually moved away.
“Disgusting bitch.”
As soon as the giant disappeared, Iberius immediately let out the swear words he had been storing in his mouth.
“Whew. “It’s a little better.”
After his boiling stomach calmed down a bit, Naberius walked towards the altar with complicated patterns on it.
“Tsk. “I don’t understand why my mother accepted such a mentally ill person as her child.”
He used the flickering light of the candle as a guide and moved along the fishy scent of blood.
After walking for a while, he discovered a bottle filled with dark red liquid and a brush with his head immersed in it. It was the brush he was holding in his hand before he fell.
“Of course it’s me. “He fell down and cleaned up after himself.”
Naberius sat on the floor, praising himself. Then he picked up a bottle containing mixed blood of several adventurers and placed his brush in his hand.
He took out a brush soaked in blood and began to rub it into the broken part of the pattern.
For a while, the only sound coming from the altar was the sound of a blood-soaked brush hitting the floor.
It was when the long seconds had shortened to exactly half.
The glass bottle in Naberius’ hand was emptied cleanly. He stood up, putting the brush in his hand into the glass bottle. And he smiles with satisfaction as he looks at the finished product.
“It’s spotlessly clean. “After all, it’s me.”
After relieving his stiff wrists and back, he sat down next to the candle, which had shrunk by more than half.
Sitting on the floor, he put down the glass bottle he was holding and placed his hands together at his solar plexus.
“Whoa.”
He takes a breath and closes his eyes.
Naberius remains motionless for a while with his eyes closed, like someone meditating.
He opened his eyes exactly when his candle was about two finger tips away.
Unlike the self-praising and cheerful sitting on his face, when Naberius opened his eyes, his face was wrinkled, like someone who felt a bitter taste when chewing unripe fruit.
“… As expected, there was a secret trick.”
The reason he had to fall while he was carving marks on the floor.
A portion of his grace was left at the gate where he had been bound and watched over by the captured Apostle of Petrum.
In order to be able to respond immediately if the opponent uses magic or God’s grace.
However, the strength I had left behind disappeared almost completely.
Something that happened suddenly without any warning.
Naberius, who was concentrating on engraving the engraving, was suddenly dizzy from the pain of a part of it being torn off by force, and had to go through the terrible experience of having his insides shaken by the recoil caused by the link of power being connected to him being cut off.
“Tsk. Damn bitch. I told him several times from the beginning that it was suspicious, but he didn’t listen… “In the end, you made me suffer losses again.”
After failing in the desert and crossing the cold and high mountain range, they finally made it to the Kingdom of Goldias. Then, he went to the nearest branch and reported this news to his eldest son.
The eldest and most favored of the twelve children of Nuat, the Mother of the Great Night, spoke to the failed Naberius, consoling him for the failure of his long hard work and preparation.
-I would like you to help the fifth there a little bit so that I can take a break.
A soft tone and quiet speaking style that puts the listener at ease. But Naberius realized that his eldest son had just given him an order, not a request.
But Naberius was not displeased at all.
The eldest one has that much ability and has actually been active for his age and mother longer than himself.
However, he was just a little embarrassed.
He is the fifth to his knowledge. So, that damned behemoth was wandering around in search of a ‘saint’ whose knowledge was rumored among the high-ranking priests.
The last news he heard was that he had been captured by the Holy Knights and taken to the capital of the empire, where the Holy See of all temples was located.
-I escaped by moving the dolls that had been planted for the greater good.
Great cause. And dolls.
After hearing the first son’s words, Naberius felt the urge to immediately find the giant and tear him to pieces.
A really long time. He succeeded in brainwashing generations of clergy. However, the giant boldly used his trump card to escape.
However, I, Berius, was able to calm down his anger with the words of the first son.
-The Fifth succeeded in contacting a person presumed to be a saint. It is said that the reason why the fifth was captured was because of that saint.
A man with the power to defeat that giant. That would most likely be a saint. If he were not a saint, there is no way he would have been able to defeat the giant with those hideous lumps wrapped around his body.
Naberius was the fifth based on the news of the discovery of the saint alone. He decided to forget the sins the giant had committed. Because it was valuable information.
Naberius, who had rested for two days after ending his contact with his eldest son, went straight to where the giant was hiding. And he closed his eyes tightly.
This is because the place where the giant was hiding was one of the branches of Petrmira.
The giant broke the unwritten rule that had been maintained for a long time and crossed the line again.
However, I was able to endure it by listening to the giant’s reply that he knew this fact first and had permission to proceed.
Naberius was not interested in what the giant was trying to do. He just clears his head and helps the giant with whatever he asks.
At the giant’s request, he drew an engraving that temporarily strengthened grace.
By carving a ritual pattern using the blood of a virgin and praying to the Mother of Night, you can temporarily strengthen the grace bestowed upon you.
The grace the giant received from Nuat, the Mother of Night, was brainwashing.
It is the power to manipulate the target’s thoughts and ideas with the power of darkness.
At the current level of the giant, it was impossible to insert complex commands or specific memories. However, with the help of Naberius, the giant was able to give more specific orders and insert the existence into the memory without any discomfort.
The giant brainwashed Petrmira’s followers and even brought in adventurers to procure the virgin blood needed to engrave the engraving.
About two months had passed like that.
-I think we should capture one of Petrmira’s apostles.
At first, he thought that bitch was really crazy, but after hearing what she said next, Naberius seriously wondered whether he should participate in the giant’s plan.
―I happened to brainwash one of Apostle’s close associates, and he had very troubling information.
Construction of underground facilities for unknown purposes.
Sado hums his tune as time passes and mutters, ‘Sex.’
I entered the room after receiving orders to clean it and accidentally found a diary.
The contents of the diary played the biggest role in making Naberius participate in this work.
『October xx, xx
I finally meet the person I have been waiting for and waiting for.
He is the only one who can satisfy me as I can no longer be satisfied with the crude and shabby fake relics of Petrmira! Ah! I can’t wait to have my pussy comforted by his massive cock!!”
A beefy dick.
The cock is a male reproductive organ.
And in general, a man’s genitals are never attractive to women. The same was true for Naberius himself.
Man. A beefy cock. An apostle who calls the holy relics given by the god he serves fake.
Although he didn’t know it, Naberius felt a strong interest because he was a man and participated in the giant’s plan.
The plan was simple.
Since the place and time of when to contact the man were written in the diary, all that was needed was to subdue the apostle before then and prepare a place to hide the two.
It was decided to use the branch of Petrmira, where the giant was hiding at first, as the location, and the kidnapping of the apostle was left to the believers brainwashed by the giant.
So that there is no risk even if it fails.
Honestly, Naberius thought this plan would fail.
Will the most powerful and vicious Apostle of Petrmyra be captured by the believers? That’s what I thought.
But that actually happened.
An apostle who was captured with ridiculous ease.
It is said that he did not offer much resistance and was struck in the neck with a sword wielded by a believer, causing him to faint.
After hearing that, Naberius told the giant that there must be some kind of trap.
This is because, with Naberius’s common sense, it was incomprehensible that the apostle would have been caught up in such a clumsy method unless there was some purpose.
The giant dismissed his advice as a needless worry and only asked him to prepare a portal to transport his man. Naberius was unable to erase his suspicions about the apostle and sacrificed a few adventurers to create a magic circle that reversed the location.
And the plan succeeded.
The brainwashed believers sent the man away safely.
‘Tsk… ‘I should have at least checked your face.’
He was so focused on completing the engraving that he postponed checking even though he knew he had been summoned to the room where the apostle was trapped. Because of this, Naberius did not know the identity of the man summoned to the room.
‘It is said that the temple’s paladin followed, but it is meaningless.’
It surpassed space. There are no traces, so how can they find this place?
Naberius once again praised himself for his thoroughness.
“Whew. “Fucking bitch.”
He thought as he looked at the precarious candle that was about to go out.
‘The captured Apostle is clearly hiding his skills.’
They were restrained with handcuffs made from Alterion, which is stronger than steel and has high magic resistance.
However, he removed his handcuffs so secretly and quickly that he was not noticed and even destroyed the door where he had planted part of the grace.
‘As expected, he is one of the apostles of Petrumira, known as the strongest and fiercest.’
Although he regretted his lost strength, Naberius felt relieved.
There was no way that the Apostle of Petrmira would have allowed such a ridiculous attack without any purpose. He was also relieved that his thoughts were right.
“Apostle of Petrmyra… “I think his name was Kalm-Blum.”
I, Berius, narrowed my eyes as I remembered Kalm, who was tied to the bed and making a scared face.
An engraving engraved on the altar using the blood of a hundred lives.
All of this was preparation for an experiment to see if it was possible to brainwash an apostle who received the grace of another god.
Naberius thought as he stroked the blood that must have been on someone’s hardened body.
‘If possible, I wish you would kill that disgusting bitch.’
If the great man dies, the engravings on the altar that he worked so hard to draw will be useless, but Naberius will not feel the slightest regret. That’s how much he hated giants.
‘I don’t know how much power he’s hiding, but if he fought a giant, he’s probably not in the best condition.’
If possible, I will finish it with my own hands, and if I find it difficult…
“We’ll have to negotiate.”
There are enough cards prepared.
Right now, just having proof that she betrayed Petmiracin would be enough to compromise.
Tsuzu That is.
The small light that was the only light illuminating the altar disappeared.
Naberius muttered, looking at the dark red dots left on the wick.
“Kalm-Bloom… “I hope I can be a good collaborator.”
