Chapter 298 – Ep.297 Goldias Kingdom
The altar is completely dark as the candles disappear.
In the dark center, a red light that causes instinctive repulsion flickers sinisterly.
‘Damn bitch. ‘Why on earth is it taking so long?’
I, Berius, who was watching the red light from a distant place, wrinkled his face.
The center of the altar.
There, Apostle Kalm-Blum, who had been obediently captured by the adventurers, was lying on top of the pattern. And next to him, a giant radiating an ominous red light was in the process of brainwashing the Apostle of Petrmira using the grace he received from Nuit, the Great Mother of Darkness.
“Tsk…”
The engraving that would increase the power of grace was perfect. In fact, the giant was also impressed when the imprint drawn with his virgin’s blood began to shine.
With the power of imprinting, mother. Geohan, who was able to manipulate the power of the grace he received from Nuit with a power amplified several times, said this before starting his ritual.
―With this much power, an hour would probably be enough.
One hour.
Regardless of failure or success, Geohan set the time from start to finish of the ritual to just one hour and entered into the ritual.
Naberius hated giants, but at least he acknowledged that the disgusting giant was not someone who spewed out his words in vain, which made the current situation even more irritating.
‘It seems like he was intoxicated by the momentarily amplified power. ‘What a sick bitch.’
The person currently performing the ritual is one of Petrmira’s apostles.
No matter how much your power has increased, it is arrogance to judge that you can produce results in just one hour.
At least Naberius thought so.
‘Anyway, I don’t know why I was caught here.’
It is clear that he has the ability to easily remove the handcuffs made of Alterion and even destroy the grace left in the room.
But at best, he was easily captured by a bunch of adventurers and brought here.
‘I think the most likely thing right now is to bide time.’
The adventurers reported through the giant that they thoroughly searched the hallway where the apostle was captured, but found no trace of the man.
Naberius basically does not trust the group of adventurers. An unscrupulous group of people who are so blinded by money that it is not surprising for them to stab a colleague or client next to them with a knife and then run away. That’s what Naberius thought of as adventurers.
However, Naberius did not find fault with the adventurers involved in this incident.
They are called ‘men’. Because she was no different from a caught fish chasing bait that a woman could never avoid, opening its mouth to swallow her sharp hook.
They also had something they definitely wanted to get, and if the work here went out, it would be them who would be in trouble, so I thought they wouldn’t make a move because it was annoying.
But Naberius did not know. That the group of adventurers were much more sloppy than he thought. Also, what happens when these women, who are busy making a living in the cold, are given infinite alcohol and a warm shelter?
Uuuuu!!
The red light shimmering in the center of the altar shines more intensely, showing off its presence.
Naberius thought as he watched the red light flutter and dance in the darkness.
‘I don’t know what tactic they used, but it would be correct to think that the man they summoned is no longer here.’
He didn’t think that he would have left the person he was supposed to protect and been captured here.
‘If you left the summoned man alone and came to us…’
However, Naberius, who has already experienced failure once, knows that variables always appear in unexpected situations. That’s why he didn’t make a conclusion easily because he personally experienced what he called a variable.
‘What if you really came with that in mind?’
Naberius’ face, who was feeling irritated and dissatisfied with the ritual that continued well beyond the scheduled time, hardened.
Without taking his eyes off the altar where the red light was dancing, he slowly began to prepare to manifest the grace he had received from the great Mother of the Night.
‘Have you figured out this side’s power? No, no. ‘That’s not it.’
Naberius’ shadow gradually grows in size.
He swallowed, glaring at the red dot that was now emitting light so intense that it was difficult to look at.
‘From the beginning, I didn’t care about this side’s power at all…’
I came here on my own because I had made some preparations and was confident that I would be able to subdue no matter who was waiting.
‘No… It would be correct to say that we invited them.’
They captured the person who was fine, so if that isn’t an invitation, what is it?
‘Shit. I thought it was a turn-off from the beginning… ‘Wherever I go, there are these damn people.’
Naberius’s tension slowly boiled over, as he thought that if anything went wrong, he would run straight for the escape hatch provided behind the altar.
The moment when his muscles, which had been loose, began to tighten little by little and settle into place.
“Huh ah ah ah ah.”
The giant who was performing the ceremony standing in the center of the altar let out a loud scream and clapped his hands.
Naberius prepared to attack immediately and glared at the altar where the red light had disappeared.
“…”
“…”
A heavy silence.
Naberius did not relax. He strained his eyes to see if he might be making any suspicious movements.
However, Naberius’s use of grace never occurred.
“Whoa…”
The silence was broken by the giant’s sigh.
Naberius cautiously opened his mouth.
“Did you succeed?”
“… Yes. It took a long time because something unexpected happened along the way, but we succeeded in the end.”
“… Right.”
He implicitly expressed his feelings of regret and lit the candle he had prepared below.
Naberius’ face showed annoyance at the fact that the giant had broken all the magic lanterns, and that the only means of lighting this altar was this small candle.
“It was successful, but I don’t know how far the order will work. “Please look into it for me.”
“What? Why do I have to do that? “You take responsibility for everything you do until the end.”
Naberius looked up at the giant walking towards him and wrinkled his face without hiding his emotions.
A candle burning brightly.
A giant came into the scope of that light. Only then was Naberius able to properly see the giant’s face.
“Joy. “You talk like it’s easy, but it’s not true.”
I, Berius, looked up at the sweat-soaked and gaunt giant and twitched one corner of his mouth.
Despite the blatant ridicule, the giant did not care and spoke with a tired but calm expression.
“All the grace that was planted in the believers and adventurers kept underground has disappeared.”
“… What?”
Naberius’ face, which had been laughing at the sound of his grace disappearing, hardened again.
“Because it happened during the ceremony, I couldn’t deal with it separately, so I had no choice but to ignore it. I felt like a part of my tightly connected grace had been cut off. “It was actually cut out.”
“…”
I, Berius, tilted my head to the side and glared at Kalm lying on the floor for a moment, then looked up at the giant again and said.
“Monstrous bitch.”
Naberius had already experienced for himself a few hours ago what happens when grace is cut off. It was absolutely not pain that a human could endure.
However, the giant in front of me not only endured the pain, but also maintained consciousness during it.
“I tell you this every time, I am a bastard, not a bitch. Rather, I will take the adventurers down to the underground. Or would you like to come down?”
“… Tsk. Get out quickly.”
He didn’t think it would be a bad idea to get out of this dark place, but he didn’t want to go on an expedition with a group of adventurers who could only serve as meat shields when he didn’t know what was going to happen.
The giant nodded once and left the altar by pushing the heavy stone wall.
The soft light of a magic lamp seeping through an open gap.
A black energy crept up from Naberius’ shadow and closed the gap in the stone wall.
He walked little by little to the center of the altar, following the small light of the candle in his hand.
A little girl lying on the imprint that had turned completely white.
“Get up.”
As soon as Naberius spoke, the girl’s closed eyelids slowly rose. Then, she raised her upper body, placed her hands on the floor, and stood up.
Gloomy-looking purple hair.
Round eyes.
A sharp nose and small lips.
He asked, glaring at the girl who was shorter than him.
“Name is?”
“Kalm…”
“Are you the apostle of Petrumira?”
“… “Yes.”
Naberius questioned Kalm based on the information in the diary he obtained and checked whether it matched the contents of the diary.
‘There are some parts that are a little different, but it’s all roughly the same.’
Eyes without focus.
It was one of the characteristics seen in the object of the giant’s grace.
The girl in front of me now also had unfocused eyes. But Naberius did not relax.
What if the current situation is also an act?
The opponent is an apostle. And that of the most powerful group.
It was said that he was an opponent who could never let down his guard.
‘But since you are a believer, there is a way to confirm.’
No matter how good your acting is, these are words and actions that a believer who serves God cannot commit, even if it means death.
“Follow me. “Petmira is a whore.”
An act of blaspheming the worshiped god.
An ordinary believer would deserve to be beaten, and blaspheming God by the girl in front of him is no different from denying his entire life.
“Petmira…”
Kalm’s mouth opened.
Naberius positioned himself so that he could act immediately according to what was to be said next.
Small lips that are slightly open and motionless.
‘Also… !!’
The very moment when Naverius was about to display his grace in a strangely long silence.
“She’s a whore.”
“… !!”
The black energy gathered at Kalm’s feet stopped.
I, Berius, glared at her Kalm with her narrowed eyes and ordered her once more.
“Say it properly. “It’s a prostitute named Petrmy.”
“Petmira is a prostitute…”
“Again.”
“Petmira is a prostitute…”
“Once more.”
“Petmira is a whore.”
“Hmm.”
Naberius nodded his head, and the black energy that had gathered at Kalm’s feet disappeared.
“Of course it’s me. “With my help, I was able to brainwash the Apostle of Petmira.”
As always, he took the time to briefly praise himself.
“Now it’s time to answer the questions.”
Naberius asked the girl who was standing blankly with unfocused eyes.
“For what purpose have you been captured by us?”
Why was he captured without offering any resistance?
Naberius was very curious about that. He was prepared to laugh at her, having at the same time paid the price of intoxication with her peculiar feminine conceit.
“Now, hurry up and say it.”
“The purpose of capture…”
He swallowed hard and waited for his next words. And after some time, Kalm’s small lips moved again.
“… “I don’t have any?”
