Chapter 1157 – Ep.1155 Smith, a Black Company in Another World
A place filled with warmth and warmth.
“Wow… !!”
A man who suddenly appeared like a mirage in the desert, Damon, who had hurriedly fled from the capital, hit the ground and repeatedly retched.
Squeak.
Damon, who had not eaten anything and was constantly drooling over gastric juices and saliva, heard a sound coming from behind him and quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve and struggled to get up.
And when I discovered the knights armed with silver armor, I trembled involuntarily. However, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar pattern engraved on his left chest.
“Whew, my… It looks shabby so… First, you can keep yourself well-groomed──”
Damon’s words did not last until the end.
This is because the paladins who opened the door grabbed Damon’s arms and forced him up.
“Ho, I can walk alone… ?”
No matter how you look at it, the atmosphere was not friendly and Damon rolled his tongue in his already dry mouth.
“See? No, now, wait!!”
Sure enough, Damon shouted in embarrassment at the actions of the paladins who forcibly dragged me away, but no one responded.
“Ugh?!”
Damon, who was dragged outside, unconsciously frowned under the dazzling sunlight.
“Well, there seems to be some misunderstanding… ?”
Damon opened his eyes with some force from his wrinkled brow, but was speechless at the completely unexpected sight and licked his lips.
He obviously had to be somewhere in the Temple of Opulence in Molingta, the center of the Confederacy, for all he knew. However, the current scene after being dragged outside looked like a forest somewhere with lush green grass.
“If you don’t want to get skinned, you’d better keep your mouth shut.”
“Nothing, nothing, nothing…” … ?”
There are times when words don’t come out properly when you’re too embarrassed, and that’s exactly what happened to Damon right now.
Damon, who could only keep his mouth shut at the cold warning of the paladin with his visor pressed down, was led by the paladin into the forest entrance.
“Get on.”
After passing through some bushes, a carriage appeared standing on the forest road, and the two Holy Knights turned their backs on it, putting Damon in front of it.
It was an implicit compulsion to quietly get on the carriage and not ask any questions.
‘Shit! Shit! Damn it!’
Damon, who had no idea how the situation was going on, wanted to vent out the anger he had built up inside, but he trembled at the bloody warning the paladin had given a moment ago and opened the carriage door.
“… “And you?”
And he paused for a moment with his legs on the step when a passenger appeared in the carriage before him.
Dull blonde hair flowing down from under the pressed robe.
“Get on.”
“Well, that voice… ?”
“Didn’t you hear the warning a moment ago?”
“Huh?!”
Damon, who was trying to search through his memories when he heard a voice he clearly remembered hearing, quickly covered his mouth and got into the carriage when he heard a voice that sounded like a girl.
Percussion.
When Damon got into the carriage, the paladin who had his back turned closed the carriage door.
“Let me show you.”
As soon as the carriage door closed, the woman sitting as a passenger held out her hand and said,
“W-what…” … ?”
“Ha, whatever. Of course, it’s proof that you have it, proof!”
“Ah, ah, ah! Evidence!! If that’s the case…”
Since it was not a fake physical evidence, Damon stood up as if he had no hesitation in response to the woman’s request and stopped while trying to hand the woman the evidence he had.
“… “Could you please leave for a moment?”
“Hey? “I’m sorry, but I’m very busy.”
As the woman pressured him to stop talking nonsense and quickly provide evidence, Damon felt the shame he had forgotten for a moment creep back up.
“It’s because you put it in your underwear.”
“So? Then take it off right away. What’s the problem?”
“… “At least close your eyes.”
“I’ll take care of that, so please show me the evidence quickly.”
“Tsk…”
Due to the woman’s pressure, Damon eventually bit her lip and pulled down her underwear along with her pants.
“What. Was it your girl? “I was informed that all of Nuit’s executives were men.”
“… !!”
At the question of the woman, who tilted her head as if strange, Damon’s face turned bright red, as if he was about to explode.
“This, this, this is the evidence!!”
Damon wanted to argue, but couldn’t think of an appropriate comment to make. In the end, he lifted the handle of the dagger, which had turned dark red as his blood hardened, and held it out to the woman.
“Ah, it’s okay. Just hold it.”
Although he couldn’t see her face because it was covered by a robe, Damon seemed to know what kind of expression the woman sitting across from her was making, which made him even more embarrassed.
“… It’s true.”
“I-I didn’t say it was real!”
I was just watching, and I don’t know how he was able to determine the truth, but Damon, who was just ashamed of the current situation, threw the handle in his hand on the floor and quickly pulled it back up and sat down.
“It takes a while to get to Mallingta. For now, quench your thirst with this.”
“…”
The woman took out a long glass bottle from her arms, and the contents inside were a little too pale blue to be called water. However, Damon, whose tongue and throat were already dry and twisted due to her continued tension, was already taking the vial from the woman and opening the cap, even though he was suspicious of the contents.
‘… If you’re going to kill them, just order the damn bitches outside.’
Whatever it was, Damon thought that he wouldn’t die right away if he drank this, so he drank the contents of the bottle in one go, giving him a refreshing feeling.
Gulp, gulp.
Every time Damon’s neck moved greatly, the contents quickly decreased.
After all the contents of the bottle disappeared down Damon’s throat.
Slurp.
First, the woman sitting in her seat took off the robe she was wearing.
Kiriel, an ordinary-looking woman with no special features, with long, slightly blond hair flowing down, crossed her legs, having ascended to the throne of the new Pope in place of Agatha, who had converted.
“They’re like useless scum.”
However, from her opened mouth, a mature yet deep womanly tone flowed, completely different from before.
“Cough…”
Kirielle, who was glaring at Damon with her cold gaze, let out a small cough and spit out dark red blood.
“… Tsk, after all, Agatha, she’s insignificant compared to that kid.”
After roughly brushing off the blood, she held out her hand towards Damon, and a golden airflow flowed from her palm and directly touched Damon’s nose and mouth. And she seeped into her earholes.
“A Billion, uh, that profit…” … !!”
“Hmm.”
Unlike her calm, as if he was looking at something about her, every time her golden air waved, Damon started rolling around on the floor of her carriage, her body shaking as if he was the one who caused her seizure, and her pure white crab foam in her mouth.
“Crazy bitch, did you really stab me?”
She burst into laughter and grasped her open palm, and the golden airflow that had seeped into the hole in Damon’s face gathered into her grasp again and disappeared naturally.
… Shhh.
Eventually, the crotch of Damon’s pants, which were completely stretched out with her eyes closed, was wet, and she took off her robe, picked up the handle of her dagger that had fallen on the floor, and held it in her hands.
I got off the carriage.
“Burn.”
“”Yes.””
The two paladins immediately raised a pure white flame from their hands and set the carriage on fire. She left behind the sound of crackling wood burning and walked back the way Damon had been dragged.
When she first arrived at the place where Damon had been gagging her, she approached the being who had been standing there for some time.
“I’m not sure if the bait worked completely, but it’s clear that a variable that wasn’t in our plan arose.”
“…”
Just like Kiriel did the first time, the being wearing a robe did not respond to her words and just silently looked down at the sunlight seeping into the floor.
“But if I do it well, I think I can use it──”
“I don’t have to tell you everything.”
The being that was showing its back turned its body.
Deep wrinkles showing signs of age and age spots blooming all over the skin.
However, the blonde hair flowing beneath the robe was shining so brilliantly that it could not even be compared to Kiriel’s.
“Find the broken pieces and bring them to me. The means for that are entirely up to you.”
“I did.”
“I’ve already lost two.”
“They say they didn’t lose it, but just left it in for a while. “It hasn’t been destroyed yet, right?”
“…”
The robed being silenced her for a moment, then turned around to show her back.
“Hurry.”
“Don’t be too pushy. Because most of our divinity has already been invested there.”
“It’s not yours either.”
“What belongs to the slave belongs to the master. “You probably don’t know, right?”
“…”
The woman did not respond.
“There isn’t much left, so get ready quickly. Or should I just bring you something that’s lying around in the basement?”
“…”
As expected, the woman did not respond.
“Cough…”
Kiri El once again coughed up blood, and this time, blood dripped from her nose and eyes.
“See you next time.”
With those last words, Kirielle collapsed like a doll whose strings had been cut.
