Chapter 85 – Who Killed the Robin?
Hearing my question, the sage hesitated before opening his mouth.
“What would you do if I told you what happened that day?”
Then Vanessa, who held the wise man’s wrist, said as if she was dumbfounded.
“Do you think you’re in a situation where you can suggest something?”
“…Then I can’t say anything either.”
I stopped Vanessa with a hand gesture when the wise man came out quite resolutely.
Then, Vanessa let go of the wise man’s hand with an unwilling expression.
I couldn’t escape because my feet were bound with shackles anyway.
I took a chair from outside and sat in front of the sage.
Then he scratched his head and said.
“Rin, let’s go easy. I don’t want to interrogate my old colleague like Pervert.”
Then, in the eyes of the sage, vain hope stood.
“Brother, save me. At least I didn’t ostracize her brother or directly bully her, unlike Rachel’s sister did?”
“It’s not like that.”
Among the reasons why I betrayed the warrior party, the sage accounted for a small portion.
If the hero is 50%, Rachel is 30%, and the sage and priest are each 10%?
Most of the time, the stress level rose quickly as the couple started fucking in pairs when the warrior started dating Rachel, and the sage and priest threw a scornful look or verbally threw a face every time I went to the window. Did not do
But there is a saying in this world.
He said he hates a sister-in-law who stops him more than a mother-in-law who beats her.
“Rin, since you’re a smart kid, you must have known. Why did the hero show such an attitude toward me?”
Then the wise man, who looked at me, bit his lip and replied.
“…Isn’t it because you’re afraid your brother will take your woman away?”
“That’s correct.”
I clapped my hands and spoke to such a sage with cold eyes.
“And you chose a hero who would receive a great reward if the subjugation was successful, and on the other hand, though strong, you pretended not to know the persecution and contempt I received, who would be treated as the hero’s sidekick after the subjugation was over.”
“But I couldn’t help it! For me, it was for the best!”
I shrugged and put my hand on the back of the chair.
“Life is always a series of choices. I know very well that you, born in an unremarkable back alley, made those choices because you wanted to succeed as a warrior back.”
“Then…!”
I resolutely cut off the sage’s words halfway through.
“So stop accepting the cost of your choice. Rin. You got on the wrong line in the first place.”
“Awesome!”
The sage’s face is distorted by the reality that is mercilessly thrust into it.
Vanessa, who was listening to the sage’s conversation with me from the side, whispered to me with an anxious expression.
‘Is it okay if I continue to press like this? I think it would have been better if I gently coaxed her.’
‘Wait a minute. There are ways.’
I pushed Vanessa aside and looked at the sage in front of me.
“Now, let’s stop talking about boring things and make a deal with me.”
“…What?”
“If you tell me the details of what happened that day, I will spare your life.”
“…How can I believe that now?”
“You can write it on the Gears Scroll if you want. Even if you don’t believe me, you’ll believe this.”
As I said that, I took out the paper from my bosom and waved it around, and the wise man made a grim expression.
That’s right, it’s as if another rope came down at the moment when the only hope was broken.
I kept my poker face and waited for the sage to make a decision.
Before long, the sage swallowed and accepted the scroll and pen I held out.
「However, if I, Kaldrash, hear the story I want, I will not be able to do any harm to the sage from now on.」
「However, a sage cannot intentionally hide the content when I, Kaldrash, tell me what I want.」
It is a very simple condition.
Perhaps because there was nowhere else to complain, he read the contents of the scroll several times and left his name in the signature line below.
Like a sage, I wrote my name in the signature line.
A pledge of the soul is sacred.
And no matter how much I was, as long as I made a vow, I couldn’t break my promise at will.
Since the scope of the promise is quite extensive, it was fundamentally impossible to go back to pumpkin seeds after making such a promise.
Perhaps because the sage also knew that fact, he glanced at my face and started talking with a determined expression.
“It was three days ago.”
***
78 days have already passed since she was imprisoned in the demon castle.
An achromatic space where nothing exists to the point of being morbid.
The only way for the sage, who usually liked to read books, to pass the time was to talk to fellow warriors and priests who were imprisoned on the same floor, or draw pictures on the floor of the prison with stones.
The walls and floors of the prison, which served as a sketchbook, were filled with paintings, and the warriors and priests who had lost hope while talking together were visibly tired, and that reached its limit.
That day, I barely fell asleep after doing meaningless things all day.
Sleeping on a stone floor without a soft bed or a warm blanket was an ordeal.
Leaning against the wall and falling into a light sleep, she suddenly felt a vibration.
She opened her eyes, wondering if it was an earthquake, and what she saw was the priest’s back bathed in brilliant light.
Originally, she was supposed to be in prison, but she was standing in the hallway of the prison, wrapped in a group of ecstatic lights that she had never seen before.
“Sister! Take me out too! Sister! Please!”
She hurriedly got up from her seat and called for the priest to break her throat, but she didn’t respond.
Perhaps because of the commotion, the warrior who was locked up in the prison across the street looked at the priest standing in the hallway with a bewildered expression.
As if being manipulated by something, the cleric started walking slowly and headed for the innermost room of the prison.
In fact, until this point, the sage was thinking of it as a positive phenomenon.
Perhaps, isn’t the goddess of courage trying to save the warriors and themselves imprisoned in the devil’s castle by a miracle?
Because that’s what I thought.
But those complacent thoughts were quelled by the piercing screams heard a few minutes later.
“Oh ah ah ah ah!”
Familiar voice.
There was no doubt that the screamer was the priest who had just walked down the aisle as if possessed by something.
She wants to know what happened, but because of her imprisonment, she couldn’t see what was going on inside her.
Perhaps because that was the same for the warrior Rachel in the room across from her, she stared into the hallway where the priest had just headed with a nervous expression.
Yet-
Hehe! Whoops! Heuk!”
The priest and the sage, who ran out as if being chased by something, met their eyes.
When the priest met his colleague, he collapsed on the floor as if the tension was relieved.
Then, clutching the rosary beads that she always wore around her neck, she crouched down and muttered incomprehensible words.
“God, why do you put me to the test and take the poor lamb’s life yourself…”
Like a penitent sinner, the priest crouched on the floor trembling and died soon after, holding a rosary in his hand.
It was only a day later that she learned of her hero’s death.
***
“…That’s all I know.”
After the sage concluded his story like that, he looked at me and said so.
I asked questions about the questionable part of the previous story.
“They said that when you opened your eyes, Elise was already covered in light. Why did you think it was a miracle when you saw that?”
“…Because it was such a tremendous divine power.”
The holy power of the priest was reduced by nearly 30% due to the loss of the virgin.
Nevertheless, although it still had strong divine power, it seems that there really was something to the extent that the expression of greatness came out of the mouth of a sage who kept watching it from the side.
Vanessa, who was listening to the story from the side, said.
“Isn’t that ‘Advent’?”
“I thought so too.”
Advent can be seen as the final ritual of the clergy-type occupational group.
The strongest divine magic that directly accepts the power of a god in the heavens and temporarily becomes a god’s agent.
It was also a magic with difficult conditions to use, to the extent that priests who could use Advent became saints, cardinals, and popes without exception.
The reason why this magic is difficult is because the difficulty of learning is also difficult, but it is basically using life as collateral.
Sacrifice.
Self sacrifice.
It was one of the most emphasized human virtues in the Order of the Goddess of Courage.
Even if this skill is used by a qualified person, it leaves a huge aftereffect, but if an unqualified person uses it, they will die unconditionally.
Judging from the circumstances, the cleric seemed to have died from the recoil of using Advent.
However, the important point here is who is the subject of Advent?
If the cleric used her own will to kill the hero, that would be a problem, but on the contrary, if the goddess forcibly descended on the cleric and killed the hero, in a sense, she herself proved that my hypothesis was true.
That must mean that the goddess was in a hurry.
‘This, the situation is fun.’
It seemed like he had heard all the stories he was about to hear, so there was nothing more for the wise man to see.
As I picked up my chair and prepared to leave the prison, the sage asked with a servile expression.
“I told you everything I wanted, so I won’t die anymore, brother?”
I waved my hand.
“I didn’t really care from the beginning whether you died or not.”
Anyway, when the hero died, its usefulness disappeared.
And even if I don’t have to ask, a competent demon lord will take care of it.
Because from the beginning, I didn’t have the right to dispose of a felon.
After doing my errands in the prison, I asked Vanessa as I went upstairs.
“Vanessa, what do you think the Demon King will do with those guys?”
Then Vanessa shrugged his shoulders and replied.
“Wouldn’t your neck just fly off?”
It was an exemplary answer indeed.
