How a Reincarnated Warlock Lives – Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Monastery and Idol (3)

“Did you do all this?”

Lephra pointed at the corpses on the floor while raising her sword once more.

Profuse bloodshed and corpses mutilated here and there. And a statue standing in a solemn posture.

“……”

The brother didn’t answer Lephra’s question and instead completely turned his body around. Only then was the man’s appearance clearly visible.

Engraved around the guy’s neck was a tattoo of the same shape as the pattern on the wall, drawn in blood.

Looking at all of that, I shook my head and let out a small chuckle.

“……What’s so funny?”

The brother, hearing the small chuckle I let out, opened his mouth towards this direction for the first time.

It seemed like he felt that it was laughter that stemmed from genuine amusement, not just bluff or arrogance.

Astrid Elliger.

A villain of the era, but depending on the perspective, a figure who accomplished enough feats to leave his name in posterity.

It couldn’t be found in all the history books and most memories, but it seems the Church couldn’t completely erase the traces.

Encountering someone who serves an unexpected name in an unexpected place was a pleasant surprise. Enough to make me laugh.

Snicker

Seeing the smile that seemed to look down on him, the brother’s expression hardened. I looked at the man raising his blood-stained hand and spoke as if reciting.

“I never allowed something like this.”

Misunderstanding my short words, he shouted, filled with rage.

“……Damn Inquisitor. I don’t need your permission!”

Before the man’s words could even finish, the sword I drew cut through the air. Along with a light that flickered as if burning.

“No way! With just that sword─”

A solid force field was still in place in front of him.

Crack

But unlike the man’s confident words, the translucent force field hit by the sword I swung was split far too easily.

“……!”

Horror filled the brother’s face as he saw his protective barrier, which had easily blocked Lephra’s sword, being split apart as smoothly as cutting tofu.

I looked at the man and said mockingly,

“This is a rather special sword, you see.”

Before the holy sword containing the metal bestowed by God and the blessings of the Archangel, a protective barrier like this is nothing.

“Th, This……!”

Staggering and stepping back, he swung the hand he had raised horizontally. Simultaneously, magic containing an ominous light that seemed to cut through space flew towards me.

A fairly quick activation and seemingly strong power. It seemed like a guy who had achieved some level of accomplishment in his own way.

Slice

But that was it. The attack, composed of somewhat distorted holy power, couldn’t penetrate the holy sword’s brilliant light and disappeared in vain.

Seeing the sword that looked crude on the outside, but devoured and absorbed his magic in an instant, he shouted with a pale face.

“Holy Sword……!”

“You know it, huh.”

Is this because he’s a brother of Hesterica after all?

“Luciel Lumineger!”

The brother, seemingly recognizing my name only then, stepped back. But before he could even take a step, my sword, which had cut through the air, grazed his waist.

The bursting blood. A groan of pain,”Keuhuk,”escaped from the fallen brother’s mouth.

Jerit and Lephra had already blocked his escape route. Despair filled the brother’s face as he realized further resistance was futile.

“W, Wait!”

Clutching his waist, where blood was gushing out, he shouted urgently.

“My name is Riherddo Padis. I am a believer officially consecrated by Hesterica!”

Half-collapsed, he looked up at me and continued speaking.

“That means I have the right to be sent back to the main cathedral and be punished there!”

“……”

This was a somewhat fresh reaction.

Usually, there were three main reactions in this kind of situation.

Either they would ask to be killed, utter a curse related to demons, or beg for their lives.

I let out a small chuckle as I looked at the brother shamelessly continuing his claims.

“……You’re right, Inquisitor-nim.”

Jerit muttered with a troubled expression as he looked at him. There certainly was such a rule.

That regardless of the nature of the sin, the punishment should be entirely received at the main cathedral.

It’s a kind of privilege, not really a privilege, held by those officially consecrated by the Church, not ordinary believers.

I looked at the brother who was looking up at me with an anxious face, clutching his bleeding side.

“……”

If I don’t heal him, he’ll probably die before he even gets transported to the Church.

Of course, even if he goes to Hesterica, the punishment for his sins won’t be lessened. The weight placed on the Inquisition’s scale is heavy for everyone.

It was probably just to buy time. Or maybe he had a backer he trusted in Hesterica.

That was the rule.

A truly absurd exception.

But I opened my mouth without putting my sword away.

“There are no exceptions, Jerit.”

I looked at him and continued speaking slowly, but firmly.

“Exceptions, once you start making them, tend to increase endlessly.”

Shing The brother’s face turned pale as he saw me raise my sword.

Of course, before I blew his head off, there was something I wanted to ask.

He wouldn’t have done this alone.

The fact that a brother dispatched from Hesterica was hiding in the countryside and doing this meant there were more people in the Church who worshiped the wicked ancient black mage.

Realizing that my actions weren’t just a threat, he shouted urgently.

“S, So─”

But the moment the brother tried to open his mouth.

The black pattern engraved on his neck, which was half-fallen on the floor, wriggled.

The same pattern drawn on the walls of the prayer room upstairs and here.

The picture engraved on the man’s neck, seemingly their symbol, moved as if dancing.

“Keu, Keuhuk……!”

The brother’s face started to contort in pain.

As if suffocating him from the inside, the pattern spread in the blink of an eye.

“Kk, Kkueok─”

His limbs, twisted in a grotesque manner, could be seen trembling, as if beyond his own control. A death rattle seemingly arising from pain that felt like tearing his lungs apart.

Spurt!

As his body crumbled, the strangely twisted bones of the man erupted outward as if exploding.

Thud. But it was blocked by the barrier I had deployed in anticipation and couldn’t inflict any significant damage.

“A classic but vicious method.”

I lightly turned my hand and muttered as I looked at the brother who had died in a gruesome form.

There were quite a few spells that sealed one’s mouth, but this kind of horrific method wasn’t particularly preferred. Control through fear doesn’t last long, after all.

“……”

“……Goodness, that’s brutal.”

Lephra and Jerit seemed somewhat surprised by the unexpected ending. But they didn’t seem too regretful.

As could be seen from the corpses here, he was a guy who had harmed numerous innocent lives.

After sheathing my sword, I lightly moved my hand and set fire to the corpses on the floor, now including the brother.

To have a group that worships me hidden within the Church, and in Hesterica no less.

It was a different kind of freshness compared to when I first discovered the Black Dawn Society, which was trying to gather information about the Empire.

Of course, unlike that place where it could be immediately proven, there was a high possibility that these guys were just using my name as a convenient facade.

“……”

The brother named Riherddo couldn’t reveal anything, but it wasn’t that I had no idea at all.

Originally, spells tended to leave behind faint traces of the caster. However─

“Hmm…… He has an unlucky-looking face.”

Jerit’s voice, muttering while looking at the statue in front, interrupted my thoughts.

“An ancient mage, huh. He must have been a real piece of work.”

“……”

I ignored Jerit’s rather sharp guess.

“Really? I kind of like it.”

Lephra uttered unexpected words and laughed coldly. She’s a bit scary when she talks like that.

Slash

As expected. The sword she swung in an instant cleanly sliced through the crude statue’s neck.

Hmm.

Of course, the statue’s appearance was completely different from my long-lost appearance. I wouldn’t have recognized it myself if it hadn’t been for the name and explanation.

“……”

But watching the neck of a statue with my name attached to it rolling on the floor wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling.

“Let’s go.”

I said, looking at the flames slowly spreading as they burned the corpses.

The traitor hiding in the monastery had been eliminated, and this place had been purified.

It was time to return to Hesterica.

🔹🔹🔹

A small, humble, but cozy and peaceful room. In one corner, a girl lay asleep on the bed.

The surroundings were far too simple to be called the girl’s taste, but she wasn’t the type to care about such trivial things.

Snore, snore. The girl, who had been sleeping soundly, began to slowly toss and turn.

“Ugh……”

As if having a nightmare, the girl, whose expression had been peaceful, started to sweat and fidget.

How much time had passed like that?

“……!”

Suddenly opening her eyes and springing up, the girl quickly looked around. Her ordinary room.

“……Ah.”

The girl let out a sigh of relief while sitting on the bed. But only for a moment, worry and anxiety settled on the girl’s face as she caught her breath.

What she had was a bad dream. A terrifyingly vivid one.

Nightmares are inherently unsettling and scary, but it was also something a sensitive teenage girl might have once in a while.

However, the girl was not an ordinary person, and the nightmare she had was by no means a common one.

“……No way.”

The Saintess, Sophia, rose with an anxious expression.

Creak. Opening the closed window slightly, the cool night air flowed in, cooling her hot head and flowing sweat.

Sophia recalled the dream she had just had.

A thick fog shimmering with a faint purplish light. Shadows spread abnormally here and there and smooth stone walls that made it difficult to distinguish front and back.

A building made of darkness and a small courtyard with a strange atmosphere. And the screams coming from there and someone looking at her.

It was a strange place she had never been to before. But the unknown screams still seemed to ring in her ears.

“……”

Calming her heart in the cool breeze, she tried to erase the strange nightmare she had just had from her mind.

It was a crucial time.

The vanguard of a large expedition was scheduled to leave Delphaud today, and she too would join the main force that would depart soon after.

It was times like these that she needed to be firm.

There was no need to unsettle those who believed in her by talking about a meaningless dream. Every little action of the Saintess held great significance for the believers of the Church.

Sweep

Sophia let out a slightly subdued sigh as she looked at the faint glow of dawn breaking over the walls of Delphaud, one of the five sanctuaries.

Creak.

Through the open gates, a line of knights on horseback galloped vigorously, bathed in the bluish dawn light.

Their destination was the darkness in the west.

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