165 – Dark Magic War – 2
“We have arrived, saintess. You must never go out into the woods alone again.”
The boy and Christine, who entered the city through a small side door after going around the castle walls covered with dry black liquid, stopped their feet only after arriving in front of a huge temple.
The boy shook his head, saying that it would have been terrible if he hadn’t found the saintess in time, but Christine felt the same way.
It was because of what her God called Christine.
The boy being polite to himself, the boy using respectful words for himself, and the boy treating him politely didn’t suit him.
In my heart, I wanted to cry out to God right now and beg him not to raise his voice and humble himself to such an insignificant thing as me.
‘Haona… … .’
I’ve been feeling like I’m always at odds with each other.
If the desire to kneel down and bow her head to the boy was Christine’s memory and thought, it felt like there was another memory and thought that didn’t care about it.
‘He said it was a cult of charity.’
The woman who called herself Christine’s ancestor, remembered the name of the religion Christina believed in. When I recalled the name, it seemed that the target to be served was vaguely specified.
For now, it’s just speculation, but it’s probably because he’s struggling with the idea that he should serve the god of the cult of love worshiped by Christina, the owner of this body, instead of the boy.
While Christine was fighting a difficult battle with her two conflicting minds, the boy opened a small door and entered the temple. Christine followed suit.
“Okay. Now all you have to do is go inside the upper floor of the temple. Other people won’t even know that the saintess went out alone, so you have to sneak in so that she doesn’t get caught until the very end. Do you understand? You didn’t have any work.”
Christine, who didn’t want to be separated from God, hesitated to answer. If you answer that you know here, I will leave like this.
“There’s no one upstairs either. No one is looking for the saintess. Fortunately, the saintess didn’t leave any traces of her leaving, right?”
The rugged, muscular giant, who had been stepping upstairs and watching for anyone, approached the boy and Christine.
He was a man who was well over a couple of heads taller than any boy on the very tall side, and his forearms were as thick as Christine’s waist. Even the weapons he used were bigger than most adult men.
I heard that it was that man who threw the boy earlier and pinned him to the ground. If I ran, I wouldn’t have arrived in time.
Christine was about to kill that blasphemous thing that dared touch God, but suddenly all of her life was lost, and she blinked her eyes in a stupefied expression.
“What’s the point of staying? Anyway, if the saintess stays inside properly, no one will dare to doubt going out. They’ll think she’s mistaken.”
“That’s true, but… Do you know how surprised I was when you came to see me, saying that the saintess had disappeared? A cold sweat broke out on my back.”
The man turned his head. Long scars left diagonally across the face were revealed.
“Saint Hildegard. I earnestly ask you not to do anything like this in the future. The saintess is a being who must never be alone. There is nothing to see outside right now, but if you wish, our knights will protect you, so please tell us anytime. “
Christine didn’t answer.
She raised her murderous intentions at the fact that another man, not her god, had spoken to her, and then suddenly her heart calmed down repeatedly.
I felt strange. I want to kill that thing, but every time I feel like that, my life sinks down without the slightest hint. I really didn’t feel like killing anyone.
The question arose as to whether it was a side effect of the body of the woman named Cristina.
“If you don’t have anything else to do, we’ll leave. Rest in peace.”
As she tried to catch her god as she walked away, Christine paused. It was because I fell into my own confusion right before I reflexively called my God.
This is not Christine, but Christina’s past memories. And this body is also Christina’s, not Christine’s.
If so, is it really okay to call Christine’s god presumptuously with this dirty woman’s body?
If only Christine’s memories were transferred to Christina’s body, this filthy mouth would never call the boy a god.
The boy had to be only Christine’s god, and all others were heretics, unbelievers, sacrifices, or sinners deserving of repentance.
Even if it was Christina.
But then, what should Christine, who now dwells in Christina’s body, call her god?
“It’s a big deal! It’s a big deal—- Hoops! Holy Lady! I’m sorry!”
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Just as Christine was in such a self-contradictory situation, a bloodied soldier burst into the temple. Then, when he saw Christine, he jumped up in amazement.
Of course, the wound was so bad that I fell to the floor again. The muscular giant next to the boy saw him and approached the soldier with a frown. The ground thumped with each step.
“What’s going on?”
“They, they’re coming! They’re approaching the walls again!”
“……this.”
Upon hearing this, the expression of the boy and the giant hardened.
“How long has it been since the last attack?”
“It’s been less than a week. You’re right. Attack cycles are getting shorter and shorter.”
“I told you. The more we die, the stronger they will become. If this place collapses, the next attack will probably come in less than a day. Well, if this place collapses, there won’t be another one.”
“……Damn it.”
“Don’t lose your strength in swearing, gather all the remaining knights and prepare for a fight. I’ll take the time.”
“Okay. If that’s the case, the saintess…”
After confirming that their eyes were on this side, Christine took a few steps toward the boy. The boy made a look of surprise.
“……You want to come with us? Really?”
When he nodded his head at the question, the boy and the giant exchanged glances with each other in amazement.
At first, I thought that it was because I never imagined that a human being called a saint would go directly to the middle of a battlefield, but looking at the reaction, it seemed that it was not that kind of surprise.
Christine was puzzled. What the hell has the bitch called her ancestor been doing so far to make her god react like that as soon as she says she’s going out?
“If that’s the case, I understand, saintess. Please follow me.”
The muscular giant took the bloodied soldier out through another door. Christine walked out of the temple’s gates, guided by her god.
The scenery of the city that I checked properly was miserable itself. There was no life to be found on the faces of the people passing by on the streets, and not a ray of light shone in the sky.
Not only were the streets full of people randomly sitting on the streets, but the clothes they were wearing were no different from the ones they had taken off. It’s like looking through a trash can.
One of the people in the street looked casually at the temple, and when he saw Christine, he put on a look of astonishment.
“Sir… it’s a saintess!”
“A saintess?”
“Ohhhh… the saintess!”
At those words, people changed their posture one by one. He knelt on the floor, put his hands on his hands and bowed his head. The murmurs of prayer grew louder and louder.
It took at most 30 seconds before everyone on the street bowed their heads.
“…”
Christine said nothing. Instead, I was very curious about what the hell this bitch, Christina, was doing.
“Come this way.”
The boy made his way through the crowd without hesitation. People meekly left their seats.
Some of them reached out and tried to touch the hem of Christine’s clothes or hair, but before they could even reach their fingertips, the boy pointed his greatsword at them and stopped them.
Christine looked at the boy’s handsome figure with hazy eyes. The boy who noticed his gaze whispered in his ear.
“I know you are offended by my actions, but please bear with me. If you allow one, you must allow everyone else.”
Are you feeling uncomfortable? who? do you give permission? Is it Christine?
She wasn’t uncomfortable with the boy’s behavior and didn’t intend to allow him to touch her body, but Christine put on a confused expression at the thought.
Why should her god be embarrassed by Christine? Rather, Christine should go before God and be used as a tool to her heart’s content.
“The saintess is here! Hurry up and show your respect!”
“Hey, can’t you see who’s here? Stop working and get down on your knees first!”
It was the same in other places to be served. As soon as Christine arrived at the castle wall as the boy led her, she had to abandon the work she was doing and face the polite knights and guards.
It was still impossible to keep alive.
“What’s the situation?”
The boy, who sent the soldiers away with a gesture, asked the knight who seemed to have the highest rank among them. The knight replied with a sharp look.
“The observation magic detected a group of monsters approaching this way. They killed about 100 monsters that seemed to be the advance party, and they said that they would arrive here in about 10 minutes, judging from the remaining distance.”
“It’s 10 minutes… I know. The rest of the knights will probably arrive here soon. Tell them to prepare well.”
“Yes, I understand!”
The knight who responded loudly ran to his place. The boy turned to Christine.
“I’ll take care of you, saintess.”
Christine obediently followed.
