Infiltrate (1)
He declared that he would seek out the boy’s friend as a pretext for staying until the end of the case, but he could not immediately go looking for clues that the devil worshipers might have left.
Monsters were still rampaging all over the slums, and there were people who looked like they were on the verge of dying right before my eyes. There were also corpses of demon worshipers with their heads blown off.
If left alone, the surroundings will be polluted. They are truly a nuisance even after death.
Fortunately, the Dwarf Knights, the Priests of the Priests, and even the city troops sent in from outside all started to clear out the orcs, and the people here accepted my words as if there was a hint of force from a while ago, so there was no great difficulty in rectifying the situation.
The corpses of the devil worshipers were collected by the other priests, scavenged, and burned.
On their bodies, magic wands, miscellaneous equipment, and documents written on them were found.
I don’t know anything else, but that document was important. Even if there were ties to the real church, it’s very likely that they didn’t leave any material evidence, but if they did, it might remain, and if so, it might cause the problem I was concerned about, depending on how it’s expressed. there was.
I had to read that first before everyone else.
When I made a request disguised as a question to see if I could read the document, I was handed the document much easier than I thought.
While the Knight Commander and the agent sealed the magic flowing from the field, I opened the document.
It wasn’t a small enough amount to be able to see it all at once on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the content of the open document was more like a diary than a report or an orderly document.
That’s why there was a lot of content.
Why do people who make monsters, kill people, and mess with corpses don’t fit in?
Thanks to you, it’s good for me.
I started reading slowly.
‘Finally, we arrived at the city of Robben Academy, under direct control of the Empire. Marira must complete the important mission given to her.’
A mission, a mission. From whom was the mission entrusted? A demon serving? Or the superior of devil worshipers?
‘It is said that the church is holding a relief event for the common people. It’s a good opportunity. Everyone said in unison.’
Seeing that the church’s relief event was described as a good opportunity, it was probably when they released the meat that turned into an orc.
But if you saw the relief event on the side of the church and saw it as an opportunity…Does it have anything to do with the church? Was it just my guess?
I continued reading with a light heart.
‘In order to carry out the operation, two comrades were willingly martyred. It must never fail.’
Martyrdom? What the hell are you talking about?
“I wondered because the demon of corruption was invisible, but it seems that he changed himself.”
Before I knew it, the agent who sealed the magic field started talking about whether I was reading the journal behind me.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Even if it’s animal meat, it’s not easy to cast so many dark magics of corruption. If it was possible for these few demon worshipers, the world would be many times more bleak than it is now.”
Come to think of it, you’re right.
As long as you don’t eat rotten meat, it won’t take, and if not, you have to walk directly to the opponent, so your identity will be exposed, and even if there are disadvantages that can be resisted with mana or divine power, the effect itself is powerful anyway.
It means that most of the humans in the world can be turned into monsters.
The agent expressed it abstractly, but if it could be written really easily, the world would have already fallen into the hands of the devil.
Wouldn’t those who survived follow the devil in order to live?
“It’s not easy to do without the use of demons…but they seem to have replaced the demon worshipers with whole demons. It’s a savage thing they can do.”
I couldn’t understand the agent’s words for a moment.
Actually, it wasn’t hard to understand because it was straightforward, but it was rather absurd because it was straightforward.
So… you mean physically replacing the demon worshipers with them?
As I opened my eyes wide, the agent nodded as if his guess was correct.
They were crazier than I thought. To be able to sacrifice oneself for the devil.
…Ah, isn’t it fundamentally no different from fanatics?
Having come up with a rather blasphemous thought, I started reading some more.
‘They have arrived. puppet of the gods. We will not be fooled by any disguise.’
I guess I was also on their target. Not too surprised.
Does camouflage mean stigmata and apprenticeship titles? I guess that’s something I’ve never heard of even among devil worshipers. Phew, fortunately my stigma isn’t the devil’s choice or something.
After that, I wrote down the process of destroying the slums for a long time, so I passed it on.
Then, there was something that caught my eye.
‘can not believe it. Thorp’s dagger is broken.’
It was quite a sudden statement, but it wasn’t difficult to infer by combining the story I knew and the time.
It says it’s a curse, but it’s so foreign that I thought it might not be devil worshipers.
An ominous imagination passed through my head that these guys would become more of a problem than the Church in the future.
‘A new order has come. I had to check God’s puppet no matter what.’
The contents of the diary had already begun to become increasingly ominous.
By any means. RA. I don’t particularly remember encountering a demon worshiper, so what the hell was he doing?
This diary contained more useful information than expected, but it was difficult to deduce the details by implying most of the contents or using figurative expressions, perhaps because the author had considered the worst.
‘Recently, unbelievable things keep happening. There were those who resisted corruption without mana or holy power.’
Skipping the content that couldn’t be solved right away, soon the story of the kid’s friend began to appear.
But ‘s’? Do you mean not one? Well, since there are patients, there must be more than one.
Even as I expected, if the real delayed transformation had to do with Priest Riss or Priest Riss’ church, it wouldn’t be strange if there were more people with delayed transformations.
‘Amazing and frightening. How can we deny our grace without any means? It is already terrible in that it is completely mutated if continuously exposed to energy, but it is delayed. I had to find out the cause no matter what.’
Behind the writing, whose handwriting was disorganized as if excited, was a long story written over several pages that made it possible to guess that the experiment was conducted on them even though they mutated.
Besides, seeing the story of how he gradually completely mutated or died, it was hard to be optimistic about the situation of the kid’s friend.
I secretly let out a sigh.
If I hadn’t given him hope, I wouldn’t have felt so strange twice.
The content of the document was almost finished, but I continued reading with the feeling of grabbing at least a straw.
And at the end of the document, these words were written:
‘This place is full of energy now, so you don’t know when the remaining specimens will mutate. Therefore, it was concluded that the subject’s course of action was to be moved. It would be all right there.’
After that, until the end of the document, there was nothing special.
There may be content that I couldn’t find by reading only what I saw, but it was like that to read it once.
They give you a lot of head-ache content and give you a real straw.
Did you move the test subject to another location?
The probability that the surviving test object is the kid’s friend is slim, but where the hell did it move?
for a moment.
I felt a strange sense of discomfort.
A test subject means a test subject that has undergone mutation anyway, and unless it is at the level of a spot that even the patient himself would not notice, anyone would be horrified to see it.
By the way, where the hell did you move the test subject from this city, other than here?
Seeing that he moved to the slums because he was full of energy, he was definitely not in the slums.
You won’t be able to leave the test subject alone, and you’ll have to keep going back and forth for management and experiments.
How could sneaky demon worshipers do that in the general area?
An alarm bell rang in my head.
Is there a demon worshiper with a normal identity residing in a separate place where the test subject is…or is there a collaborator?
It’s a headache for both families, but it’s better if there’s a demon worshiper somewhere in the city who hasn’t been caught yet. I’ve been told that the city is now under lockdown, and if it’s not in the slums, there’s a chance you’ll catch it if you investigate through recent building purchases and rentals that have records. .
But what if the city had its own allies? Maybe they held their families hostage and threatened them, or maybe they tricked them into doing tricks. It doesn’t matter if the allies are cooperative or not.
Anyway, from the moment there is a collaborator who is not a devil worshiper, the difficulty of clearing the remnants rises rapidly.
What clue would you use to catch it if it hid in the original owner’s place, not the place where the owner recently changed?
Due to the nature of the city, it would be difficult to keep the blockade indefinitely due to the huge floating population, so with a little patience, the surviving devil worshipers could have escaped the city.
And the escaped devil worshiper will remember the deaths of his comrades, burn with a vengeance on me, learn from today’s failure, and f*ck me in the most outrageous way.
We agreed to call it sweet potato.
In the meantime, a needlessly ominous assumption came to mind because of the imagination I had been worrying about all day today.
What if the collaborator is a cleric belonging to the church?
The church in the central square. For the past few days, it has surpassed the nobility and does not accept outsiders at all.
Of course, due to a recent incident, not only the high-ranking priests dispatched to the academy from the headquarters of the denomination, but also the clergy of the Central Church are frantically wanting to call in, so everyone who knows the situation is on fire. I thought it was so and passed it on, but that’s why it was even more unclear what was happening inside the church.
If there are collaborators on the side of the church, and if there are experimental subjects and devil worshipers hidden inside the church, no matter how long the blockade is dragged on, they will never be found.
Basically, it was because the church could legitimately refuse a search based on a feeling of insanity.
What is clerical immunity?
It would be nice if it became my right later, but since I’m trying to break through, I can’t see the answer.
All of these families are also extreme families created by my paranoid distrust of the church, and it is perfect for a backlash if you attack the church without clear evidence.
If it wasn’t a situation where the church was being beaten unilaterally and I had to do something, I might have tried it with my eyes closed, but it was rather difficult for me to act hastily because I had an advantage.
If you do, it will give you room for a real counterattack.
Suspicious of a collusion with a devil worshiper, he stormed into a locked church, but nothing came out?
Immediately afterward, the story of the saint’s mental state not being perfect comes out unconditionally.
Even so, if I was certain in my heart, I would at least take a walk, but that’s not even it.
Even I, who recalled this kind of family, wondered if I had developed obsessive-compulsive disorder because my first reincarnation and suffering from the church was so severe.
The biggest problem is that if my assumptions are true, they are the worst.
The cult really colluded with a devil worshiper?
Oh, please.
Not only the heads of high-ranking officials were blown away, but the entire body of the church was blown off.
If there really is such a fact, it will have to be narrowed down somehow to target high-ranking members of the church.
In order to do that, you shouldn’t openly widen the situation.
In the first place, the aristocrats who approach the church from a practical point of view, not from a religious aspect, can cooperate somehow if instigation and fabrication, appropriate profits and profits are guaranteed, but they just regard Orion as a church and have an abstract belief in God. What if ordinary people with this case come across this case?
The loss of faith in the church as a whole was obvious.
If the first rumor spread that the cult and the devil worshipers were colluding, there was a high possibility that no matter how many times it was corrected that it was an individual or a small number of corruptions, the effect would be small.
If rumors about this incident spread to the general public, then it had to be spread in the form of an act made up of the killer’s deviation from the beginning, with a clear killer set for all stories.
I don’t know if you know that I’m working so hard to maintain a church that serves a god who doesn’t know if I’m dead or alive.
Of course, the reason I want to keep it is that I want to suck honey there, but there are people who say that hypocrisy is better than good that is not done.
Shouldn’t I be honestly acknowledged as a good deed?
“Saint Ronan…? Are you okay?”
I wonder if my thoughts were quite long.
The agent asked about my condition.
“Yes? Oh, it’s okay.”
I answered that in a daze, and the agent looked at me with pitiful eyes.
“The saint has worked hard enough.”
When I turned my gaze to the agent at the sudden remark, the agent looked at me and the kid far away and said that.
…Ah, come to think of it, little friend.
I forgot it for a while because my head was getting complicated. I think it was all the more because I thought he was dead.
Seriously, if this test subject is still alive and it’s that kid’s friend…
I shook my head as I looked at the little boy who was still in anticipation as he glanced back and forth between the devil worshipers’ hideout and me, wondering when they were going to enter.
Of course, I would be lying if I said I had never felt the slightest bit of pity for that little boy and his little friend, but I didn’t put such personal feelings into this momentous decision.
…
Anyway, it was.
As a result of my cold judgment, without involving any personal feelings, I also came to the conclusion that I should check out the church in the central square right now.
This was just to make sure the sweet potato seeds were removed, absolutely not for any other reason.
If I go back to the academy like this, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come out again.
However, it was a little burdensome to break into the church door and cast the “President come out.”
So what should I do…
Suddenly, the faces of the nuns I met when I left the church on Delm Street and the nuns who recommended the church on Delm Street in the church in the central square came to mind.
Now that I think about it, they were clearly twins.
One works at the church on Central Square and the other works at the church on Delm Street… Is it possible that they both originally worked on the central square side?
Then maybe you know at least one dog hole that ordinary people don’t know…?
It was quite an optimistic idea to think of myself, but there was no other plan that came to mind right now.
“Rita.”
I smiled and spoke to the agent.
The agent’s expression turned very strange when he saw my smile.
“Why… is that so?”
His voice was trembling slightly. I don’t know why he was suddenly feeling so sorry for me.
“I think we still have room to work a little harder.”
“Ronan the Saint…Even a Saint can’t save the whole world. Please don’t collapse here.”
…Why are you suddenly saying such obvious things?
Just one last time, did you notice that you were trying to force yourself to wipe your mouth and then start to do it again?
