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71. Breakthrough (1)

In front of the temple where silence flows with Isabel, who collapsed while spurting blood.

The Heretic Questioners also seemed confused about what had happened.

That’s because the hero cut down the nun.

In a situation where I couldn’t do anything, I took Irene and quietly stepped back.

“Yan, can you go as far as possible with Irene?”

“Hey, you…!”

“The thing Yan wanted to receive from the church was a phoenix feather, right?”

Among the unique monsters, the phoenix is the topmost entity.

There are very few things worth researching that are as rare as the feathers of birds that symbolize eternal life.

It was understandable that Yan didn’t say anything and backed off… But from now on, that shouldn’t be the case.

“Should you cancel the contract with the church?”

“You think that’s easier said than done?! How much will the replacement fee be?

“How about a hydra’s hair, fingernails, and a drop of blood instead?”

“… Huh?”

At the same time as he said that, Yan’s gaze turned downward.

There was a little dragon girl, but everyone knew.

What is inside is the venom of Hydra, a monster from mythology.

The feather of the phoenix is also one of the rarest treasures, but is it as valuable as the poison of the hydra that is said to kill the gods?

Irene, who had been blank for some reason, nodded her head in silence at Yan’s gaze.

Yan’s eyes trembled at the child’s agreement.

“And as far as I know, phoenix feathers, even if you can’t find them here, will definitely be in stock.”

“…How can you be sure of that?”

“The lord of the central mage tower is a phoenix. Could it be that he didn’t pluck out a few feathers?”

“Summons… How do you know that…? I don’t know either?”

“Well…I found out about it.”

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Giant phoenix, because of the resurrection pattern, I couldn’t f*cking look for it, so I remember retrying Sifal for a whole week.

“Wouldn’t Hydra be better than the phoenix’s material, which has a clear supply?”

“Uh…Uh, right?”

As if calculating the value, his eyes rolled around, and soon, with a confident look, Yan pushed his chest out all the way.

“This prospective witch… Trust only Yan Esttoria!

Then, he tried to step back while quickly using defensive magic, but an arrow that flew in from somewhere hit the gap in the magic right before completion and shattered it.

By the divine power of the arrow and the skill of the bow, aiming for a momentary break, the trace was drawn lightly, and when I followed the line, I could see where it had come from.

An attack from the Heretic Questioner.

“We cannot send it to you easily.”

The Silver Masked Heretic Questioner, wearing a tightly pressed hood, was pulling the bowstring again, but-

Chaeng!

The arrow that flew from another place sparked and at the same time the bow he was pulling broke.

“….!”

The arrow left the same trace as before, but this time, instead of the light silver of divine power, the bright green trace was drawn in reverse.

The one at the end is Floren, holding out a bow the size of her torso.

“Why don’t you just leave it alone?”

The unique archery skills of the elves, who captured the spirits in their arrows, shined.

“Floren!”

“I didn’t like it either. The act of arbitrarily cutting someone’s life.”

And all the Heretic Inquisitors around drew their own weapons.

Swords, shields, bows, spears, axes, daggers, knives… Countless weapons were pointed this way, but I calmly held up my holy sword and blocked them all.

“Wow…!”

Then, laments erupted from various places.

Surprised by that appearance, Yan and Floren looked at me.

“…Those who believe in the goddess can never wield a weapon against a person with a holy sword.”

In the game, the hidden effect of non-preemption was revealed when possessing a holy sword limited to belonging to the church.

I, who can never be attacked first, steps forward, while Jan and Floren stand back while protecting Irene.

As the encirclement gradually collapsed and the angle was about to be seen, a voice that I did not want to hear was heard.

“Really… It hurts, warrior.”

A wide open chest and a serious injury that showed fluttering lungs were healing with the silver light that symbolizes the goddess, just as time goes back.

It was a scene of fraud that looked like a miracle of God….

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It was a show that a foreigner bastard put on to avoid getting caught, it was just funny from my point of view, knowing my identity, but it didn’t seem like it to others.

“Oh, my God…”

Isabel, who had finally returned to her pristine appearance, was glaring at me with a smile.

“f*ck, didn’t you search?”

“Yes, warrior, there is no way I will die, right? You can’t kill me with the blessings of the goddess~”

“What is a goddess?”

It must be a foreign press. f*ck.

A surprise blow that was delivered with true sincerity, hoping that the torso would be cut in half.

I could definitely feel the feeling of cutting off the bones and cutting something from the tip of the sword, but that guy’s vitality was tougher than an iron tendon.

If it hadn’t been split in half, I would have hoped that I would at least lie down for a while, but was it too greedy?

“Everyone, it seems that the hero is confused in many ways. You violated the oracle to kill the hydra and attacked our allies.”

“What kind of friend are you, a monster b*tch?”

“It seems like a horse is stuck in the warrior’s head. Interrogators.”

Isabel’s hand held a mace from which it had appeared.

“I think I should get rid of that basket.”

And with a few light gestures, the formations of the Heretic Questioners began to change in perfect order.

The intention was clear as they gathered behind me instead of facing me.

A form of trying to achieve its goal after thoroughly excluding and blaming days that cannot be attacked due to the holy sword.

I had to decide before it was too late.

“Yan, Floren. Go.”

I had to leave when I was not yet completely surrounded.

Behind the temple there was a way out along the lake shore.

“Then what about you?”

“I have to stop here.”

Why does the holy sword in my right hand feel a little light?

Seeing the uneasiness in Yan’s eyes, he smiled slightly.

“…I’m fine.”

Took.

I lightly flicked my index finger on Yan’s forehead.

“No way, would you kill the hero? …And next time we should go eat something delicious.”

I was going to go to a dessert cafe with Yan.

I looked at Floren.

She said that if she was a member of the forest, she would be able to get out with her child. She nodded, and in an instant, Iren was lifted up and carried.

As Floren departed behind her, some of the Heretic Questioners quickly followed, but she had no choice but to stop.

Trees were knocked down by the sword attack she swung at her side, and the pillars of the temple, which were only half left, splattered debris, blocking her path.

A skill she could never do with her previous body, she didn’t even think about whether or not that action was possible.

Confidence that it would happen naturally spread through the warrior’s body.

The holy sword was reflected in the eyes of the interrogator who was startled by the sudden situation.

As the sun goes down and the red sunset shines on the shore of the lake, the holy sword Ascalon, the holy relic of the goddess and the symbol of the warrior, radiates white brilliance even there.

She swung her sword in front of her again.

However, this time I did not aim for something, but drew a long line toward the floor.

The border between me and them drawn with a bit of dust.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you guys go.”

The eyes of the Heretic Questioners wavered and stood still.

“…Hero, we must keep the trust.”

One of the Heretic Inquisitors, who had been silent all along, took off his mask and spoke up.

It was a man with long scars across his cold face.

“Hydra, the existence that threatens the existence of the gods, must be eliminated.”

“Why do you have to do that?”

“For the Goddess and for everyone. The evil that threatens the Goddess must disappear from this world.”

For everyone.

I knew what the future outcome of the choice for all would be.

“Do you think that child looks evil? I am not at all.”

The assumption was wrong in the first place.

“That child, let alone evil, is full of divine power and comes to the ruined temple every day to clean it.”

With a body full of poison, I pray while enduring the pain.

If such a girl is evil, even if it goes wrong, it goes wrong for a long time.

“It’s not the evil that threatens the gods, it’s not the hydra, it’s just a little girl who prays for everyone.”

“…The hero must have seen it wrong.”

I didn’t see anything wrong.

I saw the innocence of a child and the sincerity that comes from prayer right in front of my eyes.

I stood next to the interrogator and looked at Isabel, who was smiling silently.

There was no way that the foreign press, who had set foot on the ground and pretended to be a follower of the goddess, hadn’t been fooling around.

“Or was the trust wrong?”

“It is a sin to doubt the words of the Goddess!”

“Or-“

I threw a question at him.

“…That oracle, is it really from a goddess?”

“This is blasphemy!”

The weapons drawn by the Heretic Questioners were raised at me all at once, and Isabel stepped forward.

“To doubt the words of the goddess, the hero must have become strange~”

“You must be the strange one.”

It was contradictory that she was a goddess who let go of such an oracle and gave her holy power to the beings who threatened her, rather saving them.

It might be true that the oracle really came down.

But… I suddenly remembered Saint Rusalka’s words.

[Originally, trusts are a lot different depending on who interprets them differently.

What if the interpretation was different?

It’s true that it came down about the hydra, but what if it’s not about killing it?

She looked up at the sky.

She questioned Nemesis, she was a goddess now that she might be seeing this figure clearly.

She asks a question about the child, not about why I brought me into the world, not about turning back time and throwing me here, but about one thing… She prays for the first time.

A totally unfaithful prayer that did not bow her head, nor put her hands together, nor kneel down.

“Is it really your will to kill Irene?”

[…..]

But she was a goddess who hadn’t said or done anything until now, and she gave me the answer through a method unknown to others and visible only to me.

Silver dust slowly descending from the sky

[Special quest received!]

And the will of the goddess comes to mind in the information window in front of her eyes.

A meaning other than the death of the child was conveyed, and a bitter smile was naturally built.

[Rest to the Hydra]

“…This damn JOAT goddess, how nice it would be if she said this a long time ago?”

When I met Isabel’s enchanting eyes through the scattering silver powder, she gritted her lips in silence.

-Caught. Yes

“You’re behind. Really.”

Her hand that held her holy sword tightened her grip.