The Paladin Owns the Relic

77 – Paramer Subjugation (2)

“…News from Paramer Search. Did you hear?”

“Yes. I heard.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I think it’s more accurate to ask when you’re leaving, rather than asking what you’re going to do. Estelle.”

Estelle sighed. She leaned against the wall and stared at Isabella.

“Even if I go, there may be nothing.”

“I know.”

“There is a high possibility that it has already become a corpse.”

“I know.”

“Just leaving now is the same as rebelling against the Serpent Order. Are you okay though?”

“…Yes.”

“Why? Why are you even doing that?”

“I don’t know either. There were moments when her life was saved, but it seems like it’s not just that. Just…”

Isabella put her hand on her chest. She lowered her gaze.

Her tears fell into her lap.

“I just… Just thought I had to go get it…”

“……”

Who can stop a girl in love?

Estelle sighed. She grabbed the sword

“It’s impossible to do it alone.”

“…I will go anyway.”

“But it might be possible with two.”

“…Yes?”

“I made a promise with him. She said she would do one favor in the name of an apostle. If the target of the promise dies, the promise becomes meaningless, so it can’t be helped. And then…”

Estelle opened the door.

“I can’t drive so many Paladins of the Serpent Order to limb.”

A dark flame flickered. Isabella opened her eyes wide.

“Uh…?”

Lined up. Many shadows. Isabella’s Holy Knights.

The hallway is filled with black scales.

“… Captain.”

“You guys…Why…”

“We will follow.”

The Paladins said.

“This is a person who owed his life once.”

“Even though we were born in slums and have never received favor from people, we know everything.”

“And above all…”

“I cannot send the captain alone.”

“Even if we were stigmatized as incompetent within the church, didn’t you protect us?”

“Even if you throw me away, I will follow you.”

“To this dark Serpent Church, you are our light.”

Emotion play. Stroke at one time.

But something more than that.

Estel glanced back at Isabella. This is a rare occurrence within the Serpent Church. They are people who choose money rather than information, and profit rather than promise.

But if they still followed Isabella, wouldn’t that mean that she was also right in her ways? It must be that she doesn’t throw away people who approach her, rather her unique way of attracting people.

I thought it was wrong, but the way I wasn’t wrong.

“Isabella.”

“…Yes.”

“You know.”

Estelle muttered expressionlessly.

“Zahad. Wouldn’t it come over if I scouted him while saving him this time?”

Isabella laughed at the sudden noise. She pretended nothing was wrong and wiped away her tears.

“It will definitely come. Let’s go Estelle.”

“Yes. Isabella. Let’s go.”

Estelle stretched out her hand. She wiped Isabella’s red eyes.

“I won’t send you alone this time.”

. . .

“It’s a gamble.”

Matier of the back alley concluded that. However, all five members shook their heads.

“I should go to gambling.”

“Who owes us to being here now.”

“…Repay the favor.”

“Even the captain would have acted the same way?”

“That’s right. It’s scary, but still…!”

Martier touched his forehead. It’s an important moment. It can be an opportunity to completely withdraw from this city where it has been established.

“The opponent is Paramer. It’s a force that destroyed a city. It sounds like a war.”

“What is war, isn’t it what we fight every day?”

“It’s completely different from those back alley fights. Doesn’t Hector know how we got to this point? Are you going to ruin that effort?”

“I know. I know…”

Hector raised the corner of his mouth like someone else.

“Still, the captain comes first. Martyr.”

“Why do people who don’t know when they might die…!”

“This is the life that the captain changed. And now the time has come to pay it back.”

“If you come back later, you will ask why you didn’t come.”

“…The captain is that kind of person.”

“I don’t want to hear criticism, so I’ll go ahead and wait.”

“It is natural. Martyr.”

“No…!”

Martier eloped.

“If you are left here, the foundation of the organization will collapse!”

“Isn’t it just a matter of finishing it and coming back?”

“Isn’t that what you’re saying because it’s not on that scale?!”

“If you are a captain, you can lower that scale.”

Hector raised his hand. A strange darkness flowed from his stigma.

“It’s the first time I’ve ever used power, but I’m used to it. The sun is gone, but the shadows still remain.”

“Does the believer not follow the priest?”

“…It is useless even if it is dried.”

“We are going. Martyr.”

“That’s how it was decided. Martyr. Do you know why?”

Natasha smiled brightly.

“We are followers of the captain!”

Martier screamed inwardly.

This damn thing…

Are you stuck in a place you can’t get out of?

Ozo (五爪) is a symbol of Black Steel. Black Steel was unimaginable without them.

Martier blocked their way.

“…Could not send.”

“Should I send it?”

“Cannot be sent as it is.”

“… Huh?”

Martier bounced the abacus in his head. Calculated quickly.

Maybe the gamble of a lifetime. It may be an act of throwing everything out after coming up here.

But what if the ojo is missing? Can he still be called Black Steel?

Zahard.

If you…If…Really can come back from that limb…!

“…Ugh.”

Now that it’s like this, you’ll have to come back alive! Certainly!

“…Romance cannot solve everything.”

From noble mtl dot com.

When the pillars collapse, the organization collapses.

When the organization collapses, all the money invested becomes useless.

Less evil to avoid the worst.

“We will gather as many mercenaries as possible.”

Let’s go.

For the gamble of a lifetime.

“Five birds do not go alone.”

“You mean…?”

“I will open my wallet.”

The treasure house of Martyr, which he had been saving like a miser, has been opened.

“There is nothing that cannot be done with money.”

. . .

“…You are bold.”

The daytime shaman, Tiella opened her eyes. She looked back slowly.

A scarred woman is sitting on her knees. Her face is not fair She has nowhere to go right.

Her arm is tattered. Her broken bones are too numerous to count.

But she still holds her head up. Her eyes were as confident as when she first came here.

What the hell is that?

Isn’t it a ‘monster’ of talent that I’ve never seen in my life?

Tiella stood up.

“Graduation from the Theological Academy in one week…”

“……”

“Beat the prospective paladin in just 15 days…”

“……”

“I was noticed by the daytime shaman, Grimoire, and was selected as a candidate…”

Tiella laughed.

“Now, can you lend me ‘Tarnhelm’, the holy relic of Ra? To find the Heretic Questioner who might be alive in Paramer?”

The woman didn’t even move. She was just staring straight up at herself.

That eye. That unbroken will.

“What made you so desperate?”

“…It’s a relationship.”

The answer was heavy. That’s why Tiella was so funny.

What kind of relationship can you talk about so calmly, even overcoming all the pain?

It’s just a momentary feeling anyway. The only thing a shaman during the day should look at is the back of Ra.

Any other private feelings are a luxury.

“Didn’t you say that you wanted to become a shaman during the day?”

“I said.”

“But, just for the sake of a boy… Are you saying you’re going to jump to the limb yourself? Where the Imperial Army can’t do anything?”

“Yes.”

“Is that relationship really that heavy? Is it worth risking your life for? Is it precious enough to throw away her dream of being a midget during the day?”

Water drops fell.

The scarred paladin, Irene raised her head.

She opened her mouth. She said quietly. She said nothing, she just said it like she should.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Irene’s eyes blankly stared at her empty space.

Her voice was low.

But she was not broken.

“I promised to pick you up…”

…I’m going to pick you up.

What a funny answer this is.

“…Kkeuk.”

“Uh, unnie… that’s enough… yea, I think she would have understood at this point…”

“Shut up. Grimoire.”

The daytime shaman, Grimoire flinched. Crouched in her corner.

Tiella stood in front of Irene. She pressed the tip of her sword firmly against her scarred body.

There was no moaning. There were also no screams. Even when she pressed the broken part, Irene’s expression didn’t even budge.

Determination.

Will.

“…I don’t know who that guy is, but he’s a lucky guy.”

…At one time.

I was once like that too.

Tiella reaped the sword. He took off her ring and dropped it in front of Irene.

“Write.”

“Thank you.”

“Eh, sister?! Gee, do you really give me that?!”

“If I was going to change my habit, I had to do it on my own. Grimoire. Wasn’t the reason why you brought me here because of an unknown hope?”

“Ha, but I didn’t know it was real! That, among the holy relics of Ra, only the priestess in the daytime is permitted…!”

“Irene.”

Irene raised her gaze. Tiella bent her waist and met her gaze with her.

“You are not yet a shaman during the day.”

“…Yes.”

“Of course, you can’t borrow Tarnhelm either. It’s still a holy thing that’s too much for you to use.”

“…I know.”

“But if you still want to take it, swear it. If you confess your remaining regrets, come back here.”

Tiella smiled lightly.

“I liked you. A fool like you is a guy who would do anything. She will surely be able to become a full-fledged shaman during the day. If a useful junior comes in, I can take a break too.”

“Oh, sister! No matter how you like it…!”

“Can you promise to come back?”

Irene picked up her ring. She grabbed her wounded arm and stood up.

“…I’ll be back.”

Her blue eyes shone coldly.

“Come back, I will stand here again. Tiella.”

“Then go away. sh*t. Grimoire. Treat it roughly and send it away.”

“Oh no?! Sister?! Irene?! What the hell is this…!”

Irene squeezed her ring. A holy relic that is only allowed for daytime shamans.

The supreme armor ‘Tarnhelm’.

Irene raised her eyes and looked outside. The sun is still beating down. She might be inside the city of Paramer and he might also be watching this.

…I said I was going to pick you up, so I’ll go now.

Wherever you are, that’s where I belong.