I Became the Snow Woman I Made

38 – Destiny Starts (2)

The central temple of Disdel.

There was a woman dressed in holy clothes in an inner room where the entire floor was reserved for individuals.

Her name, which exudes an elegant atmosphere, is Clavia Well Day.

It was the archdiocese that governed the holy land of La Pernia and its vicinity. In front of her, the head of the Holy Knights, Bleper, reported.

“As instructed, we, the Holy Knights, pursued the Red Calamity. But…”

The red catastrophe, the main character of the topic that has heated up the country recently. At his words, Clavia gave an ambiguous smile.

“You missed it?”

“Yes, yep! Excuse me! But hold on a second. We missed it near the inn, but continued our investigation.”

There are only three Grand Masters, the most powerful in the country.

Bleper was stumped by the pressure of dignity.

The investigation of the knights did not cover the sun or the dark, and mercenaries and adventurers who were sensitive to rumors were also the targets.

“Then I got the testimony of an adventurer named Kelly.”

The stupid adventurer gave me information about a stranger who recently appeared.

I was even able to learn the shocking fact that the person had helped the red catastrophe.

Clavia rested her chin on her chin.

“So did you catch that person and the Red Calamity? It seems like a failure in terms of flow.”

“Ah, that’s…”

Bleper thought of Quilière.

A woman who helped and advocated for the red catastrophe.

It was intended to be regarded as heresy and to be condemned.

“He was a great wizard.”

He was not a meek person.

She has seen many wizards, but she has never seen such magic. She brings a blizzard and hardens her body with just a glance…

She expected it to be a difficult battle.

But.

“…A place for proof? Are you saying you suggested a ‘proof ceremony’?”

“Yes. It’s surprising, but it is. That’s why I’m here to ask permission from the Archbishop.”

Clavia raised her eyebrows.

Proof ritual.

It signified the symbolic tradition of Gyo-guk, which uses the national treasure ‘Orb of Truth’ to separate truth from lies.

It was by no means an occasional ceremony.

It has to be such a serious matter, and the prover stands in his seat ‘risking his life’.

Because this is an act of appealing to God.

“Interesting.”

In order to mobilize national treasures, the permission of the ambassador was required.

Clavia’s eyes widened.

“How would you like to be kind?”

“Are you telling me to open the ceremony?”

“Yes. The Red Calamity’s resistance is strong, and its proponent’s skills are extraordinary. But if the proof fails, he has declared that he will be treated favorably. It’s an easy way to go.”

Clavia agreed with the Knight Commander’s passionate words.

It certainly did.

It meant that if the proof failed anyway, it would be over, and if the proof was correct, it would not be a disaster.

······It shouldn’t be like that.

“I will allow it. I will hold a proof ceremony.”

However, refusal of the ceremony was not a good choice.

The name ‘disaster’ must have been too high, because it caught on fire more than I could have imagined.

Consent of the Ambassador.

Bleper politely bowed.

“Get out.”

“Yes! Ambassador. Have a peaceful day.”

A quiet room.

It was lonely and lonely to be alone in the spacious and antique room.

Of course, to Clavia, loneliness was like a remnant of the past.

Her expression contorted for a moment.

“To ruin the plan…”

Cataclysmic atmosphere.

The graceful woman up until now has disappeared, and the true face of her obsessed with her delusion is revealed.

Then a voice came from somewhere.

“Dear Lord Hui.”

“… Adaine.”

The owner of the voice hidden in the darkness was nowhere to be seen.

Nevertheless, Clavia answered calmly.

“Is the person you mentioned the same person as the proposer the knight commander said?”

She is the leader of the Saints Church, the biggest side of her.

She said she had never received a report from the Seven Apostles Adain long ago.

She carved the serious content deep into her heart, but she had forgotten it because she had been quiet for a long time.

However, the reappearance of that person has just been reported.

Just before Blefer arrived.

“Probably. There is only one woman I know of who possesses those characteristics.”

There was no other way.

She was confident that Adaine would be astounded if there was.

“Did you say he was an apostle of God?”

“It may be… And it may be more.”

“That’s not going to happen, Adaine.”

Clavia narrowed her eyes to contain her absurdity.

At her shame, Adain lowered her head.

A sigh leaked from the ambassador.

“Anyway… It’s not an easy opponent.”

The Seven Apostles are the most elite power she has personally selected.

She was the target of attention, to the extent that Adain, one of its members, feared her.

Clavia was in agony.

“What is it?”

There are no gods left in this world.

A fact that most people don’t know, but she knew.

So, the word “God’s apostle” Has a meaning.

Do you mean following God even though there is no God?

It was different from an existing catastrophe.

“Why are you disturbing me…”

Clavia clenched her fists.

Whatever she was, she was her own, her Congregational enemy. She was unconditional because she saved the red catastrophe she had held onto.

“The red catastrophe is also very extreme.”

Nell Sartilla.

When she saw her for the first time when she was flooded with monsters, Clavia was immersed in her wonder and ecstasy.

I can’t believe that such a beautiful and sinister creature existed in the world.

Her strength was also amazing.

If you become an ally… Or even if you use it as a ‘dead man’, it will become a formidable force.

So, as a sign of praise, they nicknamed it the Red Disaster.

Everyone regards calamity as an insult, but Clavia really used it as a compliment.

“To trample on that favor like this…”

I thought she was destined to be a disaster, but I was wrong.

Does this mean she doesn’t know that she has no choice but to use more coercive tactics?

Clavia, who had chewed on her anger, looked at her empty space.

“First, let’s wait for the proof ceremony.”

A woman who doesn’t know if she is an apostle of God.

His confidence in shouting proof was commendable.

However, it was necessary to confirm on the day whether he would excel as a prover…

Meanwhile, the visual adventurer’s guild.

The hall, where there was always a lot of noise, was as quiet as a rat.

As soon as the proof was mentioned, the Holy Knights returned.

Thanks to that, the adventurers took charge of the bomb. They stood erect, motionless, as if in punishment.

“Hey.”

A table in the corner.

Only me and Nell were sitting in the only place where voices could be heard. Unusually, a man was kneeling in front of Nell.

It was Kelly.

“Don’t you answer me? Mr. Pak-“

“Huh…! Oh, sorry!”

His appearance was not words.

His teeth were broken, his lips were swollen, and his face was also swollen. He was to blame for the revenge of Jinjo.

Nell, with his arms folded, was stunned.

“What did I do wrong to you?”

Having regained his composure, Nell was scratching rather than throwing directly.

She laid down on Kelly with contempt.

Kelly’s complexion turned pale.

“No, no! Not at all!”

“But why did you cheat on the Templars? Are there any diseases you want to get rid of if you owe someone else?”

Kelly was one of her lives saved by Nell during the flood.

Nell, who had blood vessels in his temples, got angry just thinking about it.

“I understand even without saying thank you. I know my curse. Thank you too much, right?”

“No… That’s…”

“But I mean.”

Nel’s feet stretched out.

“…Wow!”

Smooth exposed legs.

She tapped Kelly’s cheek with the tip of her toe.

“You shouldn’t hit the back of the head like this. Huh? Yes, no.”

“That’s right…”

“Really?”

It was almost brute force.

It seems to be Nell’s way of openly showing insults and contempt, but isn’t it a familiar situation?

Her gaze was sharp enough to sting, and Kelly was relieved.

“… I’m sorry! I was wrong! Just once… Please take a look…”

He earnestly begged for mercy, but Nell only laughed.

She played with a lot of her core.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Yes, yes? That’s because… I arbitrarily reported to the Knights…”

“Why did you accuse me?”

“That’s because… I’m afraid of you and I’m afraid…”

“He saved me, but why am I scared?”

“Ugh… Uh uh… Nu, sister!”

Unable to hold on, Kelly asked Cigna for help.

She looked back and forth between him and Nell, then at me at the end.

A complex, subtle smile lingered on her lips.

“······Would you like to live?”

“Who… Sister!?”

Kelly despaired.

Nodding, Nell wet her tongue some more, baring her fangs.

Eventually, when Kelly’s complexion turned as white as a sheet of paper. Nel, who had removed him with her feet, spun around and sat down.

Her eyes twinkled as she looked at me.

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“Shall we listen now?”

There was no miasma in the casually thrown words.

However, there were clear doubts.

“Who are you?”

“Quillière.”

She replied without thinking.

The character I created who gets angry and the guy I don’t like driven away by it.

It was a very interesting situation.

“I know the name.”

Nell frowned.

“Why do you help me? Before that, how do you know about me…?”

Doubt yourself.

It was probably the fundamental difficulty she had to face from the moment she remembered it.

I understood, and the answer was actually simple.

This is a cheat game and I made you.

Everything can be explained in one sentence.

But I couldn’t believe it, and I couldn’t believe it.

“Your kind are vampires.”

“···Vampirism···ears?”

“Yes. You can call it a vampire if you don’t like the tone.”

“Vampire…”

She rolled her eyes, hearing neither of them for the first time.

The puzzling feelings were clearly revealed.

Since she was about to reveal it at the place of her proof anyway, it was okay for her to know in advance if she was the party to her.

In Nel’s eyes, there was no previous ferocity.

She asked carefully, very carefully.

“What is that… What are they doing?”

“The blood-drinking, red-loving, fair-skinned kids.”

I looked at her swallowing her dry saliva.

The setting of a race no one knew about flowed from her mouth.

“And a race that hates garlic, is weak to silver, and deadly to sunlight.”

“… Huh?”

Nell, who had been listening quietly, blinked her eyes as if wondering.

“I’m fine even when I’m in the sunlight? That’s nothing? ···I hate garlic.”

I guess so.

I shook my head.

“That’s because you’re the true ancestor.”

“Jinjo?”

“Yes. The best of vampires.”

Jinjo, who is given the modifier ‘real’ or ‘primitive’, ignores almost all the weaknesses of vampires.

Nevertheless, the strong point was the more strengthened fraudulent race.

“My, am I the best…?”

Nell’s mouth was half open.

Her eyes opened very wide.

“Jinjo is the head of the clan. You can think of him as the king of vampires.”

“·······King.”

Her cheeks were red.

She seemed very excited by the way she was breathing.

Her performance Muttered something like ‘I am the best ··· chief ··· and raised the corner of her mouth.

“Um. Um. Of course. I also thought that I was unusual. Even when I wandered around the back alleys, how should I say… Dignity? Enchantment? I wonder if there was something like that.”

He pretended to be self-evident, but he couldn’t hide his trembling lips.

I looked at her sadly.

That must be the first time you’ve been treated like this.

You must have suffered all along.

Nel, who was muttering something, suddenly turned her head away as if she had remembered something.

“If I’m the head of the clan, where is the clan? I’ve never seen one before?”

“That’s…”

I was troubled.

Kindred? Of course not.

I created a race that didn’t even exist, so Nel was the only vampire.

However, Jinjo was able to create his own kind through vampirism.

If she has her own will, she will.

However, because of her beliefs and beliefs, she must have been aiming for only the trash that can’t be saved.

She couldn’t have wanted to make such people allies.

“I don’t know.”

I shouldn’t tell you this.

More vampires will only add to the chaos.

I went out shamelessly.

“… Huh?”

“May or may not be. Find out for yourself.”

“Uh… Hmm…?”

Rolling her eyes around, Nel put her body back behind her.

She leaned back in her chair and exhaled her weary breath.

“What is that?”

“I’m going to get rid of everything.”

“Ha… That’s it.”

There was a look of relief and joy on her face.

It seemed that my story gave me great strength.

I also laughed heartily.

The feeling of shining a light on a person I love was not too bad.

I spoke to Nell, who was savoring the aftertaste.

“The proof will work.”

“Ah… Proof. I was surprised earlier. I didn’t expect to see the person proposing the ceremony right in front of me.”

The weight of the ritual of using a divine object within the religious kingdom was enormous.

Who would dare to suggest something?

“It will work.”

I said it again.

Nell looked into my eyes and smiled bitterly at her.

“I’m really grateful for that… But it probably doesn’t mean much? Even if the proof is successful, the curse remains the same. It doesn’t change that you hate me.”

“The curse has a solution.”

Calm denial.

Nel nodded her head for a moment as if pondering what she was saying, then she froze.

“·······What?”

A lot of emotions were implied in the words that I barely vomited. The time has come to put an end to her hardships.

I said it like a declaration.

“I’ll get it when the proof is over.”

Islands Spirit Ruins of Lobrock.

It was attacked by a woman the other day, and numerous affiliated research institutes were set up there.

Among them, the imperial carriage was parked in front of the largest research institute.

“His Highness the Crown Prince! Everyone be polite!”

Guards are escorting, and Lieutenant Hill Oz shouted.

Servants and servants of the research institute as well as senior researchers were included in that category.

As if to represent them, Artan asked a man kneeling in the front line.

“Is Sir Agnatsu inside?”

“Yes! Shall I bring you?”

Pet is a senior researcher and a disciple of Agnatsu.

The moment he was about to act hurriedly, the front door of the research center opened.

The attention of the audience was focused.

There stood a languid gentleman with a beard.

It was the theologian Agnatsu who raised the monocle.

“Is His Highness the Crown Prince here?”

There was no embarrassment.

He lightly bowed his head once.

That was it.

He didn’t bow down, he didn’t kneel like a disciple, and at least he didn’t say a word of praise.

However, no one pointed it out.

“…Sir Agnatsu.”

“Please come in first.”

The prince followed the old gentleman who took the lead.

He thought about Agnatsu.

Pretending is useless.

This old scholar has made too great a contribution to the empire since the time of his ancestors.

The guards stood by and only the deputy commander Hill Oz followed Artan.

“It’s an old-fashioned place, Your Highness.”

“Definitely so.”

Compared to other research institutes, it had a retro feel.

There were plenty of drawers and workshops in the interior, where the number of people was small compared to the scale.

All of them had the smell of old things.

The party stopped in front of the gate to the heartland.

Instead of opening the door, Agnatsu looked back at the prince.

“It doesn’t matter how much time and effort is put into interesting research.”

It was a somewhat floating sound.

“However, researchers are a group of people who value efficiency in everything they do.”

Words that block unnecessary personal matters.

Artan, who suddenly understood, immediately brought up the matter.

“I want the Spirit Armor.”

“… Indeed. Did His Highness be covetous too?”

There was no commotion.

Agnatsu’s masterpiece ‘Spirit Armor’.

It was the result of ten years of continuous research and exploration.

There were very interesting characters and clues to the spirits, so rather than difficult, it was a fun day.

“Is it a rental? Is it a property?”

“I don’t want to transfer.”

“Hmm…”

Agnatsu fiddled with the monocle.

Anguish rose in his brain.

Where is the prince usually located?

It was a position with a lot to do and a lot of people looking for.

Since he came here unexpectedly, I guessed that it must be a very important matter.

But it’s a new invention.

He asked a valid question.

“Where are you planning to go?”

“···!”

Artan was taken aback at the sharp point.

Agnatsu nodded inwardly.

The effect of spirit armor is ‘strong elemental resistance’.

It’s an amazing ability, and that’s how terrifying resources were ground.

However, if it was simply to be used as a sample or seen at the court, the crown prince would not have personally brought it up.

Unless you intend to use it personally.

“…You can see it. I’m surprised.”

Artan smiled bitterly in amazement. He expressed his true feelings, thinking that it would be useless to lie.

“I intend to cross the icy mountains.”

“·······What!?”

Even Agnatsu was quite surprised by his shocking remark.

He blinked his eyes wide as big as bells, then returned to his dignified demeanor.

“…It’s going to be a big fuss.”

The crown prince went to the devil’s paradise.

The whole empire was about to turn upside down.

Artan gave a meaningful smile.

“If the Lord speaks, it will be so.”

“·······.”

A subtle thorn.

Instead of being agitated, Agnatsu stroked his beard.

“I don’t do such inefficient things.”

“I knew it was Sir.”

Artan stiffened his face and asked.

“Is that possible?”

“As a servant, it would be right to refuse, but I don’t think you’ll give up just because your convictions oppose it.”

Agnatsu’s field of vision was wider.

He narrowed his wrinkled eyes.

“Your Highness is not planning to go to the Devil’s Realm by any means.”

“…You are really different from other sandals. You got it right.”

Artan rather smiled coolly.

It was also ugly to have a proper understanding of one’s heart and remain ignorant.

He thought about what to say more persuasively.

But there was no need for that.

“I’ll give it to you.”

Because Agnatsu agreed right away.

The moment I was about to say something, a faint vibration echoed through the hallway.

The gate slid open.

The core of the laboratory. Deepest part.

There was a shining armor hanging there.

Artan and Hill Oz looked at it in awe.

“I’m thinking of producing an additional quantity, so it’s like contributing to the imperial family.”

“I will remember.”

The armor was still in the hands of the prince before he knew it.

He weighed a debt on his mind.

The spirit armor was clean without a speck of dust and exuded mysterious energy.

Agnatz gave advice to Artan, who was staring blankly at him.

“Ice Mountains are a demonic land that even legendary heroes have not been able to conquer. Even the four heroes famous for the trials of winter just avoided it and arrived at the snowfield.”

From the perspective of the Devil, humans were not conquerors, but uninvited guests. Agnatsu recalled one more question.

The words that were spoken were as sharp as a sword.

“Are you planning to go see someone?”

“······!”

A question that stings the lungs.

Artan was more surprised than before.

That response was sufficient.

If conquest was the goal, there was no way they would go secretly.

Even if you want to hunt, the eastern end is too far.

So let’s meet.

Of course, the Devil’s Landing was not suitable for meeting someone.

If only one more clue was added.

For example, if you combine it with the prince’s painting ‘Landscape of Repentance’.

If you include the work at the exhibition hall where Agnatsu was also invited, a certain trend could be seen.

“If you live there, you’re probably not human.”

It was a natural tone as if talking about daily life.

There was a faint light in the eyes of the old gentleman.

“Maybe we should call it ‘Winter’.”

“──!”

Artan held his breath.

I was the most agitated so far, so I couldn’t speak properly. He exclaimed urgently.

“You know something?!”

“No. I am ignorant in the material world.”

Agnatsu shook his head.

I remembered what happened ten years ago, Asrai.

The disciple’s words and the deciphering of the ancient documents.

And the scene of the funeral and the crown prince.

Ten years since ‘that woman’ disappeared.

Ten Years and a Boy’s Growth······.

Longing for the existence buried on the other side of memory, the prince wants to find it.

“It might be some kind of fate… Or fate…”

A hoarse voice leaked out.

Vitality circulated through his body as if winding a spring on a mechanical device. The desire to see the end of this cogwheel soared.

“Sir Agnatsu!”

On the other hand, the young prince’s eyes were blazing.

It was a flame that would not go out immediately.

Nohhak gave sincere advice without answering.

“Please be careful. The seasons are never kind to humans.”