I Became the Snow Woman I Made

55 – The Dead Under the Moonlight

······ Meanwhile, near the Snow Castle.

The toxic climate of the snowfields violently stirred the world, and heavy snow pressed down on the back of the silver head.

Mishra lowered her head, as if it was punishing her.

“·······.”

She had no choice but to accept the punishment for her own inadequacies.

Really, I was so pathetic that I couldn’t stand it.

“Haa······.”

It was good that he bravely left in the name of being for the owner, violating the order.

Because her heart was sincere without any error.

I was also looking forward to it.

It’s been a long time since she left, and she had faith that she would be of real help.

─That… What is that!

─It’s a dragon!

It was also fun to see the creatures’ reactions, as if they were astonished at seeing the creatures in the legend.

Even when I just went out to the continent, hopes and prospects shone like that.

But did heaven judge that arrogance?

Mishra lost her way before she knew it.

─That’s why… Where is this place?

If there is one thing she misses because her thoughts are only buried in her master, her continent is too wide even for her.

Also, since it was an outing for the first time in thousands of years, she was as ignorant as a newborn baby.

In the end, she lost her way and wandered aimlessly… And was about to return to the snowfield for a while.

“…I couldn’t even see the owner’s nose.”

I seem to have worked hard in the central and southern parts of the continent, but I couldn’t even find a trace.

She said that she wanted to return, but he did not return.

Mishra’s image sank grimly.

Tu-Duduk-Eye pressed her head once more.

Then, suddenly, she got irritated and started a fight with the person next to her.

“Frost Giant. What are you doing?”

Sasquatch, an advanced snow spirit.

The giant stared down at Mishra.

─·······.

“It’s so big that it can only live in the snow. Is that really true?”

Like an unbridled colt, Mishra’s words were unstoppable. She had been careful with her because she was one of his spirits, but when she thought about it, she was also his servant.

No, she was rather senior in terms of years.

Besides, if she can’t help her master, isn’t she the same as herself or them?

“If that’s the case, then it’s something to be ashamed of. He put all his energy into making it, but it’s just taking up space.”

─·······!

The familiar’s qualifications were questionable.

Mishra glared at her, and her frost giant let out a groan.

But the giant’s gaze seemed to be looking down on me.

Her eyes bent infinitely downward, but was it because she was looking up?

“Why are you looking at me like that? It seems like the original girl is losing something.”

─·······!

Sasquatch wheezed again.

This time it was an open laugh.

Mishra frowned.

“This bastard…! Such humiliation during thousands of years of his life…”

There was, but rarely.

No matter how high-ranking spirits, someone born less than 10 years old is ignoring them.

Did he become arrogant because he had never experienced a crisis? Something broke inside Mishra.

You have to be disciplined.

She unlocked the polymorph,

Kwagwagwa——!

A white silver dragon king with an enormous height has appeared.

The Dragon King looked down at the frost giant at once.

─·······!

Sasquatch showed obvious agitation.

His height was indeed huge, so it wasn’t an overwhelming difference, but he was clearly inferior in both length and width.

The eye level didn’t match at all, so the giant had to look up at someone for the first time.

His head fell off.

[Heh…]

Mishra felt proud.

While enjoying the afterglow, her shoulders shook greatly in an instant.

[Isn’t it time like this!]

It’s busy at 1:00, so what did you just do?

She suddenly glared at the other side of the icy mountains.

Then she flew up.

Kwaaa—!

I need to start the second match soon.

This time, I might have to go beyond simple observation and ask a question while bending my pride.

The next destination was the northern part of the continent.

Masses were held all over Chelmsford.

The same pilgrimage procession went around in other places, and it soon took on a similar pattern.

Citizens screamed at the simultaneous attack of the dead.

“Kyaaah!”

Shaak-!

A graceful trail cut the dead man who was about to attack a woman. Artan did not stop and aimed for the next opponent.

Vice-captain Hill Oz actively supported him.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince!”

“I know.”

Perhaps thanks to being together for a long time, the sum of the two worked well.

Every aspect of the Royal Guard, composed of low-volume knights, was energetically engaged in battle.

They were all warriors of a high level, so even the dead of insignificant believers were no match.

They fell like autumn leaves.

Among them, Artan’s questions continued.

“······What just happened.”

“It must have been the work of a disaster, or the atrocities of the dark thieves.”

Then a grave voice interrupted.

Artan moved his gaze.

Theologian Agnatsu wearing a monocle. He was shooting a crossbow with his apprentice Pet.

Two-wook—! Pushuk-!

However, its power was unusual.

The dead who were hit by arrows collapsed with their skin crushed. One of his inventions was a magical crossbow.

Artan looked at him and asked.

“Did you come to Chelmsford expecting this to happen?”

It was a reasonable reasoning for him.

Artan, who followed the rumors following Agnatsu, soon arrived in Disdel.

There, after hearing the news that Agnatsu was heading to Chelmsford, he tracked it down, and this happened right away.

This meeting itself had only lasted less than a day. Only Agnatsu shook his head.

“That’s not true. If she was a rumored saintess, I just guessed that she would come here. I doubt if she really exists.”

“…A saint.”

I immediately thought of Quilière.

Is she here?

If so, it must have been in the center of this incident.

“The center of the pilgrimage procession is on the side of the sanctuary that goes around the Great Hall.”

“─!”

“Move slowly.”

The advice of an old scholar who seems to have read his thoughts.

There was a light of longing in those wrinkled eyes.

Artan nodded.

“I understand.”

The core and backbone of the Mass.

Perhaps the biggest commotion broke out there too.

The crown prince urged the royal guards and marched on.

·······.

The center of Mass around the circle.

As the dead, symbolic of resentment, poured out, the terrified believers showed disapproval.

However, the situation was not that dangerous.

The priests and priests escorting the procession immediately responded, including the chief priest, Lucia.

“Get out of the way!”

Ironically, the weak point of the dead that most followers fear was the divine power.

Lucia, who was full of talent in that field, did a great job.

─Kiaaak!

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Another dead man fell with the light.

She wiped away the sweat and looked around her.

Even if I couldn’t do it, I took care of dozens of enemies, but there were still many enemies.

“If the saintess hadn’t been here…”

The dead of so many saints and believers must have flocked like legions.

Just imagining it sent chills down my spine.

However, thanks to his preemptive judgment, it became a crisis worth overcoming.

I blamed myself for doubting myself for a moment.

“Die!”

“!”

At that time, an evil man in a black robe stretched out his demonic hand. Darkness Congregation. The evil black swordsmen who are the culprits of this upheaval.

An angry Lucia immediately tried to counterattack, but his bloody blade struck first.

Chow!

The blade literally tore through her manhood.

A naked woman approached through the fluttering hems of her robe.

Even in the midst of that, the black swordsmen fearlessly aimed at her Nell, and in her rage she unleashed her blood technique.

“You cockroaches!”

Nel bared her long fangs and spattered her blood.

Lucia admired the truly amazing feat.

“······You have to be at that level to go around with the saintess.”

Is that person also a priest or a priest?

Asked Nell, who soon broke through and approached.

“Hey, how do you get up there?”

Lucia’s eyes followed her fingers.

On top of the iron bell tower, Quilière and Wibarta, the instigator of this situation, were clashing.

Water drops rose, spray rose, and waves were summoned.

Quilière froze them with a gesture. It was an obvious advantage.

Lucia’s eyes widened at the surprise.

“···There are stairs inside the tower. But without a key, you won’t be able to enter. How can those two be?”

“It’s nothing like that. You said there were stairs, right?”

Nell sighed and untied her hands.

Let’s think about it after breaking it in.

As she was about to run, she heard her shouts.

Waaa!

There were cheers welcoming the reinforcements.

One of Misa’s security forces, the Knights of Light, was rushing forward like a raging force.

“Wipe out the cultists—!”

“Old! Follow the captain!”

The Knights, led by Targal, the leader of the Knights of Light, have joined the frontlines.

They helped the temple forces defeat their enemies.

“···Looks good.”

Nel murmured.

I could feel that the remnants of the Saints’ Association, which I didn’t like, were embarrassed.

The situation was being dealt with smoothly.

You can leave this place to them and help Quilière yourself.

The moment she put her mind at ease, her whole body signaled a crisis.

“······!”

The moment Nell hurriedly left, a huge wave raged.

Shoot aaa!

Lucia and his knights barely escaped, but several unlucky citizens were swept away.

The torrent of water that couldn’t even identify friends wiped out even a large number of the dead.

Wivarta, the seven apostles, was standing where the waves had passed.

“Great…”

Her appearance was not words.

Her hair was frizzy, as if her hair was standing on end, and her wavy robe was wet.

Wivarta glared at one side of her with her hatred.

At that time, a sudden gust of wind blew, and fierce snow flakes flew.

Hwaaak—!

At the place where everyone closed their eyes and opened them, there was a woman without any sense of incongruity.

It was Quillier wearing a hood.

“Where are you going, Wibarta?”

Her hair was dull, but her blue eyes shone brilliantly.

A voice as cold as the frost of May New Moon called the Apostle of Disaster.

“… You monstrous b*tch!”

Wibarta vomited as if resentful.

Her pupils were fluctuating as if she had suffered quite a bit.

“It’s been four years! The main culprit who ruined the plan!”

“·······.”

She didn’t answer Quillier.

She raised her cold hand instead.

The cold power that mercilessly tore apart the apostle’s liquid magic.

“Do something yourself.”

The cool face and her words were also unchanged from the first time.

Wivarta, who had been driven out several times, cut her learned fear.

“Keugh…!”

She gritted her teeth and got her heart set on breaking.

The plan has already failed.

Her plan to plunge her holy land into chaos was thwarted.

This is the middle of the enemy camp.

It was wrong to run away, and I couldn’t go back with such a result.

With this failure, the momentum of the Saints’ Association will be shattered.

That’s why.

“—I can’t let it go like that!”

Somehow, by all means, I had to turn this crappy tide.

Blinding her eyes, Lynn Wivarta stabbed her in the chest with her own hand.

“·······?!”

Everyone was shocked.

Completely incomprehensible behavior. However, Quilière’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Wivarta, whose life had been extinguished, slumped.

Right after that, the water droplets that fell together wriggled.

They wrapped around the whole body of her body, followed by.

Magi burst out like crazy.

─────!

Violent magic runaway.

A muddy stream out of control swept the hall furiously.

“… What is this!”

“Everyone stay strong! Protect the citizens!”

Nell’s bewilderment and Targal’s command echoed in my ears.

The ghoul of the wave stood up and did not even look at the two of them.

Unfortunately, the direction of that tear-jerking gaze is this way. I clicked my tongue inwardly.

“… It’s cumbersome. You’ll die gracefully.”

Fanatics are all like this.

Sacrificing himself to somehow make a big fight.

Understanding was meaningless.

Chaaa!

I didn’t even have time to think.

Because the secret technique that Wivarta poured all her strength into was attacking.

Comparatively, a tsunami formed by the entanglement of uneasy muddy currents.

It rushes into the street like a massive barrier that will be ten meters long.

I am the key target, but there are no gaps to avoid.

“·······.”

The screams and running of people in despair made my head dizzy.

In the midst of the chaos, I reached out.

I just can’t stop it.

Because there is no Catalyst anymore.

“How did you do it before…”

I remembered the time long ago when I defeated the snake god’s followers.

I couldn’t help it with normal methods, so I deliberately let my magic run wild.

I caught my breath and recreated the sensation.

The mana burst out like an angry wild horse.

─────!

My control had already escaped a long time ago, but I didn’t care and exploded even more.

The amplified chill leaked out like before.

However, it was quite different from back then.

“…Of course.”

Because the magic volume and control power were far superior to those of that time.

Within a short time, the runaway snow woman’s magical power became a phenomenon.

Heavy snow accompanied by wind and snow wrapped around the venue.

If this continues, it will be the same as the previous snowstorm, so I intentionally controlled the phenomenon.

“You have to bring them together into one point.”

The wider the range, the lower the power.

He painstakingly led the runaway mana and released it to a single point.

The target was the tsunami and Wibarta in front of it.

A snow storm raged mercilessly toward its target.

Kwagwagwa——!

The tsunami could not resist the extreme cold.

The same was true of the apostle Wivarta, who had only dealt with the power of water all along.

Her failure was not to consider the existence of the snow woman.

─────!

Then the storm passed, and the streets became amazingly quiet.

Everyone’s eyes were on the frozen tsunami.

Attached in the middle of the street like a statue, it was mysterious like a work of art.

I quietly stepped out.

“·······.”

The sound of my footsteps resonated especially loudly in the silence.

Dull eyes followed my steps.

Big ─ Kiik ─!

The apostle of the wave whose frozen mouth melted went mad to escape from the bondage.

The water droplets covering the whole body were the root of the problem.

My legs stopped in front of the frozen ghoul.

“A pitiful thing.”

The words came out spontaneously at that grievous appearance.

I was just pitiful because I couldn’t leave anything behind even though I endured the death.

“What have you been living for?”

─Kyaaagh!

Wibarta, who had lost his will, could not answer.

I took the talisman out of my arms.

A bright light wrapped around the amulet.

“Black Calamity····································They are your masters.”

─Hee hee hee!

The recoil of the magic explosion was formidable.

Still, I managed to raise mana somehow. Why did I make you suffer so much?

“Don’t worry. You’ll see them soon.”

I don’t know about the disaster, but the time has come to deal with Huiju.

Perhaps he sensed something in my cold tone, the ghoul screamed loudly.

Terrible noise.

Impulsively, he held out his Talisman.

“So go to sleep first.”

aaah—!

Right after that, a beam of light was emitted.

The ray of light that started inside the ghoul and penetrated the entire body pierced the eyes, ears, and mouth.

More than anything else, a desperate death.

A maddening gale raged and gripped my hood so I couldn’t flip it.

That’s how the seven apostles, Wivarta, became ashes.

“Haa······.”

I let out a shallow breath and relieved my tension.

Then I looked around.

All eyes were on me as if the dead man crisis had already been sorted out.

Anyway, it seems that the situation has ended well.

Then what should I do now… It was the moment I was thinking about.

The dagger flew.

Wedge-!

There was no time to react.

The dagger, accompanied by a gong sound, cut off one side of my robe.

Hair like the Milky Way flowed down.

“······!”

Devotees swallowing empty breath.

Lucia and Nell were fidgeting and opened their mouths.

I raised my hand in bewilderment, but then stopped.

“…It’s already too late.”

Even if you lose a cow and fix the barn.

Instead, he looked away with resentment.

Dag-dak- Dag-dak-

The dull sound of horses hooves made the ground tremble.

I was surprised by the sudden noise, but I was even more surprised when I saw the person responsible.

A familiar man in black armor.

He said lowly.

“Paley.”

“Yes, yes. Mister.”

“Get off.”

The girl got off the dark horse’s back without saying anything.

The black knight approached alone with an attitude that made it seem as if he was clearing it out of consideration or obstruction.

Dag-dak- Dag-dak-

Only that noise echoed like an echo.

Then the words came to a sudden halt. Coincidentally, it was not far from me.

Chandrapail descended slowly.

“Quillière.”

“·······.”

A ghastly voice.

Ignoring my sunken eyes, the voice continued.

“Make a deal.”

I touched my throbbing forehead.

······What else is this guy?