The Paladin Owns the Relic

36 – Holy Trial (3)

I avoided Fabian’s gaze.

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“It was mixed up. It’s also very frank. If you smell like grass, everyone else will know, right?”

“…If it’s someone else.”

“Guys similar to me. Um… Dwayne? Arpina will notice…”

Fabian folded her fingers one by one. Both her hands were folded.

“…I can’t count them all by hand?”

“Damn it!”

This is a problem for those quick-witted bastards!

I slipped into the bath. Bubbling, I looked into Fabian’s eyes. The handsome man’s eyes met and he smiled. Poured water on me

“I thought you were hiding some kind of trump card because you came in openly. Could it be that there really isn’t anything?”

“……”

There is.

Prank with Surtr.

My physical condition is almost recovered. But can you defeat Fabian with the demonic sword Surt?

You can’t draw even 10% of Levatein’s output?

…It’s too much.

Um. Don’t overdo it.

I was mistaken in the first place. He believed too much in one of the phrases written on the twisted holy power, ‘It cannot be detected by ordinary holy power detectors’.

There are times when I make mistakes too. By the way

But because of that one mistake, I ended up falling behind.

“…What are you going to do with me?”

“Well. What should I do?”

Fabian said calmly.

“First of all, I want to know what it was mixed with?”

“……”

Let’s answer well. Zahard.

Shouldn’t it be twisted?

“…There was a time when I was covered in a lot of blood when fighting an eye demon.”

“Was it the devil?”

“Yes?”

“No. Just talk to yourself. Anyway, did you get mixed up with that?”

“Other than that…”

Couldn’t it be that you can see traces of the naga?

“Can you give me your hand?”

I calmly held out my hand. He looked around at my stigmata.

“It will sting.”

Fabian’s hand caught fire.

“Ugh.”

The flame burned my stigma. It hurt for a while, but it soon went away. Fabian crossed his arms at the disappearing flame and the glistening stigma.

“I can’t recognize it… But Ra’s stigma is still activated… Even if it’s mixed, the power of the god remains the same… If it was the devil’s erosion, Ra would surely leave, but that’s not the case…”

Fabian shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, no problem.”

“…Really?!”

“Yes. What. Do you want to raise the divine law?”

He created a torch.

“The fact that the Holy Law works properly means that the Holy Power works well. I wondered if my body was contaminated by the devil, but it doesn’t seem to be the case… It seems that my faith is still the same… There shouldn’t be any big problems. Maybe?”

“Whew.”

“But even so, there must be many people who doubt you. Didn’t you notice, Dimona?”

“You didn’t care?”

“Is that so? Well, even if Dimona is doing well, it’s still too much for her to reach this line.”

Fabian leaned over.

“Are you saying that I am the only one who knows this so far?”

“…Isn’t it?”

“Should I hide it?”

“…Really?”

“Of course. I’m sad He’s the most successful of Ra’s sons.”

Fabian grinned. He raised his hand and put it on my stigma.

One more tingling sensation passed. When he removed his hand again, nothing seemed to have changed externally.

I opened and closed my hand. It doesn’t seem like anything has changed. What?

“Are you finished?”

“Yes. As long as you don’t raise your holy power too much, you won’t be noticed. It’s a simple trick, so don’t blindly trust it.”

“…Why are you helping me?”

“Does it look interesting?”

Fabian stood up.

“Current churches are too quiet. I just want to stay at home like a rat. Isn’t that boring?”

“……”

“I didn’t pay attention to the Empire before. Rather, the empire noticed us. Because we were the empire, and the empire was us.”

The Holy Spirit rose from Fabian’s body. The flame that burned quietly disappeared after blowing away all the moisture.

“But it is different now. We fell all the way to the bottom.”

“…What do you want?”

“All.”

He murmured.

“I want everything.”

There was silence.

Fabian turned to me. The heavy silence disappeared as if it had gone somewhere in an instant.

He laughed. He touched my forehead in the bathtub.

“The whistleblower Zahard apprentice priest. I like the change you brought about. It’s good that this rotten church is shaken.”

“My shoulders suddenly feel heavy.”

“Even if it gets heavy, I can endure it. It’s a gift you gave me I expect you to show me a lot. See you at the Divine Court. A righteous apprentice priest.”

He winked. He opened the door and went out.

“Pa, Fabian?! Why is it in the bathtub…Kyaaa! Naked?!”

“I’m naked after washing.”

I leaned against the bathtub. The Fabian I knew was right.

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No one. He does what he wants, and he doesn’t care about others.

But at the same time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was twisted.

I can’t be careless. Whatever it was, I used it if I used it, am I going to be used!

Once…

Wouldn’t write a gift well. Apostle of Ra.

. . .

“…Have you met Apostle Fabian?”

Dimona examined my body carefully.

“Where did you get hit? Are there any injuries?”

“Can an apostle beat a priest?”

“He is a person who will remain even if he loses. Because you are an unpredictable person. I thought you’d have been hit by one because you weren’t as good… But you’re finer than I thought?”

“How do you look at people?”

Dimona glared at me.

“Since we are at the same eye level, it seems that we are getting more and more rude.”

“We are at eye level, do we need to be polite?”

“It’s true, but strangely I don’t like it.”

“How are you?”

I laughed.

“Between friends.”

“…A friend?”

“Isn’t it?”

Dimona looked at me with cold eyes.

“What’s wrong with being young…”

“I only look like this, I’m pretty old too, right?”

“You’re 16.”

“Only by physical age.”

“In terms of mental age, I am a grandmother.”

“I thought so.”

“Why are you so nasty?!”

Dimona pushed me on the back.

“Go in and take a rest. I’m going to be a bit busy with my official duties.”

“Please play a little more.”

“Because I am busy.”

“I think we can go outside to look around the ramen with the Heretic Judge… I’m very curious about the church headquarters.”

There are things you should keep an eye on. Like the location of the hidden sanctuary.

I put my hands together. Eyes sparkled

“Can I ask you a favor? Dimona, the holy and great judge of heretics?”

“Huh…”

Dimona smiled broadly.

“No.”

Boom!

I was locked in a room. Like a heartless woman.

A secluded room with no window. Plus, it was at the end of a hallway, so you had to go through several rooms to escape.

It’s just a room, it’s like a prison. There are beds though. I got up on the chair.

“…Ha.”

It’s comfortable. After washing, I ate and came to my room, and there was no Mureungdowon. The trial begins three days from today.

All I have to do is wait here until then. Dimona takes care of the little things, and all the evidence has already been secured.

Perhaps there will be no surprises.

It’s a long-awaited free time. You can enjoy it if you enjoy it, but I had something to do.

“Hey there.”

【……】

“I know what I hear, right?”

【……】

“You don’t answer, right?”

I touched an earring. Brünak, the window of light. A weapon that became an earring through shapeshifting.

Originally, it was simply a holy relic. However, this one was matured in Bagness’ stomach for a very long time.

It is natural to lose its value as a sacred object. But even so, Brünach did not lose his luster, trapped inside the monster’s stomach.

How?

The reason is simple. Because the previous owner protected it over and over again.

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No. Protection is not the right word.

It would be more accurate to say that I took it as a new body.

“Saint Beatrice.”

The earrings twitched.

“I know you’re there.”

The earrings were shaking. The shaking was subtle. But I listened carefully.

【…Huh.】

Suffocation – The sound of breathing in briefly. A voice that could never be heard came from inside the solitary cell.

“Since there are only us, can we talk now?”

【……】

“If you’re going to stay silent, there’s only one thing I can do.”

【……】

Saint Beatrice. One of the strongest saints who fought Bagnis despite the church’s disapproval.

I ran into her a few times in her game. The new bruenak comes out on its own even if the main character doesn’t want to have it.

Because one of the priests of the sun god, who respects her, subdues Bagnis.

Well, that’s not what’s important. It’s important that I get to know her and what she hates most about her.

I made the torch. It’s not difficult either. A light flick of the finger is enough.

Bright sparks. A red spell shimmered on her fingertips.

“You know, right? What kind of power is in my body.”

【……】

“So, look carefully.”

Aroused holy power. A shadow began to cling to the tip of the torch.

I whispered.

“How the flame of Ra that you love so much… is contaminated.”

Suddenly.

The shadow clinging to the tip of the flame began to creep up little by little. The earring, which had been as still as dead, wriggled greatly.

【…Dare you…!】

The earrings vomited blood. The voice boomed.

【…You dare to be a follower of Ra, yet to taint the flame of Ra with darkness!!】

“Look at that. Why didn’t you tell me when you could?”

【I have nothing to say to a renegade!】

“A traitor. I feel sorry for the renegade who listens.”

I increased my shadow holy power even more. Half of the sacred flame was eroded by darkness.

[No! Stop! Poetry, blasphemy! Can’t you stop doing that ugly thing right now?!]

“Wrong?”

【Stop it! Even so, you can still say that you are a priest of Ra…!]

“Ah.”

I whispered.

“Not enough?”

The shadow caught the flame and swallowed it in an instant. The earring bubbled.

【aaa!! Get rid of that dirty fire right now! Goosebumps all over your body just by looking at it!]

“In that case.”

I turned off the light. The earring caught its breath.

【I have nothing to say to you!】

“Really?”

Look at how the flames are getting stronger again just because they’re gone. But what can I do?

The night is long and there is plenty of time.

Beatrice hates blasphemy the most. She was a model of a saint, and was also called a Rae-mad fanatic.

She is a woman who worshiped flame more than anyone else. She was so obsessed with the flame of Ra that some even called her the arsonist.

I grinned. All ten fingers sparked.

“Then what… I have nothing to say.”

【Stand, no way.】

“Ughhh. Let’s see.”

I secretly raised my shadow holy power.

“How many times will Saint Beatrice be willing to talk with me?”

【aaa!!】

The flames were dyed in the shadows and then disappeared repeatedly. Beatrice’s screams were quite audible.

A girl’s scream…

I can’t stand it!