The Paladin Owns the Relic

42 – The 5th Inquisition (2)

Inquisitor Dimona has arrived.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t you see it?”

I pointed to the rolling pin that was scrubbing the floor.

“I am mopping.”

“No…! That’s not what I mean…!”

Dimona squeezed her brow. Coffee spilled out.

I hurriedly handed over the toilet paper.

“I just cleaned it!”

“Hey you bastard! Take care of me first!”

Dimona sat helplessly in her empty chair.

“Why…Why are you mopping? He talked confidently as if he was going to change something… Why are you mopping?”

“Because the floor is dirty?”

“Do you think I brought you here to watch you mopping?!”

“I’m going to go out. Calm down. Can I get you some water? Or I’m making a special drink, would you like to try it?”

“Special… What?”

I changed my apron. Dimona grabbed her by the back of the neck.

“The first half of the lyrics…I didn’t bring a helper…That’s why…I…”

“The one I made is quite popular. Try it.”

“…Why is it delicious?!”

“Right?”

Um. Maybe I have a talent for cooking.

Demona melted down after one shot of the drink. I fell on her table and wept.

“I… I… Even though I said I would persevere… But I’m trying… The troublemaker I’ve brought with me… Is working as a housekeeper…”

“Alcohol is not included. Weird.”

“I told you to listen! Not an injection!”

“Now. Calm down.”

I put down the rolling pin. I took off my apron.

“You’re doing well on your own, so why did you come here?”

“Why is that?! I came here because I was fooling around! Said to be an apostle! You said you were chosen by Ra?! But is that all you do is help with the housework!”

“Who is the helper for the housework? Who the hell!”

“Ha, but what I do…”

“Dimona.”

I looked at her with her pitiful eyes.

“You don’t know what I’m really doing?”

“…Stop, no way!”

Dimona jumped to her feet.

“I knew that! Were you thinking about something? But. You may not be cheap, but you are as smart as one head!”

“We are also developing a new drink recipe. Would you like to try it?”

“Hey, you bastard!”

Shall we end the joke here?

“Our talented heresy judge, Dimona.”

“What?”

“Did you know that there is a faction in District 2 of the 5th Inquisition?”

“…Yes?”

That’s right.

I don’t even know what’s going on, but how can a proper first-team paladin be fostered?

“Now. Look.”

I held out the notes I had briefly organized.

“What is this?”

“What is it? They were recorded disguised as harmless small animals.”

I wasn’t just in charge of cleaning and eating. While doing chores, I sneakily checked the dynamics inside.

My rumors have spread far and wide. It was natural to be checked by the Heretic Questioners who didn’t know me.

But what if you set yourself up as a handyman?

The eyes of suspicion were extinguished one by one. People who ate and admired my cooking rather praised it.

To gain popularity.

That was the first thing I did. All the Heretic Questioners with me were in the 1st Army, so it wasn’t too difficult. He only wanted to compliment me.

The problem was the Paladins of the 2nd Army, the future of the 5th Inquisition and the food bugs.

“The 2nd Army had a splendid record? Did you just accept everything? Starting with a group of savages from the north… A prisoner… A money-loving nun… And some really incompetent outcasts?”

“Did you figure out that characteristic in a week?”

“Is it easy?”

“Is it a real monster…”

As Dimona flipped through her organized notes, her eyes twinkled.

“Then what? What next?”

“Of course it is one.”

I threw off my apron.

“The faction is divided into three groups. You can say that they are the troublemakers of group 2. The first is Nord from the northern barbarians, and the second is Isabelle from the Church Chapter. The third is an incompetent outcast, but a faction led by the popular Austin.”

“What are you going to do with them?”

“How do you do it?”

I grinned.

“You have to put what you want into your hands.”

. . .

A Nord from the northern barbarians. He was a typical strong man, but he had nothing in his head.

The reason why he is considered a troublemaker in Group 2 is because he beats fellow paladins with his fists. He says he has put a caution on it a few times but it hasn’t been fixed.

The guy who knows violence is the best. So he was easier to deal with.

Pressing with simple force is my specialty!

“What’s going on here in the kitchen?”

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Nord asked. I answered.

“Come on. Baby.”

“…Hoo. Are you requesting a warrior duel now?”

“What bullsh*t.”

I loosened my fist.

“It’s the worst!”

It took less than a minute for Nord to stretch. Cried Nord as his blood spattered and his bones broke.

“That, stop! Stop! I lost!”

“What do you lose! Even the bones of the paladins you broke were said to be three hundred! Let’s just break one hundred and fifty today!”

“Bar, I hate half-tone!”

“Then I’ll kill you a quarter!”

“Aren’t you crazy! This!”

The Nords have surrendered to me. Closer than the law were fists, and closer than fists were my kicks.

The nord got tangled up in my leg. He sobbed, pouring blood.

“Please save me…”

“Come on. Don’t save me.”

I glanced around. The Nords flinched as their eyes met.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“Uh…We’re just going to scare you…”

Bagak!

“I will follow you!”

It took less than half a day to absorb the Norse faction.

. . .

Coming from the church’s chapter, Isabelle was a nun who was very open about her money. Her followers were often caught up in her financial ties.

Even if she is in the 2nd district, the salary seems to come out. And with that capital, Isabel ate part of the 2nd Army.

“I like money. Money solves everything.”

“That’s how good money is.”

I pushed out the paperwork I had filled out. Isabelle opened her eyes and checked her papers.

“…What is this?”

“What is it? A business plan.”

The paper slipped through. Isabelle’s eyes widened.

“This…What the hell…This is possible…Ah, no, in the first place! There’s no way this was possible in the first place, right?”

“Why not?”

“To make this possible…a huge amount of undiluted solution is needed…But such a undiluted solution cannot exist in the world…”

“Yes.”

I smiled broadly.

“I can.”

“……”

Isabel looked at me. She was a face that predicted possibilities. I quietly leaned back in my chair.

“If you don’t like it, don’t.”

“…What do I get?”

“Simple. I appreciate your skill. As much as you like money, you have a bright eye for commerce, right? To be honest, most of the priests are people with poor business skills.”

“…Even though the other priests said I was vulgar?”

“Who is it? The more money the better. I like you. Isabelle. I don’t want a woman as talented as you to be with me.”

I held out my hand.

“How are you? Business partner. I’m going to make a lot of money using the capital I have and the skills you have… You’ll bathe on a pile of gold coins… Will you still follow me?”

“…Wait a minute. That’s nice…So tempting…But where’s the proof that you have this thing?”

“I will show you, so don’t doubt it. Can’t we just save it somehow? All you have to do is sell the goods I handed over to you instead.”

“…….”

Isabelle looked mesmerized at her papers again.

“Good… Good.”

She held my hand.

“I will go under you. Because money don’t lie That… and…”

Isabelle wiggled her hand.

“The person who saw me and said I was capable…Because you were the first…”

“Excellent choice.”

It took less than half a day to absorb Isabelle’s faction.

. . .

She used to pick up the children from time to time at the Church Headquarters. But not everyone became a high priest.

People with mediocre talent. Priests who are ambiguous to throw away, but somewhat uncomfortable to collect.

That was Austin’s identity. They were a faction that had come up with halfway talents and almost abandoned them when it was ambiguous to write somewhere.

“…I heard the story. But why did you come to us?”

“I need you.”

“We are incompetent. I have no strength. It’s stupid, and its motor skills aren’t very good.”

Austin laughed bitterly.

“There is nothing to be gained by attracting us.”

“Why not?”

I raised the torch. Austin looked at her divinity as if possessed.

“That’s…”

“It is a higher version of ash. But if it’s about ashes, you can do it too, right?”

“However, there is a difference between being able to do it and being able to handle it skillfully. We were left out because we couldn’t do that.”

“Still, it seems that you can see yourself objectively. The toughness is also a passing point. Good.”

Of the three factions, they’re the easiest to deal with. Except for the lack of motivation, it’s very useful.

“Don’t you want to be strong?”

“…Hope has already been abandoned. Even if we do the same amount as others, we can only catch up halfway.”

“Throw away something. Pick it up right away. An opportunity has fallen in front of you, and you’re not going to pick it up?”

“A chance?”

“I am your chance and your savior.”

I raised a torch. Wrapped around the body and wrapped around its arms like a snake.

Austin freaked out.

“Oh my God… how could that be…?! In the first place, even the teachers I have seen could not make use of such a sacred flame…!”

“Do you know who is in front of you? He is a rare genius, and a talented person who passed the theological academy in one month.”

I reached out to Austin.

“I will teach you directly. Catch it if you want. Unless you want to be hunched over there.”

“…Even me…”

Austin whispered.

“Can I… Become a great priest…?”

“I can do it. If only you were in the mood to do it. Of course it won’t be easy. There will be more days when I want to die.”

I grinned.

“But if you’re determined to die, what can’t you do?”

“…Do you trust me?”

“If you believe in me.”

“……”

Austin held my hand as he cried.

“I… I… I…”

Austin knelt down.

“I want to become a talented Heretic Questioner…!”

“Come.”

The preparations are complete.

“Let’s try it somewhere.”

. . .

“What is this…”

Dimona gasped. Seeing the 2nd group lined up for training, I pinched the ball several times.

“This is… No… f*ck… What the heck I’ve been thinking about for months…”

“It would have been possible if Dimona wasn’t the Inquisitor.”

“What is that…”

There is a saying “Status makes a man”, Right? In the end, a position, for better or for worse, affects the person in that position. Don’t you feel uncomfortable when someone with a higher status approaches you? It’s only natural to wear a mask without revealing your inner feelings.”

I pointed at me pretending.

“However, what if the person who was handling chores spoke to you? Confessing your true feelings to someone below you is a natural thing for a human being to do.”

“Ah…Ahahahaha…”

Dimona swept her face. Grinning.

I tried to hide her smile, but I couldn’t do it at all.

“Hey…hehehehe…I was right…I was right…You did a good job bringing me…!”

“Isn’t it crazy?”

“Who is going crazy?! So from now on?! Can we train these guys as the 1st team?”

“I will listen carefully. Because my story is over. Please trim it appropriately.”

“Then what about you?”

“I…”

I have to go do something I’ve been putting off.

“I’m trying to secure some funds.”

One of the reasons I came here. Taking one of the hidden relics.

Just wait! I’m coming!