The Paladin Owns the Relic

Chapter 93

93 – Midnight Shaman (2)

Dimona was taken away. She was smiling so it was too vague to even say that she was taken.

“It’s a trial where you’re sure to win!”

Ashwal Haltz’s name value was great. As the retired old man sat down at the headquarters of the Church, the words about Dimona came in.

“Demona Heretic Inquisitor was an acquaintance of the Marquis of Hartz…”

“If you get out of the eyes of the Empire, you are riding the line completely wrong regardless of the church…”

“It’s a big deal…Let’s save our words for now…”

Even the gazes that openly ignored me went in. Rather, there were only good words overflowing.

If you look at it closely, it’s like the return of a hero. Dimona is directly related to Paramer’s salvation.

The reason I went there was to save me, who was like a child given up by the church.

The title of boss who sacrifices herself for her subordinates was as if it were hung in front of Dimona’s name.

“…Wonderful.”

“As expected, Judge Dimona.”

“Isn’t it really him who should be elevated to the rank of Archbishop?”

“I think the Inquisition is too small to contain him.”

It wasn’t long before public opinion changed.

But I, however, have been very busy.

“Martier.”

“Welcome! Priest!”

It was fun rubbing her hands together. I sat down in a chair and turned around.

“I didn’t expect that they would come to rescue me after finding a mercenary.”

“Isn’t the priest and I on the same boat? I think that when you show loyalty at a time like this, trust builds up thicker.”

“Weren’t you afraid that you might lose everything, including Hector?”

“…hahahaha! Could it be! The priest is not the one who will go anywhere and return.”

“Isn’t it? This is why I save Martyr.”

“I am an eternal servant of the priest.”

With an awkward smile, I handed over the extracted nectar.

“Use your pocket money separately.”

It would be better to make sure the rewards and punishments later.

Martier’s face widened. I chuckled.

“You must have robbed all the money you saved? 500 Mercenaries are not an easily recruitable force. Furthermore, when I heard that I was heading to Paramer, which was almost like a limb, I should have walked the usual boat.”

“My choice was right. He is also a priest.”

“The rewards and punishments must be clear. Well, if Martyr hadn’t come…”

I shrugged.

“I don’t know how.”

“……”

“Just kidding. Joke. Smile. Huh?”

“Ha…hahahaha! It was a funny joke!”

Even after paying compensation to Martyr, there was still a lot of work to be done.

Thank you for coming, or I would die without you.

I wasn’t the kind of person who just stuffed myself with words like that. He took some of the treasures he had brought and handed them over to Martyr.

“This, this?!”

“Yes.”

“I know I did something extraordinary, but this far…!”

“Send it to the Serpent Church.”

“Yes?”

“If the other side says that even one thing I sent is missing, I will die. Isabella, the leader of the Order of the Black Scale Holy Knights of the Serpent Church. Write it down and send it. Got it?”

“……”

After picking out the items to send to the Serpent Church, I sat down at the 5th Heretic Inquisition.

A total of 6 people were killed in the Heretic Interrogation Center. To their bereaved families, I compensated separately.

“…….”

“Thank you… Thank you… Priest.”

Those who died to save me.

If I don’t take care of it, no one will take care of it.

But the dead are dead, and the living are alive. I forcibly lifted the feeling that was falling.

Catchcha. I have to do it.

“Lada Talk. I’ll rent you an office.”

“Eh?”

“Austin. Call the people I call one by one.”

“Okay!”

Heretic Questioner Austin ran out of the office. I glanced back at Radatoq and Rosemary.

“Would you both take out your weapons?”

“What is that…”

“Take it out first.”

Radatorque drew his weapon. Heavy heavy sword. The hilt of the sword was smooth as if it had been held for a long time.

Rosemary was holding a weapon made of imperial steel that I had recently provided for her. B rank weapon. Performance was decent, but not particularly good either.

That’s enough to see.

“Let’s see…”

Should I take care of Rada Talk?

[Two Suns (A)]

One of the items made by a master craftsman. It is similar to the heavy sword he is using. Being a little bigger might hold you back, but it’s not bad.

I let go of my holy power. The flames ignited.

Good.

Very nice!

“Sleep. Mr. Radatoque.”

“This, this is…”

Radatorque took up his weapon. I alternately looked at my weapon in the flames that were burning.

“Can I… use this…?”

“Of course. If Radatoque doesn’t use it, who will use it?”

“Ha, but…”

“You came running such a long distance to save me. If you don’t do this, people will curse at you. Please accept this.”

“……”

Radha Tok turned his heavy sword once. He looked at the blade he had taken out of the scabbard as if possessed.

“…This is not what I was hoping for.”

“But it’s nice to receive it, right?”

“I can’t deny it.”

Radatorque smiled broadly.

“Thank you. Brother.”

“Go and try it out. You’ll have to get used to the weapon you’re using for the first time.”

“Okay.”

Radatorque stepped back. Rosemary struggled to press the corner of her mouth that was desperately trying to rise.

“Huh. hehehe. Joy.”

His nose leaks out. I glanced up at her.

“Rosemary.”

“Yes?”

Thank you for coming to rescue me. I was honestly moved.”

“Well, well…I didn’t go there to save it…But if you say so…”

“It is true that he saved me while I came to pick up things.”

“Hmm. Hmmm. Yes? Now you understand what I mean.”

“Yes.”

“… Huh?”

“Go out now. Because I wanted to say thank you.”

The rosemary has hardened. I glanced back at the door through which Radatoque had escaped.

“And…?”

“Yes?”

“Ah, no… so… Gu, you saved me, right?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Why…”

Silenced by her pride, Rosemary pointed her finger at the door.

“It’s a door.”

“So, so?”

“Ah. Yes. You can go out there.”

“Uh… Ugh… Ugh…”

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Should I stop teasing you like this?

[Brilliant Weight (A)]

Kung.

The ax fell. I swung lightly into the air once.

This is also a weapon made by a master craftsman. To be precise, it is not an imperial weapon. A weapon stolen from the northern barbarians.

The handle is made of animal bones, and the edge of the blade is also rough. But still, it’s an A rank.

Why?

Because the spirit of the beast dwells within the weapon!

“Sleep.”

“……”

Receiving the weapon, Rosemary glanced up at the axe. I frowned on the sparse missing days.

“…A weapon…?”

“That’s right. But don’t go there, just leave it as it is.”

“Yes?”

“Because the wolf inside won’t like it.”

Grrr.

Rosemary glanced back at the resounding animal noise. The shapes of her five wolves were watching her from the air.

“Spirit…?”

“Rather than spirits, they are just like spirits. Tame it hard. It will be very useful.”

An ax weapon that can conditionally reach S rank. If you tame it well, it can be made into a sacred object.

Rosemary, who was stroking her weapon, glared at the wolves. Also cats and dogs.

You’re already fighting for rank.

“…Go…Go…Goma…”

“Thank you?”

“…Aww! I don’t know! Oh, I’ll write well anyway! You’ll jump over it in no time, so know that!”

I can’t be honest.

Rosemary slammed her door and left. I skimmed through the papers.

Let’s see…

Should we distribute some to the rest of the Heretic Questioners now?

. . .

“My God.”

“This, this is really for me…”

“I’m a brother! I love you!”

I’ve only heard confessions dozens of times. I did a little bit of paperwork. I checked the list of items given to me, and put the rest back into my pocket.

I only have about 1/4 of what I brought, but where is it? This alone is enough to live on for the rest of my life!

Smart.

“Come in.”

It’s not even my office, but I answered roughly. The door creaked open, and the last runner appeared.

The daytime shrine maiden candidate, Irene.

“… Junior.”

“Senior!”

I sprinted away. A person who is equal to the number one contributor to this battle!

In addition, he was the person who came after going through the ordeal of death several times. How unbearable is Tarnhelm’s sense of ownership. Besides, if it took six months to reach the daytime shrine maiden candidate…

How many times have you been determined to die? No matter how genius it is, it is an effort that goes too far.

“What would you like to drink? Let’s talk about anything.”

“This is the judge’s office…”

“If the seat is empty, it is mine. What. So what would you like to drink? I’m comfortable.”

“Then let’s get a car…”

“I’ll bring you!”

He warmed the water lightly while humming. I set the glass down and poured the tea.

Irene sipped her tea. Her eyes widened slightly.

“Taste…”

“Doesn’t it taste good?”

“…..”

“It’s no different from plain water. Because all these cars are here in the office.”

“Isn’t that the tea that Judge Dimona drinks?”

“I’m secretly a salty idol to myself. If you have the money for that, they say that you have to feed the Heretic Questioners one more time or something.”

Irene looked at me blankly.

“You seem to have become very close.”

“Isn’t it? Because of the nature of my job, I have to stick around.”

“…….”

The atmosphere became chilly. Irene thumped her own knee.

“Come here.”

“…Yes?”

“Quickly.”

“I’ll just sit next to you…”

“Come here. Zahard junior.”

She was afraid to laugh coldly, so she sneaked aside. But she didn’t know what to do, so she was bruised in front of her.

“What is there… you don’t mean to sit down, do you?”