I jokingly told my grandfather that I would give Tariki a gift, but the reality is a bit different. The sun I want to create is rely a ans for conquest.
According to Karia's report, Tariki's forces have already swallowed the Burrow territory.
The citizens of the territory. The mansion's attendants. The criminals in the alleys. The soldiers guarding the streets. The priests of the church. The knights affiliated with the family.
Everyone is in a state of being consud by darkness.
In the past, I thought I would only face so of them.
The difficulty of putting soone to sleep is entirely different from the difficulty of moving soone. I judged that with the current Nakrad, moving a few at once would be the limit.
After completing adequate preparations, I thought I could face the dungeon disguised as the Burrow family with sheer force.
However, the story has changed now.
If the magic circle activates and the darkness consus the territory, all those people will beco my enemies.
That volu is beyond what I can handle.
It’s a kind of military force and a disaster. If I respond clumsily, I will be suffocated before I even reach the mansion.
So, I prepare the sun.
No matter what Tariki has prepared, I will create a bright light that can erase all that darkness.
A brilliant light that will take away the night from those trapped in a deep slumber.
Hearing my plan to create the sun, my grandfather appeared sowhat displeased.
Was it to be expected? What I was about to do was a type that was far removed from common sense.
‘Grandfather, have you forgotten how I usually operate?’
No, grandfather. You’ve seen all the crazy things I’ve done, so what do you an by risk?
My grandfather, who has seen my antics up close more than anyone else, seed to be at a loss for words and dragged his voice out.
‘So, it’s still definitely possible, right?’
‘That’s all I needed to hear.’
Receiving my grandfather's affirmation, I told Alsetin to wait before heading out of the academy street.
Finding the person I wanted to et was remarkably easy.
With imnse holiness, she beca a beacon by her very existence.
“Lady.”
Feiby. The false saint who will one day beco the true saint.
The more she trained, the more I felt how skilled she was in handling holy magic.
One of the overpowered characters in Soul Academy.
In the early morning, as she prayed before the holy symbol in the church, she smiled upon seeing my face.
A smile filled with reassurance, relief, and happiness.
I smiled back at her and spoke.
‘I need your help.’
“Pathetic saint. I’m going to give you a special chance to let help you. What will you do?”
“What should I do?”
Even though I had blurted out a request before greeting her, Feiby nodded without hesitation.
There was a kind of madness in her deanor. A similar kind of madness I had seen from the sword.
Feeling perplexed, I asked her if she wouldn’t want to hear what I had to say, and Feiby tilted her head and replied.
“There’s no need to listen. You’re the one asking for a favor.”
‘...What if I ask for sothing strange?’
“Huh~ Anything? Then should I crawl on my feet and bark like a dog?”
“Is that necessary?”
Feiby’s face, devoid of even the slightest trace of a smile, made it impossible to distinguish whether she was being serious or joking.
So, I couldn’t bring myself to respond. If I said it was necessary, I felt she would actually follow through with it.
“I’m joking, my lady.”
The short, heavy silence vanished when Feiby let out a laugh.
...Oh. Right? That’s a joke, right?
“The reason I asked what I should do is that I thought there would only be one thing you’d ask for.”
Ah. That makes sense.
Feiby was the one who confird the abnormalities of the Burrow family. It was only a few days later that I ca to ask her for sothing, so it was only natural that it would be related to the Burrow family.
So now, I’ve beco a toy for Feiby.
To think that the kind and gentle saint would play tricks on . It seems she thinks of quite fondly.
Understanding that fact made happy, but alongside that joy, I was indeed annoyed to be teased.
I must retaliate.
“Lady?! Does it hurt?! You say it hurts?!”
I appropriately punished her by pulling her cheeks, then took the now red-faced Feiby outside the church. The church was not a suitable place to have secret discussions.
The day I noticed the anomalies of the Burrow family.
Feiby explained everything she had seen to Lucy. She even ntioned that she could report the Burrow family to the church if necessary.
However, Lucy rejected her proposal.
She had no intention of borrowing the church’s power or even of bringing the matter to light. She told the pathetic saint to keep quiet for a while.
At that ti, Feiby could not understand Lucy’s request.
The Apostle of the Evil God is trying to swallow the ducal family. If not handled quickly, it could lead to a great disaster.
According to the original plan, upon noticing any trace of this, she should report it to the church and cut it off at the root.
Having spent a long ti as a symbol of the deity's church, Feiby understood the importance of this process better than anyone.
Yet, despite this, she followed Lucy's words as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She is an apostle of Armadhi. A being who hears the word of the deity from the closest distance. Whatever she requests must have a profound aning behind it.
Feiby remained silent without a hint of doubt.
She waited quietly for the day when the will of the deity would descend upon the earth.
A few days later, on a morning like any other.
Lucy, who should have been sweating in the training ground, ca to find Feiby at the church.
That alone was enough for Feiby to understand the situation. The Apostle of the Deity needs her to defeat the Evil God.
Her prediction was not wrong. Lucy wanted Feiby to help combat the disaster arising from the Burrow territory.
She had been chosen by the Apostle, Lucy.
It was sothing she should feel honored about, and if it were the usual Feiby, she might have shed tears of gratitude.
But Feiby could not do so.
“Let tell you in advance; this is a trap that filthy garbage is trying to pull into. As expected from that cautious trash, there will be a lot prepared, and it will be extrely dangerous. So think carefully. This is a matter of life and death.”
The words Lucy spoke were so strange.
“...Um. My lady.”
“What is it, pathetic saint?”
“Trap, you say?”
“Yeah. That pathetic, cowardly Evil God can’t take revenge on the deity directly, so he must be trying to tornt .”
“But you’re saying you’ll go there directly?”
“Hey. Are you hurt? Why do you keep asking the sa thing like a goldfish?”
“Why?”
Why?
Even knowing that it’s a trap.
Even knowing that it’s dangerous.
Even knowing that if I go there, I will surely suffer and may even die.
Why would she insist on going there herself?
There are plenty of good alternatives.
She could borrow the power of the nation or the church.
No matter how I think about it, there’s no reason for the lady to step into danger.
You, an apostle of the deity, have no reason to stake your life.
But why on earth would you insist on it?
“Why should I, a weakened being, accept help in facing that pathetic self-proclaid god?”
“That’s not such a simple problem! My lady!...”
As Feiby was about to shout in disbelief at Lucy’s response, she suddenly realized one fact.
What if.
What if, as Feiby said, other forces were brought in?
What if the nation and the church were involved?
Feiby knew the answer to that.
She had heard it in her voice. She had read it in text. She had seen it in pictures. And she knew it too well because she had faced it with her own two eyes.
The Burrow family would vanish.
One of its mbers would be erased from history just for reaching out to the Evil God.
The Duke of Burrow would lose everything due to the foolish actions he committed in his youth.
Unlike Feiby, he would not even have the opportunity to repent.
He would surely fall into hell.
But what if the problem of the Burrow family were resolved without involving any other forces?
What if everything were quietly buried?
Having reached that thought, Feiby suddenly burst out laughing.
It was not the gentle laughter befitting a saint.
It was the laughter born out of disbelief.
And it was the laughter that ca from being utterly amazed by the opponent before her.
So, you’re saying that, as a matter of course, you intend to throw your life away for the lives of others?
No one would acknowledge that achievent.
It’s even uncertain whether the Duke of Burrow himself would express his gratitude.
With not even a hint of hesitation, you intend to throw away your own life?
Ah, yes. Of course.
It’s because of this kind of person that Armadhi chose you as an apostle.
In contrast, this foolish was calculating the value of my life.
Thinking that the life of the deity's apostle is precious compared to soone else’s.
Even though I was saved by your nobility.
I should offer prayers of atonent during the nights to co.
How long did I laugh?
It was only when Lucy began to look at Feiby with a worried expression that Feiby finally opened her eyes.
“My lady.”
“...Pathetic saint? You haven’t lost your mind, have you? Right?”
“I’ll do it.”
“Huh?”
“No matter what danger awaits, I’ll do it.”
To add my pitiful strength to the will of the noble apostle.
“So please tell what I need to do.”
Unlike before, when Lucy scolded Feiby for saying sothing similar, this ti it was different.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and only lifted one corner of her mouth.
“Got it. Pathetic saint. I’ll tell you what we need to do.”
“Yes. I will do my best with whatever it is.”
“We are going to the Arteia family right now and sell our dignity to the holy pervert there.”
“...Huh?”
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