Chapter 81
Silently and cautiously, we opened the door of the corridor and went inside.
[...A Corridor of Light in a downtown area. It's certainly strange.]
[What's wrong with it being in a downtown area?]
[The Church doesn't support the cost of building corridors. In other words, it cos out of the lord's wallet.]
So, usually, they're built in very remote places, not to ntion downtown areas.
Of course, they have to be sowhat mindful of the Church, but it was the explanation of His Eminence, the Sword of Doctrine, a cardinal of the Church, that it was very rare for them to be built so lavishly in the downtown area, especially in the center like this.
[How long has the Corridor of Light been built? Couldn't the downtown area have sprung up around the Corridor of Light?]
[Are you naively expecting sothing like that? Unfortunately, the Corridor of Light in the Belmir Barony was rebuilt in two years after the original one collapsed in an earthquake eight years ago, Young Master.]
Then does that an this Corridor of Light was built so lavishly on such pri land for the sake of the declining Church?
The change of a remote place into a downtown area in just six years would be hard to expect in a dieval-based world.
[I can sll sothing fishy.]
If the lord was a devout believer, I might have thought it possible, but now that he had acted suspiciously several tis, I couldn't help but be suspicious.
[The bigger problem is that there isn't even a shred of holy power here.]
At Ferdiel's words, I turned my head and looked at him.
According to the ga's setting, the Corridor of Light, where hymns to the god periodically echoed, was naturally imbued with holy power.
Unlike objects that were called holy relics just for the sake of the useful application of magitools, real holy relics were mostly made using holy power.
Six years is a long ti if you think about it, and a short ti if you don't.
If proper offerings had been made during that ti, holy power must have been imbued.
[There's no way you're mistaken.]
The holy power Ferdiel possessed could be asserted as the strongest in history.
There was a reason why the Pope couldn't abandon Ferdiel, even while throwing all sorts of tantrums. He was a being with enough holy power to be called a saint.
At this point, there was no one who knew more about holy power than Fel. Therefore, there was no room for doubt.
There really was not a shred of holy power here.
[In the end, this is another place that just looks like the Corridor of Light.]
Haha, it seems I've gotten myself into sothing unusual, haven't I?
《Altar, go over there and check.》
At Albedo's instruction, after a few deep breaths, I slowly examined the altar. As I carefully examined the floor, a groove caught my fingertip.
[Fel, this way—]
The mont I raised my body, I gasped.
"Fel!!!"
I called him urgently, but the attacker was faster.
The man, his face covered with a mask, struck Fel's head hard.
I was flustered, but I had a way to solve this. I'll quickly use the writer's skill—!
"Ugh."
Sothing covered my mouth.
《Theo!!!》
I struggled to get out, but with my stats, it was not enough. I couldn't put any strength into my body.
I have to get out sohow, I have to save Fel—
* * *
My vision blurred, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw the bars of a dungeon.
Damn it, my head is throbbing. It wouldn't be this bad even if I hit my head like a percussion instrunt.
My head was pounding, so I clenched my teeth and slowly took deep breaths.
I'm not the one who got hit on the head, so why does it hurt so much?
After barely calming my unstable breathing, I imdiately shook the body of Ferdiel, who had been thrown into the sa prison, to wake him up.
"Fel, wake up."
I hope he didn't die from getting hit on the head.
"Ugh..."
At the faint groan, I shook his body a few more tis, and Fel finally opened his eyes.
"Where is this..."
"It seems they brought us here after we passed out."
I don't know what their intentions are, but they're definitely not good. On the contrary, I feel a sticky malice clinging to my skin.
"It seems the culprits are demon worshipers. They have a peculiar stench."
I wondered if such a thing existed, but for now, it seed they were heretics, and among them, the most vicious demon worshipers.
I don't know who the culprit is, but they have really bad luck. Of all people, a Heretic Inquisitor, and the Sword of Doctrine at that, had co to visit them.
"And there's a high probability that the demon worshiper is the lord or soone directly or indirectly related to the lord."
"Why do you think so?"
The lord built the corridor in the fief, but that didn't necessarily an a connection.
After all, if you approach with a plan, it wouldn't be that difficult to deceive a lord who isn't even a mage. The operation must have been carried out over a very long period.
The reason I could be so sure was simple and clear.
"They hit your head pretty hard with a blunt weapon, but they put to sleep with a drug."
"So what?"
Fel showed his confusion, as if asking what that had to do with the culprit's identity.
"My body is ridiculously fragile. If I had been hit on the head like you, I probably wouldn't have just fainted—"
I'll skip the brutal part. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is simple.
"It ans it's soone who knows about the characteristics of my body. And, the assistant ntioned it in passing during dinner."
My body is very fragile. Thanks to that, I sohow avoided having my head crushed and dying.
"To know information that was just passed by at a dinner with the lord ans they are connected to the lord in so way.
This is no ordinary matter, Young Master?"
Even while speaking in a feigned leisurely manner, Ferdiel's expression was more desolate than ever.
Certainly, I'm not sure who the culprit is, but they have a lot of nerve.
I don't know what their plan is, but it's certain that they are quite reckless and audacious.
"Then, shall we escape now and grasp the situation?"
"What, you can escape?"
"We have to try."
I silently recited the 'I Am the Writer' skill.
As expected, a blue-glowing parchnt and a pure white quill pen appeared before my eyes.
I haven't figured out the identity of the system, but I had a feeling this would happen.
No matter how great a magitool is, it can't possibly stop a system that can even destroy the world.
「The handcuffs on Theo and Fel are released」
As soon as I finished writing the last letter, the handcuffs that had been tightly binding my wrists instantly fell off.
Fel, who barely caught them before they hit the floor, looked at in surprise.
It's no big deal! No, it is a big deal!
"Don't ask for details, let's get out of here quickly."
"Alright, for now."
He wouldn't suspect heresy over sothing like this, would he?
As for the prison's keyhole, Fel took out sothing like a hairpin from his shoe, fiddled with it a few tis, and picked it in an instant.
"That's really amazing."
I thought that only happened in movies, but it actually works.
"Thanks for the admiration, but I'm going to use magic, so please be quiet."
It was a complint of sorts, but was he embarrassed?
I shut my mouth and imdiately began to survey the dungeon.
In the dungeon, besides us, there were our fellow Academy students who had fallen asleep from the sleeping pills.
There wasn't enough ti to wake them up one by one and escape, so I started by counting the number of people.
After checking the last cell and realizing one thing, my expression hardened.
"Senior Lerwon is missing."
This is really bad.
The alarm bell warning of danger in my head rang loudly.
"What?"
"...It's just Senior Lerwon who's missing."
It's not that I want soone else to be the sacrifice, but why did it have to be Senior Lerwon!
There's no one in this world who deserves to be a sacrifice, but really, anyone but Lerwon.
Lerwon's body, which has not yet fully returned to being human, is still imbued with a powerful curse that desires the destruction of the world.
A curse so powerful it's vicious, it's the ultimate sacrifice and prey for a demon.
"And of all tis, it's a full moon. Was this planned from the beginning?"
This is the first I'm hearing of this. I hurriedly grab Ferdiel's shoulder and urge him to explain.
"Full moon? What do you an?"
"In the old days, the God of Light symbolized the sun, and the demon who opposed him symbolized the moon."
He said that the aning had faded sowhat now, but among demon worshipers, there was still no day more suitable for conducting a demon summoning than a full moon.
This is driving crazy. It's a series of unfortunate events. I feel like tearing my hair out!
"Why did it have to be Lerwon!!"
As I rode the wind, a surge of irritation welled up.
There are over twenty people from the Academy, so why did it have to be Lerwon out of all of them!!
"Because Senior Lerwon doesn't have a surna."
"Ah, damn it."
Was that what it ant?
This ti, I was annoyed for a slightly different reason.
"Damn this class-based society!!"
Don't decide a sacrifice for such a stupid reason!
Spitting out vulgar curses, I ran and ran towards the place where the demon's energy was getting stronger.
"Here!!"
At Fel's shout, I burst open the door, and there was Lerwon, unconscious on the altar for the demon.
It's not too late!
"A lord committing heresy?"
As soon as I confird the face in the center, I spat out a curse with all my might.
If he makes a mistake, not only himself but also the residents of his fief might be collectively branded as heretics and executed? Where did he sell his conscience!!
Thinking that the situation was turning urgent, the Baron's sword points towards Lerwon's heart.
"You won't!!"
The wind strongly pulled at the Baron's hand.
The trajectory of the sword was greatly distorted, and the sword that was about to be plunged straight into his heart grazed Lerwon's cheek and lodged itself precariously at the tip of his ear.
If I had been a little later, it would have been embedded straight into his heart. If that had happened, another Demon King, who had been forced to take the throne by Baal, might have appeared.
"I have to get Senior Lerwon back."
"Alright, for now. Before that—"
Fel caressed his wrist.
A pure white sword appeared from the magic circle engraved on his wrist, and Fel pointed it at the demon worshipers.
"Son of Caelus A. Levian. The only one who wields the Sword of Doctrine. Ferdiel L. Levian has witnessed with his own two eyes that the being before him has forsaken God."
The scene of Ferdiel pronouncing the sin was so sacred that for a mont, I forgot the urgent situation.
"The forgiveness of sins is the sole authority of the God of Light.
The sword that punishes as doctrine declares that their sins are clear and will carry out an imdiate execution according to the old law."
A very clear sentence.
Even the most foolish person would not fail to understand what his words ant.
Because there is only one person in this world who can claim to be the sword nad Doctrine, the sword that punishes as doctrine.
"Why on earth is the Sword of Doctrine here."
Baron Belmir muttered as if in a panic.
"What is permitted to you is God's rcy and man's punishnt."
And now, it was ti for man's punishnt.
"You're dead now."
It would have been really cool if it weren't for Ferdiel's following words.
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