The Demon Hunting Method of the Regressed Inquisitor Chapter 31

The Demon Hunting thod Of The Regressed Inquisitor 31

The Drear (2)

I assure you, the one who twisted my life the most was ＜The Drear＞.

You could say it was my mortal enemy. Thanks to it, I even lost my na and the way back ho.

And I must have lost many other things that I can’t recall.

But this ti is different. This ti, I decided to face that trial.

Not an unprecedented disaster encountered by chance, but a faith I summoned myself to call forth the mist.

Borrowing the power called ＜Morpheus’s Dream Fragnt＞, I bind the unstable existence with a complete contract to borrow that power.

“Please, call the dream into reality.”

The machine device, which was brightly lit by a white light bulb, beca foggy.

Yes, this mist. The mist that took countless things from is coming.

A mist so thick that I can’t see an inch ahead.

My hands tremble with instinctive rejection. I took out the cigarette from my chest and tried to light it, but even the faint light couldn’t be seen.

And with the sensation of being isolated from the world, it ca.

-Dream…

Sothing seed to move faintly in the gray mist.

It looked like a human figure, but without eyes, nose, or mouth, it rely appeared as a doll made of gathered mist.

“……This is sothing I didn’t know.”

To Morpheus, the ＜Drear＞, there is no form. Therefore, he is classified as a phenonon even among trials.

Like a natural disaster encountered by chance, the mist that shows dreams is said to be drifting and blending into the world.

Yet, it includes a clear form……. Is this special this ti? Or, have I always been like this but just couldn’t rember?

The doll made of gathered mist approached silently.

-I will protect you……

It gently caresses my cheek.

Even without eyes, it seed to have an expression of concern.

-I will protect you……

“Is that so.”

It was an emotionless voice.

It must be because I have lived crawling on the ground for countless years.

A being that appeared to show sweet dreams to those who are crying, with only the determination to protect people remaining.

A being that, without realizing its already pierced divinity, received compensation instead of showing sweet dreams.

-Don’t worry…… In your happiest mont……

The hand that was caressing my cheek moves up to my head. In that seemingly stroking action, the world surrounded by mist takes on color.

The dark sky, the pure white light illuminating, the small tea table, and the nurous sweets laid out on it.

The mont I was happy.

The ti when I was having tea and small talk with the saint.

The stage is set. I am already dreaming. And Morpheus’s figure is no longer visible.

What is visible is just a chapter of mories.

“Mr. ■■■. Welco. Thank you for your hard work on this mission.”

“You are too much.”

“Pardon? What do you an? This mission wasn’t that difficult.”

“Didn’t you say it was the happiest mont? Morpheus.”

“Mr. ■■■……?”

What I saw in front of was the saint sitting at the tea table.

Like a greedy child, holding a teacup and sweets in each hand.

At that sight, a bitter smile appeared for a mont, then my expression twisted.

“Saintess. Even in… even in monts like this, I can’t fully rember you?”

A pure white mask on the face.

Even though I am looking at the color of the hair, I can’t tell if it’s long or short.

I could feel her presence within fading away more and more.

“Do you think it makes sense to wear a mask even when drinking tea?”

“Do you want to take off the mask?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“…”

What kind of expression am I making right now? Perhaps I couldn’t hide the expression that seed like I was about to cry.

I know. I rember.

I know well that Morpheus’s trial takes this form.

I’ve experienced it several tis and haven’t I been frustrated several tis?

I reach out my hand towards the mask covering the Saintess’s face.

But I can’t reach it. I must not reach it. Because I didn’t co here to sink into this dream.

“A friend is badly injured.”

“I see.”

I don’t forget Linea’s struggle.

The reason I called Morpheus is to overco this situation, not to escape.

“So I must go back.”

“Without confirming the fragnt of your happiest mory in front of you?”

“Yes, I won’t confirm it. Instead, I will pay the price, so please grant a dream worthy of it.”

“What kind of dream do you want?”

“Then please, the scenery where you shone the brightest.”

I can’t do it with my current self. I lack the skill. But if it’s her whom I admired, it would be possible.

I borrow that power, that dream.

“The price will be high.”

“I will endure it.”

“You might end up wandering the back alleys in pain like before.”

“It’s different now than it was back then.”

“What point?”

“This ti, it’s not a journey taken alone.”

Even if I make a mistake or fall, I have soone ready to move forward in my place.

The Saintess puts down her teacup.

Morpheus sets down the refreshnts.

The Saintess and Morpheus. The being assimilated into the dream bows its head.

A parent who loved their children.

The god of dreams, who, through the dium of ＜Morpheus’s Dream Fragnt＞, can temporarily exercise their original power.

“Then I must show you.”

“Thank you.”

Crack!

The mont I forced a bitter smile, the space before my eyes shattered like broken glass.

Buildings rose around as if another landscape was overlaid on top.

The sky was still dark, and this ti there was no light to illuminate the surroundings.

The only light in the deep darkness was the remnants of the divine power emitted by the Saintess before my eyes.

I rember this mont.

“I told you, the price would be high.”

Morpheus, who had sohow stood beside , pointed in one direction.

There stood another Saintess, the Saintess of my mories.

“Will you endure it even so?”

“Yes, I will endure it.”

The mont I t the Saintess while wandering the back alleys after losing everything.

The turning point of my life.

The most precious mory.

Morpheus was asking if I wanted to dream for a mont, even at the cost of such mories.

Yes, this price is quite high.

But as high as the price is, the scene of the dream that can be brought into reality will also be powerful and precise.

-Then please, my beloved son, have a happy dream.

Morpheus nodded and disappeared into the mist.

Now, all that remained was , standing far away, looking up at the stage.

Only the protagonists of the stage. The curtain rises and the actors move.

The saintess reaches out her hand.

A little below, towards the man lying in front of her.

The mont I t the saintess. The mont she reached out her hand to .

The point at which I began to strive to live in this world again.

The scene that follows is deeply engraved in my mind.

It is still a vivid mory.

I grasp that hand. Desperately wanting to live a little longer, I clung to that hand without even checking whose hand it was.

When I finally looked at her face after grasping her hand.

– I found you. My ■■■.

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With the girl’s bright smile, my second na was given.

The na she gave held aning in itself.

That’s why it was precious. That’s why I can’t use it now.

Because it is a baptismal na that holds aning because she gave it to .

– Now, shall we go together?

What did she find in ?

That is still a mystery. But because she reached out her hand, I am here now.

My lifesaver. The direction of my life.

And the proof of my determination.

“……Saintess, it seems a bit difficult to go together now.”

I cannot intervene in the stage.

This is just a scene from the past, my words cannot reach it.

Now that hand does not reach .

The girl who reached out her hand to no longer exists.

In the mory, I am holding that hand as if I had been saved.

But now I am just watching it from here.

Engraving a mont that will never co again aninglessly on my retina.

mories are damaged.

The mories I thought I would never forget are erased from my mind like spreading paint.

A tear flows down my cheek. But soon I will not even understand the aning of that tear.

But it’s okay.

This is the ending I chose.

“You’ve held my hand for so long, now I will walk on my own.”

So that I can move forward, fueled by that brilliant mont.

I may never rember this mont again…

“So I will do my best now, so I won’t regret this mont.”

I aim to beco soone who can move forward without relying on mories.

The fog clears.

I wake up from the dream. What I see again is the desolate, gray tal.

The lonely and cold chanical fortress surrounded by walls.

“It’s blue.”

But in my eyes, still.

I see her sky.

* * *

Crackle!!

I lt all the chanical devices that were blocking my way with lightning.

Unlike when I was assisting from behind Titan, I now lead and crush everything myself.

As I walk, I clear everything in front of .

Before a new entity can even draw a new weapon, I lt it with lightning.

The power I gained in exchange for mories I no longer recall is a fragnt of a dream.

The power that depicted the mont when the saint of the sky dominated the battlefield.

Her divine magic, ＜Judgnt of the Sky＞, loved by the gods of the sky.

Even in this isolated space, I can see the blue sky.

The pure white wings spread behind are connected to the sky, like clouds blending into the heavens.

With the miracle of the gods, fueled by sothing precious, I wield the power of the one I admired the most.

“Hoo.”

A sensation close to omnipotence.

The feeling of divine power that doesn’t diminish no matter how much I use divine magic sends chills down my spine.

It’s an absurd power. Truly a power that could make one arrogant.

But even this is not enough. The view I desire is higher than this.

To accomplish what she couldn’t, I need to beco even stronger than this.

The road ahead is still long.

“So…”

I can’t afford to struggle against this pile of scrap tal.

I break through. I surpass my usual limits over and over again. I get used to this sensation and internalize it little by little.

Like taking notes to rember the scene I saw in my dream.

So that I can rember even a little of the power that brought the dream into reality.

Bzzzzzzzz!!

A force that could be called a straight line of light rather than lightning sweeps through the chanical devices.

The dull gray world brightens as if swallowed by dazzling light.

The ceiling disappears, and the sky reveals itself. It’s a view that not only I can see now, but also Titan, Linea, and everyone else.

At any mont, no matter when.

Even if Belial spreads his wings and dyes the sky itself black. In front of this power, the sky cannot be completely erased.

I keep raising the level as if I had just started running.

The pure white wings have already spread as if they were moving my body.

The lightning that envelops my whole body moves according to my will, turning all the chanical devices into scrap tal.

The mont the gap between destruction and sprinting itself disappears.

Bzzzzzzzz!!

A light with incomparable power to anything before pours out.

The converged light flies in a straight line, containing intense heat and power.

The mont I fold my wings to block the attack, the advance halts for a mont.

It’s an absurd power.

This is not just an attack from a pile of scrap tal.

Yes, it’s close.

Where Pinocchio is.

“Don’t co!!!”

As if screaming, the boy’s cry is heard, and at the sa ti, the light beam from a mont ago splits into dozens and pours down.

He has noticed this side. Yet, he continues to attack.

As I expected, has Pinocchio really had a change of heart?

No matter how much he temporarily gained the power of the saint, he doesn’t have the strength to overco the trial head-on.

Retreat or advance.

In the midst of that dilemma, I felt that no more beams of light were pouring down.

Pinocchio, who had been shouting not to co.

The attack stopped as soon as I stopped moving. A simple warning shot.

If that’s the case…

“If we go back without confirming the reason, we might regret it.”

I follow Linea’s words.

I temporarily set aside all doubts.

I reunite Geppetto and Pinocchio.

I move forward, recalling only that purpose.

Several beams of light pour down.

I block each one and minimize the surrounding damage as I advance.

The speed is slow.

But I move forward steadily.

At the end of navigating through the dazzling beams of various colors,

I realize the space has widened and I reach my destination.

The deepest part of Nidavellir.

Pinocchio’s self-evolution device exists at the center.

“That’s right, Linea. You were right.”

At the mont I saw it, I was convinced that Linea was right.

The sight of Pinocchio, shedding tears, adorned with all sorts of chanical devices. The shadow reflected on the floor.

Seeing the shadow move as if pulling the strings of a marionette, I understand everything.

Solving the problem of the ＜Corruptor＞ would end everything well?

We could prevent the harbinger of the flas of war?

It was an arrogant thought.

The demon I was trying to confront had been hiding in the empire for hundreds of years, hiding embers one by one.

How could I guarantee that such a creature was different before? How could I be sure it hadn’t done similar things before?

“If I had gone back like this, I would have definitely regretted it.”

A chilling voice cos from Pinocchio’s now expressionless mouth.

“Who are you?”

It feels like bugs are crawling all over my body, making shiver.

But I have felt this sensation just recently.

Thanks to that, I could understand.

Geppetto did not lie.

Pinocchio did not change his mind.

The source of the weapon filled with malice that we saw was none other than.

“You were very thorough in your preparations. Damn b*stard.”

＜The One Who Is Everywhere＞

Malice

The shadow of the Dark King, Belial.

The malice towards that human was swallowing Pinocchio.