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69. Choice (1)

“Stupid…”

Yan jumped out and held his red-hot cheek.

What a ring!

“What the hell is that guy thinking…”

An expression that doesn’t know anything that doesn’t suit his size at all.

“Are all warriors like that… no, no…”

Yan shook his head.

It was a very different behavior from the hero she had seen until a few days ago.

Until then, the slaughter tank that wielded the holy sword like a madman like a golem following the orders of a wizard with an expressionless face, as if buried in one purpose, became a purebred that could not resist even simple magic.

Same face but completely different person.

Unknowingly, the darkening color of his face dispelled the magic and gave him useless advice.

Then, after a while, a wide smile and a thank you…

“…It’s a foul.”

When God chooses a warrior, what face did he choose in order, or did he create a warrior with that face from the beginning?

“But it was definitely dope…”

He was a warrior who was seduced by women in every village he went to, even if he had a calm expression on his face, but his destructive power was so great when he smiled.

Come to think of it, I’ve never heard of an ugly warrior.

Couldn’t God really select a person with a face of his own preference as a hero…?

…Or make it up.

It looks like God handcrafted it.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t hear that guy’s original name.”

Until now, I’ve only been called a warrior, a warrior.

“Wouldn’t he like it if I called him by his original name…? No, what are you going to do to get him to like you…”

Just as Yan was about to fall into her delusion for a moment, something caught her nerves.

At first, I thought it was a small wild animal, but I gradually became more aware of something coming toward the temple.

It was the band of magic worn around the left arm and the detection magic used to accurately identify the target, but…

Jjoong-!

In an instant, the mana bounced out.

“Half mana? No hangma?”

In a situation where it is absolutely not an ordinary wild animal, it jumped out of the bush and attacked Yan when he was about to raise his vigilance index and call the warriors inside the temple.

I couldn’t react due to the sudden acceleration and dark vision, but thanks to the shield wrapped around my body, the threatening attack didn’t reach… I thought.

“Ahhh…!”

However, the repulsive action of magic and divine power exploded, and the shield was incapacitated in an instant.

It burrowed through her broken shield, knocked down Yan, and then emerged over it…

“It’s a wizard!”

It was Ain with small horns exposed through his disheveled hair.

“Yongin?”

“Ah! My mom told me not to show her horns!”

The child who pretended to raise her head belatedly and put her bangs down to hide them soon peared and stuck out her tongue and her eyes lit up.

“But the wizard will be fine!”

The renewed shield naturally breaks with each child’s gesture.

The magician’s natural enemy, in itself, but the person in question was acting without any awareness.

The belt of magical power seems to be strange, but when you touch it, it breaks apart to the point of futility.

Yan let out a sigh for the first time at the overwhelming divine power, the ability to be a candidate for a saint, or even an incarnation itself.

“Hello Wizard Yan! Lol.”

“How do you know my name…”

“Ah, a mistake! God said no!”

It wasn’t until after he had his hair done again that the child took a step back from Yan.

“Huh, but Irene is kind, so it should be fine! She said she came to pray today too!”

In the hand of the child who called herself Irene, she held a bouquet of forget-me-nots.

“This must be the Temple of the Day…”

It must have been the bouquet that caused her own magic and repulsion.

I thought that the person who left the bouquet in the temple might have been a bishop or a cardinal, but I was completely wrong.

Really, this child, Irene, left it.

“…Actually, today is the last prayer!”

Tuk-tuk From the appearance of the child dusting his clothes, there seemed to be no malice towards breaking the spell.

“My mother suddenly said that she was leaving town… She had come to offer her prayers before leaving! She has a hard time sneaking out, so tonight she puts more heart into it!”

The fact that a bouquet of forget-me-nots in the temple radiated her faint divine power was shocking, but the bundle in Irene’s hand was now something that could be called a small lamp.

“It has become a holy relic…”

“So, let’s go in together, pretty wizard sister! My sister is also praying with me!”

Iren led the hand of Yan, who was standing in a daze, and headed towards the temple.

“No, what are you trying to do by asking the wizard to pray…”

And-

“Tada-!”

“Why are you here…?”

The face of a bewildered warrior greeted them.

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No why.

She thought she had disappeared as if she were running away with Maria, but she was disturbed by the sudden appearance of Irene who came to pray at night.

“So, did he really come to pray?”

“…They say so.”

Likewise, Yan’s eyes looking at Iren in the middle of the temple were also half immersed in absurdity.

The image of him kneeling down and praying in a more reverent manner than anyone else was like a scene from a famous painting, but my heart wasn’t like that at all.

Just in case- I can’t imagine it made my heart upset.

Isabel’s story.

Yongin mutation.

Hydra

Little boy.

And kill with the holy sword-…..No.

“…Yan, could you secretly use one magic?”

“Huh? What magic?”

“Something like magic that can see or know the state of the target..?”

“To whom? To him? Why all of a sudden?”

“Just in case.”

I hope I’m wrong.

“To you… You may not see it, but he is a complete mass of holy power. Even if I use magic, I don’t know if it will work or not. It is said that his divine power is dripping from every single action. Just touching it breaks the defense magic.”

“…Just once, please.”

After looking into my eyes for a long time, Yan sighed and shook his head helplessly.

“…I’ll say it again, but never make that face in front of other people.”

The air parted and a staff appeared.

It looks like a small meteor revolves around the tip of the staff.

“…Because it makes me weak.”

And at the same time, the staff that began to emit light slowly began to cast a shadow towards the back of Iren who was praying.

“I don’t know if it will work, but I’ll avoid the part where the divine power is concentrated as much as possible… Umm…”

No matter how long it had been, Yan’s face, which had been making an annoyed expression, gradually began to harden.

“… Huh? Isn’t this why?”

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Yan looked back at me for a while, showing an expression of surprise as if he had seen something impossible.

“Is this… possible? Divine power can go this far?”

“Huh?”

“No, that’s just like a living corpse… No, even a corpse isn’t like that.”

Yan, whose face turned blue for some reason, told her Irene’s condition.

“My nerves… My organs… Everything melted away. Only her bones and skin remained, and it was a miracle that she was barely alive because divine power filled them… No, she was alive in the first place?”

A body that has become more like a golem than a living being, and what supports such a body is an enormous amount of divine power.

“Can you see that as a living thing?”

“It’s probably because of the poison in my body.”

Irene, who was kneeling down and saying her prayers, said.

“Actually, it’s normal that he should have died two years ago.”

The child calmly talks about his death.

“However, it was just my wish that I had been forced to do so. God just listened to my unreasonable request. It’s such a strange body… But I can still move, and there’s no problem with praying and cleaning yet. Lol.”

A body that cannot withstand the poison.

The mutant that Isabel said she had to kill was Irene in front of her eyes.

Leading a body that melts in poison, he comes to pray and clean the temple every time.

Unlike her child’s silly laugh, the harsh reality filled her eyes.

“Why are you doing that?”

“To pray.”

His body was so full of Hydra’s poison that it was hard to even say he was alive.

“To whom? f*ck that stupid goddess twin b*tch?”

She’s a goddess who doesn’t do anything.

She is a goddess who brought herself to this world.

She’s a goddess who can’t do anything and just lets her suffer life go on.

I was almost disillusioned with such a goddess.

f*cking love that keeps receiving only prayers that don’t come true.

What a f*cking b*tch.

What do you replace?

Yan looked this way in surprise at her sudden curse.

“No. She’s not praying to the Goddess. She only listens to the goddess.”

“…Then who are you praying to? Why?”

She was Irene, who was leading her body and ending her prayers, even though she couldn’t even feel her pain anymore, but in Irene’s eyes, she turned around nonetheless…

“I pray for those who will be left behind. Prayers to my father whom I have never seen before, to my mother who always struggles, to the warrior who asks me, to the wizard who worries about me, to the elf who is watching from afar, to all the people I have yet to see.”

It was full of starlight, not poison.

As if to reciprocate, the bouquet of forget-me-nots offered to the temple swayed gently.

Inside the temple where the silence flowed, it was Floren who hurriedly jumped in from the outside to break the flow.

Sweat was beading on his forehead as if he had come in a hurry.

“Yan, this is a big deal. A large number of people nearby are closing the siege towards us.”

“What? Environment? There’s no way the magic will keep going- Ah!”

As if remembering something, Yan looked at Iren and tapped her on the forehead.

“…Everything was broken. “

Yan frowned as he hurriedly swung his staff to cast magic.

Nearly 200… Villagers… No, they’re expertly trained, keeping their distance and coming closer. And-“

Damn-!

The meteor spinning above Yan’s staff shook for an instant.

“Magic Repulsion… Divine Power, Church?”

“Yes- that’s right, wizard~”

Along with a soft voice, the tail of the eyes smiling while drawing a half moon.

Isabel with purple hair was entering the temple.

And a shabby-clad man who follows him…

“Maria?”

“Oh, are you old?”

There was Maria dragged in, bleeding all over her body.

Her captors are knights in her white armor and priests with their faces covered.

“The Heretic Questioner?”

After recognizing who they were, Yan let out a low voice.

“Why, the church’s hidden powers…”

There were cuts all over Maria’s body, deep scars that even the dragon’s skin couldn’t stand.

“I’m not dead yet~ Because I don’t want Maria to die in Suinguk~ Even if it looks like this, she’s the current king’s sister, so if she really dies, I’ll have a hard time politically too~”

The eyes were half-blurred, but what was contained in them was the image of Iren, who had just finished praying.

“…Iren…Run away…Go…”

However, that cry was silenced to the point of futility by a man who jumped out from behind.

“Where is this lizard?! hehehe, Miss. Over there, that kid is this b*tch’s daughter. I knew I would be right here!”

There was a memory that I saw at the entrance of the village the other day, dressed in a shabby farmer’s outfit.

There was servility in the way he cringed toward Isabel.

“Well…Then what you promised…”

“Ah, yes, I did a great job of guiding you.”

Isabelle pulled out a small leather pouch from her bosom and handed it to her man.

The straps of the pocket loosened slightly, revealing that the inside was full of gold coins.

“Oh…Oh! Oh God! Thank you!”

“Yes, the goddess always rewards those who help her.”

The man who received the bag of gold coins giggled and spat at Maria, who was tied up.

”I didn’t like it from the moment I entered the village, but giggling, but the last one is a bit helpful, right?”

“…Kill…I’m going to throw you away…You, kill..Ye…Bu…R…Hey…!”

The vertically slit pupils sparkle with blood.

“Oops! Are you afraid to stay here, thank you. Sister!”

Soon after, the villagers quickly disappeared from the temple.

“What are you doing?”

“If you ask what I am doing- of course I am doing what I am supposed to do~”

Isabelle pointed behind her.

“That child is the hydra we were looking for. Just because a faithful believer reported it. I was able to catch him before he ran away.”

Behind her, Iren’s body trembled.

“Now then, warrior. Now is the time to do what has been set.”

Isabelle holding nothing. She came to me

Yan interrupted briefly, but-

“Remember the phoenix feather contract, wizard~ You shouldn’t interfere, right?”

“I’m sorry…”

Isabel, who made Yan get out of the way with a simple word, came towards me and she put her hand on the back of my hand.

Then he came close enough to touch the bridge of her nose and whispered her secret in his ear.

“Ah, you’re not a hero, are you a stranger from another world?”

“…..!”

She had goosebumps running down the back of her neck.

“Well, it doesn’t matter much. Whether it’s a hero or a stranger.”

“You…”

“Suddenly, at some point, nothing happened. The future and the past are all blocked up, I don’t know what the goddess did~”

Her purple hair tickled her face.

Hair swaying like living tentacles.

For some reason, it looked very familiar.

Even though I’ve never seen it before, a figure that seems so familiar to the eye and feels out of place appears in front of my eyes.

Purple tentacle-like hair and a swaying inside.

And an unknown sense of incongruity mingled with the laughing voice.

My head that won’t roll is forcibly squeezed out, and finally a word comes up from the consciousness beyond me that even I don’t know.

“…A foreign press?”

“Oh, have we met before?”

Isabel’s smile is distorted. No, the foreign press from the old past that had returned was right in front of her eyes.

At the same time, time slowly began to slow down.

In a world where everything has stopped, Isabel…

“Ah, not before. I guess you met me in the future?”

Nyarlathotep was laughing in front of me.