Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 941



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The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 941

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“As I said, there are some things that cannot be explained by the existence of the Sanctuary alone.”

Whioooo!!

A priestess and Lennok are walking along a ruined street.

The remnants of a civilization that Anathema and the two Changsa shattered, that Lennok burned, and that the Apostle overturned and crushed again.

Lennok, who was walking behind a priestess holding a stone sword taller than herself, asked.

“I understand that even if you are a high-ranking apostle or a priestess, you need to prepare for ministry.”

“so?”

“How did you complete the preparations without even entering the city?”

The sanctuary defined by the Guido Church is to arbitrarily construct space and time that overlaps with the open sea and directly receive the will of the end.

However, even a high-ranking apostle needs a lot of preparation to arbitrarily declare sanctuary without regard for world boundaries.

The 10 Apostles Amrita, whom Lennok had previously dealt with, would also have found it difficult to build a sanctuary on her own if she had not borrowed the supernormal ability of revelation.

It is hard to believe that Ureka Naidri, who had just entered the satellite city, had completed the preparations for this.

But as soon as Ureka heard Lennok’s words, she burst into laughter.

“That’s how you pretend to know the former priestess. “You don’t even know what the headquarters has prepared?”

“I have had contact with a priestess, but I have never discussed human sacrifice.”

Lennok answered in a calm voice.

“It was an element I couldn’t understand. but… … She just understands that she was applying the same standard to herself.”

“… … .”

“The former priestess did not refuse to talk to outsiders. “But you seem different.”

“Rather, I would like to ask. “Why do we have to treat you like people like us?”

Ureka asked calmly.

“There’s no need to treat idiots who will suffer forever for not following the doctrine.”

“… … .”

“Why should we respect lazy people who have given up on trying when the right answer is right there with just a little effort?”

Sentai priestess Seina Naidri. She, or she, has a very extreme temperament even compared to the previous Izel Naidry.

Rather than being twisted by a murderous nature like Feisha, she is an evil person whose natural nature is extremely biased toward doctrine.

It’s surprising that such a woman rose to the rank of a priestess, but that’s why her awakened power is understandable.

A person with supernormal abilities who treats even the crazy apostle as a servant, and a person with the ability to establish a cordon using his original body’s outstanding military power.

If I hadn’t been confident in my own strength, I wouldn’t have gone to the field like this.

Lennok asked with an expressionless face.

“Can I interpret your very existence as the cult leader’s attitude toward the cult?”

“Hey, wizard.”

The priestess laughed in a sharp voice.

“It seems like you know something about this group, but there’s no point in deliberately provoking me.”

“… … .”

“Even if you don’t, his words are giving me a headache. Wouldn’t it be better if we just finish our business and part ways?”

“well.”

Lennok said, tilting his head towards Ureka.

“Don’t you think it would have some meaning to capture and kill the priestess who was serving as an apostle?”

It’s shaky… … !!

The moment you lightly squeeze and open your hand, a large electric current jumps through your fingertips.

Even though it hasn’t been long since the battle with Anathema ended, it still has significant magical power.

This is possible because the speed of magic recovery has also increased in proportion to the greatly increased amount of magic power since Lapis’ awakening.

A thunderbolt that turns the surroundings blue with just a brief gesture.

However, Ureka did not even raise an eyebrow when faced with Lennok’s magic.

“During the war against the Federation, we caught a nasty bug called Substitute Liquor. “I was researching a gold art that creates a substitute for sharing damage.”

Instead, he just suddenly started telling a random story.

“Even though we opened the cap of his head, pierced his brain, and subjected him to all kinds of torture, he did not confess to the elements of the technique. How do you think they stole that technique?”

The priestess smiled softly.

“When I brought in his sick wife and started torturing him, he started to talk like he was lying. “The very existence of alternative techniques was research for her wife.”

“… … .”

“If he hadn’t died as soon as he started torturing him, he would have sold out all the information about the leader of the Spell Alliance. “It was unfortunate in many ways.”

The existence of an alternative magic obtained from a master of the Spell Alliance.

Even if Lennok threatens her with force here, does she want to preach that the priestess herself is safe?

Ureka glanced back at Lennok and spoke leisurely.

“In order to protect his family, he studied gold magic using other humans as test subjects, but was killed by a human-eating apostle. “In this world, life is only worth so much.”

“… … .”

“In the end, humans struggle to survive, treating even fellow humans as expendable items. The only difference is where he aims.”

The priestess who stopped in front of Lennok smiled.

“And the end that this bug-like old man faced was just a struggle, no different from that.”

thud!!

The outskirts of the satellite city ruins. A hangar behind the airport facility that collapsed during the fierce battle with Sado.

Lennok was silent as he faced the corpse of Oshuto Duris, who had collapsed under the mechanical spider’s cockpit.

“Approximately 30 years ago, I made a contract with the church to save the life of my son, the heir to the workshop.”

Deep!!

Ureka, who had stabbed Oshuto in the chest with a stone sword, without hesitation dragged the body across the ground and started walking.

“I collected hair from patients suffering from the same disease and placed a curse on it. “I want to share the disease with other patients so that my son can get better.”

Grumbling… … !

The priestess spoke while rubbing the blood that flowed from the corpse on the ground like paint.

“I guess you thought you had finished the contract and forgotten about it forever. You probably thought that since you got what you wanted, you wouldn’t have anything to do with it for the rest of your life. but… … .”

Good!!

The priestess, who was dragging Oshuto’s corpse and drawing a blood-stained drinking circle, had a mysterious glow in her eyes.

“Original sin engraved in the soul never disappears. Even if you have forgotten it all your life, you will definitely pay the price when the church needs you.”

“… … .”

The reason the leader mourned the death of Oshuto Duris was not because he was truly innocent.

It was just because he knew that his death had been arranged to be used in this way.

Due to past karma, he died a meaningless death, and now he is paying the price by being humiliated and not even his corpse can rest.

The moment Lennoc frowned at that fact and raised his gaze in silence.

The priestess who drew the blood temple with Oshuto’s blood placed the corpse in the center of the temple and slammed the stone head down on it.

Kwasik!!

The image of a stone key fitting into the coin-sized hole between his eyes, as if it were a key.

The priestess who stabbed the corpse’s head with a stone head took a step back and at the same time began making hand signs.

“10,000,000. Urasinger. Vata method. “Changryun-gugyeol.”

A strong holy light swirls around the priestess while chanting a four-word word.

The intense thoughts of the open sea unfolding at such a speed that even Lennok was surprised.

The moment when the priestess, who had completed the ritual in an instant with such incredible talent and talent that it was hard to believe that she did not have the authority of a priest, pointed to the stone priest.

“Declaration of sanctuary.”

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!!!

A pillar of pale light exploded from the stone wall, instantly turning the surrounding area pure white.

A level 8 extremely capable person. The sanctuary of the religious order developed by offering the entire body and soul.

The ground beneath my feet turned into pure white marble, and the pillars of a magnificent pantheon rose up around me.

A miracle that changed space and time unfolded before Lennok’s eyes in an instant.

However, with the sanctuary she had created in front of her eyes, Ureka took a step back.

She stepped back with her arms crossed, looked at Lennok, and shrugged her shoulders.

“Having to open a sanctuary to non-believers who don’t even believe in the doctrine is an unpleasant experience I never want to have again.”

“… … .”

“Go in. What are you doing?”

The priestess smiled fiercely.

“He himself wants to see you. “She cares more about you than me, the priestess, so is she going to refuse that favor?”

After completing the task, the jealousy and disdain that had been hidden are revealed without hesitation.

It’s as if he wants to kill Lennok right now and doesn’t know what to do.

“You’d better keep that in mind. “A miracle like today, where a religious priestess works for non-believers, will never happen again.”

The priestess looked at Lennok’s back as he stood in front of the sanctuary without saying a word, with shining eyes.

As if he was going to remember that image from now on.

“I hope to see you again alive.” Wizard.”

“… … “I hope so.”

Lenok quietly responded to Ureka’s non-thankful words and took a step into the sanctuary.

At the same time, Lennok’s consciousness also sank, as if he had been sucked into someone’s memories.

* * *

Wow… … !!

Tens of thousands of shouts and applause could be faintly heard in my ears.

From beyond the temple, the voices of believers can be heard as if they are desperately calling, praising, or pleading for someone.

‘Huh, oh oh… … !!’

The sight of an old man shaking and sweating in a crowd of believers.

We pass believers wearing robes covering their faces and reciting doctrine with stern expressions.

A memory of an old man walking down a dark hallway with a guide after offering a small artifact to a member of the cult.

Lennok was looking at the old man right next to him.

“… … .”

Memories of Oshuto Duris, who came to the church alone to cure his son’s illness.

Was there a need for a successor to pass on the workshop? Or maybe she just loved her son that much.

A huge door located at the end of a dark hallway illuminated only by a pale lamp.

At the same time as the guide took a slight step back, the old man slowly opened the door and walked inside.

A huge room filled with brilliant white light, completely contrasting with the darkness of the hallway.

Woah!

A transparent veil emitting a soft light fills the room, fluttering and blocking the view.

Correctional technicians wearing pure white armor stood on the left and right sides of the room and stared at the old man with indifferent eyes.

The wind blowing through my ears feels cold, not just cool.

The moment when Oshuto, slightly trembling and kneeling, slowly kissed the cold marble floor.

Phew!

The veil parted to the left and right, and an elderly woman in formal attire walked out.

Izel Naidri, a former priestess. She is a fairly familiar face to Lennok.

In the Far East Branch, the woman who died after being taken by Amrita was greeting Oshuto in her memories.

In one hand, he is holding a circular stone tablet that seems to imitate a halo, and in the other hand, he is holding a pendant with a six-pointed star engraved on it.

As soon as she appears, the orthodontic technicians simultaneously kneel down on one knee and bow their heads.

Even the fluttering veil became quiet, giving the illusion of silence so that her words could be easily heard.

This was the period when the denomination was most actively expanding. A scene that proves how powerful her authority was as she performed the role of a priest.

Izel Naidry, who was looking at Oshuto who was kissing the floor with an expressionless face, said.

[For a request from the meister of the arcane workshop to come to me in person, this is truly an earthly request.]

‘… … .’

[Human life is like a grain of sand in the sea of ​​fate. Your son’s illness is also a mandate from heaven that you must accept, so why should you go against it?]

Ezel, who seemed to be quite old even at the time, had an incredibly powerful voice in his voice.

The power, authority, and pride of the priestess who led the church during its heyday were so clearly felt that one could touch them.

Ezel, who was looking at Oshuto, who did not respond, shook his head.

[In consideration of my connection with Traveche, I will do something unheard of this time, so take the artifact offered to the sanctuary and return. There is only this much mercy that can be given to non-believers.]

‘… … My son.’

At that moment, Oshuto spoke in a heavy voice.

‘My son is much more talented than me. This is the child who will lead the workshop in place of the old man who became a craftsman because he was afraid of holding a knife.’

[You’re trying to test my patience.]

Ezel sighed softly.

[He may be a bit talented, but in the end, he is just an unblessed fence. Do you really want to pay attention to the rise and fall of this organization?]

‘… … .’

[If you have called yourself a weapons dealer and have watched the actions of many people, you cannot accept the fact that your turn has come.]

‘If it were my turn, I would have endured as much as I could. But my son… … !!’

Oshuto hit his head on the floor and cried out as if he was coughing up blood.

‘Not my son. ‘A child who is not yet ten years old, what crime has he committed that should be taken away from him?’

[…] … .]

‘I understand there is time until the end. ‘My son still has time left in this world.’

Oshuto said while hitting his forehead on the stone floor.

‘That’s enough. So please… … .’

“… … .”

Memories of the day when the Order and Oshuto made a deal with their son’s life.

However, Izel Naidry’s attitude as if he was trying to dissuade Oshuto’s request was quite interesting.

Although the tone of speech was maddening, the content itself was closer to advice not to get hung up on meaningless things.

Unlike his later years when he was crazy about eternal life and tried to take away the body of an apostle, was his personality quite flexible in the past?

[Does even a merchant who sells death retreat like this before the love of flesh and blood? It’s pathetic.]

Ezel clicked his tongue and walked forward, raising his stone sword.

[good night. However, you must remember that the moment you borrow her abilities from her real wife, she will definitely return in return someday in return.]

‘… … .’

[This is because at heart you are a non-believer who does not support the doctrine of all gods, and because you desire power for personal reasons rather than for the greater good.]

Kwasik!!

The eyes of Izel, who stuck the tip of the stone head into the back of Oshuto’s head, glowed coldly.

[Even when you die, you will regret this choice today.]

‘I will accept any price that has to be paid with my life and death.’

If you apply just a little more force to the stone on the back of his head, it looks like it will pierce his head and pop out between his eyebrows.

However, even as Oshuto watched the blood dripping down her head, she crawled over and kissed the priestess’s feet.

Even with the disdainful looks of the correctional technicians watching him inside the sanctuary, Oshuto stammered.

‘So, God. Please save my son.’

It’s ironic.

Watching the transaction between a person who has already been destroyed and two people who have already been destroyed.

Also, the ending of Izel Naidry and Oshuto Duris was twisted in a completely different way than this moment.

Izel, who scolded human life for its meaninglessness, took the body of an apostle and died painfully while dreaming of eternal life.

Oshuto Duris, who made a deal with the church to save his son, left without even noticing that he was dying.

It’s all because the fates of the two people changed and went astray as needed.

Everything that was promised and destined in this world is changed by those who do not belong to this world.

The reason why I bring up this memory now is probably to remind Lennok of its absurdity once again.

“Isn’t that so, cult leader?”

Lennok asked, looking beyond the veil swaying behind Izel Naidry.

The sight of her frozen in place with a stone spear stuck in the back of Oshuto’s head.

It was a strange scene, with Oshuto and the other orthodontists bowing their heads in a dazzling room, not moving at all.

However, from the beginning, Lennok was aware of the fact that this memory itself was a landscape unfolded by someone’s will.

Otherwise, the memories of Oshuto, who died long ago and became a sacrifice in the sanctuary, would not have been recreated here.

Lennok observed it without necessarily rejecting it or urging it on.

It was because I knew that this moment itself was the result of coincidence.

At that moment, a whispering sound pierced through Lennok’s mind.

[It is impossible to know which of the pebbles thrown into the lake will reach the other side… … .]

“… … .”

[Therefore, I plan to go beyond the past and the future, make an indefinite promise, and face it again in reality… … .]

A faint whisper that seemed to be leaking not from the eardrums, but from the back of the head.

An illusion as if the will and will of another person is coming from deep within the heart.

However, Lennok already knew that this was echoing beyond the veil, not within him.

A landscape beyond the veil that does not exist in Oshuto Duris’ memories.

A secret from the pantheon that even Izel Naidry himself would never have revealed to him.

However, the moment a decades-long contract is established between a priest and an unbeliever, he stands there as evidence.

Once again, I am watching this moment across time and space.

[Time meets each other at a crossroads that even we cannot understand. I wait for every moment like that… … .]

Noise mixes above the tones leaking beyond the veil to form language, and it reaches Lennok like this again.

Yeah, it’s always like this.

A memory of someone who no longer exists.

A sanctuary for someone who remains imprinted in that place even beyond life and death.

In a coincidence that may not have even begun. At the end of a relationship that we would never have faced if it weren’t for now.

He always exists alone like that.

A transcendent person who relies on the memories and beliefs of others, but is therefore freer from the rules of the world than anyone else.

The cult leader looked down at Lennok and smiled.

[Long time no see… … . It may not feel that way to you.]