Grave Keeper of the Fallen Kingdom - Chapter 205



The situation in Positirium was not that good, but the same was true in the Holy Kingdom.

“We must send a delegation.”

The pouty-haired Heron was absolutely opposed to friction with the Avengers.

High-ranking priests of the Holy Kingdom have heard things about the power of the saint.

An incident from just 100 years ago. The records remained intact, and his traces were still buried in the Positirium.

The recorded inaction of the saint is so outstanding that it cannot even be compared to Aston, the current pope.

That was a fact proven during the Siege of Bastian, and warning bells rang continuously in Heron’s head.

“This is simply an expedient. “We need to buy as much time as possible through negotiations and encourage appeasement.”

“Heron, don’t talk like a dream. It was the Holy Kingdom that sealed the Saint. Do you think he will be appeased?”

Osilia disagreed with Heron.

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“The spirit of the saint is not yet complete. “If you use that, it’s entirely possible.”

“On the contrary, that’s what makes it more difficult. It’s the same as when a child gets hurt. Do you think those wounds will be easily healed with just a few words?”

“Osilia. You seem to be optimistic. Have you not seen the saint’s inaction? It has already surpassed the human category. He is a man who has risen to the rank of superhuman. “He is God’s favorite child.”

“Then are you saying you want to leave the saint’s immortal armor as is? It’s one of the three gods of my country. “The saint is now a criminal.”

The conflict between the two intensified, and the opinions of the other cardinals were divided.

This is because both people’s opinions made sense.

“I don’t know why God hasn’t taken the divine power from that guy yet.”

At that time, one of the cardinals complained and complained.

It could be said to be a blasphemous thought, but it was the same in the case of Doukas and the saint’s work.

They could not understand God’s thoughts.

Of course, I didn’t say it out loud.

“God just sympathizes with everyone’s pain and takes care of them. Human affairs must be solved by humans. “That is also our mission as we have received God’s grace.”

Aston, who could not hear anything, stepped forward to mediate them.

“I will send a delegation.”

Osilia narrowed her brows as if dissatisfied, but did not raise any objections to his opinion.

Unlike other countries, the will of the Pope is the will of God.

Moreover, in the last battle, I saw him use two of the three sacred weapons.

A human being recognized by God simply by handling sacred objects, which are God’s objects.

It may have been Aston Cash before he became Pope, but since he became Pope, Aston Cash was absolute within the Holy Kingdom.

“Form a delegation. Heron.”

“All right. His Holiness.”

* * *

Positirium Fortress.

A green-haired woman walking through the corridors of a complex maze-like fortress. Marita Vanidi.

After receiving guidance, I arrived at the room where Saint and Clark were and went inside.

Rattling.

“You’re here. Please sit down.”

As if he had been waiting for her, Clark brought out the tea and placed it on the table.

“it’s okay. “Because I don’t eat things like this.”

“All right.”

“It doesn’t taste good. “I just don’t understand how other people eat this kind of food.”

“therefore. “Are you and I a good fit?”

“however… , joy. Okay, why did you come here?”

When the saint answered, trying to push away Marita’s favor, she smiled and continued speaking.

“I heard the news. “I heard that the priests of the Holy Kingdom cowardly targeted your colleagues?”

At Marita’s words, the expression on Clark’s face, sitting next to the saint, slightly twitches.

“that’s right! “They are bad guys.”

“therefore. If you’re going to stick with it, you should stick with it fairly. “How could you so shamefully target a colleague?”

“That’s it! “How surprised I was-.”

“There is nothing fatal about war. “In particular, attacking weak points is a basic tactic.”

Clark answered, interrupting the saint.

“Clark! Why are you weak? no. Something like that.”

“That’s what it says. “Saint.”

“yes?”

Marita, feeling that Clark was keeping her in check, changed the topic.

“The reason I came here is to tell you that we saved you even by sacrificing ourselves for your injustice.”

“I’d like to tell you that we didn’t ask for it.”

“Hmph, I don’t think that’s the attitude you would give to someone who saved you? “Have you lost all manners after spending so many years locked in a closet?”

“Thank you so much for saving us. “Is there something you want?”

“No, I don’t want anything. however… … , I do that because I’m frustrated. “It means giving up the Holy Kingdom that made you like this.”

“I guess the Black Star wants us to attack the Holy Kingdom.”

Marita is losing patience with Clark’s increasingly aggressive attitude and is increasingly having trouble managing her facial expressions.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Can I come in for a moment?”

“come in.”

A subordinate comes in and urgently whispers something to Clark.

When he heard those words, his expression became distorted and he glanced at Marita and pursed his lips.

“i get it. “Go out.”

After his subordinate leaves, Clark whispers to the saint sitting next to him.

And then he stands up.

“It looks like another guest has arrived. “The two of you, let’s talk and then go.”

Clark leaves and Marita smiles.

The intruder has disappeared and I am wondering how to roast and boil the saint, but he turns his head and lies down on the sofa.

“what?”

“huh? “Isn’t the story over?”

There were wrinkles around her eyes.

‘Ah, your face will be ruined. ‘Tsk.’

She smiled softly and urgently.

“wake up. “The story isn’t over yet.”

“I have nothing to talk about. If you want to go, go. “I’ll just follow Clark.”

The forehead wrinkles again.

‘This cocky little guy… … .’

She smiled and continued speaking.

“Isn’t that what you’re talking about? “Kid?”

“kid? “I’m twice as old as you!”

“Hmph, then what do you do? “He looks like a kid on the outside.”

“I said no!”

“Then you better act so as not to look like a kid. If you act like that, of course you won’t look like a kid, right? “The inside of a person is more important than the outside.”

“I’m not usually like this, am I? ruler! look! “You sat up straight, right?”

He hastily corrected his posture.

‘Then that’s right. ‘Is there anything wrong with you?’

“Then shall we talk calmly, adult to adult?”

As Marita spoke leisurely, resting her chin, a shallow smile appeared on the saint’s lips.

– Sir, the woman of black s*x will definitely try to create conditions for conversation by touching your pride in some way. Just listen with one ear and let it out with the other. You absolutely have to do that.

‘Are you really doing as Clark says? Clark is really great. Are you saying don’t listen to what I say? ‘That’s easy!’

Marita began to explain why the Holy Kingdom should be attacked again, and the Holy Spirit listened with one ear and let it go with the other, just like Clark said.

“Are you listening to me?”

“uh? Yes! of course!”

No one was listening.

Marita gritted her teeth.

* * *

The guest who came to Fortress Positirium was a delegation sent from the Holy Kingdom.

It was said that he did not want to be at odds with the saint’s avenger force.

These were words that Clark had already expected. Clark ended the conversation quickly and walked away because he left the saint alone and there was no substance to the content.

At that time, a cold-looking man with pale, red skin appeared in front of Clark as he entered the hallway.

“you are… … .”

Clark, facing the man, urgently looks around, but sees no one.

“this… … !”

As she tried to hold the emergency communication device in her arms, she was stopped by a man’s arm.

“Look into my eyes.”

Aison, an executive of the Black Star.

His eyes darkened and he met Clark’s gaze.

“… … Ugh.”

Clark’s eyes become tinged with strange darkness, he loses focus, and the corner of his mouth trembles.

“Now, wait a minute. What did I do… … .”

When he regained consciousness, he looked around.

There was no one around.

“My money. “My wealth!”

He hurriedly ran towards the envoy he had sent back a moment ago.

The delegation that had not yet escaped from Positirium was captured.

“Do you want to go outside and talk some more?”

The delegation leader, taken aback by Clark’s sudden request, nodded and went out.

The gatekeeper of the fortress looked puzzled at the delegation leaving with Clark, but sent them on their way.

Clark is the second-in-command of the Avengers. It was their head.

He said he would take care of it.

“First of all, I have to report to the saint. Hey, go and report.”

The gatekeeper ordered the assistant gunner to do it.

“yes!”

The deputy gunner hurriedly ran inside the fortress.

Meanwhile, the delegation and Clark went outside the fortress.

As you enter the dry forest, you see a small tree house.

“This is the shelter I created.”

“That’s fascinating. “The road is so complicated that not everyone can get in.”

The high priest who came as the representative of the delegation took note of every corner so as not to forget this location.

“But why do you want to come here and talk?”

The high priest was puzzled.

If he wanted to harm them, it was enough within Positirium, and if he went out to such a remote area, Clark’s life would only be in greater danger.

“I heard that you brought quite a bit of wealth for negotiations this time.”

“Yes, that’s right. But you clearly won’t receive it… … .”

“I changed my mind.”

“yes? So you’re saying you’ll receive it?”

“yes. “I plan to take it all.”

“… … “What is that?”

The atmosphere was completely different from when we spoke earlier.

The high priest, who noticed something strange, hurriedly retreated and warned the members of the delegation, and at the same time, the surrounding scenery darkened and the light disappeared.

“Why did you call me here?”

“… … .”

Clark disappeared into the darkness. And the low voice that comes from within.

“To take away everything you have.”

At the same time, sharp claws protruded from the darkness and wrapped around the delegation as if they were going to devour it.

The sound of flesh bursting and bones grinding rang out.

Clark, who had been standing dazed in that bizarre scene, suddenly came to his senses, and the darkness cleared, revealing a pile of corpses of massacred envoys.

“… … why me?”

“Why, isn’t it because I covet their items so much?”

And Aison appeared next to him.

Clark, who made eye contact with him, guessed that something had gone wrong and quickly shook his head.

“What have you done to me?”

“It just stimulated desire.”

“Do not try to be deceived by the false words of human desire. “I have no such desire.”

“Huh, so?”

“after… … , I’m breaking into a cold sweat. “I took a hit.”

Clark said that and took out a small handkerchief from his pocket.

Just as he was about to bring it to his face, Aeson’s fingernails cut off his wrist.

Tuk.

The handkerchief was stained with red blood, and a small egg was rolling around inside it.

“Did you think such shallow water would work?”

Clark’s face became serious. He didn’t scream even when he felt the pain of having his arm cut off, but his eyes became red as he thought about the catastrophe that was about to happen.

“Saint… … . “Thank you for taking care of this ugly old man.”

As he mutters as if he has given up on everything, Ison laughs.

“Don’t worry. “Because you will become a hostage controlling the saint, neither dead nor alive.”

He flopped down.

And then tears drip from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

“Only the saint… … . He has already suffered for 100 years. Please pamper this old man. I know everything… … .”

slap!

Aison, who slapped Clark’s cheek, looks down at him lying on the floor with cold eyes.

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“Shut up and just stay alive. “Don’t flaunt your mouth presumptuously.”

Clark, who kept his mouth shut even when he was hit, was grabbed and dragged away by Ison, shedding tears incessantly.

* * *

The assistant gunner came to visit Seong belatedly after Marita passed away.

“Saint.”

“why? “What’s going on?”

“There has been no news from Master Clark since he went out with the delegation. “You don’t even receive any contact.”

“… … what? “What does that mean!!”

A saint shouts in surprise.

When he heard that Clark had disappeared, his eyes shook as if there was an earthquake.

“I think I was kidnapped by the Holy Kingdom.”