I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - Chapter 159



159 – Gamigin (1)

The bed in the cabin was so dusty that it was unusable.

So we used this cabin only to avoid the wind, and when we slept, we used the camping gear we brought.

Neither Nana nor Sirien wanted to sleep in that bed.

Without Therion and Henna, I felt like I was going to have a nightmare.

So the next morning.

We foolishly lit the cabin on fire.

The old tree burned, sending black smoke into the sky.

Soon after, a crashing sound was heard from inside.

We decided to go back, leaving our regrets and sorrows buried in the ashes.

We’ll make a little better shelter here.

It can’t be made flashy, because it would be a problem if the secret leaked out.

Still, it won’t make the descendants of the Illencia family shed tears upon seeing it.

Sirien was staring at the cabin with blank eyes.

“Let’s go back, Sirien. To our real home.”

* * *

After completing my journey to the past, I returned to the Grand Duchy of Illencia.

It was a little late in the evening.

Fortunately, nothing major happened while we were away.

If it gets a little later, the search for the Forgotten Forest will begin?

It was a bit later than planned, but it was okay as long as I got back on time.

As soon as she arrived, Sirien checked the letters that had been sent to her.

It is not something that just anyone can look at that has arrived at the hands of Grand Duke Illencia, and some of it may contain quite important information.

As expected, Sirien, who was leafing through the letters, opened her eyes wide.

“Razen, do you want to watch this together?”

“You want to come see it together? Who sent you?”

“Baron Isquente. I asked you for something last time. I think you sent it for that.”

“I guess we don’t really need that anymore… … Okay. Let’s take a look.”

Sirien and I sat next to each other on the sofa in the office.

The body heat from her side. Sirien picked up a letter while feeling the soft skin touching her.

“I’ll read the one that came first.”

Red seal on light blue envelope.

It seemed that he had prepared well for it, as he could feel a rather complex magical power in the seal.

It was a typical Baron Iskente way. He may be frivolous in his actions, but he is a very trustworthy person.

The letter was written in a very old-fashioned font.

– Woof woof woof woof woof… …

These are strange letters whose identity is unknown.

Sirien frowned.

I looked inside the envelope again just in case, but there wasn’t a speck of dust inside.

I had no choice but to read more of the letter first.

Fortunately, the bottom of the letter wasn’t filled with strange letters.

It was a very fortunate thing for Baron Iskente.

If I had really done something like that, Sirien would have grabbed me by the collar right now.

– How are you? I’m intoxicated by the rhythm that resonates in my mind these days.

– Everyone has their own melody. It’s the melody you hear when you close your eyes and get carried away.

– Hasn’t everyone had that experience? Playing a rhythm in your head that you’ve never heard before. If you haven’t, that’s a real shame.

… …

– Sometimes I think, Oh, if only I had studied music a little more, I could have played this melody for everyone.

– I think I’ll start slowly, even now.

no.

It seemed that Baron Iskente’s collar would not remain.

I read the letter to the end with Sirien, but there was nothing of any nutritional value.

Most of it… … or rather, the entire content was just this kind of nonsense.

It was the kind of nonsense the Baron would say himself, and his voice seemed to be playing in my head.

Sirien, enraged, was about to tear up the letter, but stopped as if a thought occurred to her.

“If this is not the case, let us go to Baron Iskente as soon as the sun rises tomorrow.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to pull out all your hair.”

“oh my god.”

The letter landed on a candle that was spreading its fragrant scent throughout the office.

The end of the letter paper seemed to burn slightly and disappear, and then the words the Baron had written disappeared as if washed away.

Sirien chuckled.

Fortunately, the Baron kept his hair.

– I heard you left the Grand Duke’s office for a while.

– I was wondering if I should send this letter to Edelmarion or the Archduke, but after much thought, I decided to send it to the Archduke. After all, the Saintess probably has more people in the Archduke than in Edelmarion.

– If the envelope I sent isn’t red, it means someone has tried to read it. I’ve taken steps to make it change color over time.

– And if you didn’t read the part where I said I would do music, then there was something wrong with the letter. In that case, please destroy the letter.

Sirien looked at the envelope again.

All we could see was a light blue envelope.

There was certainly nothing wrong with the seal on the seal, but in this case, the Baron’s words are a bit more reliable.

Someone tampered with the letter that was meant to be read by the Grand Duke of Illencia.

He was also skilled enough to replicate the seal of a nobleman.

That meant someone was following us.

“Hmm… … . Someone who touches my letter. There are too many things to touch, so it’s a problem.”

“Let’s finish reading it first. It seems like something worth reading this time.”

“okay.”

Sirien began reading the letter again.

– I am writing to give you a progress report on what you mentioned earlier.

– It wasn’t easy because the matter was so serious. If what you said is true, the whole world will immediately object, and if I do something wrong, they will become my enemies.

– Let me tell you in advance that I have not touched any of the ancient books or theological books circulating within the empire. If that is the case, the saintess is much better than I am.

– So, I started my research by focusing on the folktales from the northern part of the empire.

It wasn’t a bad direction to set.

Sirien and I had already finished researching books that could be officially obtained.

It would be impossible for Baron Isquente to obtain something that did not exist even in the Pantheon.

In particular, it would have been very suspicious for a baron who had no interest in theology to suddenly start searching through the book market.

– As you know, there are quite a few unmanaged areas in the northern part of the empire.

– There are places where descendants of ancient conquered tribes live quietly in hiding, and the area near the front lines is practically abandoned except for military camps.

– Since the front lines were quiet, I was able to wander around under the pretext of calming down the area.

Sometimes oral tradition can be passed down across time.

It won’t be recorded unless there’s a special reason, but it won’t disappear unless everyone who knows the story dies.

An old story told by her grandmother. Her granddaughter, who grew up listening to the story, will one day tell the story to her own children.

If you think about it, we heard the answer through Edwin, so you could say it’s the power of word of mouth.

As expected, a similar story came from the Baron.

– Please keep in mind that what I have researched is nothing more than a fairy tale.

– Do you know about the God of Time? First, I will assume that you do. As for theology, the saintess knows much more than I do, and even if you don’t know, you will quickly get the answer.

– Among the tales of the northern immigrant peoples, there were quite a few tales about the Saintess of Time.

What the Baron brought was a kind of love story.

It is said that in the distant past, there was a kingdom where demons and humans lived together, and the Saint of Time was the princess of that kingdom.

One day, the saint fell in love.

Although the partners were different in each story, it seems that their love was truly profound.

As the doctrine of Hebras says, all life has an end. The saint was about to face death.

But the saint did not want to end her love.

Time has turned back across the entire continent.

The saint continued her love affair as if nothing had happened.

The god of time, Sonarq, favored his saintess and granted her any wish.

The fact that time had been turned back was known only to the saint herself, and she also had the blatant love of a god and the power of a mighty kingdom.

That is why the Saint of Time continued her eternal love.

God of Death. Until Hybras became angry.

– If we combine it with the previous story, it seems that the God of Time at that time formed an alliance with the Demons and fought.

– According to the story, it seems that the high-ranking demon lords who survived until now also participated in the war… … I’m not sure about this.

– Baal, Agares, Vassago, Gamigin, Marbas. Even the names of Barbatos and Eligos appear.

– Since the names are not certain, it is hard to shake the idea that they just threw in the names of famous demon lords. However, there was one thing they all had in common.

When I saw the last sentence, I couldn’t help but recall recent memories.

The illusion that Hybras had shown. It was the image of Edwin sweeping through the ancient battlefield.

– It was said that the one who killed the Saint of Time and ended the war was the guardian of the God of Death.

– There is also a rumor that the current Aktania Gate is where the Temple of Time once stood.

– Next time, I’d like to investigate the area near the gate a bit more.