I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - Chapter 191



191 – The Altar of Consciousness (4)

[Eloran Marquisate Subjugation Report #1]

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# Results of the expedition

– Check the body of the Marquis of Eloran

– The Marquis’ body was decapitated, but his identity was confirmed through the Imperial Magician Corps.

– As of the time of writing this report, the life and assets of the Marquis of Eloran have been completely confiscated.

– The vassals and private soldiers under the Marquis of Eloran are executed or sentenced to long-term hard labor according to imperial law.

# significant

– Many dead bodies were discovered before the punitive force arrived.

– It is presumed that internal strife broke out after the order to suppress was issued.

– Acquire one survivor from the Marquis’ family who was caught up in internal strife

[Eloran Marquisate Subjugation Report #2]

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#Interrogation Overview

– Viscount Costa Glimont served as an officer for the Marquis of Eloran.

– He was mentally unstable due to the aftereffects of injuries such as amputation.

– The interrogation could not last long because the subject was in a weak state.

# Interrogation results

– It is believed that the Marquis of Eloran appointed an unidentified woman as his handmaiden before planning his rebellion.

– It is understood that the Marquis had a woman as his lover, but that caused friction with his family.

– Whenever the interrogator is reminded of the woman, he reacts with a refusal bordering on fear.

– The woman is suspected to be a liaison with the demon tribe, and is believed to have fled after killing witnesses who knew her face.

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[Sirien Illencia]

My axe sucked the blood clean off.

I swung my sword once and shook off the debris that could not be turned into divinity, and followed Isha’s guidance, stepping on the floor between the corpses.

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“I guess there really are a lot of shady corners. It must have been the most difficult for those who just quietly responded to the investigation. I didn’t know they would rush in like this without asking questions.”

“You didn’t know this would happen, did you?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know if the maid is here or on the Rajen side. I might not be able to find her at all.”

After the death of Temes, the divine order eventually fell into the hands of Baal.

This is a fact confirmed by Hybras and the Saintess of Time.

There was no doubt.

If so, there must be a contact somewhere to deliver Baal’s orders.

Even for saints and saintesses, contact with God carries with it considerable burden.

It was a very inefficient idea to have to go through the divinity of Temes every time you wanted to give an order for something to happen.

But that contact isn’t something that just anyone can do.

The Pantheon is located in the capital of the empire, and the Demons are the clear enemies of humanity.

It is impossible to even attempt it using normal methods.

‘But there was a successful precedent.’

When Nezra and Dekarabia were defeated.

The Marquis of Eloran, who was the real culprit behind everything, died a suspicious death.

I heard news that survivors had been found and interrogated, but there had been no significant progress.

The subject of the interrogation was not mentally sound, and his condition was so bad that he died quickly.

The Marquis’ ‘maid’ was never found.

In the end, the case was closed as the investigation became sluggish… … .

This time, I was caught in the crossfire again.

What if that ‘maid’ had a way to secretly travel between the Demon Lords and the Empire?

Killing a witness means he wanted to hide his face.

That must mean I had to come back again.

It was obvious where he would return to.

“A guiding light. A field of red rocks. A soul singing of peace.”

Death flowed into the temple of order following my divinity.

The laws that protected the knights were broken in vain, and the illusions I created successfully deceived the knights’ eyes.

On the battlefield, a moment of carelessness can cost you your life.

Isha’s sword took lives like harvesting crops.

Originally, the Paladins were a force specialized in defense.

Their role is to protect the saints or, as is the case now, to guard the temple.

Conversely, it was a job that would quickly become powerless if there was no saint to protect or without the support of a powerful divinity.

Even the overwhelming defensive power of the Paladins cannot be achieved alone.

Achilles is absent, and the temple of this order does not emanate the same immense divine power as usual.

Compared to him, I can use my power freely.

The further I went into the temple, the thicker the smell of blood became.

“But is it really okay to kill them all like this? It definitely won’t end with just a normal commotion.”

“It’s okay. There’s a way.”

There were certainly a lot of uncertainties this time around.

The most important thing is to find an excuse to blame Achleon for everything.

But Achilles is not a fool. He would have kept his shortcomings thoroughly hidden even on a regular basis.

You probably didn’t know I would use such drastic methods, but there’s no guarantee that you’ll find evidence just by looking into it.

But I am neither a righteous investigator nor a judge who is supposed to be fair.

Rather, my nature was somewhat on the vicious side.

‘Why do I have to solve problems in a fair way?’

I am Sirien Illencia.

The rightful head of the Illencia Grand Duchy and a saint of the Hybras Church.

I already have enough power, so why not use it?

If Achleon is willing to threaten the Crown Prince with Ellis’ life, I can do the same.

If Achleon claims innocence, I will create dust out of nothing.

If necessary, I will pour all the connections, power, and money I have available.

From the moment I was born, I learned how to survive in a battlefield ruled by trickery.

This ugly and dirty way of fighting is what I am most confident in.

I am confident that I will not give up no matter how the situation unfolds.

‘You’ll have to be very prepared. The Imperial court is more rotten than the Temple of the Gods.’

The political situation was also good.

The current emperor’s position is collapsing. In this situation, turning me into an enemy is tantamount to political suicide.

The Crown Prince will be satisfied if he is silenced by Ellis.

As long as the imperial court remained silent, the imperial court would be mine.

How could those who tremble in fear even before the Marquis of Eloran dare to defy me?

I’d rather believe the joke that the Pantheon is clean.

I don’t have to worry about the verdict being something I don’t like.

Because the judge who would make such a decision would not be able to attend the courtroom.

Even if you suddenly disappear one day and never return, it won’t be my fault.

“Don’t worry, kill them all. If you reduce your forces now, it will be easier later.”

“Yes, I was worrying for nothing. I have never failed in my faith in the Saintess.”

“Don’t worry. Even if things go wrong, I have the power to protect you.”

“No, it’s okay. I told you, right? The reason I’m fighting is because you’re my benefactor. I was just worried that you might get in trouble.”

“Okay… …thank you.”

* * *

When I got to Ellis, she was already unconscious.

Achleon was sitting on the corner of the altar, having exhausted all his strength, and Ellis was sprawled out on the altar with a blank expression.

“Ah, eugh… … eugh.”

So, it was a little different from what I had expected.

It was only natural that Ellis’ condition was strange.

If I knew what I was talking about, the Ellis of now wouldn’t be the Ellis I knew.

A Korean named Soyeon will slowly take root inside that body.

It is obvious that creating a saint artificially is not a simple task.

If your soul has changed in the meantime, it will take quite some time for it to settle down properly.

So it wasn’t Ellis that I found strange.

“Why on earth did it fail? Everything was clearly going smoothly. There can be no mistake in what Temes-sama said. Was the flesh that was used as the material impure? No, it was Temes-sama’s will to specify the flesh. I must have missed it somewhere… … .”

Achilles tousled his hair.

If left alone, he looked like he would tear out my hair.

One of the happiest things in the world is making fun of baldness.

It would have been fun to see Achilles with his hair all bald, but unfortunately I didn’t have much time.

There are more than a few things to check.

I’m also incredibly curious about the news of Sirien heading to Edelmarion, and I’m also curious about how Barbatos came to be after Lerazie died.

So, the first priority was to clean up this place.

“Hey. What the hell happened here? It doesn’t look like anything good.”

“Failed… … I failed.”

“You can tell just by looking at it.”

It seemed that Achilles had only just noticed me.

The way he looked at me seemed quite complicated, but soon all of those emotions were tinged with despair.

That doesn’t mean we failed to create a saint.

Because I felt a certain divine power from Ellis right now that I could feel it too.

Specifically, I should say that uncontrollable divinity is seeping out.

This saint’s consciousness was said to be an immutable destiny.

So the failure that Achilles spoke of might be a slightly different matter.

“Something… … something unknown intervened. That is, it was God. A God unknown to me intervened in the ritual. Asherel’s divinity took hold, but I do not know what was inside.”