I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - Chapter 206



206 – Baal (3)

After Hybras returned, Sirien suffered from severe body aches due to the backlash.

It wasn’t like I had any injuries or anything. I just felt like I had a really bad cold.

My body became hot like a ball of fire and then completely collapsed.

I tried calling on Isabelle and the Saints of Charity in the hopes that they might help, but they said that it was not a problem that could be solved through divinity.

The two saints said in unison that if you just lie down and rest, you will feel better as if you had a shower.

Somehow it felt like he was looking at me like a fool.

Well, what can I do? This is the middle of a battlefield.

Even lying on Reheim’s soft bed, he would not have felt comfortable.

Seeing Sirien groaning in the poor position, I felt as if a part of my heart was being ripped out.

But my lord was actually snickering.

“Hehehe… … Was it worth the pain? Two Rajens… … Three Rajens… … . Huh, four? Three?”

“Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep. Your fever hasn’t even gone down yet.”

“A lullaby… …you sang me a while ago. Now rub my calves. I feel like they’re all stiff.”

“Okay. Is there anywhere more uncomfortable?”

“Ugh. My eyes are spinning. Oh, it’s okay. Isn’t it?”

“… … .”

It seemed like it would be difficult to hear a proper story.

Since you said it would be okay, I guess I’ll just have to believe it.

As I rubbed her calves, Sirien also closed her eyes gently.

It won’t take long to fall asleep.

That’s because I was talking nonsense every time I woke up, but as soon as I closed my eyes again, I was breathing heavily.

I continued to rub her calves for a few more minutes, even though I knew she was asleep.

I thought that this might help relieve some of the pain.

It’s frustrating.

I can’t be the one who gets sick for you.

This was especially true because I couldn’t just watch from the sidelines.

I felt like I was going to resent Hybras for no reason, but I shook my head and stopped myself.

I guess that just seemed too blasphemous.

It was never because the parties involved were listening.

“It’s a new feeling. You have always been disrespectful.”

“I’m not that shameless. If you’re going to blame me, then blame my shortcomings.”

“Still, the answer isn’t bad.”

It is my job to protect Sirien.

Of course, both failure and success were burdens I had to bear.

I will not hand over this role to anyone else.

Anyway, Hybras, who had subdued the god of darkness, did not just leave.

I tore the body of the dead god to create a holy relic, and that holy relic is still in my hands.

This relic creates a passage between me and Hybras.

Although it seemed like the relics were disappearing every time Hybras spoke, it was okay to hear stories like this every now and then.

Well… … It’s not like Hybras left this behind just to chat with me.

“Have you thought about it?”

“I don’t think it was really a problem to worry about.”

“Think wisely. This is a contract that cannot be broken as long as God exists. I have no intention of disappearing easily, so no one knows when the next contract holder will appear.”

“Why are you pretending to be so worried? You must have suggested this method because you thought it was the only way. I may be an impious believer, but I am not an unbeliever.”

Baal’s words yesterday were not entirely wrong.

The guy took over the power of the dark god in his living body.

And causality intervenes more fatally in gods than in living mortals.

If it was subduing the same god, then it would be understandable – Hybras’s direct killing of Baal was clearly an intervention that transcended causality.

We could hardly have predicted what kind of repercussions that would have on us.

He can summon the power of God at will, but we cannot do the same.

However, it is also absurd to say that Hybras comes down every time the God of Darkness appears.

If you keep doing that, Sirien’s body won’t be able to handle it.

This time, luckily, Barbatos intervened, but there was no guarantee that he would do so again.

“So what exactly do I need to do?”

“Is there only one more thing I can ask you to do?”

In the end, it was a stabbing.

* * *

Now that Baal and Barbatos are facing off.

You have to pull up your strength when you have free time.

The most urgent thing was a card to counter the God of Darkness.

It is true that the power of Hybras boasts the best compatibility with darkness.

But if the absolute amount is small, then all that is meaningless.

The second place was the Demon King Agares. And the third place was Vassago, who was also defeated miserably by Baal.

Until now, Baal had been unable to freely manipulate fate thanks to the protection of Hybras.

That alone would have avoided defeat, but it didn’t solve the gap.

We still haven’t gotten a single hit from Baal.

Even the immediate victory was achieved on a battlefield without Baal.

After going around and around, in the end, it was a mountain that we, no, I, had to overcome.

“Um… … I had a vague idea that this would happen.”

So this method was the best.

I can’t burden Sirien any more, so naturally I’m the only one left.

We had to increase our links with Hebras.

At the same time, I needed to perfect my sword.

I feel like I’ve grown.

It’s definitely stronger than before,

Still, I felt like something was missing.

My current black hair is somewhere disorganized and is shedding unnecessary material.

It was necessary to go through a process of finding the right answer through various means.

But there was no one to bump into.

Because it’s impossible to clash with other Sword Masters at full power in the middle of a battlefield.

For me, there was a gift prepared by Hebras.

At the shrine of Hybras – Edwin took up the sword.

“Do you have a lot to say? I’m a bit desperate right now.”

“No. Okay. Let’s get started right away. That’s the way the inspectors do it.”

“Yes. I will not give in to the first attack.”

It was power from the beginning.

The black aura engulfed the ashen gray.

A color that looked similar to Isha’s, but it was a much more gloomy and dull gray-ish black.

A mythical age that has not even been recorded.

A nameless hero who was a key player in the holy war.

Now it was my turn to take his place.

Instead of taking on more responsibilities, you will be able to receive more power.

Contrary to my expectations that our swords would clash and cause a strong shock, Edwin did not clash his swords with mine.

The two blades only touched for a moment, and his sword quickly aimed for my side.

It’s fast. It overlaps with the power of courtesy, so much so that it’s impossible to respond.

Surely my body would be asleep next to Sirien.

Blood spurted out with sharp pain.

“Slow. Didn’t I tell you? I can’t imagine you being defeated from the front. Then, just don’t aim for the front.”

“Damn it! I’ve been blocking you from the front so far!”

“That can’t be true. As a prosecutor, you are already strong enough. If what you say is true, there is a problem somewhere else.”

This is ridiculous.

This isn’t the first time I’ve crossed swords with Edwin.

I knew he was strong. Since a part of his memory was gone, I also expected that he wasn’t in perfect condition.

But this… … I never imagined this much.

Just five sums.

I couldn’t even properly face the sword before my head was blown off.

The sensation of my entire shoulder flying away remained as a phantom pain.

If it weren’t for the protection of Sirien and the other Sword Masters, would Baal have suffered so much?

My head felt like it was burning hot.

“Oh, that hurts so bad. Let’s keep going. Dying isn’t a big deal!”

Death continued to bring terrible suffering.

Every part of the body is slashed by blades. Limbs are cut and severed.

They say you can die a hundred or a thousand times here, but that doesn’t mean the pain will go away.

But what was more unbearable than that was the cruel future.

If Edwin is at this level, then Baal must be at the same level.

What if Hybras doesn’t protect us like he does now? What if I die in vain?

Sirien might repeat the same tragedy again.

It is a fate that has finally been overcome.

Now we too will be happy – that brightly smiling face would not leave my mind.

I would have gladly suffered a fake death like this to protect that happiness.

Edwin shouted harshly.

“Don’t waste your destructive power! Use that stupidly strong sword energy!”

Crunch.

“Your sword is your own creation! A sword master’s intuition is far superior to reason. I have already given you the answer, so you just need to figure out why. You need to figure out where your sword is pointing!”

Phew.

“If you don’t know, go back to the beginning! Question everything! Let go of all the attachments you’ve accumulated so far!”

Crunch.

I didn’t have much time.

Edwin never showed mercy to me, even though he found my faults in his own way.

Even though I died countless times, I eventually made progress towards the correct answer little by little.

Strangely enough, in the midst of the dizzying pain, my mind began to clear up.

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At some point, it seemed like I was swinging my sword without any sense of purpose.

The moment the swords clashed with that clear sound – I came up with my first answer.