I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 330



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Episode 330

I had a similar conversation with Verita the other day.

– You’re talking about the fact that you came into contact with me. Do the other believers know about it?

– Yes.

– How many people do you know?

– There are ten people including me.

According to Verita, among the colorless believers, at least ten people know my true identity.

The reason I set it at a minimum is because there is no guarantee that the guys who heard that Verita told ten people will not spread it.

And from here on out, it’s pure speculation… … .

I wondered if that boy was among those ten.

If someone is close to being an S-class hero, then they are probably an elite among the colorless believers.

Perhaps he is someone with the same status as Verita within the school.

‘I don’t know what the heck is going on… … .’

Anyway, I thought it was fortunate that I had hidden the instrument.

Feeling like you’ve really gotten it?

Originally, it was a choice to deceive Verita’s sense of humor, but if not, I think I might have been caught by that brat.

“Ugh… I killed everyone again… … . Why am I so pathetic… … .”

As the little boy left alone muttered like a madman… another figure appeared from under Imir’s mouth hole.

This character also has a very unique appearance that is not inferior to that of the hunter boy.

Thump, thump, thump… … .

Wrinkles that looked like they would flow down, a waist bent like a hook, a beak-shaped nose… … If you only looked at her up to this point, she looked like an old woman who would not be surprised if she died soon.

The cane in his hand was not designed to support an old body.

It was thick enough that it wouldn’t look strange if you swung it with a blunt weapon, and it was black as if it had been burned.

With the addition of the cone-shaped hat on his head, a word naturally crossed my mind.

‘witch?’

An old woman who clearly looked like a witch spoke with a grin.

“Root… was that you? Hunting fools leisurely is this old man’s little joy, and how dare you ruin it?”

“That, that’s not hunting… … .”

The boy called Root spoke in a slightly choked voice, wondering if he had an identity even though he was part of the Frozen Hunt.

“If you can kill them right away but don’t finish them off, that’s not hunting, it’s just entertainment… … . I heard that the system releases animals into the park to enjoy hunting, but that’s an insult to us… … .”

“Shut up. I don’t care about your hunting theories. Whatever you say, I’ll consider this hunting.”

“Cancel, cancel… …!”

“I don’t like it.”

“Eu …

Root, who had been scratching his head, pulled back the bowstring and shouted as if he had gone crazy.

“Cancel it!”

Are you crazy?

It wasn’t a show, the arrow actually flew.

What was more surprising was the witch’s attitude. She was not at all flustered, just snorted and tapped the ground with her staff.

Quagga,

At that moment, a wall of ice rose from the ground and blocked the arrow.

I thought it might have been an overreaction, but… … .

Kwajijijik!

The arrow almost pierced through the ice wall about a meter thick.

The destructive power of a siege ballista rather than a bow.

There is no time to be shocked.

Root was already running as soon as he pulled the bowstring, and after skillfully climbing over the ice wall, he stabbed the witch with the dagger he was holding in his hand.

The witch’s response was simple.

An outstretched hand.

Are you really planning on blocking it with that palm that looks like a fernbrake?

Choaaaak-!

At that moment, the outstretched arm stretched out like a snake and then split open like an old tree.

Even the fingernails grew like tree roots, and the body of the root that approached was instantly entangled in the roots.

Squeak.

But the root was clever enough to carve away the tree roots while still tied up.

There was no blood flowing from the torn tree, but the tree that had extended from the arm had now become separated from the old woman’s hand.

“Hohoho… … . You’ve become sharper since the last time I saw you.”

The moment the giggling old woman took a step forward.

“After all, it’s better to be young.”

A surprising change occurred.

With the first step, my bent back straightened.

With two steps, the hair that had turned pure white became thicker.

In three steps, the wrinkles on my face disappeared.

“… … .”

In an instant, she transformed from an old woman to a woman, and her face seemed somehow familiar.

Where have I seen you?

I hesitated for a moment and then focused on the witch’s trait…

‘-ah.’

Then, I remembered a meeting I had attended by chance while following the Iron Blood Corps.

Middle name.

A meeting of strategic weapons that are given special treatment even in the Empire… … .

Among those stellar figures, there was a woman who looked at me with an irritating gaze.

A woman who dressed like a witch and had pretty boys as her servants.

I didn’t hear her name, but I’m sure she’s the woman I saw back then.

I was once again dumbfounded.

By any chance, your middle name was Kyoin?

Of course, we cannot treat colorless believers as believers at all, but that does not dilute the level of surprise.

At the same time, I also had the feeling that this was why the empire was destroyed.

“Should we stop here? We didn’t come all this way to fight amongst ourselves.”

The witch said, grumbling.

His speech is completely different from when he was old.

The prickly root answered in a timid voice.

“So, are you going to cancel the insult to hunting?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll cancel it. So, calm down.”

“Whew… … .”

Root sighs deeply and then laughs heartily.

“Sigh, I’m glad we didn’t fight.”

“… If you were ugly, it would be okay to just end it, but I love all beautiful things. Love and peace.”

“But why did you look like an old man?”

“To always be grateful for my beautiful appearance.”

“yes?”

“Even the fancy cookies from [D’Malines Confectionery] will get old if you eat them every day. You have to eat moldy bread every now and then.”

“…Dorothy is really strange.”

“I’m not denying it, but I’m a little upset hearing it from you.”

The woman’s name was Dorothy.

It seems like a cheap name for a witch, but it’s not really something I’d want to get involved with.

Anyway, since they are both quite capable, I was worried that they would find out about my hiding, but judging from their attitudes, it doesn’t seem to be the case.

By the way, why did those two come to Imir’s remains?

Could it be that they are using that remains for some other hidden agenda?

‘Are they crazy? Seriously.’

Even neighborhood cats don’t hang around the same area for a while after being caught stealing food, but it’s been a while since these kittens crawled out of Imir’s body.

That was when.

“What brings you two here?”

Someone fell from the sky with a calm voice.

With his characteristic dyed hair and pitch-black uniform as an inquisitor… … .

Probably no one other than Verita has made such an impression.

Dorothy chuckled when Verita appeared.

“I’m late picking you up. What were you doing? You were bored so you played with the mice for a while.”

“I had something to do.”

“Really? If you had eyes, you would have noticed our approach long ago.”

“My eyes aren’t that handy. I’ve been using up my psychic powers a lot lately, so I didn’t notice you two.”

“aha.”

Dorothy shrugged.

“Well, that aside. I think you probably know why we came, right?”

When Verita didn’t respond and just looked at her, Dorothy finally wiped the smile from her face.

“The leader has ordered a change of mission. So, you should return to the main school for now. We will take over your mission.”

“Did you send two guardians for that?”

“That’s right. Well, I didn’t even know I’d come this far until I got here.”

Verita was silent for a moment, then said:

“Not yet.”

“…Ms. Verita?”

“Are you saying you will disobey the leader’s orders now?”

“I’ll write a report. I’m sure the leader will change his mind when he learns of my situation.”

“That’s funny. Are you mistaking me for a messenger?”

“That’s not true, but I apologize for saying it in a way that could be misleading.”

“Hmm.”

Dorothy giggled with interest and said,

“You’re the one who would die at the last minute if it were the leader’s order, but you’re disobeying… … That’s funny. Let me ask you a question. How much more time do you need?”

“One month.”

“Hahaha.”

Dorothy burst into a loud laugh and twirled her index finger around her temple.

“Are you crazy? Think before you spit it out. Isn’t it true that you have sewage flowing through your head instead of brain?”

“… … .”

“Finish within an hour. I can’t wait any longer than that.”

“Let’s do it in twenty-one hours.”

“One hour and ten minutes.”

“Small.”

“One hour and twenty minutes.”

“… … .”

As expected, the crazy guys were right.

I wonder if that was what they called negotiation, but they kept reducing the time without giving an inch to either side, but it didn’t seem to have much nutritional value.

I wonder if his original personality is starting to come out.

A smile similar to ridicule began to form at the corners of Verita’s mouth.

“Sister Dorothy, I think you have not properly understood the task assigned to you. I understand that this is a difficult area for a layperson to understand. So let me be clear. As a priest of the 72nd Church, I have been assigned to purify the instrument within this body. It is a task that requires a very long time and sincerity. It is not something that can be abandoned in the middle of the process.”

“If it’s a mission to purify the instrument, either of us can take over. There won’t be any heroes approaching this fluid anyway, right? You would have blocked Heros’ entry with your authority as a 72nd sect priest.”

As she spoke, Dorothy turned her gaze to the blood that had not yet dried on the snowfield.

“That’s why these kinds of idiots get entangled.”

“… … .”

“You even make such a lame excuse… …. No matter how much I think about it, it’s not like you. Something’s starting to bother me.”

Dorothy raised her cane into the air and tapped it with her finger.

The cane, which had been falling weakly, suddenly stopped halfway through, and Dorothy sat down on it.

Dorothy sat on her cane, crossed her legs, rested her chin on her hand and grinned.

“I guess we have no choice but to solve this our own way. What should we do?”

“If that’s the only way, then there’s no choice.”

“Okay. The rule is, as usual, whoever loses one of their limbs loses, and since Root and I have the same mission, it’ll be a one-on-one match. No complaints, right?”

What to cut?

I was trying to keep my ears open, wondering if I had misheard, but Verita nodded as if she understood, and Root also mumbled.

“Sigh, I hate fighting, but if this is the leader’s will, then there’s nothing I can do… … . I’ll cut it so that it doesn’t hurt as much as possible… … !”

This time again, it was that little kid who moved first, with a voice that I gradually began to dislike hearing.

The small body seemed to blur slightly before appearing again from behind Verita.

It was a movement very similar to the one that killed the grave robbers in an instant, and I think that could also be some kind of power, like protection.

It was a difficult surprise attack to deal with, but the opponents were not grave robbers.

Inquisitor Verita’s eyes did not miss Root.

Before he knew it, he had been blocking Root’s attack with the hammer in his hand, and then he swung it while he was at it.

Kwaaaaaaaang-!

The white snowfield turned over and an artificial snowstorm swept in for a moment.

Of all the guys I know, the strongest is probably Mir Giant… … .

The strength of Verita, who swung that large and vicious hammer around as if it were a feather, also looked formidable.

What’s amazing is that Root blocked the devastating blow with his wrist brace.

It is a skill that requires basic physical endurance and mana management, but it is clear that this weapon is also an extraordinary weapon.

However, it seems that the power contained in the hammer was not destroyed, and Root’s small figure flew into the sky.

It was Dorothy who attacked as if she was replacing them.

Whioooooooo-!

As soon as the spell was recited, a large magic circle appeared behind me and an eerie purple fog poured down.

It felt more like thunderclouds than fog, but sparks flew inside the fog along with a sound like a dragon trimming.

And at this point, Verita’s left eye turned golden.

“… … !”

A golden light enveloped his entire body, but it only lasted for a moment.

The brilliant colors quickly changed into a dull gray, and in a somewhat sinister movement, they moved down my shoulder and forearm and gathered in my right palm.

Verita’s right arm appeared as if it was wrapped around a whirlwind, and she pushed her palm as if pushing against an invisible wall, then she soon gathered her hands together as if she was grabbing something.

Wow! Wow!

And the purple thundercloud that was slowly approaching exploded before it could even reach us.

The bottom line is that Verita has destroyed magic in a way she never imagined.

‘What exactly are those eyes?’

I wanted to use the Dark Moonlight Invasion to peek into the internal flow of energy within Verita, but I held back because I knew that if I used the Deep Law now, I would be discovered right away.

Instead, I thought about what was happening now.

I knew that there were various factions within the Dark Church, and that their relationship was never smooth… … .

The colorless faction seemed to be an even bigger mess.

Even though they are from the same faction, they keep talking nonsense about cutting off limbs.

Even looking at the level of the workshops going on now, it wasn’t an empty promise.

‘… Verita stayed here until three days later.’

So, will Verita win this fight?

It’s difficult to see it that way.

I don’t know about their individual strength, but the combined power of those two is by no means trivial.

Even I, who know quite well about Verita’s strength, can’t guarantee victory.

So does this mean that Verita is defeated here and forced to return to the church?

So who was in the village?

“… … .”

When I looked at the battle situation again, Verita was now being pushed back considerably.

For a moment, I felt that Verita’s performance was worse than usual.

I don’t know much about that guy, but I have a feeling that it’s not my condition to be struggling already.

‘ah.’

The conversation just before that came to mind at that moment.

– This eye power is not that convenient. I haven’t been able to confirm the existence of the two of you because I’ve been using up my psychic power a lot lately.

When you reach the level of Verita, your mental state also has a great influence on your physical condition.

It makes sense, because that guy was basically single-handedly erasing the instruments left behind by this uselessly large Imir.

There are two high-level opponents who cannot guarantee victory even when they are in perfect condition.

Kwaaaaang!

A fireball shot from Dorothy’s staff and struck Verita’s body.

“… … .”

Verita knelt on one knee.

His eyes were still fierce, but there was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had suffered an internal injury.

In that state, slowly separate your lips.

“… If I suddenly disappear, it will arouse suspicion. Not only Heroes, but also the 72nd Church. They may even discover the existence of our church.”

“I wonder what kind of excuse you came up with? Is that all you got?”

Dorothy covered her face with her palm and rubbed it lightly as if washing her face.

“… … .”

The face that was revealed when I took my palm off was Verita.

It really was like that.

Although the clothes she was wearing were different, her face and even her body shape had changed to Verita.

“How is it? No. How is it, Inga?”

“… … .”

“Since it’s come to this, I think it’s okay for me to continue to work as ‘Razbet’. Since the Inquisitors rarely go to the system anyway, there’s less chance of them being caught, and if they die in a suitable battlefield after being used for a while, the aftermath will be clean, right?”

The words he blurted out so casually gave me goosebumps.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me that even the identity of ‘Dorothy’ might not be that woman’s real face.

Damn it.

Root is seen holding the dagger.

The day of the dagger, soaked in sunlight, shines unusually cool.

The young hunter had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was pondering how to slaughter his freshly caught prey.

‘…for a moment.’

In that situation, my thoughts took a rather strange turn.

Dorothy, the transformation of that woman who had the appearance of an old woman is amazing even to me.

It is probably a skill that is several levels higher than the Rinchal mask that I use as a magic tool.

He also said that he could replace Verita there.

then…….

[sorry.]

A letter received before returning.

For a moment, it occurred to me that the letter, which contained only an overly concise message, might have been written by Dorothy, not Verita…

Chae-Ang-!

Before I knew it, I was facing Root with the Seven Sins Sword drawn.

“Huh… …?”

When I saw Root up close, he looked younger than I thought, but his bulky northern-style clothes made him look older.

“…Brother?”

Verita looked at me with a puzzled voice.

‘I’ve never seen such a surprised face before.’

While I felt a slightly fresh feeling at seeing your face for the first time, Dorothy, who was standing across from me, also looked at me with a puzzled look.

“You really-.”

“Oh, it’s me.”

But do they even know my face?

I can’t tell by looking at your expression right now.

Since it didn’t really matter anyway, I continued talking.

“As a hero, I cannot stand by and watch the weak being persecuted like this.”

“what?”

“I have no intention of interfering with your methods, but let’s maintain the conditions we just mentioned. Instead.”

I said with a grin.

“For it to be a fair fight, shouldn’t the numbers be equal?”