Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 131



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Episode 131 Duke Brandt’s Troubles (4)

When Isaac went out of the room, Heshabel was standing there.

Isaac, seeing the subtle expression on Hesabel’s face, distorted his face.

“Did you hear?”

“Hmm, you mean the conversation you had with the mirror maid? I didn’t hear what the mirror maid said, but I did hear Isaac say something that resonated throughout the room. Still, just from that alone, you can guess what it was about.”

Isaac sighed deeply.

“so? “You think so too?”

“Now, Isaac. Anyway, I was also a devoted member of the Red Grail Club? There, miracles like this are not even in the conspiracy axis. “There are cases where it is used to improve a couple’s relationship.”

“I don’t care how those decadent cannibals use miracles. “Are you ready for the ceremony?”

Hesabel pursed her lips but did not say anything. But she could tell that what she wanted to say was not much different from that of her mirror-maid.

If you get Isolde, you can definitely get Duke Brandt on the same side.

In other words, most of Isaac’s current problems can be solved.

It’s completely different from recruiting a Heretic Questioner as an ally. It’s not even that Isolde doesn’t have feelings for Isaac, and Dietrich Brandt also views Isaac favorably. Then there won’t be any problem, right?

Yes. There is no problem. For Isolde.

The problem lies with Isaac.

‘Make someone you love, give birth to, and raise a child in this world?’

This is ridiculous. It’s something I’ve never even imagined.

Even when I pictured a golden future where I could eat well and live well in this world, I never even imagined that there would be someone next to me to spend the rest of my life with.

Although he could imagine many residents prospering in the territory he ruled and wheat fields filling the fields, he could not picture a child smiling at him or someone he loved.

It’s not that it’s impossible, it’s that it shouldn’t happen.

[Nameless Chaos is watching you.]

Isaac hesitated and leaned against the wall.

He felt Hesabel looking at him with strange eyes.

‘Your reluctance is abnormal. ‘You know, right?’

What the mirror maid said came to mind again.

But what can I do?

If you create someone you love, have children, and raise them.

‘I might really become overly immersed in this world… … .’

Keep your distance from the world.

That was the only basis for Isaac to maintain his sanity even after being possessed by this absurd world.

The reason he was able to eat dead rats, cut up people, maintain his sanity even after encountering an ancient god, go in and out of the afterlife, and even defeat the miracle of fatal fascination was because he kept his distance from this world.

[Nameless Chaos is watching you.]

That message.

Thanks to that message, Isaac was able to enjoy this world as if it were a game rather than the real world.

A game that you can enjoy while possessed for the rest of your life. That level is just right.

If the world we live in now was reality and not a game, Isaac had no confidence in handling what he had done and what he had to do.

As long as you keep your distance from the world, you are not a person but just a character.

But if you find someone you love… … .

‘There’s no such thing as that.’

Isaac thought something stupid like that couldn’t happen.

***

Hesabel drew blood and placed Isolde on a simply drawn circle.

Isaac knelt by Isolde’s bedside in the circle and waited for the ceremony. Isolde’s doctrine of craving still dazzled him constantly, but except for the pounding headache, it was bearable.

“Start.”

Hezabel held the ceremony of division and began to recite prayers.

Since it was interfering with the blessing given directly by the angel, especially the blessing of sharing a portion of flesh, complicated preparations had to be made. However, the division ceremony omitted all of that process.

Hezabel began tracing the circle as a ceremonial division. Along that line, red blood on the floor began to gush into the air. More blood than the blood that was sprinkled slowly formed a curtain, surrounding Isaac and Hesabel, and soon the two were trapped in the overflowing curtain of blood.

‘I’m in.’

Like a drop bursting, the curtain flowed down and disappeared in an instant. Isaac was in the hallway of a castle made of red stone. The fortress was twisted into a geometric structure that could not have been normal, and it appeared to be a structure that would not be surprising if it collapsed long ago.

‘Is it Ruzberg?’

Although the structure and form that Isaac remembered were completely different, the overall atmosphere and architectural style were reminiscent of Ruzberg. If I had a dream with Rougeberg in the background, it would look like this. This is Isolde’s hometown and home, so it wasn’t strange that she dreamed of this place as the background.

Isaac started walking down the hallway looking for Isolde. People who looked like servants were often seen, but they did not speak to them. It seemed impossible to have a conversation because all of their faces were foggy.

The hallways were complicated, but they were all connected, so there was no need to get lost. Then Isaac heard music coming from the direction he was walking.

Beyond the thin awning, Isolde was dancing with her sword.

Unlike his usual Heretic Questioner uniform, which covered his entire body tightly, he now appeared half-naked. What I was wearing wasn’t functioning properly as clothing.

The humming sound was as sweet as the scent.

Isaac stopped for a moment and watched. No, he had no choice but to watch. The mesmerizing physical dance moves were enough to paralyze reason. It was a fascinating sight that captivated everyone who saw it, regardless of gender.

‘Is that the embodied form of the doctrine of craving?’

It was an outfit that Isolde would never wear, so it just felt like it was in bad taste. Soon, Isolde’s dance moves began to slow down. Isaac regained her composure and stretched out his hand for the key to Ru ad-Din.

But at that moment, the feeling in my hand was unfamiliar.

The sword he wore at his waist was not the key to Ruad-Din.

Attached to his waist were two curved swords, a sword, and three daggers.

One of the dagger sheaths was empty, and Isaac could tell where the empty dagger was.

Isolde’s sword dance, which had been gradually slowing down, stopped completely. Even though it was a pretty intense dance, she didn’t seem to shed a single drop of sweat.

“Did you want to compare a dancer and a general?”

Isaac spoke to Isolde, no, to the red-fleshed prophet. To be more precise, it would be correct to say that it is a thought left behind by the red-fleshed prophet.

She smiled and approached. The dagger she held in her hand during her sword dance was none other than the ceremonial division.

The only empty dagger at Isaac’s waist.

“Isn’t that a bad metaphor, Grail Knight?”

Isolde, clearly carrying the will of the red-fleshed prophet, opened her mouth.

“Ruzberg was the territory of General Elil. So Isolde grew up hearing the fearsome legends and myths of Rouge Berg during her girlhood. “Her older sisters would tell her Isolde a strange story about the dancer who seduced Elil.”

Just as Elil is called General or King instead of his name, the Red Holy Grail’s other nickname is Dancer. This landscape now contained images of Ruzberg’s past.

I wondered if it was Urbansus, but it seemed like a space close to a dream based on Isolde’s memories.

“Do you want to compare the relationship between the general and the dancer to that of Isolde and me?”

“Elil held the whole world in his hands. Even angels could not stand against his inaction. Among the living, there was no one who could compete with him, so he became an angel in the flesh and eventually acquired the world’s most beautiful woman. “Isn’t this a position that all ambitious people would envy?”

“He’s just crazy to think that that beautiful woman is his own daughter and that he had to rebel against the Code of Light in return.”

Of course, the ostensible reason for the Elil faction was the corruption of the Code of Light Church and the ‘cowardly actions’ shown in the war against the ancient faith. The Church of Elil had no doubt that it was natural to split to protect her honor, but the Church of the Code of Light had no doubt that it was natural for Elil to split to remarry her daughter.

“It happened 700 years ago. It wasn’t such a big deal back then. The Red Grail also loved Elil.”

The red-fleshed prophet who served the dancer did not even deny it.

She showed off her body to Isaac.

“Of course, this woman is not a beauty comparable to the Red Holy Grail. Comparing all beings in the world to the Red Holy Grail is like comparing a ruby ​​to a tick’s body fluids. But a rich dowry, an army, and power… … .”

“Haaaaa… … .”

Before the red-fleshed prophet had even finished speaking, Isaac sighed as the ground fell. His words were cut off and the red-fleshed prophet frowned and looked at Isaac.

“Is that all there is to say about this guy and that guy? Considering how Elil and the Dancer ended, shouldn’t we compare it that way?”

Isaac lamented the tiresome demands and pressure.

“No, and why do these guys here have so little common sense? If you call someone over and say, ‘Now, you two should kiss,’ do you think they would say, ‘Yes, I understand’?”

The ending of this historic incestuous couple ends with the dancer ripping out Elil’s heart.

Elil, who went beyond becoming an angel in his living body and ascended to the rank of a martial god, finally becomes a true god when he dies. The dancer also awakened to the Red Grail through Elil’s heart.

It seemed difficult to call this bloody ending a happy ending.

“No, now that I think about it, wasn’t it intentional? “Is this foreshadowing that you will first tie me up with Isolde and then rip out my heart?”

But the red-fleshed prophet only shrugged his shoulders.

“Marital relationships are inherently a bit complicated.”

“If that’s all you have as an excuse, just die here.”

If I hadn’t heard similar things from the mirror maid or Heshabel, I might have heard more about the story. But now Isaac had no more patience left.

He immediately pulled out the knife in his hand.

As if reacting to a threat, soldiers made of blood began to seep out between the bricks one by one.

***

Isaac had already been told by Hezabel how to weaken the blessing.

Although the red flesh resisted in its own way, it was no match for Isaac because it had limited strength and limitations. The bloody soldiers were torn to pieces in an instant, and only Isolde was left in the middle of the bloody hall. And even though she was a thought form of red flesh, she did not have any abilities beyond Isolde’s physical body.

Take a look. The key to Ruaddin instantly split Isolde’s heart.

It was a space that was just a dream, not real, and was merely a process to weaken the power of the red flesh. But Isaac felt dirty.

Isolde’s skin flowed out around the cracked wound as if it were peeling off. And inside, another Isolde appeared. She had a blurry expression, as if she was sleeping or awake.

Soon the walls of Ruzberg began to collapse. As the blessing of the red flesh weakened, the ritual began to end.

“ah… … .”

At that time, Isolde absentmindedly stretched out her hand.

Isolde, who was caressing Isaac’s face, muttered absentmindedly.

“my angel.”

“… … It’s a nickname I haven’t heard in a long time. “Heretic Questioner.”