Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 135



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“Did you have a nice dream, Isaac?”

The first thing I encountered as soon as I opened my eyes was Hezabel.

Hesabel was polishing her nails and was delighted to see Isaac getting up. Isaac was a little dazed, but as he normally did when the ritual was over, he tried to get up and found Isolde still lying down. Immediately he felt like passing out again.

Hesabel noticed the strange thing and was impressed.

“The doctrine of craving has completely disappeared. “It looks like the red flesh has been completely subdued, right?”

“Hesabel, bring me some water.”

“Yes, I understand!”

Isaac regretted asking any favor to keep Hesabel quiet. As soon as I was left alone with Isolde, who was still lying down, a suffocating silence came over me.

At that time, Isolde jumped up from her seat. She had no expression or words, but suddenly opened her mouth.

“It looks like the ritual is over. Thank you for your hard work. “Isaac.”

“no. Well, the Heretic Questioner suffered the most.”

Isaac was taken aback by Isolde’s strangely calm appearance. Are you the only one who is confused? Now that I think about it, Isolde has never been able to remember what she looked like in her dreams.

Of course, it was because of the Red Flesh Prophet’s thoughts, but maybe she didn’t know what happened in the dream just now. Isaac felt relieved at that fact.

Isolde adjusted her clothes and tried to get up, but stumbled and placed her hand on the table.

“It’s okay…” … .”

Isaac was trying to support Isolde, but when he saw her flushed face, he kept his mouth shut.

He noticed that Isolde remembered everything. The next moment, Isolde entered the room without saying a word.

I heard him bury his face in the pillow and scream, but he pretended not to hear it.

“There is water here. Sir Isaac. But why is that young lady doing that?”

“… … “I guess it’s an aftereffect of the ritual.”

“Oh my. I’ve never heard of any aftereffects… … Now that I think about it, Isaac seems to be in a bit of a bad state, too. Why can’t you look straight at the table?”

Hesabel looked at Isaac with interest and then tilted her head. Soon, she seemed to notice something and slapped Isaac on the back with a shocked expression on her face.

Isaac, who had been hit on the back, looked at her with a puzzled expression. The other person was a member of a group of perverts who were crazy about physical pleasure. It was impossible to hide something like this.

“No, really? “Really?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Okay, so get ready to leave quietly.”

“No, but is it still a dream? Both of them have infantile reactions like this? No. In fact, it’s even more crazy because it’s a dream… … .”

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Hmm, yes. Even if that’s possible, where and what have you done that you can’t even see the window frame properly? Really? Aren’t window frames too dangerous?”

Isaac went with a strategy of ignoring it. But the moment he opened the door and went out, he regretted it again. At the moment of pause, Heshabel’s voice of astonishment burst out.

“No, stairs? Aren’t the stairs a bit too much? “You never know who might come up!”

“That’s not it… … .”

Isaac tried to explain, but decided to ignore it because he thought it might look even weirder.

He turned again and headed toward Isolde’s room. He remembered what he had to say to her.

“Heretic Questioner, I have something to tell you.”

When Isaac knocked on the door, Isolde opened it slightly. With his face slightly revealed, Isaac instantly forgot all the nonsense Hesabel was talking about.

More than Hesabel’s nonsense or anything that was associated with her, Isolde’s face again was the most stimulating.

But when I remembered what I had to say to Isolde, my mood sank again.

“I’m sorry, but there is something I would like to ask you.”

Isolde’s eyes widened at the words Isaac whispered.

***

The Brandt family banquet has begun.

Even though it’s a banquet, it’s full of gorgeous chandeliers, marble floors, and twirling dance moves by handsome men and women in spotless suits and dresses… … Nothing was the same. It wasn’t the right time yet.

The banquets of this era were held in an atmosphere that could more appropriately be called a barbecue party. Servants constantly carried and cut up pigs, chickens, and cows, and nobles, regardless of gender, drank beer and wine.

Thanks to the generous lighting provided by the priests living in Ruzberg, the event was held in a very bright atmosphere for a banquet held in the middle of the night, but it still had a rough atmosphere.

The banquet’s ostensible purpose was to promote friendship among nobles, settle accounts of troops in preparation for the Dawn Army, and celebrate the return of Isolde Brandt, but in reality, most of the participants’ attention was focused elsewhere.

Who will claim the Brandt family’s only daughter?

Rumors abounded nearby about a girl who went to a religious order to study at a young age, but eventually became a member of the Heresy Inquisition and wandered around the outskirts. Dietrich’s decision to allow and support it was also famous.

Thanks to this, the Brandt family was one of the great nobles with the greatest power, and at the same time, it was almost the only noble family that was respected by the church.

Anyway, no matter what anyone said, the main character mentioned most at the banquet hall was Isolde.

“Does anyone remember the princess’s face?”

“I saw it 10 years ago, but I was too young then… … “The kids’ faces change quickly, so I don’t know what they’re like now.”

“Even within the Heresy Inquisition, there are rumors that she is a beautiful woman.”

“Ha, no matter how beautiful a woman is, would her appearance remain the same after wandering for years in a remote area without being able to wash or take care of herself?”

“From what I heard, there was a story that he received a serious wound near Soeur and returned before the rumor spread.”

“Huh, was there a rumor like that? I heard a story about a person suffering from a plague in the Ariet territory and having a large pockmark on his face… … .”

“I have a background as the Duke of Brandt, so would my appearance be a problem? If you somehow manage to get married, you will immediately become the center of imperial power… … .”

Countless rumors bubbled up and disappeared on the spot.

She is a princess who has been a hot topic ever since she was born.

News of him became less frequent after he entered the church and began studying at a young age, but his sudden return itself was enough to become a hot topic. However, the rumors that were said a hundred times became nothing when they were revealed once.

Suddenly, the sound of a window hitting the floor was heard.

“Princess Isolde Brandt is entering!”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the entrance at once.

All the people who were chattering fell silent. The sound of footsteps broke the silence.

A young lady wearing a light blue dress appeared in the banquet hall.

A socialite who came rushing in on the rumor that Isolde would appear, a nobleman’s second son who said he would try to fix his daughter by capturing the princess’s heart, a woman who poured out jealous remarks about the rumored princess, and others.

Everyone fell silent.

I could hear a light whispering voice, but I couldn’t even hear the sound of swallowing.

A magical atmosphere that captivated the attention of both men and women surrounded ‘Isolde’.

Isolde calmly crossed the banquet hall despite the silence and headed towards Dietrich. Dietrich stayed still until she was right in front of him, and only reacted when Priya kicked him with her foot.

“It’s been a lot of hard work. my… … daughter.”

Isolde smiled, bowed her head slightly, and stood next to Dietrich.

People held their breath, and in an instant, the sound of chatter filled the banquet hall. Only then did the people in the banquet hall realize that the music had never stopped playing since the moment Isolde entered.

The silence consumed them, and it was only when noise broke in that they began to feel other sounds.

The nobles constantly glanced at Isolde’s face, and some men drank their glasses as if their throats were burning. It was clear that rumors about Isolde’s appearance would rock the social world for some time to come.

Dietrich whispered with a confused expression as he watched the scene.

“… … “Isn’t that too strong?”

“I just left it in the hands of the maids. Could it be that I did my own makeup?”

The one who entered while saying Isolde was none other than Isaac.

***

Originally, this banquet was held to find out the person who fed Isolde the flesh. In other words, she lets him go as her bait. But now, she had no intention of throwing Solde, who had just removed the influence of her Red Grail, as bait for either Isaac or Dietrich.

So the plan decided was to disguise Isaac as Isolde.

It may sound like a crazy plan, but it was one Isaac came up with first.

This was possible because Isaac had an androgynous appearance that could be mistaken for a woman, and Isolde had not been seen in social circles for a long time after her debutante. Even if she were to meet someone who knew her from her time as an Inquisitor in Solde, it was natural that their impression would be different from when she wore her Inquisitor uniform that covered her whole body, covering her face without makeup.

‘It’s more effective than I thought.’

Isaac has never used his face as a weapon. But in fact, the charm of the Nephilim was bound to be powerful on this social stage.

Just by wearing light makeup and a dress that appropriately supported her appearance, her face could evoke a reaction worthy of religious madness. Of course, she had to wear body-shaping equipment, but since she had a naturally slim body, wearing a dress that complemented her body shape was enough to some extent.

Additionally, Isaac put some effort into directing to blind the nobles.

Again, the banquet of this era was a crude feast, similar to a barbecue party. In a noisy and noisy atmosphere, Isaac deliberately appeared with a neat and tidy look that you would see at a modern social party. That alone was enough to attract attention and capture the atmosphere of the banquet.

If someone is plotting something, they will definitely do something.

Meanwhile, even though Dietrich agreed to the plan, saying it would be fun, he seemed confused when he encountered Isaac and the banquet hall’s reactions.

“It seems like you’re having a hard time performing because of my daughter. It won’t be easy for a man… … .”

“no. Crossdressing is the most masculine thing that only a man can do.”

Dietrich did not understand what Isaac said, but decided to move on. He was more concerned about the atmosphere of the banquet hall.

“If word spreads like this, all future sons-in-law will be disappointed when they see my daughter’s face. If that happens, someone will probably have to take responsibility.”

“… … Ms. Isolde is beautiful enough. “Don’t compare a wanderer to your beloved only daughter.”

Isaac didn’t really care that he was dressed as a woman. Anyway, he was still walking through this world with the sense of half-playing a game.

This amount was nothing more than changing the character costume. Rather, the priority was to find an opponent who could pose a threat.

‘Let’s see… … .’

Isaac slightly covered his face with a fan and opened his eyes with confusion. Her eyes were tinted light purple, but the color was so sparse that it was hard to notice. Since people were constantly spying on Isaac and making eye contact, it was enough to find out a little bit of information.

In fact, threats worth paying attention to were already identified even before entering. As it was a banquet hosted by the Duke of Brandt, dangerous molecules had to be filtered out in advance, but this time, since the goal was to eliminate such dangerous molecules, they were left on purpose.

“Princess, please give me one song… … .”

“I’m sorry, but my daughter is not feeling well, so dancing will be difficult.”

In the meantime, nobles kept coming, asking for dance or conversation. Of course, Isaac didn’t want to get into a situation where he was having fun dancing with a man and get misunderstood, so he just responded by shyly lowering his head.

Among the nobles, there was a favorable comment that they did not know that the duke’s daughter, who was known for her ramblings, was so humble and cultured, while there were also sarcasm that suggested that she had some physical defect and did not want to move, but Isaac did not care.

As the night deepened at the banquet, Isaac suddenly made eye contact with a man.

He was a man with a rough, bear-like appearance, with one eye burned and burned. The man’s face was pale, as if he was already drunk.

Dietrich whispered to Isaac with an annoyed expression on his face.

“This is Count Boliven Trecia. “I didn’t even send you an invitation, but you still came.”

“Is this a name I should remember?”

“I saw Isolde when she was young, and ever since then, she has been a crazy person who has been begging for a daughter. If it weren’t for the wheat fields of Trecia Territory, I would break your head… … .”

“How old were you when you first saw it?” … .”

“I was 11 years old.”

“… … .”

At that time, Boliven made eye contact with Isaac for a long time and then stood up.

He approached me with long strides and spoke bluntly.

“The princess is still beautiful. Would you like to dance one song?”

Isaac stood up.

Everyone’s attention was focused when Isaac, who had been motionless in his seat up to this point and only mildly refused, stood up. Boliven also twitched his facial muscles as if he didn’t know Isaac would react.

Isaac whispered to Dietrich.

“I will dance one song. “Please dim the lights.”