Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 170



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Episode 170 Show me your justice (1)

“What are you plotting?”

“… … Welcome, Grail Knight.”

Rosalind, who received a guest in the middle of the night, looked at Isaac with a puzzled expression. Rosalind still looked haggard, but she seemed to have regained some of her ladylike dignity. Of course, scars that hinted at her past history remained all over her hands and face.

“I’m sorry for coming to see you late at night. But I had so many questions that I had no choice.”

“A conspiracy? While other nobles were playing war games, I was sleeping like a lazy cat.”

Rosalind twitched the corner of her mouth and muttered. The scar around her mouth was strangely distorted.

“But that’s why I can’t sleep. “If it’s okay, would you please talk to the old man?”

Rosalind opened the door wider. Isaac accepted her invitation.

As we sat down at the table by the window, Rosalind brought herbal tea that had already been brewed. After feasting on the Doomsday Disaster and gaining immunity to all poisons, Isaac didn’t even suspect anything. If there was poison, it seemed like it would be able to figure out Rosalind’s intentions in its own way.

“I heard about you from the Salt Council.”

Rosalind said to Isaac with a gentle smile. As expected, she seemed to have a deep connection with the Salt Council.

“The sailors like you. It is rare for lowly sailors to not only respect but even like a Code of Light paladin. “I guess it’s because I get hit a lot.”

“It was just a coincidence.”

“I don’t know if I’m meant to be.”

Rosalind leaned over and looked at Isaac with sunken eyes.

“I heard you promised salvation to the Salt Council. Can you bring me salvation too?”

‘… … Salvation?’

It was difficult to find any hope, let alone salvation, in her eyes, which seemed to have already reached the bottom of the deep sea of ​​despair. It’s just her murderous venom that is concentrated there.

It was the eyes of a person whose poison had boiled down and turned black.

Isaac hesitated for a moment, but looked into her eyes with confusion. She saw a soft purple glow in Isaac’s eyes, but Rosalind didn’t notice it because of her dim lighting.

Although I couldn’t look into her deep inner self, I was able to read the surface consciousness of what she was thinking at the moment.

‘Sword Master.’

Isaac’s eyes lit up at the words that passed by piecemeal.

Rosalind was thinking about a sword master staying in Aldeon.

‘Who are the sword masters currently active?’

To become a sword master, you must have all kinds of luck, talent, blessings, and hard work. Of course, there are many people who are not sane. Since there are many Sword Masters who want to continue to become stronger rather than belonging somewhere, there were not many Sword Masters revealed.

‘Except for Lyanna Georg, Vaslav Norton is in the Empire, and Red Sword Lua is imprisoned in Gehenna… … .’

Isaac remembered the name of the only sword master left. An unpredictable character who is portrayed powerfully in the game, but you never know when and where he will appear.

“Swordmaster Sidrik. Is he here?”

***

Rosalind looked at Isaac for a moment in surprise, then raised her eyes.

“Did you read my mind! This is why they are the authors of the Code of Light!”

The power of the Code of Light is famous for light and heat, but at the same time, knowledge and wisdom are also one of the doctrines to pursue. It’s like Elil’s pursuit of courage and honor.

Just as a lamp illuminates the dark mind of another person, the miracle of reading thoughts exists.

Of course, it cannot be used carelessly, and the resistance of other faiths to this miracle was also great. Even among believers in the same Code of Light, it is prohibited except when interrogating heretics.

If people who used miracles like this were common, Isaac would have had a hard time surviving.

What Rosalind said was true, but Isaac flatly lied.

“Did you get a hint that I was using a miracle?”

Rosalind kept her mouth shut. If you use a miracle, the effect will definitely appear.

In the case of the Code of Light, the more powerful it is, the more brilliant light is revealed. For the person being harmed, it may feel like a lamp shining inside the brain.

“You don’t even need to read minds. I already knew that Sidrik was hired by Salt Ain. I just wanted to see if he was protecting Salt Ain like I heard, or if he was here.”

Of course, I didn’t find out that Sidric was hired. However, Isaac said, ‘I know everything about the Code of Light.’ Because it was a useful illusion in this situation.

After experiencing a terrible massacre, Salt Ain concluded that they, too, needed a Sword Master. However, since a sword master is something that only appears when God’s blessings, one’s own efforts, and luck all match, it cannot be fostered indiscriminately.

They hired a wandering swordmaster instead.

Sidric the ‘Eccentric’, one of the few sword masters.

He came to Aldeon.

“I have no intention of assassinating Her Majesty Ethelred… … Probably not. There’s no way Sidrik would accept it.”

At Rosalind’s puzzled look, Isaac hurried to change his mind.

If she had dared to ask the Sword Master to assassinate her in the first place, the first victim would have been Rosalind.

“I just asked Sidrik to provide security. Could you just visit the Aldeon royal family with your bare body? “He doesn’t know what will happen to him?”

“Your Majesty Ethelred is not that kind of person.”

“They are all the same.”

Tsk. Rosalind muttered, spitting on the floor.

“It’s because he’s still a child, but when he grows up, he’ll be just as vicious as his father. Even if you go back just a hundred years, this is the family that killed all the previous royal families and usurped the throne. “Where will those bloody hands go?”

“Isn’t the original history of Elil itself structured around washing blood with blood and the winner taking everything?”

At Isaac’s answer, Rosalind closed her mouth and stared at him.

“Are you saying my faith is wrong?”

“There must be quite a bit of blood on Lady Rosalind’s hands, right? Of course, it is natural to hold a grudge while watching the people of the territory die so cruelly, but it is unfair to blame a child who has never had a drop of blood on his hands.”

“Young kid? under! The concept is that the moment a person wears a crown, he or she is not an individual but a king. They represent the nation and inherit all the wealth and power that their ancestors accumulated through evil deeds. “Is it a mean custom of the Code of Light to take only the good and separate the bad?”

“Then the late king should have dried up the seeds of Salt Ain.”

Rosalind looked at Isaac with a frozen expression. Her anger came out late.

bang. The teacup spilled from the impact of hitting the table.

“what!”

“If all sins are to be inherited forever, then the very existence of sins must be eliminated. “King Alfred was too soft, and Ethelred is paying the price.”

“dare… … !”

“Are you angry? great. Lady Rosalind. Should we do this? Let’s kill King Ethelred. And even the seeds are dried up.”

Rosalind glared at Isaac with bloodshot eyes. Words welled up in my throat as to how dare I say such a thing, but Isaac was a foreigner and a heretic anyway. He didn’t even swear fealty to Ethel Red.

“Then we make an innocent child king. No, wait. If you do that, other people might get angry. There are people who like Ethelred, and the Georg family should not be left out. Let’s kill them all too. “Whoever stands last gets Elil’s favor.”

In the end, what is left of Rosalind at the end?

Just a frightened young king, more grudges, more enemies.

Just like the late King Alfred did.

“They say Kaldbuch, the holy sword that only King Elil can wield, has the meaning of ‘justice.’ “Is this the justice that Lady Rosalind pursues?”

Of course, Isaac did not think that Ethelred could be held responsible for anything. What Rosalind said was not wrong. Since he inherited the throne, he must also inherit that responsibility.

But how? Blowing off Ethelred’s head won’t help anything. However, it is also irresponsible to tell the victim to ‘forget and forgive.’

In the end, there was no proper answer.

So Isaac was selfish, but he was forcing Rosalind to reconcile for his own benefit.

Rosalind was breathing heavily and glared at Isaac. From her bloodshot eyes, the venom that she had simmered deep in her heart seemed to be creeping out of her.

However, she soon slowly caught her breath and returned to her calm self. She had such refined emotional control that it was as if she had never been angry.

“If I were 10 years younger, I would have challenged him to a duel, but now I can’t fight because I’m sure I’ll lose.”

“Thank goodness.”

Rosalind tilted the kettle and filled the overturned teacup again.

“Grail Knight, there is something you misunderstand.”

“Are you mistaken?”

Rosalind nodded.

“What I want is not revenge.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Salvation.”

Salvation. It was the same thing I heard before.

“Salvation from what?”

In order to be saved, she needs the subject who is tormenting her. From what does she hope to be saved?

An unjust world? Fear of being attacked at any moment?

Is it your own weakness that you want to take revenge but cannot do it?

But Rosalind did not explain.

He just smiled bitterly and tilted his teacup.

***

“Sidric?”

“okay. “You’re a sword master, so be careful.”

Isaac first asked Hesabel to investigate Sidrik. It would be faster if he went around in person, but if you hear that the Holy Grail Knight, who is in the spotlight right now, is wandering around Aldeon looking for other Sword Masters, you might get some misunderstandings.

No, I should say that it is obvious that there will be some misunderstanding.

Heshabel looked at Isaac suspiciously.

“… … Looking for the Sword Master in the Kingdom of Elil? “You don’t know what kind of uproar there will be if they find out I have the blood of the Red Holy Grail.”

At Sword Master level, he is also a powerful Elil Priest.

Hesabel was worried about being ‘justified’ by the powerful priest and swordsman. But Isaac looked at her, sighing.

“I’m not sending you to fight back. Just finding out his whereabouts is enough. and… … .”

Isaac looked Hezabel up and down.

“Hezabel, do you remember why you decided to follow me?”

“To win?”

“okay. To win. You may not realize it, but as I become stronger and absorb faith, you are also becoming stronger. Even if you face a sword master, you won’t suffer much loss.”

I also felt it when I dealt with the End Disposer.

The energy felt from Hesabel had increased significantly compared to before. While Isaac was growing up, his family members were also getting stronger at the same time.

Heshabel asked with shining eyes.

“Are you saying I can beat the Sword Master?”

“No, at least it means you won’t die unexpectedly.”

“… … .”

Isaac praised him but did not give him illusions.

But that’s somewhere. Sword Masters are among the strongest beings in the Elil faith, excluding angels. Just being able to face such a being and escape alive means that you are strong enough.

In the first place, like Isaac, Hesabel cannot show off her full power in a situation where people around her are watching her. Even if you can win, it would be best to run away.

Heshabel also had a formidable position, but it was still not enough.

“If you think it’s really dangerous, try selling my name to hold on. What’s important is Sidric’s whereabouts. “I don’t think he will, but he might challenge Ethelred to a duel or ‘accidentally’ kill her.”

“yep.”