Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 89



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Episode 89 Night of the Dead (2)

“… … So, no matter how much light comes to us, what does it mean if we turn away and turn our heads? “Who are the sinners who feel the warmth of light in the places closest to it, but who dare not look at that light?”

“Lord of Light!”

“Bend and watch!”

“Open your eyes and lift your lamp high! Even though the Code of Light illuminates your path, it is meaningless if you don’t see it!”

Isaac finished his sermon in a passionate atmosphere.

It wasn’t just priests and paladins who came to hear the service. There were also ordinary residents who came because they wanted to hear what the Holy Grail Knight had to say. There were even some Barbary who came with Jacquelet. And they were the audience that responded most passionately to Isaac’s sermon.

Isaac thought, wiping away the sweat that had formed from his speech with so much passion.

‘I didn’t know that I would come to this world and end up preaching and evangelizing, not beating people to death and feasting on them… … .’

Fortunately, Isaac was able to do well. No, he had no choice but to do well.

This was because of the ‘Red Worship’ perk, which was an effect obtained by feasting on the red-fleshed prophet.

[Red Worship (A+)]

[Favorability and attractiveness from the public increase. When likability increases by a certain amount, emotional sympathy with you occurs.]

Thanks to this special effect, Isaac was able to attract the public’s favor just by speaking in a vaguely plausible way. What and how to speak was something Isaac had to work on, but even a novice speaker could deliver a proficient speech if he was dealing with an audience that responded easily.

And Isaac was surprised by the unexpected talent he had.

‘The problem is my talent as a cult leader.’

To be honest, Isaac’s sermon was not about the Code of Light.

It was a sermon containing the nameless doctrine of chaos cleverly created by Isaac.

Naturally, words that were somewhat unconventional or provocative for priests or paladins could be included. Moreover, showing passionate reactions such as crying or cheering at the end was something that would not have been possible in the original strict sermon atmosphere.

‘I never thought going to church with my mom when I was young would help me in a place like this.’

When I think about it now, it was a church with a somewhat pseudo-like character, but I was able to use it as a reference to bring out passionate speeches, believers speaking in tongues, and an enthusiastic atmosphere.

It was not that there was no room for issue.

However, due to the fact that Isaac was a paladin and not a priest, and because it was a worship service where ‘anyone’, even Barbari, could listen, it seemed to be overlooked.

Meanwhile, Isaac’s ‘ideological poison’ was spreading to the ears of priests and paladins.

It was hard to say that they were still completely on Isaac’s side. However, when they return to the denomination and listen to traditional worship services and traditional sermons, they will feel stuffy.

It will be then that they will be on Isaac’s side.

***

However, Isaac wasn’t sure if this poison would work on just one person.

“It was a great sermon. Holy Grail Knight.”

Isolde approached with a grin. Isolde said that for the past few hours she had simply watched Isaac quietly instead of interfering with or lecturing him on what he was doing. She was faithfully waiting for Isaac’s promise to show her a miracle within a month.

The month of drafting was right around the corner.

“thank you. “Heretic Questioner.”

“But I don’t know if it’s okay to say something like that so carelessly.”

“What do you mean?”

Isaac spoke as he lifted his hand, even though he knew what he had in mind.

“I feel the warmth of light in the place closest to it, but I am a sinner who dare not look at that light… … It sounds like a metaphor for the saints, the Pope and the bishops.”

“You’re talking about a blind person.”

When Isaac spoke openly, Isolde looked embarrassed, but nodded calmly.

“Some people often call me that.”

“Will I ever be questioned for that?”

When Isaac spoke with a bright smile, Isolde blushed for some reason. But she regained her composure and answered.

“You would be surprised at how many derogatory terms there are for the Pope and the Bishop, Knight of the Holy Grail. People who are blind on their way to and from school are quite polite. “If I try to catch them all, I won’t have enough time to catch the heretics and apostates.”

But she continued speaking as if she had no intention of letting go that easily.

“The problem is that it can become a problem if you say it publicly and as if you are teaching it.”

Isaac was a little surprised when he realized her intentions. Does the effect of red worship work on Isolde as well?

“You seem worried?”

“… … To be honest, all I can say is that it was a little refreshing. But someone might take issue with it. The priests and paladins were sent by Bishop Juan, and there is no way they wouldn’t know the nuance. If support is cut off… … .”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. “Heretic Questioner.”

Priests and paladins have a strong affinity for Isaac. They wouldn’t make an issue, and even if it got to Bishop Juan’s ears, he couldn’t cut Isaac off. They will deny Isaac’s influence and treat it like it’s no big deal.

Traditionally, a Grail Knight is someone who kills someone, not someone who leads someone.

Of course, Isaac was not a traditional Grail Knight.

“Now that I think about it, a month has passed.”

Isaac slowly changed the topic. Isolde knew he was talking back, but she respected the Grail Knight’s privacy and nodded his head. The deadline for Isaac to show Isolde a miracle and have it proven was one month. Of course, Isolde planned to wait as long as Isaac could without urging him, even if it lasted more than a month.

“okay. “What happened to this territory is miraculous enough.”

Isolde said with a smile.

“Of course, you won’t say clichés like, ‘The miracle you wanted to see is the smiles of the people in this town,’ but I think it’s a worthwhile change.”

“… … Haha, joke too.”

Isolde looked at Isaac quietly. She has been watching Isaac’s public movements almost without fail. Isaac certainly did not use miracles, to the extent that the Inquisitors found it strange. It was strange to think that even the priests of the monastery could perform the miracle of lighting a candle.

“I’m not asking you to show me a great miracle. Holy Grail Knight. Just enough to brighten up the surroundings. “It is a sign that you have been granted authority.”

“So, if I can’t perform miracles, does that mean I haven’t been granted power by God?”

“that… … .”

Isolde trailed off. In fact, the miracle that Isaac achieved is itself a miracle. In some ways, it would be nice to say that Isaac itself was a miracle. Lighting a candle or miracles that light up the surroundings are just formalities.

Isolde knows that even a corrupt and debauched priest can easily perform the miracle of lighting a candle. If Isaac can’t light even a candle, does that mean he’s worse than that?

It was the most basic contradiction, but she couldn’t easily answer it.

“… … Because there are many people who simply do not believe that angels can be defeated without a miracle. Actually, I can’t believe it either. Even if the Holy Grail Knight couldn’t use miracles, it wouldn’t be a big problem. But the question of how he did it will remain.”

The Heretic Questioners are a group of suspicious patients, but the original internal affairs organization is a group that cannot help but be suspicious patients. Especially if a crazy apostate like Carlsen Milter had occurred recently.

Isaac answered with a smile.

“Of course, it’s not enough for me alone. Of course I used a miracle.”

“indeed… … .”

Isolde looked at Isaac with a bright face.

“But I don’t want to misuse the power that God gave me just to prove myself.”

“Oh, of course.”

It was a mindset that a faithful priest should naturally have. Isolde honestly admired his faithful attitude, which was different from the priests who abused miracles because they found it inconvenient to read books.

“Soon, I will be able to show my miracles to the Heretic Questioner.”

***

Isaac was on top of a tall pyramid.

He was wearing yellow clothes. His hands were full of wrinkles, and he held a curved sacrificial dagger. On the altar in front of him, a drugged man was looking up at the sky with hazy eyes.

Isaac followed the man’s gaze and looked up at the sky. The purple sky was rumbling, creating strange, speckled curves. In the cloud, a huge object of unknown shape was flowing and moving, whitish.

Then his hands started moving.

Isaac raised the dagger high and plunged it into the man’s chest. Fresh blood spurted from the man’s torn chest. However, instead of flowing to the floor, the fresh blood crawled along the blade and began to rise into the sky.

Isaac cut the man’s stomach wide with his knife. Now the exposed internal organs and organs started gushing out with blood. Then, all the bones, flesh, muscles, and veins were released and soared into the sky.

Finally, it completely turned over, with only the skin fluttering around.

Isaac grabbed the leather and shook it loudly.

A child’s fingers crawled out from inside the overturned leather. Something new was about to be born within the empty skin.

It was then. There was some commotion going on at the bottom of the pyramid.

A group of warriors was breaking through the crowd and climbing up the pyramid. The sword-wielding group hiding in the crowd quickly overpowered the paladins and attacked them.

Isaac shook the overturned leather even more vigorously, encouraging the being that was about to be born inside the leather, but its movements were extremely slow.

Even before the ceremony was over, the group that attacked in an instant came right in front of Isaac. Isaac felt a chill. He tried to do something, but the freezing cold made it difficult to even move his fingertips.

Soon the sharp tip of the knife pierced Isaac’s abdomen. Isaac tried to identify the face of the person who stabbed him. But Isaac couldn’t see his expression. He couldn’t tell if it was a woman or a man.

Because he was a knight with white bones and bright blue eyes.

***

Isaac opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Isaac was met with yellow eyes hanging from the ceiling. He Sabel, who was staring at herself with sparkling yellow eyes in the dark, opened her mouth.

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“hmm.”

Isaac stood up without saying yes or no. She had never asked Hesabel to be her night guard, but the estate was too peaceful for her to do anything during her sleepless nights.

‘I keep having the same nightmare.’

It would be a lie if I said I haven’t had a nightmare since coming to this world. Whether it was because of the tentacles, the memory of eating rat carcasses, or the gruesome human corpses, Isaac often had nightmares because the environment was not mentally healthy.

But this dream was different.

It was almost always the same person in the same setting. His forehead was full of cold sweat, but he felt a tingling chill in his fingertips. As if it wasn’t a dream.

And it was the white-bone knight who always stabbed him at the last moment.

Isaac knew very well who the white-bone knights who controlled chills were.

‘Death Knights of the Immortal Church… … .’