The Mad Dog of the Dukes House - Chapter 253



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Episode 253 81. The Holy Kingdom (2)

3.

Fortunately, the chapel was a well-constructed building.

As the pillar collapsed, other pillars began to crack, but the ceiling did not collapse immediately.

Woohoo.

“ha.”

Seria sighed and waved her arms. Then, a ‘miracle’ occurred.

The collapsed pillar returned to its original place as if nothing had happened.

“If you’re going to fight, go outside and fight. What kind of disgrace is this?”

Mitas burst into laughter as he responded to Seria’s reprimand.

“Hahaha! It’s been a while since I’ve seen such an energetic young man, and without realizing it, my blood is boiling. Yes, young people should have this kind of taste. The young people of the Holy Land don’t have this kind of taste.”

The serious look from before was already gone.

When we think of priests, we usually think of gentle and gentle people.

“Caron Reston. I liked it.”

“……yes?”

“What is your relationship with my daughter?”

“Your daughter?”

“It is no exaggeration to say that I practically raised Seria during her childhood. In fact, you could say that Seria is my daughter.”

I thought I knew why Seria had come here.

This Archbishop Mitas is not normal.

From the very first time we met, he was so open about throwing punches, to that voice that was brimming with madness.

It was surprising that this person was not well known until now.

Charon chuckled as he put his sword back into its scabbard.

“Client and employee. You can think of it as just that.”

“What did Seria ask you to do?”

“It was a request to arbitrarily destroy the Holy Kingdom. I liked the request, so I accepted it.”

“Tsk tsk. Seria. Didn’t I say that you still don’t know much about the world? Where did you end up being adopted by such a vicious person… … . Tsk.”

As Mitas was clicking his tongue and examining Charon, the entrance to the chapel opened and the knights came rushing in.

Swish.

Charon quickly hid himself and his party through Pluto.

“Archbishop! Are you okay?”

When the one who appeared to be the commander of the knights shouted in an urgent voice, Mitas waved his hand as if it was okay.

“Yeah, nothing happened. Everyone must be busy, so let’s go now.”

“We have received reports of explosions here. There is a high possibility that subversive elements have infiltrated the area, so you should evacuate this area immediately.”

“I told you it’s okay?”

“We will pick you up ourselves… … .”

That was when.

Kwaaaaang.

Mitas struck the floor of the chapel with his fist, and soon the stone floor began to crack violently.

Dust rose inside the chapel.

“Don’t bother me and just go and do your work.”

“Yes, yep!”

“Be sure to close the door on your way out.”

When they were blatantly threatened with force, the knights hurried out of the chapel.

Squeak.

Mitas, who had chased away the knights in a fiery manner, looked around with a smile.

“I sent it. So come out.”

Slurp.

The appearance of Caron and his party was revealed again.

Mitas let out a small exclamation of admiration as he examined Charon’s abilities.

“It’s not magic, nor is it black magic… … It’s dark, but pure.”

“I wonder if you’ve ever heard of the spirit of darkness.”

“A young man with many mysterious abilities. He is completely different from the rumors. Isn’t he a complete lunatic rather than a hero?”

As he said this, he took out a small water bottle from his bosom. Then, he opened the bottle’s lid and drank its contents straight away.

“Ugh.”

A familiar scent reached Caron’s nose.

The contents of the water bottle were not water.

“A person like an archbishop would drink alcohol in the sacred chapel.”

“If light created this world, then wasn’t alcohol also created by light? If so, then alcohol can also be said to be divine.”

“Is it written in the Bible that alcohol is sacred?”

“How could that be? It doesn’t even say not to drink alcohol. Isn’t that right, Seria?”

“……ha.”

Seria just kept sighing.

She nodded her head towards Mitas and then introduced the Archbishop to Caron and his party.

“Let me introduce you formally. This is Cardinal Mitas, Archbishop and Bishop of the Holy Land.”

“It’s Mitas. Well, somehow I ended up becoming an archbishop.”

As if he were building a wall between himself and devout religious people, Mitas spoke with a smell of alcohol.

But Caron didn’t completely dislike that sight.

That free spirited atmosphere. It’s more like a religious atmosphere…

“… … You seem like a mercenary.”

Aren’t you close to the mercenaries?

Mitas nodded with a smile at Caron’s monologue.

“I was a mercenary when I was young.”

“You must have blood on your hands.”

“Then. I cured the pain with my own hands.”

“Treatment?”

“If you kill me and free me from my suffering, isn’t that also a cure? Hahaha!”

A high-ranking priest of mercenary origin.

It’s an incongruous combination.

Given that there was no information about this person, it was clear that the Duke of Reston had insufficient information when it came to the Holy Kingdom.

“Let’s talk about work.”

Mitas took a sip of the liquor in his flask, then wiped his mouth roughly with his cassock and said:

“What is your intention in infiltrating the Holy Nation with Seria at the forefront? The Holy Nation is now like a dead end to Seria.”

His voice definitely conveyed his care for Seria.

“If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll break your back in half.”

“It’s a little scary.”

Caron shrugged and nodded at Seria.

It wasn’t Caron’s job to persuade the archbishop.

It was time for Seria to earn her keep.

“Archbishop.”

As Seria stepped forward, Mitas frowned and waved his hand.

“I am speaking with Caron Reston now. Ceria. Our story will continue later… … .”

“I came because I wanted to.”

“You just don’t realize it because you’re being used by the author right now. Hanging out with Caron Reston is the worst choice you can make.”

A voice that sounds like a parent teaching a child.

It clearly showed how close the two were.

But Saint Seria did not back down.

“Please listen to me.”

“… … Seria. The current situation is not good. The people of the Holy Nation still trust and follow you, but their trust can crumble in an instant. What we need now is… … .”

That was when.

Paaaaat-!

A brilliant light emanated from Seria’s body.

Wings sprout from Seria’s back.

Six wings.

The clear and clean wings that were spread out at the tomb of the royal family of the Pajar Sultanate last time.

Those wings meant one thing.

“… … Oh, light.”

Although Mitas did not seem like a priest, he was ultimately a believer who followed the light.

The great saint.

This refers to a saint with six wings.

Seria spoke with her six wings spread out.

“I will convey the meaning of light.”

Mitas, who had been showing a rough appearance until now, corrected his posture politely.

He purified his drunkenness with his divine powers and answered in a low voice.

“The servant who follows the light, Mitas, upholds the will of the splendid light.”

Seria pointed her finger at Charon and spoke in a more serious voice than ever.

“Darkness has fallen on the Holy Land. So the Light has appointed a warrior for His children. Charon Reston will be the sword of light, and he will remove the darkness that has fallen on the Holy Land.”

Caron’s eyes widened at the sudden declaration.

“… … Yes? Me?”

“Caron Reston. Follow the will of the Light! You alone can save the Holy Nation!”

Charon saw a drop of sweat running down Seria’s cheek.

‘… … That’s a lie.’

That’s a lie.

How could the author, the god of light, appoint Charon, who blasphemed whenever he got the chance, as a warrior?

In fact, Seria’s face looked anxious.

Now she was a saint who had gone all the way.

Selling the name of God?

Caron could only exclaim in admiration at Seria’s shamelessness.

It was fortunate that Mitas had his head down, but if he had been observing Seria’s face, he would have immediately realized that it was a lie.

“Ka, Charon Reston. Answer quickly. Will you obey the will of the Light?”

As Seria urged, Caron glanced back at the group.

Leo and Leon.

They were both desperately trying to hold back their laughter.

‘What does Charon mean by light…?’

‘Yongsa-rae… … Yongsa… … .’

“Phew.”

Eventually, Leo couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. But Leo quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

“Caron Reston!”

Seria urged Caron again. Then Caron sighed and looked at Seria.

Is this really the only way?

But since Seria has laid the groundwork for me, it is only natural that I should at least take a spoonful.

Caron answered with a grimace.

“… … I will… … accept the meaning of light… … for now… … and see.”

“Ka… … I appoint Ron Reston as my warrior! Archbishop Mitas! Will you be a witness to this sacred history?”

“Thank you, Archbishop Mitas, for giving us this glorious opportunity! Let us move forward together, following the light!”

Seria, who took out her wings from the beginning.

And Caron, who responded to Seria’s ridiculous sitting play.

Under the leadership of several accomplices… … .

That’s how Caron became a warrior.

4.

That evening.

Archbishop Mitas willingly offered his lodgings to the new warriors, and thanks to him, the Caron party was able to rest in warm lodgings after three days.

There was a lot of discussion going on inside the hotel.

“The warrior of the Holy Kingdom, Charon Reston! Wow. You’re amazing, little brother. I’m proud of you as a warrior.”

“Then, will you be the first villain to be judged by the hands of the warrior? Just tell me which part of your body you want to have cut off? An arm, a leg, or a neck?”

“Huh.”

“You’re already upset, so be quiet.”

Caron took a piece of warm bread with his hand and put it in his mouth. Then he looked at Seria with a cold expression.

“What are you trying to do? If you had planned this, it would have been better if you had told me earlier.”

What a sudden declaration of warriorhood.

Seria’s impulsive action was not part of Charon’s plans.

Seria answered Caron’s question with a deep sigh.

“The Archbishop’s reaction was so different from what I had expected. I didn’t know that the Archbishop would be so opposed to Caron.”

“That shows how much he cares for you. He’s also good at reading people.”

“yes?”

“The person who tells me to stay away from him? That person is a really good person.”

Caron took a sip of water and chuckled.

It’s already spilt milk anyway.

Seria spread out her six wings, which could be considered evidence of her status as a great saint, and openly declared in front of the archbishop that Charon was a warrior.

Since it had come to this, the plan had to be revised.

“Archbishop Mitas never changes his mind once he makes up his mind. If things had continued as they were just now… … he would have definitely kicked Karon out.”

“What if it’s already been done? Okay, just tell me exactly what a warrior is. I need to know what a warrior is so I can dance to his beat, right?”

When Caron asked, Seria sighed and nodded.

“It’s complicated if I explain it in detail.”

The story of the warrior flowed out of Seria’s mouth.

An apostle appointed directly by the light.

He is a being who appears when the continent is in danger, and once he proves to be a warrior, he gains authority comparable to that of the Pope.

According to the Bible, the warrior appears with a great saint or great saintess.

Now that Seria had obtained six wings, it would not have been strange for a warrior to appear.

Among the explanations that followed, it was this part that caught Caron’s attention.

“The warrior is given the authority to judge even the clergy. In some ways, he has even more power than the Pope.”

“… … Even priests can be judged?”

“Yes. The Holy Nation exists to fight against evil beings. Since the warriors lead the Holy Nation into battle, they are granted tremendous authority. Of course… … being recognized as a warrior is a priority.”

Caro Eun summarized Seria’s explanation in one line.

“So what you’re saying is that warriors are just scoundrels appointed by God himself?”

“… … Not a loser… … .”

“If a priest goes around cutting off his balls, he’s a loser. If not, then what else is a loser?”

Charon stroked his chin as if he found it interesting, and smiled faintly.

“The welfare is better than I thought.”

Caron Reston, seventeen years old.

“Brave, can I do that?”

I guess I’ve developed a new dream at this age.

A wicked smile appeared on Caron’s lips.

Seria shuddered as she met Caron’s expression.

‘What on earth have I done… … .’

Even if you regret it, it’s already too late.

Charon decided to become a warrior.

There’s a mad dog living in the duke’s house