The Mad Dog of the Dukes House - Chapter 255



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Episode 255 82. Mad Warrior

One.

The 5th diocese, located right next to the 3rd diocese of Archbishop Mitas.

Archbishop David, who leads the 5th diocese, was sweating profusely because of a guest who had arrived out of nowhere.

“I… … So, I am absolutely not a heretic. No matter how much you push me to that… … .”

“Hmm. You’re driving me crazy. Are you ignoring the warrior’s words right now? That would be disappointing. Isn’t that right, Your Highness?”

The self-proclaimed warrior, Caron Reston, stormed into the church without warning and set up shop in broad daylight, causing trouble.

The problem is that Caron Reston didn’t come alone.

He came with Saint Seria, who could be considered a person of interest in the Holy Kingdom. And there was an even bigger problem.

‘… …Saint Seria spread her six wings.’

It is said that Saint Seria was chosen as the Great Saint.

What is a great saint?

She is a great prophetess who appears whenever the Holy Nation is in a moment of crisis. The mere appearance of the Great Saintess means that the Holy Nation is in crisis.

I don’t know why Light chose Saint Seria, but we shouldn’t doubt Light’s choice.

Wings are proof that you have been chosen by God. As His servants, we must humbly accept that fact.

“Is it because it’s alcohol that we drink in church? It tastes really good.”

However, the scoundrel in front of him tests David’s own faith.

Drinking in a sacred church.

Where on earth did you learn such manners?

But I couldn’t say anything because I had already given permission for that part. I just looked at her with a slight frown.

So David let out a small sigh. And asked in a low voice.

“Why have you come here? If the Holy Mother has chosen you as a warrior, His Holiness will formally appoint you as a warrior.”

David had no intention of interfering with the power struggle currently taking place in the Holy Land.

Just wait a little longer and his sabbatical year will soon be upon him.

His modest goal was to spend his sabbatical year quietly, without being embroiled in any controversy.

Charon smiled faintly at David’s answer. Then he asked in a soft voice.

“You are a person who should know everything. Of course, you came to win over Archbishop David.”

“Inclusion? I am just a priest who follows the light. I will not take anyone’s side.”

It was a fundamental answer.

I will not take anyone’s side, I will fulfill my duty as a priest.

‘I expected it.’

I knew it would come out like this. Archbishop Mitas described Archbishop David as a ‘boring person.’

When I actually came and met him, I fully understood what he meant by the expression “boring.”

This type of people are faithful to the basics and principles. They have lived that way their entire lives, so it is not easy for them to change.

The type that takes a step back rather than getting caught up in the storm.

These people may make great managers in normal times, but they will be vulnerable in chaotic situations like this.

‘In this case… … .’

There is only one answer.

If there is a chance to completely break that way of thinking, people will change.

“I’m not asking you to take sides.”

Charon’s tongue began to move without stopping.

“It’s telling you to listen to your Archbishop’s conscience.”

“……What does it mean?”

“Those who follow the will of God are gathering troops to invade other countries. You say that God is merciful. But if you have to kill those who do not follow you in order to spread your faith, then is the one you serve truly merciful?”

Charon was questioning the very entity known as the Divine Kingdom.

A country united only by faith.

It may seem sacred on the outside, but it is actually different.

Here, like other kingdoms and empires, there is a division of social classes. The only difference is that the nobles are replaced by priests, and the fiefs are replaced by parishes.

So is this really the utopia that believers were hoping for?

“They try to gain power by eliminating their enemies, and they try to expand their influence by waging war. This is how I don’t understand what makes the Holy Kingdom different from other nations.”

Charon did not want to deny that the Holy Kingdom was blessed by the gods.

Pure divine power. The immense aura felt from Seria alone is proof enough.

Borrowing their power is not optional. It is a necessity to fight and win against the demons.

“For now, I’ll be satisfied with confirming our differences in position.”

Charon put the bottle back in his subspace pocket and slowly stood up.

“I don’t mean to impose a black-and-white logic, but there can be no gray areas in times like these. Join or die as a heretic. Unlike me, these fanatics will only ask you to choose one of the two. Perhaps when that moment comes… … you will realize that my suggestion was gentlemanly. So that’s it for today.”

I’ve already made enough luck.

A smile appeared on Charon’s lips. He slowly turned around and spoke to his companions.

“Let’s all go back to our lodgings and rest. The saintess has something important to say, so please follow her.”

So Caron left with his group.

When I went outside, the sky was dark. It looked like it might rain at any moment.

Leon looked up at the sky and asked Charon in a casual manner.

“What are you thinking?”

At those words, Charon followed Leon and looked up at the sky.

“The weather is perfect. It’s a good day for those dark-hearted guys to move around.”

“… … You, no way.”

“Now that they’ve spread the rumor that a warrior has appeared, they’ll start moving right away. They’re headed to war, and they don’t want to see internal divisions.”

Saint Seria, who was said to have gone missing, has returned as a great saint. And the chosen warrior is by her side.

How far-reaching is this rumor?

As Charon had wished, the people of the Holy Kingdom were in an uproar. In fact, when they first set foot in these five parishes, many people welcomed Charon and his party.

It was practically a case of fire being thrown at them. They couldn’t just sit still when public opinion was changing so rapidly.

“Oh, I feel good just thinking about that kid’s face being crumpled up.”

Bad luck in the Southern Great Forest.

Saint Elijah.

If it’s that sinister fanatic guy, he’ll make a move somehow.

“We made the move first, so let’s just wait.”

The bait has been thrown out sufficiently.

Although he didn’t know what he would catch, Caron had no doubt that a moonfish would be caught.

“Everyone, get plenty of rest until then. It won’t take too long.”

Caron’s prediction soon turned out to be correct.

That night.

The inquisitors arrived at the 5th parish.

The reason for the visit was to secure the safety of the Great Saint and the warrior.

2.

Caron and his party, who were resting comfortably in their lodgings, had no choice but to return to the chapel after receiving a summons from Archbishop David.

A night when the moon is hidden behind the clouds.

Amidst the gloomy atmosphere, Caron woke up and entered the chapel, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“I was having a good dream, why are you waking me up all of a sudden?”

As Caron grumbled and entered, many eyes immediately flew in and focused on him.

Knights wearing pure white armor and priests wearing black robes were waiting for Charon and his party at the chapel.

“If you stare at me like that, your face will wear out.”

Caron walked inside, muttering. And the group followed behind him cautiously.

The number of people gathered in the chapel seemed to be well over thirty.

And among them.

‘You have quite a bit of hidden power.’

According to the article, there were as many as four 7-star players included.

There are no 7-star power players rolling around on the street.

In terms of the Imperial Knights, he is at least a Vice-Commander.

A person with that level of power should have definitely been exposed to the information network of the Duke of Reston, but they are people of power who don’t even know Caron.

The fact that four of them were sent here suggests that there may be more hidden powers.

-Master. That guy over there with the silver mask. He has some kind of magical power or something. And… …He’s looking over 8 stars?

‘Does this mean that even those with skills comparable to those of the 7-star class can be produced?’

One of the four had reached the end of the seven stars.

Even though the Paladins themselves are less destructive than regular knights, they are a force that should never be overlooked.

This force alone was enough to massacre several small units.

But Caron wasn’t particularly nervous. Rather, he spoke in a relaxed voice.

“I guess everyone is interested in me? Why are so many people coming to see me on this night?”

Caron glanced at the others.

They were not all a bunch of idiots. In other words, they were elites who had been carefully selected and sent by the other side.

“If someone saw this, they would think we’re waging war. Are those who worship God so vicious and murderous?”

I don’t know what orders they had received, but their attitude was filled with hostility.

Besides, the guys didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding it.

“Can I sit down and listen? I’m a little tired.”

Caron smirked as he sat down crookedly on the long chair. Then the man wearing the silver mask spoke in a gruff voice.

“I am Bakal, leading the First Special Unit of the Inquisition under the direct control of the Holy See. It is an honor to meet you, Charon Reston.”

“But the archbishop here treats us like warriors, but I guess the people there don’t have that kind of treatment?”

When Caron openly sarcastically criticized him, the heretic inquisitor named Bakal responded with his still stiff voice.

“According to the sacred code, the powers of a warrior can only be exercised after receiving the letter of appointment from His Holiness the Pope. Please understand that I cannot recognize you as a warrior until then.”

“You are narrow-minded compared to your appearance. If someone saw me, they would think I was pretending to be a warrior. After all, the Great Lady herself chose me.”

At those words, Bakal turned his head and looked behind Charon.

There stood Seria, her fists clenched.

“It is clear that Saint Seria has been associated with pagans, and she must be brought before the Holy See.”

“Even though I got six wings?”

“We cannot completely rule out the possibility that it is pagan sorcery.”

“Haha, it’s more fun when it comes out like this. I understand your position.”

The honorifics disappeared from Caron’s speech.

“Caron said, slowly getting up from his seat.

“So what you’re saying is that you won’t acknowledge us.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t acknowledge it. It just means I’ll keep in mind the possibility of something happening and give you a chance to resolve any misunderstandings.”

“It’s too threatening to say that… … What if we refuse?”

“If you do not cooperate obediently, you will be considered to have infiltrated the Holy Land by impersonating the Great Saint and the Warrior, and you will be tried by the Vatican.”

It was obvious that the trial would end in death.

“The charge is blasphemy, something like that? That’s right. I heard somewhere that the sacred kingdom’s famous attraction is burning at the stake. If I’m lucky, I might be able to see that.”

Srrrrrr.

Charon pulled the guillotine from its scabbard.

An eerie light sparkled from the ceiling lights. The overwhelming murderous aura of the guillotine instantly spread in all directions.

It was a sudden action. But Leo and Leon also drew their swords following Charon.

“If you can take her, take her with you.”

As Caron and his group took out their weapons, the Inquisitors also took out their weapons as if they had been waiting.

Maces and swords. And some of them took out gauntlets and put them on.

A suffocating air began to flow through the chapel. Charon took a deep breath and said,

“Archbishop David, can you see? Are you still going to watch quietly?”

Woohoo.

The guillotine, which was filled with the magic of Cheongmyeong, resonated violently.

“Watching silently is not being neutral. It’s just being a bystander. These are people who would even deny the wings that God gave them. I don’t know much about theology, but it doesn’t make sense to deny the evidence of God.”

Charon’s voice gained weight. Then the Inquisitor, Bakal, aimed his sword at Charon.

“You’re finally showing your true colors. The devil always imitates the form of God.”

“Oh yeah?”

“We are always ready to be martyred. We will punish you here for the sake of the brilliant light.”

Saaaaah.

An ominous aura began to rise from the bodies of the heretic inquisitors.

Parma horsepower.

A force that was completely different from divine power and rather resembled black magic spread throughout the chapel. At the same time, the eyes of the heretic inquisitors turned red.

It was a technique similar to the magical explosion used by knights.

“If you kill us all here, it will mean something. Many will see your ugliness, and great anger will be directed at you.”

Although the voice was calm, there was an eerie murderous aura.

But Charon swung his sword silently.

Boohoo.

The tip of the guillotine’s sword was not aimed at the Inquisitors. The dark blue blade cut off the shoulder of the saint, Seria.

The pure white priestly robes that Seria was wearing were instantly soaked in blood, and Charon smiled brightly as he spoke.

“The thugs posing as heretic inquisitors attacked the saintess and the warrior. The warrior Karon Reston willingly swung his sword and protected the saintess from the heretics. This is the truth that will spread throughout the Holy Kingdom tomorrow morning.”

Incitement and fabrication?

“Even so, I have also blackmailed the current Emperor with self-harm. Blackmailing yourself is actually quite effective, isn’t it?”

That was Caron’s specialty.

“Your corpses and the saint’s wounds will serve as excellent evidence. This is how incitement and fabrication are originally done. How is it? Have you learned a thing or two?”

Charon stretched as if he was refreshed. Then this time he aimed his sword at the Inquisitors and spoke.

“Well then. Take the warrior’s sword, you evil demons.”

The madness that blossomed from Charon’s eyes began to shake the chapel.

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