The Magician’s Memorial - Chapter 90



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Episode 90

Volve knelt in front of the firmly closed door and continued to pray.

“God, look down.”

I saw a pitch-black darkness.

It was a revelation. God’s will to prepare for the great apocalypse that was soon to come.

Moreover, the saint heard the voice of God.

Ah, what should I do about this?

It is a hardship that those who are not prepared cannot endure.

It was such a horrible thing.

“What can we do?”

Roman, the great knight who inherited the steel bar of Nephim, knelt beside me and asked.

“We don’t know yet. I’m sure the Saintess is desperately seeking an answer right now.”

“If God just tells me to hold on… … .”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to endure it.”

“It’s a tough job.”

“Adversity is always like that.”

Quilbian, the messenger who came to deliver the word of God, was also closely related to the coming disaster.

God does not act without reason.

The being called Quilbian must have held a great reason that humans could not fathom.

“Perhaps we should welcome a new apostle of God.”

“You are talking about Quilbian.”

sir.

Paladin Roman also seemed to have felt something.

Volve looked at Roman.

“We may not dare to estimate, but we will ask anyway. In your opinion, what did Quilbian look like?”

Roman answered with a serious expression.

“He was a pure person. An ordinary person would have become arrogant or tried to use the word of God, but he did not do that.”

“you’re right.”

“He came honestly and conveyed the voice of God to the saint for the sake of all people. He is a person without greed. He is a true apostle, as the Bible always mentions.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, you had the same thoughts as me.”

“The Apostle Who Found the Saint.”

Roman nodded his head with an exclamation of “Ah.”

Volve also raised both hands toward the sky and bowed his head.

“God does not only give disasters. God always gives light. This is a chaotic world. This is a world full of problems. God will erase the problems with disasters and establish a new world with light.”

“May Thorgan look down on us.”

That was when.

The door to the prayer room opened slowly.

The saintess with her eyes half-opened was standing in front of the door. Quilbian waited one step behind her as if to assist her.

“What did God say?”

Volve looked at the saint’s instep and asked.

“He said, ‘Go ahead.’”

It was an ambiguous statement. But it was okay. There was confidence in the saint’s voice.

Even if a criminal cannot understand the word of God, a saint can, because she has received the grace of God.

“I will explore the world with this person.”

This person.

Volve raised his head. The saintess turned slightly and pointed at Quilbian.

Ah, so that’s what it was.

“The apostle of God has come.”

“… … .”

The saintess didn’t say anything. Her expression looked slightly unpleasant. No, she seemed embarrassed.

“Apostle. I am not worthy of being called by such a grand name.”

Quilbian stepped forward and said.

Volve was impressed. He felt inspired. It was impossible for human prayers to change so quickly.

The power of God was exercised.

I looked at Roman.

“God has blessed you. I can tell just by looking at you.”

Roman was deeply moved. His cool eyes became moist. Volv also had to try hard to hide the excitement rising from beneath his feet.

The Saint and the Apostle of God.

If two adults are guided by God, they will protect Sop’s holy land even if disaster strikes.

“I heard a voice too.”

Quillvian knelt on one knee and held out both hands. He took Volve’s and Roman’s hands each and continued speaking.

“Adversity is not meant to knock you down. It is meant for your endless prosperity, so endure it and overcome it.”

“Oh, Thorgan.”

Volve gripped Quilbian’s hand tightly.

It is certain that he is the apostle of God.

It was a sign of God’s promise to take care of Soap.

“God believed in you two.”

“He was always watching us.”

Volve couldn’t hold back the tears that were welling up. It was a blessed life.

“Your Majesty is tired. It seems she is tired from listening to the great man’s words over and over again.”

Listening to Quilbian’s words, Volve couldn’t help but sigh at his own insensitivity.

“Take a rest. I’ll get ready.”

The saint said.

“You don’t need to prepare anything separately. I can just pray in my room.”

You must have used up all your divine power, but you still want to pray? It’s embarrassing to see the saint sacrificing herself.

“Lord Quilbian, I still have something to say about the revelation, so please follow me.”

“All right.”

The saint took the lead and Quilbian followed.

The saint’s residence was in Geumnam’s district, but Volve didn’t care.

The Quilbian who follows the saint is not a man but an apostle of God. It was something that should not be interpreted from a vulgar point of view.

“I will issue instructions to the Knights Templar. To welcome the new Apostle of the God.”

Roman also looked at the saint and the apostle walking away with moved eyes.

“You probably don’t want to be treated with much fanfare.”

“yes.”

“Still, we must prepare. Their bodies are no longer theirs alone. They are the bodies that will take the place of the Savior. We must assist them.”

“That is a valid point.”

After exchanging glances with Roman, Volve quickly moved to the main hall of the cathedral.

I had to inform the high-ranking priests.

Regarding disaster.

And about the apostles.

*

The saintess, who had slammed the door shut, let out a long sigh. Her stiff expression slowly relaxed.

The saint walked to the bed and lay down as if everything was bothersome.

“If you get caught like that, things will go wrong. Sit down properly.”

“Don’t worry. This is a place you can’t come in carelessly. And it’s also a place you can’t leave carelessly. Ugh!”

It was a saint who stretched and made a strange sound. Then she took off the outer garment that covered her body and took off the silver accessories hanging from her wrists and ears, throwing them on the pillow.

“I feel like I can live now.”

It was a saint who was lying on the bed, glanced around, and then sat down on the floor.

There seems to be a serious shortage of people. Seriously, a lot.

Quillvien sat in his chair, his eyebrows furrowed.

“How is it? Can’t you hear any voices?”

“Not at all.”

“You’re not hiding it, are you?”

“It’s true!”

She was a saint who cried and complained that it was unfair.

Cheryl will have to open her eyes to finish this ridiculous play, Quilbian said, wiping his face.

“Let’s just think about getting out of here for now.”

“Do you really think those people will let me go? I tried to sneak out once before and it was a mess.”

“How was it?”

“All the high-ranking priests came and knelt before me. They said, ‘You can’t do that, it’s dangerous, you have to stay in the Holy Land.’ I immediately canceled it. I didn’t say anything after that. If I had said anything… … they would have tied me up.”

It was a saint who spoke with her whole body trembling.

“It looks like you trust us. If you express your strong opinion, you will be sent away.”

“What should I say?”

“Since you’re thinking of the word disaster, let’s just say that it’s an inspection to prevent disaster.”

Quilbian thought of the knight who had been shedding tears.

“I’m talking about the knight who was with the great saint.”

“Oh, Mr. Roman.”

“Your name is Roman. What is your personality like?”

“He’s a scary person. He was there when they came to get me. If you don’t listen, I’ll just hit you. I think he has this kind of belief.”

“Then I won’t let you off easy. People with that kind of personality tend to be secretly loyal. They’ll definitely follow you under the pretext of protecting the saintess.”

“Really? That’s not right. That guy is a monster. He can pick up a horse and throw it, and he can run faster than a horse.”

“There is a monster sleeping inside you that can be crushed with one finger.”

The saint looked down at her body.

“You keep saying monster, monster, but is there really a monster inside me? The voice inside me is too gentle to be a monster.”

“If you don’t believe me, wake her up right now. I have something to say to her too.”

“Mr. Quilbian has a really foul mouth. It’s scary.”

“If you go through what I went through, you’ll be the same.”

“No, that doesn’t work for me.”

“Well, let’s say that’s true.”

The saintess yawned slightly.

“Can I get some sleep?”

“Are you sleepy in this situation?”

“I couldn’t sleep because I was so nervous. A sweet voice told me you were coming today. I wondered who you were, whether you could get me out, whether something was wrong… .”

Haaam, the saintess who was yawning again looked at Quilbian.

“Can I sleep?”

“Go to sleep. I’ll be busy when I wake up.”

She was a saint who crawled under the covers and started snoring right away. She whined that she was scared, but she still slept well. Should I say she was very adaptable or insensitive?

Quillvien got up from his chair and approached the bed. He looked down at the sleeping saint and took out the axe.

He whispered close to my neck.

“If you were playing, why don’t you open your eyes now?”

There was no response.

I turned around, my mouth watering.

He was clearly conscious, but he was unable to take over the saint’s body.

I guess I’ll have to meet another goblin who’s sneaked in to bring about change.

If the ‘thing’ that was born with Cheryl had come to his senses, he would definitely be moving to find me.

Cheryl was always there, whether he was a groom or an apprentice.

It couldn’t have been a coincidence. It must have been the result of an inexplicable causal relationship. The newly appeared goblin was also likely to be nearby.

I would appreciate it if you could come all the way to the Holy Land on your own two feet, but would you be able to get there while fighting your way through the maddened warriors?

Cheryl was able to use magic in the gap, but her body was too weak. She was a goblin who would die if stabbed with a sword.

Just like Quilbian, there will be limitations in the gap. Probably the same goes for other goblins.

Eventually, you have to leave the Holy Land.

A journey to find a goblin who may be on par with God, accompanied by a reckless saint who threatens to confess the truth unless her request is granted.

I was so excited that I almost swore.

“Let’s go comfortably, let’s go comfortably.”

Quilbian spoke as he looked at the mirror in the saint’s room.

A thirty-year-old man with dark circles under his eyes sighed deeply as he looked into the mirror.

Drumroll.

I turned around at the sound of snoring.

She was a saint who threw off her blanket and tossed and turned.

The urge to kill welled up in me, but I suppressed it.

Open your eyes now, you damn goblin.

Quillvian slumped down on the table.

My tired body was whispering.

Get some sleep.

I felt like I shouldn’t sleep, but my mind was already starting to become hazy.

This body was too susceptible to sleep.

Let’s just take a quick nap and wake up, Quilbian thought as he closed his eyes completely.

(Continued in next episode)