Chapter 824

Episode 824:

The Knot (11)

The fact that the body of Dorae, which was stored indefinitely, was an arrangement prepared for Kaise Bajur.

Dabi called out Lennok, who realized this and stopped his hand, with a look of concern.

[...Master?]

Lennok, who was silent, wiped his face with a confused expression and looked at the words written on the altar.

“I see...”

If you think about it, it was a strange thing.

Although I don’t know much about the religious leader, he doesn’t have the personality to become obsessed with a body he once used and discarded.

No, from the beginning, the leader in my memory didn’t seem to be very interested in Dorae’s existence.

He just laughed at his longing and situation, concluding that his relationship with Do-rae was a coincidence.

If such a religious leader had kept the body he had incarnated forever, it was clear that it was not for his own benefit.

While facing the awakened Ascendant, the true purpose behind it was lost.

Ugh!!!

The liquor table engraved on the altar is dyed in bright red light.

The infinitely transparent, red glow of fresh blood, as if revealing the life sacrificed here, slowly extinguishes the Beopjin.

Lennok muttered quietly as he watched the drinking circle gradually losing its luster and fading away.

“Kaise....”

How did he change after the Black Consumer Project failed?

He, who promised to find answers by thoroughly investigating all the failures in the world, even participates in an offering ceremony and becomes a notary public.

Lennoc cannot yet imagine how many failures, frustrations and corruption there were.

The Kaise from the past that I encountered in the closed area at that time was a strong person who even Lennok was instantly drawn to.

The gap between Kaise, who chose to disappear for Lennok, and the records left here is so great that it makes even speculation difficult.

“....”

No, in the end, this is just a past that only Lennok remembers.

Kaise Bajur, who acknowledged his failure and handed over the image of Reverse Heaven, is nowhere to be found.

What is here is a record of Kaise, who failed the project and changed without ever meeting Lennok.

Did Seina Naidri know about this?

The transaction between the sect leader and Kaise over the body of Dorae. She must have known that that history remained here.

Perhaps the priestess may have transferred her priestly authority to Lennok in order to inform him of this fact.

Then, after all, Alkaid is not just one person...

Lennok thought like that and rummaged around in his arms with a sinking gaze.

Palak!!

Papyrus Aureus shining with a soft golden glow.

If there were any records about Kaise left here, would Ethan also have left a record in the travelogue?

Fortunately, a new record emerged in the travel log as Lennok had thought.

[Crematorium on the 19th floor underground of the memorial tower. A ritual site where the Holy See made a deal with Requiem and made offerings to believers.]

[After examining the blood traces and remains, the genetic information

of 139 people was confirmed.] [I tried offering my own blood and flesh on the altar, but there was no response. The ritual is presumed to have ended completely.]

“There is a limit to enjoying eccentricity...”

Lennok shook his head at the insane record of offering himself at the altar.

There’s no way he didn’t know how dangerous the cult was, but he did something like this without hesitation?

He must have been a person whose thinking was a bit distorted in the first place, as he had tasted and evaluated the waters of the Headrain River.

Afterwards, Lennok wandered around the crematorium following the records in the record.

Ethan must have been investigating this crematorium for quite some time, as there were a lot of records left in the records.

[The statues of gods built on all sides of the crematorium are not from the culture or style of Yorta, but from Kundara.]

[Just based on the period, they appear to have been made before the central city was built.]

The cult brought the statues of Kundara gods for rituals and brought them here. Was it prepared?

However, this was not the record that Lennox wanted to check through the records.

If Kaise Bajur had watched the church’s rituals at this ceremony hall, Ethan would have surely found out about it as well.

They wanted to check whether he had left any related writings in the record of his visit.

After that, Lennok quickly read through the records Ethan left during his trip to Yorta.

The strange eating habits of Aoroshiku, the ten thousand demons that guard the 10th floor underground. A secret similar to the rare chronic disease that the Cheongui District fortress commander is suffering from.

Yorta is not strict about moving between classes, and despite its seemingly complex customs, it is surprisingly easy to live in.

Because it exists between life and death, miraculous reunions with family, friends, and lovers often occur.

It is also true that Ethan himself was secretly happy about that fact.

“....”

As if summarizing the journey in Yorta and leaving a final comment.

The thoughts and emotions I felt while looking around this city were there.

[The Mangwi Night Journey failed, but its fruits remain and maintain the order of the city.] [It is an

essential task for the city, but on the other hand, it is a force to keep the dead souls from leaving the world.] [

I wonder if it is truly for the sake of the dead . I still don’t know.]

Gooooo!!

Lennok, who was walking along the direction of the words in the book, was suddenly standing at the end of the ruins.

Beyond the gate, you can see at a glance the scenery of the river, where the Hedrain River is overflowing and the water current is dynamic.

A story about Kaise that Ethan Bajur left behind before leaving this city.

[My father didn’t say anything, but I knew that I wouldn’t live up to his expectations.] [

Because the destiny given to me was so shabby compared to the future you envisioned.]

“....”

Ethan Bajur’s thoughts on Kaise The final conclusion to organize this.

His situation of awkwardly inheriting Kaise’s talent and how he accepted that fact.

“A leaflet for enlightenment of special abilities? “No, I’m Song Ha.”

“....”

“I heard that the memorial tower built in this city collapsed.”

Songha calmly scratches her head and explains despite Lennok’s sharp questioning.

It’s to the point where I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t care about the mood or atmosphere around him, or if he’s just insensitive to begin with.

Songha paid no heed to Lennok’s reaction and muttered absently as if he was recalling a memory to himself.

“I came here because my staff was talking about this and I thought I should check it out. “There are things I want to find before the others come.”

Confirm with the staff. Although it is difficult to understand because of the lack of information, it is certain that we know about the collapse of the tower.

An organization that has the ability to quickly recognize and act on sensitive topics even within Yorta.

Or, he may be a person of skill equivalent to the leadership of such an organization.

“What are you looking for?”

“Oh, you want to find it together? But actually, I don’t know much.”

Songha looked back at Lennok with a pleased expression and then muttered as if he was reminiscing.

“It’s like a diary, but it’s not a notebook. Should I say it’s a record book? “It’s something someone left behind.”

“....”

“From what I heard, it would be in the shape of a scroll and would most likely sink to the bottom of the river.”

Songha grumbled with a blank expression as Lennok remained silent.

“I haven’t seen it in person, I’ve only heard descriptions of it, so it’s difficult to find. So I swam to a place where I felt a familiar feeling-”

At that moment, Songha stopped speaking and stared at Lennok’s fingertips.

An old papyrus half hidden between shadow robes.

Songha said while looking at Papyrus, who was unable to hide everything because the map was being drawn in real time.

“They said it looked exactly like what you were holding.”

“....”

There was silence as Lennok did not respond.

Songha asked, silently looking at the papyrus held in Lennok’s fingertips.

“it’s you?”

“That one.”

Lennok asked.

“Is this the general of Deadrise?”

“...hmm.”

Songha, who was tapping the back of his hand with his arms crossed, was worried.

He asked, lost in thought with a blank expression.

“I’m asking just in case... but you’re not from our neighborhood, right?”

“....”

“I see.”

Songha, who seemed to understand the answer to a seemingly harsh topic, nodded and flipped off his coat.

An attitude hanging from a slim waist. It was hard to see because it was covered by the coat, but it was incredibly long.

Slam!

Songha, who lowered his posture leisurely and placed one hand on the handle, looked up at Lennok.

The movement does not feel any threat and is so slow that it even appears languid.

However, Lennok was clearly aware that his intuition was rising from the moment Song Ha lowered his posture.

“I don’t know how you knew, but like you said, I have the ability to create alter egos.”

Song Ha said, turning his back and stroking his sword.

“We split the clones and use them in various parts of the Legion, but we pay a high price to maintain the clones even at long distances.”

Is he a superhuman strong enough to swim the River Hedrain with his abilities limited in order to maintain his alter ego over very long distances?

The moment Lennok, who understood the meaning, tried to guess in his head how limited Songha’s abilities were.

“Physical capacity, metabolism, and respiratory function are all restricted to less than 30%. “It’s so uncomfortable that it’s even difficult to live with it.”

Songha’s answer casually explains the conditions under which she is restricted by her own words.

“But my swordsmanship exists in its intact form regardless of these restrictions. “This is the foundation of my training that preceded even my superpowers.”

“....”

Songha said confidently, looking at Lennok who was silent.

“So if you don’t want to die, hand over that scroll to me. “You understand, right?”

“okay. “I don’t want to die.”

Lennok, who was quietly listening to Songha, smiled and asked.

“But do you mind if I explain your abilities and limitations in such detail?”

“...Hmm?”

At that moment, Songha tilted his head as if he hadn’t thought about it at all.

“what? “Huh? Umm?”

Songha is lost in thought, as if she is blankly reconsidering what she said, but then falls silent.

“Did I... say that?”

“I don’t know if he’s insensitive or mentally ill.”

Lennok sneered at the sight.

“Is intelligence included among the abilities that are limited to 30% to maintain the alter ego?”

“....”

At that moment, Songha shrugged his shoulders and briefly averted his gaze.

A sensitive reaction, as if he had hit the nail on the head with something that was meant to be openly ridiculed.

Lennok, who immediately noticed this, asked with an expression of bewilderment.

“...is it real?”

[Wow....]

“...you.”

While Dabi was amazed by the idea that went beyond common sense, Songha, whose earlobes were red, grabbed his attitude.

“I found out something I shouldn’t have known.”