Chapter 211 – Sword and Poison (1)

Chapter 211 – Sword and Poison (1)

As soon as Juan realized that the attack was targeted toward Dismas, Juan let out a roar and pushed away the smoke around him in a hurry.

Dismas was still in the prison cell, but this time he was standing up. His back, which had certainly been struck by the beam of light, was already recovering itself amidst a gurgling sound.

Only then did Juan realize that all the pieces of iron embedded throughout Dismas’ body had melted away.

‘Did he attack himself all in order to get rid of the restraints keeping him in check?’

Before anyone knew it, Ivy was already in Dismas’ arms. She was bleeding from the back of her neck, but she didn’t look like she was seriously injured.

“Stay back. Do not come near me, fake emperor,” Dismas shouted, almost as if he was warning Juan.

Although his recovery was already underway, his ability to recover was not the same as before due to the burns; not to mention that the iron pieces that were embedded inside him had not been completely removed.

There was no other way for Dismas to stand up to Juan other than holding Ivy hostage.

However, Dismas’ plan was not effective enough to restrain Juan. Juan simply ignored Dismas’ warning and strode closer toward him with the intention of killing both Ivy and Dismas if need be.

At that moment, someone threw a spear toward Ivy and Dismas. The spear that was clearly aimed at Ivy was bounced off by Dismas when it got close to Ivy’s chest.

Upon glaring in the direction the spear came from, Dismas found Pavan preparing to throw a second spear straight toward them.

“Pavan!”

At the same time, Lenly charged toward Pavan with a loud roar.

Thanks to Lenly’s interruption, Pavan stumbled and missed his chance to throw the next spear.

Juan ignored the two and used Blink to rush toward Dismas.

However, at that moment Dismas used his own hands to penetrate his chest.

Just as Juan was feeling perplexed at the unexpected sight, Dismas pulled out a small necklace containing teleportation magic from inside his chest.

“I’ll see you next time.”

Dismas tightly held Ivy in his arms and in the blink of an eye disappeared amidst a burst of light.

***

“Your Holiness. How much do you happen to know about Telgramm?”

A few days ago in Cabragh, Helmut and Imil Ilde were climbing up the tall tower on the outskirts of the city.

Helmut was perplexed by Imil’s sudden question. Although Telgramm was well known as a weapon that was used by the emperor, no one knew much information about it. Come to think of it, it was said that Sutra as well as Dismas’ hammer were created by the emperor himself, while Nienna’s Oberon was a weapon created by the king of the fairies. Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

On the other hand, too little was known about Telegram other than its power.

“I don’t know much, but I’ve never really thought about it. Is there any other information on it besides the fact that it was a weapon used by His Majesty?”

Imil smiled and looked back at Helmut.

Helmut was irritated by Imil’s smile, but he couldn’t say anything since he owed far too much to the Ilde family; Imil was the one who introduced him to the Order of Surtr, and Ilde family was the one who made a counterattack against the fake emperor possible with the help of their enormous fortune and widespread distribution networks.

Considering that Imil Ilde had even sacrificed his youngest son, who was a Templar, he had earned enough merit to even appoint him as a Saint of the Church.

“It is only natural that you don’t know much about it, Your Holiness. After all, it’s not a very well-known story. This is because those who created Telgramm disappeared even before they were recorded in history,” Imil Ilde said.

“Those who created Telgramm? Who are they?” Helmet asked.

“I’m sure Your Holiness will find them to be familiar. They are the Hornsluines.”

Helmut paused for a moment. The only Hornsluine he knew of was Barth Baltic.

But Helmut knew that he had to be patient. He carefully handed over Telgramm to Imil.

“I hope that I will be able to handle it again in the near future,” Helmut said.

“By all means, you will, Your Holiness.”

Imil took Telgramm from Helmut and carefully put it back on the wall. Upon looking at the scene, a sudden question popped up in Helmut’s mind.

“Come to think of it, you told me that the Hornsluines made a weapon and the Aruntal made a great adversary capable of killing gods, right? If the weapon created by the Hornsluines is Telgramm, then what happened to the adversary that was created by the Aruntal? Did they succeed?”

Imil smiled at the question.

“Of course they succeeded. That’s why all the gods in the world are dead and gone now.”

Helmut was horrified to realize who the adversary created by the Aruntal was and that he had asked a stupid question. The man who killed all gods was so famous that no one even had to say his name out loud.

The moment Helmut thought that he had finally caught up to the emperor, he felt the gap between himself and the emperor widen once again.

“...I see. That’s how it is all connected...” Helmut said as he turned back to look at Imil.

“How do you know all these stories? Even I didn’t know any of this, and I’m the Pope.”

Imil did not answer him, only giving a strange smile.

***

A group of lights suddenly began to gather in the middle of Cabragh’s red fortress hall.

Soon, Dismas and Ivy appeared in the middle of the hall as the light spread all around them like an explosion.

Dismas collapsed to the floor as soon as the teleportation magic was over. His half-melted body was bubbling as self-recovery was underway, repeatedly destroying and healing itself.

Ivy had also immediately lost consciousness due to the heat from Telgramm, as well as the aftermath of the teleportation magic, despite being protected in Dismas’ arms.

Imil and the knights from the Order of Surtr hurriedly rushed into the hall.

“Doctrinal General!”

Imil approached Dismas who was gasping for air with difficulty. Burns were difficult to heal even with Dismas’ recovery ability. Although it would heal on its own over time, Dismas had to endure terrible pain until then.

Imil pulled a thin bottle out of his pocket and sprinkled it over Dismas.

Just when Ilil was about to bring the bottle to the corner of Dismas’ mouth, Dismas grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Is it medicine?” Dismas asked.

“...All it does is relieve pain to some extent,” Imil answered.

“Pain gives me the feeling that I’m being forgiven by His Majesty. So leave it alone.”

Dismas chose to suffer through the pain, but there was no reason for Imil to not nurse him.

Imil quickly instructed the knights to bring water and some towels to cool Dismas down. None of the knights refused to follow Imil’s order, since he had already taken an important position in the Western Army.

Meanwhile, Imil took a glance at Ivy who was still unconscious.

“Why did you bring her with you, Doctrinal General?” Imil asked.

Dismas glanced at Imil like he was talking nonsense.

“What kind of question is that? That’s the Saintess. It is our duty to rescue the Saintess from the vicious enemies who have forced her to come to the battlefield. May His Majesty be our witness as both His Holiness and the Saintess are in our army.”

Imil nodded with his mouth closed. Ivy was not only worthless as a hostage, but she was also a nuisance to the Western Army—especially for someone.

At that moment, the door of the hall opened with a loud bang. Helmut, who had run all the way from the tower housing Telgramm, was approaching them while gasping for air.

Imil sighed.

“If His Majesty is not really our witness, then those two being on the same spot won’t necessarily mean a good thing for us.”