27 27. The prince returns to his home country.

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In the throne room of the Holy Father, paladins are strewn from side to side. After that, the high priests and the brothers and nobles of the Patriarch gathered in ranks.

They gathered to hear about the stranger who happened on the 'Land of Command'.

But the story Haman told was different from what they wanted.

The nobles were surprised and silent.

“... he hunts vampires? ”

“Are some of the High Priestesses dispatched to the land of the commander? ”

Whispering is heard among the nobles.

The disciples looked at each other.

They shake their heads as if they weren't.

“... Are you referring to the emperor, the Seven, Alan Olfolds? ”

The Holy Father has finally opened his mouth.

The nobles who were unable to smile in front of the Holy Father shook their heads.

He only smiled as if he had heard a funny joke.

- The Crown Prince?

- That can't be right. I'm glad you didn't piss in the corner.

“I'm afraid so.”

The nobles frown at Haman's words.

The brothers of the Great Depression also opened their eyes.

The paladin Haman looked up at the dragon of the Holy Land.

Like a mute who eats honey, his mouth is tightly shut and his eyes are quite wide open.

I could guess what he was thinking.

You're not gonna believe this.

A foolish prince who was betrayed by a usurper who stole a maid?

Haman wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it himself.

“Haman. I thought you were a clean saint. But I don't think so. You are now. ”

The Holy Land, Celt Olfolds, frowns with an unpleasant look.

“... on a rope? The damn thing. ”

“Hmmm · · ·. ”

You hear a faint cough next to the Holy Father.

An old man, who looked like he was in his mid- to late 70s in a white robe, was standing with a ranch.

It must have stopped the word degrading the aristocracy.

The Holy Father stared at the Archbishop who was beside him displeased, but he turned his gaze back on Haman.

“Are you, by any chance, supporting the Seven? ”

I didn't say it out loud, but the answer is whether I want to stick to the seven.

Haman smiles bitterly.

‘So, blood is thicker than water. ’

I wonder if it's the grandson who inherited the blood.

He was the same as the prince who lost his memory.

“No, I'm just telling you the truth. ”

The Holy Father, Celt Olfalls, looks down upon Haman.

The eyes of faith did not waver.

A paladin who was there to protect the old Ulithians.

He won't have a conscience.

“... Archbishop, what do you think? ”

Haman looked at the Archbishop.

Raphael Astoria.

He is considered to be an authority within ten fingers of the Holy See.

In addition, there was a history of the seven popes nearly robbing his granddaughter.

“This can't be happening. ”

His words are the same as Haman's.

Haman grips his teeth.

It's natural.

It couldn't have been easy defending the wretched prince.

“But · · · ·. ”

Raphael changed it.

You're angry because you recall the seven princes who tried to rob your granddaughter.

And yet, he said, killing emotions.

“... there are reports that the people of Lonia are advocating for the Seven. Some people called him a saint. ”

Suddenly, I hear someone laughing in the throne room.

The place where the paladins of the Great Depression heard a sound.

Three of them realized the mistake and kept their mouths shut.

He swallows a dry saliva and bows his head to admit his mistake.

Archbishop Raphael continued.

“It is also true that the Holy Father had a strange energy seen in Lonia. We should investigate further. ”

“Do they insist that it is the power of the seven emperors? ”

“That's not it. I'm just trying to prevent the seven popes from taking over the work of someone. ”

“... I see. ”

The Holy Father Celt said to Haman,

“There will be work to defend the lands of Bina and Ronia that cannot tell if your report is false, true or not. ”

Celt Olfalls raises her hand lightly.

“I will grant the Earl title to the lord of Ronia, Baron General Rifan, and Haman Diane a small piece of land in the northwest. Also · · ·. ”

Celt lowers her hand. He was silent for a while.

Despite the silence you hired, the Holy Spirit shuts his eyes and mutters like a solitary horse.

“... seven, reduce the deadline for Allen Olfolds' discharge. Let him return to the Imperial Palace as soon as he is fully healed. I'll talk to him directly. ”

Archbishop Raphael's eyes widen.

He tries to say something, but the Holy Father Celt blocks his words by raising his hand.

“Any objections? Haman.”

“None.”

At the words of the Holy Father Celt, Haman bows his head.

* *

Haman's next stop was a remote room in a corner of the Imperial Palace.

As he opens the door and walks inside, you hear a familiar voice.

“... Haman. ”

“I do, Your Grace. ”

Even during the daytime, the curtains blocked the windows.

Haman lights the candle on the shelf.

A man was seen among the dim lights.

The person who is covered in blood is sitting on the bed.

It was hard to estimate age, but when you look at the body and voice, you could see that he was in his mid-20s.

“Have you been well, Your Holiness? ”

Luan Olfalls, son of Julia and brother of the Seven.

He looks at Haman and says,

“Health? Haha, you're joking. Haman. You know exactly what state I'm in. Yes, I am now. I'm living a life of misery with a terrible curse. It's not weird to die tomorrow. ”

“... ”

First, Luan was "cursed" at the heart.

Magic is passing through the heart and is feeding on his vitality.

As my skin rotted, my whole body's senses gradually became numb.

I lost my sense of touch, smell, and taste, and now my vision and hearing have faded away.

It's magical in the heart. It can't even be cured.

He was becoming a dying corpse.

“I heard that you defended the Seven Kingdoms. ”

“Sure · · ·. ”

Haman's throat snaps.

The first prince opened his eyes and looked at him.

“You're defending the scum who killed your mother and humiliated you? Are you out of your mind? Why, are you going to beg him if I don't know if I'm going to live? Haha! Then you're on the wrong line. How can such a scoundrel be a saint? ”

The first prince loosened his throat in dismay.

I gave him a brief boost, but the blood gushes from his hands.

Luan grips his teeth and sets his temples in motion.

“... No, I'm sorry. You're not that kind of person. ”

“The seven are innocent. It was because of me that Yulicia was killed. · · If I had stayed. · · ”

“That's when I gave the order. Call for backup.”

“It was an order, but I couldn't defend myself. It's like I'm scared and I'm running. ”

“If you hadn't called for reinforcements, I and the Seven would not have survived. ”

Vampires aim for Ulithia and the emperors.

If the first or seventh prince saw the possibility of escaping, he would have been hunted.

The answer was to get Haman to call the paladin.

Of course, at that time, Ulithia had already died and the first prince was cursed with leprosy.

“The Crown Prince is · · · ·. ”

Luan looks at Haman.

“Do you hate Prince 7? ”

“... Of course not. Why do you ask? ”

Luan tilts his head. because I couldn't understand the meaning of his question.

“If the prince hides his true nature for Ulithia, To grow strength · · · ·. Making a mess. · · · · · If you are deceived by yourself. ”

Luan looks at Haman and gives him a pitiful look.

“You must be out of your mind dealing with that maniac. ”

“... ”

“You've come a long way, but you must be tired. I'm tired of dealing with him again. Rest.”

Nor did I trust anyone.

The actions of the seven princes have crossed the line.

But Haman didn't give up.

The Seven Kingdoms are sharpening their swords for revenge.

No matter how powerful he is, if there is no one to support him, it will easily crumble.

We need to build a backpack to support him.

Haman sighs.

He makes his way straight to the Commander's Land.

* *

A few weeks after the 'Wave of Death', Lonia's territory was still unclear.

Grill frowns as he cleans up the melted corpses.

"How long do I have to do this?"

You're a farmer, not a corpse handler.

But what I can't complain about...

"Phew..."

The Lord of Ronia himself is taking care of the undead with the knights.

"Why was he demoted?"

Grill sticks out his tongue.

Then Hans, a fellow hunter from the village, approaches.

"Grill! Here, take this...!"

Hans pushes a piece of paper from his arms into the grill's bosom.

"What?"

"It's from the undead. Get it before the guards do!"

"What the..."

Hans puts a bag full of something inside his chest, making sure he already has a solid cut.

"There's a lot of money in it!"

"..."

Grill glances at the soldiers at work, but still looks at Hans' documents.

I don't know what it says because I haven't learned anything, but it looks like a luxurious piece of paper for nobles to use.

I tore it up pretty old and the ink spread. That's why it looks more expensive.

The grill was hidden in his arms.

I don't know what it is, but I thought I'd ask Charlotte later to ask the prince what it is.

I hope it's worth the money.

The grill continues to tidy up the corpses, sweeping up the palate.

* *

“Yummy! ”

I sat on the bed, staring at the true supper on the table in front of me.

I drank soup with a spoonful and chopped off steak while crunching.

Oh, I'm thirsty. But I'm as happy as I am.

This satiety!

I didn't feel happy working in a cemetery at the Monastery.

“... though I find it hard to move. ”

I looked around my body.

Arms, legs, whole body, and even head are being bandaged.

It's like a mummy.

The priest said he passed out for about three weeks.

- It's sexual exhaustion, usually enough to be obstructive, but... You look stable. How long have you been using your powers?

And for three weeks I was sleeping, taking potions and holy water.

But he still needs to rest because his bones are still healed and he's mentally exhausted.

You don't need to do any volunteer work to clean up Ronia's territory.

It is a good result.

“Is it good?”

I looked at him closely.

Charlotte was looking at me next to the bed.

I was expressionless, but my eyes were full of expectations.

I feel like I'm waiting for an assessment of the dishes I made.

I said, shaking the spoon I was holding.

“This is so good. ”

“... Thank you. ”

Charlotte smiled lightly.

I frowned at her.

This guy, no matter how ordinary he looks at it, is no ordinary guy.

Morgana is a witch who has no strength because of her magical powers, but vampires are different.

Protecting Earl Vampire Bress with his shield was a heroic figure that would emerge from the myth.

Grill and I had help, but after a few seconds, it wasn't the kind of super-strength an ordinary girl can have.

-... do you know about this girl?

Numerous priests, pharmacists, and therapists have been dispatched to the territory of Ronia.

Among them, a class of skilled people, and a recuperator of the Great Depression, took care of me and Charlotte.

- She's no ordinary child. It's hard to see it as the human body.

It was written to Charlotte by a therapist.

It's not just unusual, it's hard to see human flesh.

- Well, has he ever been exposed to both sexual and magical powers?

There was.

Charlotte eats the zombie rat and swallows her magic. And it was in a pool made of sacred power.

- Generally, if you are in that condition, you will die, become disabled, or become lung sick. But I've only seen this case once, 50 years ago, when the Holy Father fell into a coma after being defeated by Commander Amon.

I drank soup by hand and remembered what the therapist said.

- At that time, His Holiness had crossed the limits of what humans could have. The collision between magical and sexual forces caused the body to collapse and rebuild. The process was quite peculiar. It was like the body was evolving.

Experience death by magic and be brought near to life by sexual strength.

Bones crumbling and hardening, skin rotting and birthing, vomiting dead blood and generating new blood · ·.

- Looks like us, but the body has become superhuman beyond human limits. The Holy Father was able to defeat Amon the commander king because he also gained the superhuman flesh.

A superhuman body like the great hero, Celt Olfalls.

I could barely look at Charlotte.

He also used his mind.

[Name: Charlotte

Age: 16

Characteristics: cooking, effort, high concentration, poor swordsmanship, superhuman flesh, and versatile talent.

+ Let's work hard to help!]

“...? ”

Charlotte tilts her head and touches her face.

Did you bury something? ’I want to.

“... there's a possible deformity in the world. ”

This guy's probably gonna be a wood hero.

When I tried to cut off the remaining steak, a visit was held with a knock.

“I'm here to see Prince VII. ”

Unlike the first time, he was a courteous paladin Haman.

I haven't seen him for days, but I wonder where he went · ·.

“What's going on? ”

You're not already going to come back to the Monastery to work in the cemetery, or to serve on Lonia's territory that's still being cleared, are you?

That's the specification.

Don't tell me you're not forcibly volunteering a man wearing a bandage.

But Haman said something completely different.

“Your Holiness summons me. ”

“... what? ”

“Your Holiness, Celt Olfolds has ordered your return. ”

That said, I dropped the fork I was holding.