Chapter 301

Episode 301: Evidence (6)

In front of the cliff where the mass of demon energy stood, the hero prayed a little.

“Oh God.”

Honor due to those who sacrifice. Such courage to those who do not give up. Clear hope for those who seek salvation. Proof that dedication is worth it.

“If you can’t.”

...But God said, Good in itself is something to be done.

Reel cannot be rewarded. Just as the cycle of nature is not something to be praised and getting older is not something to be compensated for, it was something that had to happen naturally and was not an act worth wishing for.

“Please be even harsher.”

Therefore, goodness is harsh.

“Test us more severely than anyone else.”

Humans are animals that want something, and goodness is the most cruel thing because it does not reciprocate.

“So that I can be used solely as a weapon.”

But still, she has to pursue it. Even though goodness is in a realm beyond human reach, she had to do it even though her heart was broken without compensation and her whole body was crushed by unrewarded devotion.

“Let it be used as a weapon that does not think or decide for itself.”

Since she was a ‘hero’, she had to do it.

“Then I will arm myself with a firmness and faith that no mind can invade.”

However, she was both a ‘hero’ and a human being at the same time.

“As a weapon, not a human, I will forever serve your will.”

Banpoon, who could neither be a human nor a warrior, prayed over the heart buried in the tomb.

May God turn her on the wheel of necessity. May we arrange for him to be able to draw an unwavering trajectory.

It is okay for this flesh to be torn and bones torn, so that the future will show that mortal doubts are futile and that your omniscience has a greater meaning.

“So, thank God.”

If that happens.

If you are confident that everything will be resolved if you just believe and follow it.

“I wish you this.”

She could sit in the dust and ashes and wait for the burnt offering. Even when he was told to go up to the altar, cut open his chest, and pull out his heart, he was able to comply.

“Please allow me to exist as a warrior.”

She can do that because it is humans who feel pain at sacrifice, not warriors.

Kwaaaaang!

The mace, filled with divine power, collapsed the cliff.

* * *

“I mi-”

I moved my body, swallowing the curse words that came out without me knowing. It was a movement similar to jumping over crumbling cliff fragments.

Of course it wasn’t easy. Aside from the fact that I was out of horsepower, I was relaxing my body after climbing.

After all, who would have expected the Inquisitor to come out like this? I thought about just giving up and going or climbing up the rock wall, but I never imagined that I would break the cliff!

[Crazy hero.]

No, really. It would be better if you climbed up the rock wall and said, ‘Oh, it’s coming up.’ I would have bounced around leisurely while doing so. I never thought they would use the ‘if you don’t come down, I’ll make you come down’ method.

While I wasn’t looking, I thought the Inquisitor had become very aggressive and stepped on the falling debris as if struggling.

The fatigue that came through the space where the tension was released made me feel quite heavy and stiff, but I couldn’t do anything else. I whined like someone who ran a marathon with a body that hadn’t exercised and encountered muscle pain the next day.

[Step on that and run!]

In the process, the devil was very cooperative. I wondered how much I hated dying to come out like that.

“You fucking...”

At the same time, I felt a little angry. How can you take your own life so seriously and not treat other people’s lives like stones on the side of the road? That bastard really deserved to be punished.

Rumble!

“...!”

[What a piece of shit...!] However,

there is a limit to how much I can struggle with my little magical power and a body that is exhausted to the limit.

I climbed to the top of the falling debris, but couldn’t step on the cliff. The body lost its balance and fell down along with the rocks.

Thump, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo.

Could it be that the pieces of rock that fell first created a dust storm? New pieces piled up on top of it, and then I was added.

“Cough.”

“Ah...”

The impact of the collision and the injuries caused by some sharp rocks penetrating my body made me cough.

Judging by the blood mixed in with the cough, internal bleeding was confirmed, but it wasn’t particularly alarming. It’s even weirder if you drop something from 50 meters in the air and the internal organs don’t rupture.

It is innocent for a warrior to pass judgment on someone who harbors a devil, but to deliver him to someone whose only way to salvation is death is death.

I did not hesitate because it was a natural thing in itself.

‘He has accomplished so much, but I can’t kill him!’

One heart spoke again. That’s wrong.

So the warrior lifted the mace with his eyes closed. This is the right thing to do. The words spoken in one’s mind are quite short, even if only to prove one’s firmness.

‘How can I...’

Nevertheless, my heart cries out. What was once the heart of a warrior was so massive. The warrior silently strengthened his mace in the face of those sobs.

Maybe it was. Because she was a warrior. Because he was a warrior who was God’s sword, God’s representative, and God’s messenger.

‘Please...’

So the warrior lowered his mace, covering his ears from the howling of his human heart. He swung in the hope that this would be his salvation.

“Inquisitor.”

But I couldn’t reach it.

* * *

I pursed my lips, aware that I was starting to gasp for air. I was worried that the sound would come out, but fortunately it seems to have come through. Mace stopped next to my head.

This is a bit scary.

“Don’t do that.”

But now I have something to say.

“Don’t do that, Inquisitor.”

I don’t know if this is the right choice. I’m not even sure if I’m leaving another scar on the wounded young man or if I’m deceiving you for my sake.

“Don’t kill yourself.”

But my sin is too deep and you are too pitiful for being hurt to stop just because it’s scary. I don’t care if my sin deepens, but I don’t want to see your wounds get bigger.

“...Why do you say that? I’m not trying to kill myself right now. “I am trying to kill you.”

I stared at the young man, who was trying hard to keep a blank expression. Even though I suppressed it, my voice was shaking, and although I tried to keep it calm, my eyes filled with rippling eyes.

I don’t want to kill you. I don’t want to do that. The scream coming from deep within the green eyes silently pierced my heart. It was a scream I made up.

“They’re trying to kill you, not me!”

I was devastated and infinitely saddened by that scream.

There would be no one in the world who would want to kill their own admiration. Even for older people, what is painful is the loss of someone who was with them. Why didn’t I think of that? Why were you confident that you could overcome it?

“You and no one else! “I’m trying to kill you!!”

At best, you have just entered society and become an adult.

“sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize to me.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“You are not guilty.”

“It’s all mine...”

“I said it wasn’t your fault!”

Nineteen and twenty. It is the social consensus line that separates children and adults on Earth.

“You are the devil.”

But when a nineteen-year-old child becomes a twenty-year-old young man, can the former child become an adult? If 11:59 on December 31 becomes 0:00 on January 1 of the following year, will the way of thinking and behavior change to that of an adult?

“I have to kill you.”

Not really.

Just because the social consensus treats him as an adult from now on does not mean that he was a child just a moment ago. Growing a being who was once a child means more experiences and more experiences.

“It’s not all your fault.”

Only more time makes a child into an adult.

“So, demon knight. Blame me. “Please consider that I was not good enough to save you.”

Of course, the Inquisitor may not really be a child who just turned 20 from 19. However, physical age and mental age are different, and a child who grew up confined in a temple cannot be viewed as the same as a child who grew up experiencing the world.

Therefore, the Inquisitor is young. This young man was also young, just as the boy who struggled alone and endured loneliness was unable to reflect on the five years that had passed and was still stuck in that time.

“I cannot find a way to save you, so I am sentencing you to death, and at this moment, I am repaying your kindness with resentment. “It all happened because of my immorality, so just criticize me.”

You were a child who only grew up under a narrow watch in the name of serving humanity.

“I...”

“You told me one day. “I am confident that I will overcome all these trials.”

So in the end, I have no choice but to kneel and pray.

“If that thought still holds true, Inquisitor, please give me one more chance.”

Since you were a child who didn’t know how to be rightfully angry or that you were hurting, all I could do was pray earnestly that I would be given a chance to make things right first.

“I won’t show you wavering anymore, so please give me a chance to atone for you.”

ah. Please don’t tell me this apology is too late.