Chapter 127:
Chapter 127. The Ancient Future (3)
“Lord Isaac!”
It’s unclear how the news spread, but as Isaac’s ship headed towards the Norden Harbor, the ships carrying Hyanis and Yencos approached. They were quicker than anyone else to board Eidan’s ship and welcomed Isaac’s return.Discover new chapters at novelhall.com
“You’re safe!”
“It’s a relief that you’re unharmed. We’re preparing a welcome event at the port. Soon...”
“No welcome event.”
Isaac refused sternly.
He is, after all, a paladin of the Codex of Light. It was good that he resolved the issues of the Salt Council with a heart of compassion and service. It was also good that the Salt Council prostrated themselves before Isaac as a result.
However, it was problematic that his involvement in the ritual and his return from the afterlife, being designated as ‘the Dreamer,’ became blatantly exposed.
‘The inquisitors are already keen on finding my faults.’
Isolde, who should have been monitoring Isaac, left for the Issacrea estate to report and has not returned since. It would be nice if her report was so well received that the Inquisition decided there was no need for further surveillance, but that seemed unlikely. It was more probable that Isolde, who had been ‘persuaded’ by Isaac, had been transferred elsewhere.
Isaac still needed to be cautious.
He judged that it was enough for these three people to know that he had entered and exited Urbansus to subjugate the Salt Council.
“Let’s talk for a moment.”
***
Isaac told the priests of the Salt Council about what happened in Urbansus.
The Salt Desert and the boatman, the fallen city of Miarma, the encounter with Amundalas, the reality of Urbansus.
He couldn’t confirm specifically how heaven and hell existed within it, but conceptually, as an infinite space, it seemed not impossible.
The subject of their interest was, of course, Amundalas, presumed to be an angel of the Salt Council.
“Amundalas? Who is Amundalas?”
With so many records lost, the Salt Council naturally had no remaining records of the angels. In a state where communication was impossible, every record of the afterlife was precious.
“He’s the captain who decided not to take Luadin aboard.”
At Isaac’s response, the captains were turned upside down again. From the perspective of the Salt Council, he was a traitor who had caused their current downfall.
However, they couldn’t help feeling conflicted that she still maintained the status of a distinguished angel and had acted only according to God’s command.
After all, the hardships they were enduring meant that God had dug his own grave.
But what was immediately important was not Amundalas.
“You’re going to designate the Holy Grail Knight as... the Dreamer?”
Yencos’s eyes shook greatly.
Only Eidan nodded vigorously, as if he was the only one who knew this would happen.
The one to break the seal trapped in the Salt Desert and awaken God. Essentially, it was like choosing the second prophet from among the heretical believers.
Isaac planned to pour out curses on Amundalas if they doubted or refused to acknowledge this. After all, it was as if they had sent ‘undeniable evidence’ and then passed the responsibility of persuasion onto him.
“It’s shocking. But...”
“Well, it’s not unprecedented.”
They accepted it more calmly than expected. They were not merely fanatical believers but also archaeologists well-versed in history and literature. They knew how many ‘exceptions’ like Isaac had existed throughout the history of faith.
Yencos asked Isaac with a subtle expression.
“But I don’t think Amundalas would have sent you without any evidence. Perhaps...?”
Her interest was more towards the evidence that Isaac might have brought, rather than doubting whether he was truly ‘the Dreamer.’
It could be a treasure beyond the destroyed Fisher King’s net.
“I might disappoint you.”
Isaac took out the relic he had, ‘Homeland of the Drifter,’ in front of Yencos.
It was filled with salty white seawater, but its true identity was the water from the afterlife. Yencos carefully accepted Homeland of the Drifter.
‘Where have I seen that flag?’
The coat of arms with a lion facing away from the sun.
Isaac suddenly remembered where he had seen that coat of arms. It was the one he found when Isolde was sick in the monastery. Isaac finally realized the identity of the ship.
‘Why is the ship of the Brant ducal family here?’
The sudden appearance of the warship startled him, but the sailors of the Salt Council handled it skillfully. They surrounded the ship of the Brant ducal family, pretending to be fishing or just returning home normally. The versatile sailors of the Salt Council usually acted as merchants or fishermen, but they could also become pirates when necessary.
However, Isaac stopped such movements through Eidan.
‘Tell them not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.’
Isaac speculated why the Brant ducal family had suddenly appeared here but couldn’t think of any other reason.
‘Does the Codex of Light also know that I have returned?’
It would be called an overinflated ego, but he couldn’t think of any other reason why a big shot like Duke Brant would suddenly appear with a warship.
The warship was so tall compared to Eidan’s ship that it had to be looked up at. Already, a considerable number of soldiers were lined up on the deck, looking down. Isaac deliberately raised his head so that his face could be seen well.
Then someone who looked like a knight hastily poked his head over the railing.
‘Excuse me! Are you Sir Isaac Issacrea?’
‘Yes.’
As soon as Isaac’s answer was heard, a commotion broke out on the deck. Shouts erupted to hurry and call someone or prepare something. Amidst the bustling commotion, the knight looking down at Isaac hurriedly said.
‘I’m sorry, Mr. Isaac! Unfortunately, it seems you won’t be able to go to Norden Harbor!’
***
Isaac set foot on the warship of the Brant ducal family.
Fortunately, the knight’s words did not mean ‘You can’t pass any further’ or ‘You’ll never set foot on land again,’ but rather a polite invitation to the ship.
‘I need to improve my vocabulary a bit.’
The knight blushed and couldn’t say a word. It was embarrassing enough that words could slip out, but it was a moment when the ships in the port could all turn into pirate ships if not careful.
Isaac followed the knight’s guidance to the VIP room. There was already one person waiting for Isaac.
Despite his expectations, Isaac couldn’t help but brace himself at the sight of the big shot in the VIP room.
‘Ah... Thank you for responding to the sudden invitation, Sir Issacrea.’
Duke Dietrich Brant.
The cousin of Emperor Waltzemer and the leading contributor to the civil war. At the same time, he proved to be the most faithful believer in the Codex of Light with generous donations.
One of the biggest shots, who ruled the wealthiest and largest territory after the royal family, was in front of Isaac.
He was also the father of the heretic inquisitor Isolde, but that was hardly relevant.
‘May the Light shine upon your path. You are Duke Dietrich Brant.’
The first impression was that he was quite plain for someone who was the next biggest shot after the emperor and the pope in the empire. The pope had a halo over his head, and the emperor had horns, but even considering that, Dietrich Brant had a very plain impression.
‘Oh, have we met before?’
‘How could I not know the most faithful believer known to all?’
He was quite important in the game, so it was impossible not to know. Dietrich Brant also plays the role of a quasi-supreme commander in the Dawn Army.
Isaac was surprised that Dietrich recognized him.
‘It’s surprising that you know me, Duke. How did you hear about me? Was it Bishop Juan? Or Duke Lyon? I’m worried I might disappoint you if you’ve heard rumors.’
‘Ah, it’s nothing.’
Isaac tried to show a humble appearance with a social smile.
But his expression broke at Dietrich’s next answer.
‘My daughter says you are a very lovely person. So I really wanted to meet you.’”
–TL Notes–
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