302 The Cause of Fixa (1) (side: Peter)

There was the kingdom of Dinlat, walking along the realm of the Raingurum border, the former Pope of Pelterre, Peter, and the figure of his subordinate, Munich.

The Raingurum Border House was a nobleman who assisted Peter for generations, and there was one of the bases of Peter in this territory.

"Long time ago, I thought I'd die a few times..."

Seeing the hall, a distant and visible base, Peter leaks a powerless voice.

Peter's vision was concealed by a mask with a hint of fatigue, but still, the way his lips were distorted seeped out.

Munich, Peter's man walking beside him, looks at his face and gives him a look.

Peter looked sideways at her face and smiled bitterly.

"But... although my plans have collapsed, I'm pretty sure they've revived the patron saint of the kingdom of Dingrat. I thought it was a worse spiritual weapon, so I was going to tie anything up and control it... but if that's how it goes, there's no more curtains for eagles. Now that I've seen it, I don't think there's anything in this world that could do that."

Originally, the aim of Peter was to revive Kudr in preparation for the catastrophe that would soon come.

I also wanted to keep it under control only in that the reality of Kudr was unknown.

It has also been for this reason that we have abandoned our status and repeatedly extended our lives by forbidden sorcery.

"If it was to be complete, I would have picked the anxiety element buds... but that judgment isn't what I can say to the eagle, either, than the eagle couldn't control Kudr God. I did what I could. The eagle's extended life, over forty years..."

"Right... good luck to you, Dear Peter"

"You, too, swung me around... you cooperated well, Zolomonia..."

Peter turns to his neighbor and interrupts the words.

Then I sighed without force.

"If I'd been there, I'd have been a pain in the ass, but if I'd been gone, I'd be lonely."

Zolomonia has already been released from the seal.

Now he leaves a subpoena on Abel, and the body is free.

It is not safe to leave it alone in the wild, but it was not Peter's last feat to fight Kudr with his life at stake, as Peter said, nor his willingness to capture him again immediately.

If it was really dangerous, it was also thin that Peter needed to haunt his head because Kudr, who should be around Abel as well as Zolomonia, should do anything about it.

"... Dear Peter, Was it a good idea to reunite religions due to the war on other countries in the Kingdom of Dinlat, which was one of the aims?

To Munich's inquiry, Peter shook his head.

"Kudr, that's impossible without God's help. Besides, Kudr, God is too strong. Originally, religious unity was meant to prevent him from moving one day... but not until he created more danger and misfortune than there was a Kudr God. Really, I'm sorry for the eagle."

"I've spoken to him from time to time, but what is he...?

"Right, you can say it already. Forty years before the eagle disguised himself as dead and abandoned himself the Pope... a short while ago, I met him."

"That, to whom...?

"Phantom, Count Jurem."

"Julem......?

Munich is confused.

Count Jurem is a half-game being.

He was supposedly within the kingdom of Dinlat about six hundred years ago, and said he was missing one day at the border.

Only then, more than a hundred years later, within the kingdom of Dinlat, began to emerge those who saw someone similar to Count Jurem in various parts of the world.

He said he was laughing all alone away from his surroundings when he was in a big incident like history.

It was a famous story, which 90% of humans would know if they were from the kingdom of Dinlat.

But there are few who truly believe.

Occasionally there were new rumors, but it was just postponement, assignment, and misunderstanding.

A few people appear a year claiming that I am Earl of Jurem, and the annual Romane Masquerade Festival always confirms the figure of those who perform Jurem's masquerade.

Because of this, at this year's Romane Masquerade Festival, a majority of the participants became a rare festival in Gaston's masquerade, but I don't care about that.

Munich sees Peter with suspicious eyes.

Even a person as deeply loyal to Peter as Munich was lost in the veracity of judgment.

It is also likely to be paranoia or just a joke.

To the eyes of such Munich suspicion, Peter smiles back.

"We talked about it. Ale and I met on the top floor of the Dinlat Grand Palace at the time... between the Holy Thrones. Unstoppably, he put his guard against the wall and sat on the throne waiting for the eagle."

"Count Jurem...?

There was still confusion in Munich's face.

Count Jurem said the concept of good and evil was obscure in the first place.

There's no record of that on any record, such as when I was heading out to the palace to raid.

"He said." Lord Pelterre, I will soon bring the other four powers to this dinlat at the same time. Poor Pope, by then you will be old and already fit in the world '… "

Munich's puzzled face turns to amazement.

"Ah... so...!

The Four Powers are the nations that were once supposedly founded by the Four Creators.

In the unlikely event that it simultaneously strips the kingdom of Dinrat of its fangs, the kingdom of Dinrat will surely perish.

To prevent it, Peter had to abandon his identity and continue to pursue Kudr in mythology.

The religious unity of the other four countries was also a pre-emptive attack to defend the country, anticipating an attack that Count Jurem would sooner or later launch.

"As you can see... he can cause a magical phenomenon that doesn't go through the Spirit completely. I fought, but... Hugh, I got a terrible look at you. Nobody thought it was such a rap because Count Julem was talking, I didn't know what to talk about. At that rate... you're not just a bystander, you've intervened in history many times. If you can do that, it might not be impossible to instigate the Four Kingdoms, which religiously resent the kingdom of Dingrat, to attack the kingdom of Dingrat without putting it on the table."

"Oh, no..."

"I still dreamed about Count Jurem... but since I saw Kudr God, I don't think I've seen him clean and refreshed. Count Jurem was an opponent with no hands or feet, but he turned Kudr God and Abel against his enemies, something he didn't think he could do."

Peter laughs.

After abandoning his identity, bending his beliefs and continuing to survive, he finally succeeded in reviving the power to shed the monsters of history.

Munich also laughs when she is followed.

While we were talking, we arrived at the building, which is the hub.

Munich opens the door and comes off to the side, passing Peter first.

"Well, there's no point in pointlessly disrupting the reason of the world and extending your life beyond what you've served."

Peter groans lonely.

"Dear Peter, it is......!

"And... I just wanted to say that Kudr God will surely forgive you enough to see the future of the Kingdom of Dinlat and the end of that Count"

Peter says, Munich laughs.

"Besides... I wouldn't mind if Abel didn't keep an eye on what she would do... But I'm going to add that the eagle is the other guy, and I can't get the eagle out strong, so maybe I'll just die once and change my name. I like this face..."

Munich's grin stops.

She also covers her face with her hands and leaks a sigh of sadness.

"Will you be the Messiah or the God of Destruction..."

"I thought you were most likely to accomplish both."

"That's why you're so bad in nature. Baron Lark is amazing. Because you're holding that monster, and you're still holding it down there. I thought you were a weak, weak man, but if you're controlling it intentionally, it's a hell of a hand."

Munich wipes Peter's cold sweat with a cloth.

Peter surprisingly distorts his licence as he ascends the stairs.

"You don't have a pick up...? From the door, though I felt strange. I wonder if anyone's here."

Peter tilts his neck as he says.

He hung his hand on the door behind the fourth floor, where Munich is the top tier.

"Become...!

Munich leaks his amazing voice.

The room was stained with blood, and Peter's men and servants, more than a dozen of whom were in the hall, had collapsed with blood paint.

In the chair in which Peter sits in the back sat a man of immense width, green and white hair, a magnificent age.

"It's been a long time, Sir Pelterre. What do you think, when will it be reproduced? It's embarrassing to call yourself that, but I'm outgoing, pure nature."