265 Episode 124 Make a noise.

"That's what happened 300 years ago."

Having told a long, long story, the Pope concludes his story by saying so.

After listening, I was unconsciously exhaling. The Pope's old saying was so dense.

Sealed by the demon gate was a dragon, not a demon god, and it was not the first Sword Saint who made it, but the demon tribe's atrium. The memorial to the swordsman who saved the world by defeating the gods was nothing but a fantasy created by Sophia Azurite and the sword monk.

In order to make that fantasy a reality, they thoroughly tailored the demon tribe as villains and drove them out of the continent. Even though the Devil tribe did their best to protect the continent from the fantasy species, the humans hunted down the Devil tribe without being danced to by Sophia and the others.

As a result, the demon race on the continent was driven to the brink of extinction. The demons who were trapped in the demon world by Sophia and Ichin were also forced to spend three hundred years in the barren wilderness while their families ate together.

As can be deduced from the origins of the Kohoku Shrine and the words of Emperor Amadeus II, the Shinto Shrine and the Adoastella Empire must also have been involved in their plot. They took the lead in the postwar continent by putting all their sins on the demons, and using it to build prosperity today.

The reason that the Imperial Sword Clan has been able to maintain a position that can be said to be peculiar within the Empire is probably due to the fact that, in addition to the out-of-the-box force known as the Illusion One-Sword Flow, he was an accomplice who knew the truth 300 years ago.

― ― A number of facts that will turn upside down the history of the continent from the ground up. "When the secret of the demonic gate is unraveled, the world of man will be greatly shaken" is the words of Amadeus II, but it is clear that if this thing spreads, continental countries must suffer a shock.

However, it is the work of powerful people such as the king and the emperor who think about it. I should think about something else.

That is, the purpose of Pope Sophia Azurite, who told me the truth.

I can't tell you about 300 years ago, but I'm not going to end up saying goodbye. The Immortal King in front of him is the mastermind who has altered the history of the continent. The mastermind revealed the secrets that he thoroughly hid until today, so he was supposed to ask me for something in return.

“Thank you so much for telling me such a valuable story. So, what do you want from me?”

Dare to ask straight. I wasn't in the mood for abdominal art, and I don't feel like it.

The Pope's response was as expected, if not as expected.

"Please come with me. Then, let's accomplish the purification together. Together, we can do what we couldn't do 300 years ago."

The Pope grins cheerfully, spreading his arms wide as if to embrace me. From that look, which was similar to waiting for a lover's embrace, I didn't feel the danger of being turned down by me.

Who are the eyes full of trust aimed at?

With that in mind, I'll respond briefly.

“No, I'm not interested in the Light God religion or the Purgatory.”

The Pope, pushed against the rejection, nevertheless asked with a smile on his face.

"If we do not accomplish the Purification World, the dragon's curse will continue to corrode the continent forever." It means you don't know when the claws of a fantasy species will tear your loved ones apart. Do you want me to let you do that? "

“I'm not going to say goodbye. But it will be the same if you do what you say. Sounds good when you say" purify the world ", but in short, you don't have to resist the dragon at all. That's why I don't know when my loved ones will be torn apart.”

I didn't feel like believing in Yeta's story that he would not be the target of the dragon if he surrendered to the Church of the God of Light and the Church of the Dharma. If the dragon could understand such a story, it would not be able to crush the resentment of a thousand years ago to life now.

With a smile still on his face, the Pope folds his head.

"So, no matter what, you're not going to come with me?"

In response, I consciously changed my way of saying "yes".

So far, I thought it was a courtesy to use a salute, but it has become very troublesome. From the first time we met face-to-face to now, it will be unnecessary to pay tribute to the (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) hands.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about."

I see, that's a shame.

There was still a smile on the face of the pope who spoke that way. The Pope's smile does not collapse as if he were wearing that kind of face. Feel the lying cold in the supposedly masculine smile, and your expression naturally tightens.

Then the Pope repeated his words, looking at me like that.

“I'm really, really sorry. I wanted you to decide that you would come with me if you wanted to.”

Say, the Pope claps his hands.

The next moment, the high concentration of magical power flooded back from the little body of the Pope. The magic power blows in a gust of wind, and when I was confronted by the Pope, I was pressured to take a step or two backwards.

I wasn't afraid of the opponent's magic power, but I was surprised.

I could not compare myself with Sharamon, who was the same king of immortality. Even the Lascalis that burned down Behemoth had no magic power so far.

The wave of magic reminiscent of a flood, standing at the center of it, the Pope's eyes do not let go of me.

"However, if you say no, there's no way." I will take a few rough measures. "

Along with the words, the Pope's magic power is increasingly roaring and swirling around. The magic power that was too dense was very similar to the magic power that gushed out of the dragon hole, which exceeded the bounds of mana and odds. No, you could clearly say it's homogeneous.

Behind the Pope, a towering dragon giant trembles as it grabs hold of itself. Is it because of your imagination that you felt like you were laughing at me?

"Three hundred years, I waited." I don't want to wait for inch seconds anymore - - - Divine Descent

The moment the Pope spins the word, the world makes a noise.