182 Lesson 52: What's its name?

I heard about Joel. I had doubts about legal theism.

However, he also understood that the suspicion was based on unilateral information about the Black Knight in front of him. It would not be fair to use opinions from one side only to cast doubt on the other.

It doesn't look like Joel was lying, but even Cardinal Cyrara didn't look like he was lying if you were going to say that.

Besides, there's something decisively missing from Joel's story.

This is the purpose of the murder of Alou by Judaism.

The first thing that comes to mind is the mystery that Alou knew about the conspiracy and scandal of Judaism and sealed his mouth, but Judaism became the largest sect on the continent and the national religion of the Adorestella Empire. The pope at its apex is also the king of the Holy Kingdom of Caritas.

A deadly conspiracy and scandal that transcended the boundaries of religion and held even secular power in its hands, ruled that Alou had to be murdered - does that exist at all? I can't imagine a bit.

Even if legal theism had such a secret, now another question arises. In other words, the question is, where did Alou get the vital information that could be fatal to the legal theocracy?

Unless this point is revealed, Joel's story does not leave the realm of speculation (presumably).

"I'd love to hear Cardinal Cyrara's opinion, too."

What I said was that I had no intention of unilaterally believing your opinions.

Joel seemed to understand it accurately and shrugged his shoulders gently.

"You'll eat me with your eyes triangled. Look, like the cleric lady who accompanied you. Oh, yeah, speaking of accompanying you, the silver-haired elf I was with you. That's the guy you rubbed with the guys down there, right?

Joel talks abruptly. I guess what you're referring to is an elf criminal I've heard about this one before.

By the way, the answer to the question is yes. I heard it directly from Wisteria, so I'm pretty sure.

When Wisteria was walking through the city looking for information about Behemoth, she was suspicious of a bunch of 'Desert Eagles' and injured by one of their opponents while they were rubbing together.

I could have stuck to the other question, but I nodded without getting lost. Unlike being arranged by the Divinity of Law for the crime of city destruction, this arrangement is not a big deal. That is evident from the words of every guard. I was confident that Joel would cut through whatever he had to say.

Joel laughs when he sees me nodding lightly.

Afterwards, what the Black Knight said was a deal, not an accusation.

In the future 'Desert Eagle' will not be involved with Wisteria, arrangements will also be dropped. Instead, this one pays for the wounded's treatment and sight dancing. That's the deal.

I got this. Arrangements for the 'Desert Eagle' are not a major problem, as I mentioned, but leaving the arrangements unattended will annoy unrelated elves who will take Belka away in the future. If 'Desert Eagle' is going to take it down for some money, there was no reason to be strong and dial (ha).

... Perhaps this story will be passed on inside The Desert Eagle in the form of "the regiment leader made the dragon kill admit no," and Joel's stock will rise. Well, that would be a good thing if things were to subside. If there's been talk between the captain and the dragon killer, the lower end of the eagle won't complain either.

Anyway, I shrugged my shoulder small when I saw Joel with the liquor on him.

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At the same time.

In the Alweto Oasis, located in the western Catalan Desert, one of the soldiers on the night shift yawned greatly and was noticed by the other.

"Hey, if the captain finds you, he'll fuck you up. I'm not telling you not to yawn, but at least do enough to cover your mouth. I'm sorry about that."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I thought I'd see the moon today."

A soldier with a yawn apologizes as he grabs his head. As prompted by that voice, the warrior who was careful also turned his gaze to the sky.

In the cloudless desert night sky there is a great moon, as the other said. A golden glow that blurs the stars of heaven as well. If you were a bard, you might have been invited to poetry, but at this time, what the soldier felt was fear, not poetry.

"... kind of like the eyes of a big monster. Looks like they're staring out of the sky."

"Ha, what the hell"

The soldier, who looked at each other with a shard of laughter, flinched his mouth to say something back. but he immediately rethinks and grabs his mouth, glances at the lookout barrel and resumes his assignment.

Here in Alweto is the nearest oasis to the untouched area and is often subjected to demonic raids. The lookout's responsibilities are heavy, and it was the western lookout with the untouched zone that counted among them - that is, it was ourselves. Many of the demons that strike Alweto are revealed from the west. I don't have time to talk lightly.

The desert today is brilliantly lit by the brilliant moonlight and has a good view, it doesn't seem necessary to get so nervous, but it is decided better to be careful than distracted.

The soldier continued to keep an eye on each other as he appropriately spoke to him after that. Slightly, the eyes that were glancing at the lookout barrel became thinner.

"... the 'Sand Wall' has subsided"

The frequent giant sandstorms in the untapped area could also be ascertained from this watchtower. The bright night of the moon looks particularly good, as it is today.

In fact, a long time ago, a lot of sand and smoke could have stood in. That's slowly becoming invisible. It will have completely subsided by nightfall.

If "Silver Star" was alive, he must have gone to the unbroken zone with joy and courage - when the soldier thought so and laughed lonely.

Rip the silence (smudge) of the night and the sound of a fierce bell rings.

The sound, which is all sounded and sounded during the oasis, was an alarm that conveyed the demonic assault. Of course, it wasn't the two of us here who rang.

The soldier said in a sharp voice.

"North!

"... no, the south isn't ringing either, is this?

Clear your ears by frowning at each other's words. Then, indeed, the alarm was heard from the south as well.

The soldier pounds his tongue a little.

"From the north, from the south. It's bad, it usually comes from the west at times like this."

The less those ominous words went away, the more real they became.

Lighted by the moonlight, the sand smoke pushes from the western direction. It is more obvious than seeing fire that it is a herd of demons, and soldiers are forced to tongue again.

"I knew it! Hey, ring the bell!

The soldier who gave the order to the other side, he stepped himself out of the watchtower and shouted to his colleagues downstairs, "I'm also from the west!," he called.

Again, it is not uncommon for Alweto Oasis to be attacked by demons. But the tripartite simultaneity just didn't. Now if it also appears from the east, this oasis will have been completely besieged. That way, we can't even withdraw to Leelo Oasis.

"You don't mean Warcraft Run (Stampede)...?

Mass outbreaks of desert demons. Sometimes it swallows all the oases dotted in the Catalan desert and even reaches the walls of Berca.

I'd like to think it wasn't exactly a raid of that magnitude - but when the soldiers were thinking about it, the area accidentally quieted down. They stopped sounding alarms.

The soldier glanced at his opponent somewhat bewildered and said away in a strong tone.

"Hey, don't stop the alarm! Stop here and they'll mistake the western raid for a false alarm!

".................. ah"

"Hey, not if you're bluffing! Hold on!"

The soldier's voice was now utterly angry. But they still don't move. He opens his eyes all the time, staring sharply in the western direction.

The soldier, who just realized it was strange, looked in the direction they were looking at in advance.

In sight are a bunch of demons close enough to be confirmed even by the naked eye and a moonlighted desert at night. And the 'Sand Wall' you see on the other side - thinking that far, the soldier was attacked by strong discomfort. I glance at the lookout barrel in a hurry.

Earlier, the Sand Wall, which we decided would soon subside, is about to recur?

No, you're not. That's a 'sand wall' - not a sandstorm or anything. What looked like a sandstorm was countless demons. A large group of unknown demons are folding, hissing and foolish as if they were one creature...

No, no, not that either.

There are countless demons. I'm sure he is. But there are more giant demons than that.

Big. Big enough to lose words. So far away and that giant. In the near future, how big is it?

On that one, he gets kicked with his toes, such as Alweto Oasis. Leelo Oasis is trampled with one foot. Even the city of Berca won't be able to surround that giant.

What the soldier thought was a 'wall of sand' was a giant beast covering the horizon and the appearance of countless demons so awesome as to protect that giant beast.

"hey what... what the heck, that..."

The sound of a frightened soldier echoes over the watchtower.

If, at this time, the soldiers had continued to observe a little more calmly, they would have noticed that some of the demons forming the herd were poking their fangs at the giant beast. The giant beasts are walking in the desert, eaten by demons.

If we could have noticed that fact, we might have been able to find out who the giant beast is from the legend of the desert.

... even if I realized who I was, the consequences of attacking Alweto Oasis would not have changed.

It's the reason of the world that bears the name of fantasy.

An incarnation of bulimia that drinks up the Great River, sips (soot) the soil (often), and bites and rips the primate

I look up into the sky and I yell because I eat the starlight.

To tell you to eat us.

its own flesh, its blood in the water.

Indulge in hunger and thirst and reign in the land of sand

Its name is Greed (Behemoth)

Its name is Devotion (Behemoth)

Mother of the Desert Beast King