It was an astonishing sight.
Giống như dung nham phun trào từ sâu dưới lòng đất, nền đất cứng và sàn đá cẩm thạch nứt toác, ngọn lửa đỏ rực bốc lên từ bên trong. This scene resembled a natural disaster more than an attack.
"Ah ah ah!! Fire, fire!!"
"It's very dangerous! Avoid it, Bishop!!"
Các thần quan, vốn đang đi lại trên mặt đất một cách trang nghiêm, giờ đây cuống cuồng né tránh mặt đất đang nứt ra dưới chân và những mảnh vỡ đổ xuống từ các tòa nhà đang sụp đổ. At this point, they abandoned their superiors and ran in panic to save their lives.
“Hey, where are you going!!”
Bishop Krunhal fell on the floor, quickly grabbed his hat and slid it over his head. He shouted loudly towards the fleeing ministers.
“Return to protect me, you idiots!! Otherwise, the wrath of the Lord Hashba will…!!!”
“There is no such thing.”
Yan Luis replied in a naive voice. Hình ảnh hắn lơ lửng bình thản trên nền đất đã trở thành địa ngục trần gian, tựa như hắn đang ở một thế giới khác.
“Hey, besides, where is she?”
He bent down and asked Bishop Krunhal. Of course, Bishop Krunhal did not understand Yan Luis' vague question.
"What?"
Bishop Krunhal's face was covered in ash and sweat, looking very unsightly. Facing that expression directly, Yan Luis clicked his tongue and added.
“It's our Lady's relative.”
"You, what do you say? Which lady? What are relatives?"
"It's the older brother. No, the younger brother? Probably the older brother. Our lady looks more like the youngest brother."
“What the hell did I say!!”
Speaking at length does not mean speaking logically. Too frustrated by the endless conversation, Bishop Krunhal punched his chest. And glared at Yan Luis, who was clearly a Masaka, and shouted.
“Lạy Chúa, Ha Mash! Con trai của Chủ Thần Hashba vĩ đại! Tại sao ngươi lại tấn công nơi ở của cha mẹ ngươi chứ?”
“…? I'm an orphan.”
“Now is not the time to talk about that!!”
Gradually realizing what kind of person Yan Luis was, Krunhal closed his eyes.
“Masaka lẽ ra phải tồn tại dưới trật tự của Chủ Thần, vậy mà không những không bảo vệ Tòa Thần Điện, gốc rễ của mọi thứ, mà còn tấn công ư!! Nếu chuyện này bị lộ ra, ngươi sẽ chịu trách nhiệm thế nào…!!”
"Worry about money."
In the night sky, yellow and red flames flew. Và người đàn ông chứa đựng tất cả những màu sắc ấy, xuất hiện như ngày tận thế, tuyên bố với Giám mục Krunhal.
"This matter will not be exposed. This place will soon be buried by a landslide, leaving no trace behind."
Listen to the words coming from the person called
walking landslide
, Bishop Krunhal's face turned pale. His eyes wavered and suddenly turned to Irel, who was lying in Varkan's arms.
“You, you are…”
Bishop Krunhal glared and pointed at her. The feeling of being recognized made Irel briefly surprised, but luckily a memory suddenly flashed in his mind.
Ah. Irel Elorance was chosen as Receiver when she visited the Temple.
Perhaps the Bishop in front of him was the one who "selected" Irel at that time. She thought for a moment, then waved her hand towards Bishop Krunhal who was staring at her.
“Hello.”
She found her actions a bit ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. Everything has gone crazy since she got entangled with Varkan.
Bishop Krunhal, who received the greeting, felt similarly shocked. He moved his mouth, pointing at Irel, but no words came out.
“That's uncomfortable, take that finger off.”
Varkan grimaced, threatening as if he were about to break every knuckle of his head at once. Golden eyes of
him
, standing out amidst the flames that flared up in all directions, shining brightly. Not only did he have an indescribable feeling of divinity, but he also had an unusual murderous aura, as if facing a wild tiger.
“Sniff.”
Bishop Krunhal was scared and held his breath. Varkan looked straight into his face, using the arrogant attitude of a strong man to ask.
"Say. Where did you hide Michael Elorance?"
Interrogating someone is as simple as breaking a child's wrist. At least, for Varkan, that's how it is.
Him
good at a lot of things, and threatening is the field
him
most confident.
But this time it's a bit difficult. Of course, Varkan's talent has not been lost or degenerated. Work
him
Bishop Krunhal couldn't be punished properly entirely because of the beautiful eyes watching beside him.
Damned.
If it weren't for her, twisting Krunhal's mouth that was stiff with pain to force him to speak would have been nothing. Varkan clicked his tongue with a feeling of failure.
Should have
him
Shouldn't have brought her along. However, the reason
him
intentionally bringing Irel Elorance was very obvious.
Because I can't take my eyes off her.
Varkan glanced at her with slightly drooping eyes. As long as she's in my sight
him
, Irel Elorance will be safe.
Problems always occur in situations beyond control. Just
him
look away for a moment, and she's instantly kidnapped, disappeared, or in danger.
What was more surprising was that Irel had absolutely no intention of escaping. Initially
him
still doubtful, but she always tries her best to return to his side
him
. Seeing that,
him
forced to admit. This seemingly obedient girl, regardless of her wishes, is the type of person who always gets into trouble.
At this point, perhaps it would be better for her to try to escape. At that time,
him
Just following her alone was enough, but now,
him
must cut off all arms reaching out from everywhere.
It's annoying.
But.
Isn't that worth it? Varkan thought, looking at Irel's silver hair sparkling among the flying sparks.
She was a small and beautiful woman, seemingly broken if
him
Use a little force. But even in a scene of chaos and violence
him
created, she was always calm.
Because
him
didn't say anything, so she probably didn't know what the situation was like. However, her act of not interfering or hindering her was strangely adorable.
Love and the desire for destruction have terrifying similarities. The impulse to grasp the other person in your hand and crush it is one of them. But on the other hand,
him
I also want to protect her forever in that form, without touching a single finger.
What exactly is this complicated emotion? Varkan could not properly interrogate Bishop Krunhal because he had to listen to the whispers of emotions that filled his heart. Although the pain and fear of others is my greatest joy
him
.
“Why don't you say anything…”
Bishop Krunhal is quite stubborn. As the interrogation made no progress, Yan Luis slumped his shoulders in disappointment. Then he looked at Irel and asked worriedly.
“Brother, what should we do now?”
Of course, he didn't call Irel "brother." More precisely, it was a word of comfort, asking her what to do when her loved one went missing and the investigation was not progressing.
“Um, that's true.”
Irel, who had recently discovered the talent of understanding other people's meaning even when they were talking nonsense, replied. But in her head there was only chaos.
Michael… Where are you anyway?
Bishop Krunhal trembled as if he was about to faint, but in the end remained silent. Varkan Ha Mash is a strange figure, far above the order of the Temple.
The ruler of the underworld, the Shadow King. Varkan's brutality was unknown to anyone in the kingdom. But the king and the nobles, already having a headache with Kitan, chose to ignore it.
Although very annoying, Varkan is still a Masaka.
Him
took on the destruction of the Kitan, who often appear in the slums and underworld, where they are most vulnerable to attack.
It's an extremely convenient arrangement. So they treat Varkan as one type
Necessary evil
, pretend not to see
him
. At least as long
him
still useful.
That guy will be purged, dare…!
Bishop Krunhal was peeking with sinister eyes. As soon as Varkan turned to look, he quickly lowered his eyes. He is typical of a fox who borrows the majesty of a tiger, accustomed to bowing at the tiger's feet and swaggering on the back of a rabbit or mouse.
Living his whole life on a delicate balance, he could feel it. At this point, the first person to be purged will be me, not Varkan.
Oh, Archbishop Ramon. What should I do?
If you betray
him
Here, he certainly will not be at peace. But wouldn't dying in Varkan's hands right now be better than being dealt with by Archbishop Ramon later?
Under suffocating pressure, Bishop Krunhal tried to use his mind. He carefully calculated and considered which side would be more beneficial to him. And come to the conclusion.
First of all, you have to survive.
Loyalty and trust can only be maintained while surviving. Just as Bishop Krunhal was about to make his decision. At that moment, Pessuss, Varkan's subordinate, pointed his sword and growled fiercely.
"This is the last chance. Tell me what you know. Otherwise, I will slit your filthy throat like a pig."
This is the right time to pretend to give in. Bishop Krunhal bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to speak.
“Wait, wait!”
Unfortunately, his opportunity passed. A woman with disheveled bronze hair and a dress covered in dust and soot appeared from behind and screamed.
“I know where senior Michael was dragged to!!”