Dark Fantasy Paladin

Dark Fantasy Paladin Chapter 182

Episode 182.

Beatrice stared at Xeras. Her lifeless pupils were only pale and did not project any emotions.

Even the fire demon could not capture the spirit of apostasy. Nothing could be determined just by looking at the eyes.

The saint let out a calm voice.

“Are you saying it’s a rumor?”

Xerath drew a line.

“The inquisitor heard that the believers were very worried because the Saint of Punishment was said to be overcoming her ordeal and was distressed.”

Beatrice showed a faint smile.

“I won’t deny it. At one time, I too suffered. Like countless believers.”

Then he added:

“But it’s different now. My faith has regained its original place. “There is no conflict anymore.”

Xerath was the master.

“Anguish comes to everyone. The same was true for the great saints and sages. Everyone strengthened their faith through worries and conflicts. The saint also went through that process. “I believe you will soon see sprouts since you have given them fertilizer.”

Beatrice smiled and shook her head.

“No, I already saw it.”

“That’s good. So what sprouted?”

Beatrice paused for a moment. After a while, he spoke with a calm expression.

“It’s the sun.”

A subtle current passed over Xerath’s face. He soon disappeared.

“okay. The saint must have become even stronger. “Like the saints of old.”

While saying that, he put the Bible into his bosom.

“This teacher has had an hour.”

Beatrice smiled softly.

“Perhaps Master has already prepared my mold.”

Because Hwama was an executioner without blood or tears. No matter how much of a disciple he was, he would not forgive an apostate.

Xerath shook his head.

“Beatrice I know you well. I believed that I would overcome the ordeal. There was no mold from the beginning. “I just came here because I wanted to confirm your innocence with my own eyes.”

Beatrice made the sign of the cross.

“Castle and Wallenstal. Shine with light and illuminate the world.”

In conclusion, he looked at Xerath with distant eyes.

“I have never forgotten Master’s teachings even for a moment.”

Xerath looked satisfied.

“You were the brightest among the jockeys.”

Beatrice said playfully.

“It’s hard to deny it. “The chief has always been my position.”

Xerath smiled and looked back.

“Saint, please come out now.”

Saint Uriel of Tolerance slowly appeared from the pillar of the chapel.

He had a somewhat sunken expression.

Beatrice said.

“It looks like you two came together.”

Yuriel opened his mouth.

“I unintentionally overheard. I was rude. “I apologize.”

“No, it is I who should apologize. “Yuriel has always guided me, but now the foolish sheep is finally finding his way.”

Uriel poured both material and spiritual effort into Beatrice’s guidance. Is that all? It was nice to see it as a lifesaver. The reason Beatrice was able to survive through the numerous inquisitions was solely because of Uriel’s defense.

Yuriel drew a weak line.

“······I’m so glad you took a step back.”

Xerath said.

“Isn’t it time to reap Your Majesty’s punishment?”

Embarrassment seeped into Yuriel’s face.

“Your Majesty the Inquisitor, what you said is…”

Xerath looked at Beatrice.

“The Virgin of Punishment overcame agony. Therefore, the charges were dropped. “There is no longer any reason to be punished.”

Uriel was skeptical of Xerath’s opinion. Although Beatrice’s attitude had changed a little recently, the change caused even greater anxiety.

A reformation that took place without warning in just a few days. In a way, it was impossible. After all, isn’t she a saint of punishment? For Uriel, who knew her well, it was difficult to erase the feeling of discomfort.

Yuriel chanted.

“But…”

He trailed off and looked at Xerath’s expression.

I couldn’t help but shiver.

Because the fire demon’s eyes on Beatrice were flickering as if they were hunting down an apostate.

There was a high probability that he confirmed his disciple as a heretic. There will be an inquisition. Since it will be conducted under the supervision of the highest judge of the Ministry of Public Prosecutors, it will be difficult for Uriel to have any further influence.

Beatrice dies helplessly. He will be hung on a scaffold and burned at the stake.

Yuriel swallowed a deep sigh. Because it ultimately failed. Even after much effort, Beatrice could not be reformed.

As a saint of tolerance, she could not help but feel a sense of responsibility.

Aside from those feelings, there was one thing that puzzled me.

Why is Xerath trying to take Saya’s golden throne? There will be no mercy for apostates in the fiery judgment. It was difficult for Uriel to understand Xerath’s thoughts.

Is this perhaps the bare minimum of affection for a former student? I didn’t think it was Uriel.

Xerath turned his gaze towards Uriel.

“What do you think, saintess?”

The creepy eyes were everywhere. It sank again and was in a peaceful state.

Yuriel hesitates to answer. Xerath nodded slightly. It may be an unspoken message telling you to leave it to yourself.

Yuriel, who was worried, sighed softly and said.

“Your Majesty the Inquisitor, may there be a handful of mercy in your solemn judgment.”

“I will do it if God allows it.”

Uriel approached Beatrice.

I took Wonok out of my arms. It was an indulgence given to me by Saya the other day. It’s up to you whether to forgive Beatrice or not, based on Uriel’s judgment.

Uriel whispered in Beatrice’s ear.

“I hope my efforts reached you in some small way.”

The Saint of Punishment just smiled gently without answering.

Uriel held the jade to Beatrice’s eyes. At that moment, the lifeless pupil began to embrace light.

The ban was lifted. My eyesight returned in an instant.

Beatrice covered her eyes with trembling hands. Because his head was lowered, his facial expression was not revealed.

Wouldn’t he be filled with joy? Yuriel expected that.

The interrogator who was watching this took a step back.

*

Night has come to the holy land of Berserk.

This place was the closest land to Hell Palace, so it was cold all year round like a snow country.

Heavy snow fell as usual today.

Beatrice did not give in despite the heavy snowfall.

Covering his entire body with a cloak, he crossed the snow-covered courtyard.

The destination is the Great Chamber. We headed to the quarters of high-ranking commanders.

There was someone I absolutely had to meet. Since I had to avoid other people’s eyes, I also sent a separate letter.

However, I did not receive a reply.

‘Kairos you coward.’

The leader of the Imperial Knights was avoiding Beatrice. I didn’t know that sparks would fly if I had an affair with a saint who was known to be an apostate.

Kairos’ judgment was right, but it was not very pleasant for the saint of punishment.

The imperial sword was absolutely necessary for the greater good.

This was the reason I took the risk to come here.

Through the blowing snowstorm, a blurry figure caught my eye. It would be a sentry guarding the lodgings. Will they really open the door? Many greetings were not favorable to the saint.

Even so, she was a saint. It would be okay to push for status. As she was chewing her lips, Beatrice’s new form soared into the sky.

She tilted her head in surprise.

“······Lord Ka Kairos.”

The face of the commander of the Imperial Knights was visible. A young handsome man. He was already an unrivaled genius who was listed as one of the Ten Holy Temples when he was a boy.

He also played with fire with the saint. It was like that when I was very young and immature. Not now.

Kairos crossed the walls without saying a word. As soon as he stepped on the highest castle tower, he lowered the saint to the ground.

He glared at the saint with a wary expression.

“What happened again this time?”

Beatrice took off her cloak.

“It’s always the same reason. “You know, right?”

“I made my intentions clear. “I will not betray the imperial family or the church.”

The saintess laughed.

“It’s betrayal. Then what are you, silent and averting your eyes? “Is that martyrdom?”

“Please stop. Isn’t this a conversation we’ve had several times? “My will does not change.”

Beatrice crossed her arms.

“Take out the seal.”

A shadow passed over Kairos’ face.

“I’m sure you haven’t mixed it up yet. No, the pattern itself would have disappeared. “Am I wrong?”

The seals of believers were of three categories.

White sheep pattern.

sun pattern.

A pattern where the white sheep and the sun coexist.

The seal of Kairos always had only the sun engraved on it. It was like that until now.

There was nothing anymore.

As Baekyang was reborn as a Heavenly Light Demon, Kairos lost his mind about his faith.

Therefore, the pattern was also erased.

It wasn’t a sin. Even among the faithful believers, there were many who were unable to develop their patterns. To have a pattern, more than faith was needed.

Personal beliefs, principles, abilities, will, talent, etc. The elements to be met were quite comprehensive.

Kairos was shocked.

“Please don’t insult me.”

“I don’t mean to insult you. It means facing reality.”

After saying that, Beatrice shifted her gaze to the horizon.

To be exact, the imperial palace would be around there on the continent.

“Who sits on the throne?”

“Unnecessary…”

“It’s Lapelia. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

Originally, only the first prince had the right to succession.

God broke that law. By the command of the white sheep, not the sun.

Kairos frowned.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Listen. “I didn’t come here to persuade you with a few words this time.”

Then he looked directly at the leader.

“Your master can regain power. Your Majesty Lapellat. “He is the only true emperor.”

Kairos clenched his fist tightly.

“······My lord is none other than His Majesty Emperor Lapelia. “Don’t pass it over too hastily.”

His hands were shaking.

Beatrice said with a grin.

“great. But what if the emperor was possessed by the devil?”

Kairos quickly scanned his surroundings. I didn’t feel like I was popular.

“What blasphemy!”

“I have evidence.”

A deep frown spread across Beatrice’s face.

“Iden la Valenstalga. Baekyang is the devil who possessed the emperor.”

Kairos grabbed the handle of the great sword.

“If you say one more word, I will cut you down.”

Beatrice took a step towards him and caressed his cheek.

“Here’s a word.”

Then he laughed bitterly.

Kairos could not swing a sword.

The saint took a step back and opened her mouth with a serious expression.

“You will be sent into hell as a vanguard. See you then. “Is Aiden really a god or a devil?”

Her expression was full of confidence.

This is because I heard Aiden’s identity through a voice in my ear. He is a demon god.

The voice never once conveyed a lie. You can trust it this time too.

The saint smiled kindly.

“If what I say is true, please join us then.”

*

Heresy Inquisition Barracks. A knock rang in the Supreme Judge’s office.

“Your Majesty the Interrogator, may I come in?”

Xerath, who was sitting, said.

“Please come in.”

The door opened slowly. Siron appeared.

She lowered her head.

Xerath put down his pen and opened his mouth.

“So what happened?”

“There are a total of two people that Beatrice came into contact with today. Kairos le Gariella, commander of the Imperial Knights of Jurein von Nedvall, is in prison. “I overheard the conversation with Yurein, but Kairos was impossible.”

Xerath said.

“What were you whispering about?”

Beatrice said that Aiden was the devil.

It was difficult to talk about it as a theory. This is because Baekyang actually owned the Demon God Seat. Only a few people, including her and Euron Fenrir, shared the secret. Even Xerath didn’t know.

But now everyone will know.

Depending on the preparation, it could have ended with a simple incident.

Siron pondered and then opened his mouth.

“The white sheep is the devil…”

Xerath nodded.

“It’s a pity. “The disciple’s sins have become so heavy.”

Siron spoke carefully.

“······Your Majesty Beatrice’s words are true.”

So I took the opportunity to explain the reality.

Xerath’s expression didn’t change much.

Xerath, who was lost in thought, spoke.

“Murcielara. “What a fun devil.”

“Yes sir?”

“What’s the problem? You took the Demon God’s seat to judge the Demon God. It’s just a radical measure. Truly saintly.”

Siron laughed awkwardly.

“I guess so.”

Xerath looked out the window.

“It’s actually good. It’s rewarding to have released the queen bee.”

Then he turned his attention to Shiron again.

“Just secure the list first.”

It will be much easier to collect them all in one place and purify them.

Iden may not want it, but Xerath thought it was a process he would have to go through someday.

Someone had no choice but to bear the stigma of being a persecutor or a massacre.

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