277. Iril (3)
#277
“this. “Have you done it again?”
Abel opened the door and clicked his tongue. A bloody smell reached her nose from her hallway, and it did. The room where Iril was staying had turned into a hell that seemed like something out of a nightmare.
“It’s also gorgeous.”
The personnel in charge of guarding and serving were all torn to pieces and their blood and internal organs were decorating the room. I worked hard to get the best furniture and clothes, but they were all covered in blood and unusable.
Iril was fast asleep, kneeling in the middle of the room. Her hair and skin were so white that the blood on her was even more visible. Her delicate hands held a fruit peeler.
Aside from her, there was only one survivor. It was Bishop Olivia who was ordered to look after Iril along with Le Tancier. She was locked in a corner of her room, sobbing as she looked at her severed wrists. Abel said.
“You worked hard. “Olivia.”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Olivia staggered to her feet. Her wound wasn’t just her cut wrist. The stab wounds all over her body were deep enough to reach all the way to her bones.
Iril, who fell unconscious, killed everyone in the room and maimed himself in a matter of seconds. Her resentful voice flowed from between her parted lips.
“Well, that’s a monster. “It’s out of control… What on earth are you trying to use it for?”
“You look at someone else’s nephew and call him a monster. “It’s too much.”
“It must be killed. Boo, if you leave it alone, you will definitely become an enemy of the church. yes?”
Abel didn’t answer. He had definitely said that he would make Iril a saint of the church, but she couldn’t afford to remind Olivia of that. Abel said.
“That being said, as long as she doesn’t lose consciousness, she’s just an ordinary girl. Honestly, in this case, it’s probably your mistake. I lost consciousness while trying to force myself to do something, and it must have been for a long time. “Isn’t that right?”
“Well, I don’t have anything in particular…”
“Then what are the handprints on my nephew’s neck? huh?”
Abel muttered coldly. Olivia’s face hardened. As he said, a handprint that looked like he was being strangled was clearly left on Iril’s neck.
“Yo, please forgive me. The wind struggles so hard…”
Olivia, who belatedly admitted her mistake, was about to make an excuse. A red line appeared on her neck and her head fell. Phew! The blood gushing from the cut edge wet Abel’s face.
“Huh… I just need to do a little more, but why isn’t everyone listening?”
Abel sighed. He wiped the blood off the knife and led the way. Despite the steady progress of the final chapter, the work seemed to be arduous.
“Kek, keek!”
“Um, are you awake?”
At that time, a violent coughing sound was heard from behind. Abel turned her head. She woke up to find Iril clutching her neck, sobbing.
“Knock, call… this, this!”
“It’s your work. After all, you can’t fake blood.”
Iril, who was looking around, took a deep breath. She did not realize that it was she who had committed this massacre. Rather than criticizing her, Abel smiled kindly at her.
“I’ll call the doctor right away. You don’t want your body to get cold, so wash first and change into new clothes. “Don’t worry, we will prepare a new room for you soon.”
“There’s nothing I want to talk about with you guys… Please send me back.”
Iril said in a trembling voice. Now it was slowly reaching its limit. She didn’t need anything, she just wanted to be with her brother. She muttered without realizing it, her tears streaming down her face.
“Ronan…”
“Of course they will send it back. After work is over. Don’t be so harsh, just listen to me. “The world will soon come to an end anyway.”
Suddenly, Abel started stroking Iril’s head. Her movements were cautious, as if she was touching a precious treasure.
“Originally, everyone would face death in fear and despair, but if you are there, it’s different. You are the only one who can give them a peaceful death. “Don’t you plan on embracing the world with your kindness, which has only been limited to your younger brother and the people around you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Iril slowly shook his head. I could not always understand a word this person said. Either way, Abel continued.
“You can do it. If it’s your strength. Now, the item that will make you a saint has been completed.”
“···yes?”
Iril tilted his head. Perfect! Suddenly, Abel snapped his fingers and the closed door opened. Archbishop Le Tancier walked in somewhat.
“Is that…?”
Iril’s eyes widened. In Letancier’s hands was a luxurious cushion. Above it, a small tiara was scattering brilliant light.
The jewels embedded in them sparkled in a cool white color like the stars in the night sky. It was beautiful, but it didn’t feel very nice.
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“Then it’s not like the savior’s location was discovered. “I was just unlucky.”
“that’s right. It’s a blessing in disguise. “It seems like an investigation has been conducted at the denominational level because a person as talented as a bishop has died.”
Elthea nodded. The two were chatting about something they had missed while waiting for a while. The current topic was the reason why Archbishop Pasagaarde suddenly came all the way to the Sea of Ghosts.
‘It sucks until the end. ‘Like a fucking cat.’
Ronan clicked his tongue as if he was fed up. The chase team led by the archbishop had been dispatched to investigate Barca’s sudden death. If Elthea had not quickly intercepted or was defeated, the savior would have definitely been killed.
“···It seems like it’s slowly coming to an end.”
Suddenly, Elthea, who was looking at the snowy field, muttered. The chaos caused by the Archbishop’s attack was quickly coming to an end.
The believers of Nebula Clage who were still alive were being wiped out one by one by Elthea. Terrible screams were echoing sporadically.
“Ugh! help me!”
“Eh, Elthea, please have mercy…keaaaaaa!”
There were so many spirits that there was no need for Ronan to step forward. The spirits that appeared as bodies of ice were mercilessly tearing apart believers who were begging for their lives or running away.
‘This woman is no ordinary either.’
There was no change in Elthea’s face as she watched such a tragedy. Contrary to her appearance, her remains showed that there was no mercy in her hands, as was typical of Nebula Clazier’s former chief executive. Sita was circling in the air, absorbing the blood scattered everywhere.
“Bwahaha!”
Sita, who was full and in a good mood, burst into laughter. Seeing the blood droplets constantly being created, it seemed like it would take quite some time. Elsia, who was looking at her sita, opened her mouth.
“A dream. “You are taking a precious child with you as a companion.”
“Yeah, whatever. “It just so happened.”
Ronan nodded. Now that I think about it, it’s been a very long time since I heard the word dream.
“Your appearance and abilities are very unusual. What are your parents?”
“I don’t know either. “The one she gave birth to was a little furry puppy named Marfez, but he wasn’t that kind of monster.”
Ronan shrugged. It had already been three years since he met Sita, but the secret of her birth was still shrouded in mystery.
A supreme phantom species born under the influence of its surroundings. Until recently, Varen was conducting research on dream birds, but was unable to uncover their secret.
‘I’m curious.’
Ronan quenched his appetite. It was a topic worth delving into next time I get a chance. At that time, an ice golem doing restoration work waved its hand at the two people.
“Guoooo!”
“ah. “I guess it’s done.”
The floor that had been crushed by black energy had been restored without a single scar. It was possible that she was a spirit who could freely manipulate her elemental spirits. She said, pointing to Elsia’s temporary entrance.
“Let’s go in. “I don’t have much time.”
Elthea walked at a brisk pace. Ronan followed her in silence.
The small passage that was intentionally left was closed the moment Elthea and Ronan entered the ruins. Elsia, who was walking down the steep stairs, opened her mouth.
“But how did you get into the ruins? “Did you break the entrance over there too?”
“No way. “I just entered the password and came in.”
“···A 24-digit number?”
“yes. “I’m not bragging, but I caught a glimpse of him pressing that button the other day.”
Ronan scratched his head as if he had no shame. Elthea was just dumbfounded. What matters to her now is that she saw the password.
“···okay. Anyway, I’m glad I came before it was too late. “Savior’s condition has been getting worse recently.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“If things continued like this, it would be difficult to survive even for a month. “How glad I am that you came…”
Elthea’s voice contained a mixture of sadness and relief. She explained that the Savior’s condition had worsened over the past month.
The reason he lost to his original opponent, Pasagarde, was because he hurried around day and night for the savior’s treatment. Ronan asked.
“Why did it suddenly become like that?”
“Perhaps Abel has become stronger. No matter how much it is, it is dangerous to the extent that it is affecting the wounds suffered more than a thousand years ago… If it continues like this, it is dangerous.”
“Can the savior be saved?”
“If this is really Abel’s blood.”
Elthea nodded. Even as she was going through complex emotional changes, her eyes were full of confidence. The two soon arrived at the savior’s room. Push-i-ik… The iron door opened left and right with the sound of the wind falling.
“···shit.”
Ronan, seeing the savior, cursed. He was still trapped in the glass coffin. As Elthea said, the wound on his chest had noticeably worsened. The stain that had been expanding from the stab wound had now covered the entire upper body.
Honestly, I thought he was dead. Fortunately, the foam coming out of his nose and mouth showed that he was breathing. Elthea, wearing a white gown, began operating various mechanical devices.
“Okay then, let’s get started.”
She didn’t seem to have any intention of wasting a second. I didn’t know if it was because of the savior or if she was taking into account Ronan’s situation that his sister had been captured. Ronan, seeing her determined expression, nodded her head.
“believe.”
Elthea took a deep breath and immediately began treatment. As Ronan expected, the process wasn’t much different from last time. Abel’s blood and the drug she had developed were flowing into the canal connected to her savior’s body.
“please···.”
Elthea chewed her lips. Ronan looked at the Savior once more and clenched her fists. If you slept that long, wake up slowly, mister. Your daughter was taken.
It was the moment when the last drop flowed into the body of the savior. His eyelids, which had been closed the whole time, opened and his sunset-colored eyes appeared. Elthea hesitated and stepped back.
“Gu, Savior… can you hear my voice?”
Her slender shoulders were shaking unsteadily. she asked Elsia, her voice trembling. Her eyes were wet, as if they were about to pour out water at any moment.
The answer hasn’t come back yet. Ronan suppressed his emotions by gritting his teeth. Up to this point, it was the same as last time. Elthea was about to say something again. Her savior’s lips, which seemed to have been locked forever, slowly parted.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“iced coffee···!”
Elthea’s eyes widened. Her stagnant tears poured out. Ronan ran towards her in her haste and caught her as her legs gave out and she was about to fall.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“I-I…I…!”
Elthea began to sob. I had no idea that he was a person who could make such diverse facial expressions. Ronan’s eyes remained on her savior even as he supported her. The savior suddenly made eye contact with Ronan and spoke.
“It’s been a long time…my son.”
The moment Ronan heard those words, his body stiffened. His mind turned white as if lightning had struck. What should I say in times like this? Ronan, who was thinking, bowed his head.
“···Hello.”
