Chapter 597
It was a club building that had completely become a hideout for Dettomorians after the temple operation was discontinued.
Upon entering the underground space, everyone except for Ellen was shocked.
“What’s this… … ?”
Ludwig.
“Crazy, isn’t that blood?”
Heinrich.
“Hey, what do you mean by all this?”
Louise.
All three of them couldn’t help but feel fear when they entered a space full of unknown shamans and symbols.
Apart from personal strength and experience, those who encounter this spectacle for the first time are bound to feel a fear of unknown origin. Indeed, even Ellen was stunned when she first came to this place.
“Can we come… … . that’s right?”
In fact, it only caused a lot of misunderstanding, but in reality, even Ludwig, who Dettomorian said was a good friend, said that with a pale complexion.
Dettomorian deserves special treatment in many ways.
Ludwig has seen civilians killed by guards for praying to strange idols.
However, when looking at the idols and shamans in this underground world, even the priests who have never harmed others in their lives under the belief of embracing and reforming the heretics, when they see this scene, they wonder if they should hang Dettomorian on the stake. something to do.
Dettomorian was called a pagan among pagans for the reason that he was a temple, and a student of the royal class, so he was able to skip it even after setting up a suitable site.
It was clear that even civilians who knew nothing about heresy would regard this scene as the result of the evil done by the heretics.
Despite the fact that everyone feels uneasy as they pass by ominous and bizarre sights.
“are you okay.”
Ellen, who had experience, went down to the basement without fear.
* * *
The core and center of the shaman.
Arriving at the space equivalent to the cellar, Ellen could see that Dettomorian was still sitting in the middle of the ring.
Aside from feeling a strange and ominous energy, it is a messy space in the first place.
That’s why Ellen doesn’t know if Dettomorian is still praying for the same thing.
If you want to find out if the placement of the idols has changed or if the shaman has been redrawn, you can’t find out. Because it was just as crowded as before.
but.
“You’re here.”
“huh.”
Dettomorian said that while looking at the sudden arrival of the four.
The word itself is already ambiguous.
Does it mean that you knew it would come, or does it mean that it is coming now?
A Dettomorian says things that the listeners can’t quite understand, let alone their intentions.
Ellen wasn’t very close with Dettomorian, and Ludwig tried to be friendly but couldn’t.
Heinrich and Louise are frozen and hardened.
Louise’s skills weren’t going anywhere, and Heinrich had nothing to say.
However, there is something about this scene itself that overwhelms people.
“Did you think we would come?”
In response to Ellen’s question, Dettomorian looked at the candle that was lit in front of him, constantly emitting weak light, and said.
“well… … .”
Again, an ambiguous answer.
Ellen fearlessly approached Dettomorian and sat down in front of the candle.
A warrior and a sorcerer are sitting facing each other with a candle in between.
“Are you still praying for peace these days?”
“no… … .”
Dettomorian had been praying for peace until Ellen, Bertus, and Tana came.
“Then what are you doing?”
To Ellen’s question, Dettomorian said quietly.
“Nothing.”
“And peace.”
safe peace.
Ellen tilts her head at those words.
“I was praying for safety and peace for your soul.”
“… … me?”
“okay.”
Dettomorian spoke quietly.
“Because that is the same word as peace.”
Ellen still can’t understand Dettomorian’s words.
But in this bizarre sight, hearing that a shaman performing a mysterious ritual is suddenly offering prayers for him sends a chill down his spine.
“I see.”
However, Ellen slightly bowed her head as she looked at Dettomorian.
“thank you.”
say thanks
“… … .”
Just like Ludwig does.
Ellen knows that Dettomorian is by no means an evil person.
still
The outcome of witchcraft is unknown, and it is not known whether it really works. I don’t know if the symbol Dettomorian gave me really protects Ellen, and even if Dettomorian prays for Ellen’s soul next to peace, I don’t know if it will work.
However, Ellen is grateful to Dettomorian because she knows that the heart of the prayer is sincere.
After thanking Dettomorian, Ellen carefully raised her head.
Dettomorian looks at Ellen with an expression that doesn’t know what he knows or doesn’t know.
Dettomorian, who originally looked extraordinary in a not-so-good way, looks even more extraordinary in this space.
If it normally looks grim, in this dark and gloomy space, Dettomorian feels like something that no words can definitively describe.
Aren’t we in the wrong place?
Didn’t he accidentally set foot in a place where he shouldn’t have set foot while chasing a certain case?
The same thoughts couldn’t help but pop into everyone’s head.
However, Ellen looks at Dettomorian and speaks quietly.
“There is a graveyard under the Temple of the Holy Knights.”
“… … .”
Despite the sudden start of the main topic, Dettomorian is still listening to Ellen.
“It’s a graveyard where priests and paladins with powerful divine power are buried.”
From the main point, without needing to go around.
It’s too long to tell from the beginning, so I ask only what I need to ask.
“It seems that someone brought the remains of the graveyard back to life as undead and took them somewhere.”
“… … .”
“Is that possible?”
Speaking of which, Ellen had the idea that this question itself might be rude.
It might be rude to come here to ask Dettomorian assuming that he knows the evil secret technique that creates the undead.
However, at Ellen’s simple but not light question, Dettomorian remains silent.
However, Dettomorian’s answer was not possible or not.
“don’t do it.”
“… … huh?”
“It’s better not to… … .”
words you don’t know again.
However, since it was completely unknown, Ellen seemed to understand it a little.
What does Dettomorian say?
“Just being still… … . Are you good?”
“huh… … .”
It would have been a story to cover up the issue and not dig into it.
“Can you elaborate on the reason?”
“no… … .”
Is it that I can’t explain it, or that I can’t understand it even if I explain it, or that I can’t tell you. couldn’t hear
Everyone was quietly listening to Ellen and Dettomorian’s bizarre Zen dialogue.
It seems like a conversation, but it doesn’t seem to be at all.
Between the two, Ludwig quietly approaches.
“Detto.”
“… … .”
Ludwig sits next to Ellen.
“You know something? If you know, tell me.”
“… … .”
“I don’t know. The priest I was trying to help was actually a very bad person, and I don’t even know what he was trying to do through me. Now, no matter how wrong the priest was… … . I want to know what happened and what will happen next… … .”
“You will die… … .”
“… … uh?”
At Dettomorian’s words, not only Ludwig, but also Ellen, Louise, and Heinrich, who were listening quietly, couldn’t help but be perplexed.
Dettomorian opened his mouth slowly, still looking at Ludwig with a grim expression.
“Ludwig, you will die if you go any further.”
to a sudden prophecy. Ludwig’s complexion turned white.
“Don’t do anything… … .”
I don’t know anything else though.
Ellen, Ludwig, and Dettomorian could tell that they were truly worried about Ludwig.
* * *
sudden prophecy.
Its content is overly simplistic.
death.
And the prophecy was aimed at Ludwig.
Ludwig was frozen like a stone at those out of the blue words, and his mouth was silent.
Ellen was embarrassed as well.
“What are you talking about? Ludwig suddenly becomes like that?”
“… … .”
Ludwig had no intention of arguing, no sign of anger.
Ludwig is not the kind of person who could do that to a friend in the first place.
“If you say anything… … . Can’t we?”
Ellen asked on behalf of Ludwig, who couldn’t ask anything.
What is the reason for saying that, and if you saw something, what the hell did you see?
“I can’t convince you… … . I can’t explain… … .”
Dettomorian only said so. He doesn’t mean that he won’t understand what he sees, or that he doesn’t know why he knows this.
Ellen, like Ellen, and Ludwig, like Ludwig, couldn’t ask anything more about the gloomy Dettomorian.
“You don’t have to tell me anything! suddenly. What if you say you’ll die suddenly and don’t say anything!”
“I am the youngest… … !”
So, Heinrich, who was watching the scene from behind, approached and looked down at Dettomorian and threatened.
Louise, who saw her son stepping out of an uncomfortable and ominous situation, was also taken aback and carefully grabbed Heinrich’s shoulder.
Dettomorian quietly looked up at Heinrich with only his eyes raised.
penetrating eyes.
And then, that figure staring at the impatient Louise in the back for a moment.
“… … !”
In that momentary stare, Heinrich felt an eerie feeling as if the hairs on his body stood on end.
Even though it was only for a moment, that gaze seemed to grasp all the hidden truths.
Heinrich’s back involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat at that gaze, and Louise also felt like she was choking on her breath.
Heinrich had a hunch that he shouldn’t touch Dettomorian carelessly.
“Dettomorian.”
“huh… … .”
However, Ellen, who believes in Dettomorian, calls him.
“If I don’t properly explain why this is dangerous, why Ludwig is dying, and why it’s better not to know… … . I, we have no choice but to find out more about this.”
“… … .”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. But there’s so much going on with this one. I don’t think it’s something I can leave alone.”
“that’s right… … .”
Dettomorian silently nodded as if Ellen was right.
“I mean little… … . It’s small and low, so the evidence is slim. trust is lacking. The explanation is insufficient. The appeal is also low… … .”
Dettomorian has been around for a really long time.
No, almost for the first time.
Do not drag or stutter.
“I tell you what I saw.”
“Don’t tell me what you haven’t seen.”
“But, of course.”
“My words do not necessarily come true.”
“What I said may just be nonsense.”
“However, talking about death in an era where death is rampant. It’s not a very difficult prediction.”
“Everyone dies someday.”
“Anyone can die at any time.”
“Now that death is as common as hunger and poverty everywhere.”
“Anyone’s death can only be seen as easy.”
“Rather than predicting an ordinary fate. That’s easier.”
“so.”
“I’m not always right.”
“Though what I saw does not necessarily happen.”
“this time.”
“Surely right.”
“Ludwig.”
“Do nothing.”
“You will die.”
It’s a world where death is too rampant.
That’s why it’s easier to see death no matter who’s fate.
So it definitely fits.
Ludwig doesn’t know why this has anything to do with his own death, and neither does the others.
On the way to ask what witchcraft is and what pagan rituals are, they hear a completely unexpected prophecy of death.
Ludwig stared at Dettomorian in a frozen state.
When I said about Ludwig’s death, it must be because I didn’t want Ludwig’s death.
“I will ask you one thing.”
Ludwig, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth with a firm expression.
“Are you dying in vain?”
“… … .”
“I can’t do anything, and I can’t do anything on my own like now. I get help, everything is my fault, and I blame myself for being helpless, then I only cause trouble to others. no help whatsoever like that… … .”
Ludwig says with a miserable expression.
“Are you going to die like that?”
Dettomorian is silent at Ludwig’s question.
“… … .”
No answer.
But this time, the meaning of silence feels different. Everyone feels the difference.
I don’t know what the silence meant until now, but the silence now is deliberately not speaking.
If you tell me, you know what will happen.
I will die.
That death is not meaningless.
Dettomorian does not speak.
The shaman speaks of what he sees. don’t say what you haven’t seen
To a witch doctor who cannot lie, not telling the truth is the only lie.
“That’s not it.”
“… … .”
“Detto, right?”
Dettomorian doesn’t say anything.
“That’s enough.”
It is not meaningless, meaningless death.
We don’t know what’s going on, but the fact that death is right in front of us already suggests that we can do something just by itself.
Rather, it reads the hope that something can be done.
Even if death awaits, even if the words are absolute.
It is not that there is no hope that it may not be absolute after all.
Being able to do something itself was something Ludwig had longed for ever since the death of Delphine Izadra and the loss of his arm.
Dettomorian, who had been silent for a long time, finally lowered his head.
“Fate is completed by those who want to change it.”
onetime. someone
“As if you tried to change your fate and ended up like this.”
As if you wished for it and achieved it.
“me too… … . Is it the same?”
Dettomorian sees the future now, but feels intuition that he completed it because he tried to change it.
The words that tried to prevent Ludwig’s death actually pushed Ludwig forward.
I know the future. people did not know
That’s why I realize that I rather pushed Ludwig’s back.
“I, too, can’t get out of that bondage… … .”
No one knows what Dettomorian is talking about.
However, in those words, I could read a sense of shame and resignation.
Dettomorian, who had been silent, immediately raised his head.
“Find Ashur.”
“… … uh?”
Everyone couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sudden words.
“Then you will know.”
An existence that has no reason to be mentioned in this situation.
A friend who is already dead.
What the hell does this have to do with finding someone who can’t come back?
“What are you talking about? Are you looking for Ashur?”
“you! You keep saying things you don’t know. What are you trying to say?”
When Ludwig panics, and Heinrich finally starts to show his old temper.
“get out.”
Dettomorian issues a congratulatory order with a firm expression.
“More than this. I don’t want to change anything.”
The shaman had already begun to fear his own mouth.
With that determined attitude to get out now, I couldn’t ask any more questions in front of the desperate shaman’s face.
* * *
Even though Dettomorian might say something incomprehensible, he is not at all the type to speak harshly.
So, asking those who came to leave plainly was the first time Dettomorian had spoken to someone in a commanding tone.
It doesn’t matter who hears it.
Everyone heard shocking, incomprehensible, incomprehensible words and difficult-to-guess intentions.
In the basement of the club building, which was left alone, Dettomorian sat still with a few candles lit.
With an attitude that no one could tell whether he was wishing for something, thinking about something, or not doing anything.
Into that silence, that silence where only candles burn.
A small, silent figure approaches slowly.
-Aug
“… … .”
black cat.
Dettomorian didn’t even look at the cat.
The cat quietly approaches and sits across from Dettomorian.
It only cried the first time, and the cat just stared at Dettomorian.
The cat said nothing, and the witch doctor said nothing.
A long silence passes.
one hour.
Or maybe two hours.
After an unknown length of silence between the cat and the witch doctor.
“All I could do was this… … .”
The sorcerer slowly opens his mouth.
“To bring one closer to the less dangerous than the more dangerous… … .”
The cat quietly listened to the shaman’s excuse, but did not respond.
“But, in the end, maybe it’s just letting everyone know… … . Maybe something like that… … .”
The shaman lowered his head and spoke like a lament.
“If only I knew the future… … . How was it?”
-… … .
“Even if I fully knew. Depending on my changing behavior, the future will also change. Knowing the future is meaningless.”
-… … .
“Or, the fact that I clumsily learned about the future… … . Was it arranged to complete that fate…? … .”
-… … .
“That I am no different… … . I didn’t know… … .”
The shaman looks at the still flickering candle.
“I wanted to do something, so ruining something… … .”
-… … .
“This is how it feels… … .”
Only then did the sorcerer slowly move his pupils and look at the cat.
“Trying to change a fate that even God couldn’t change… … .”
-… … .
“It was stupid.”
The cat sat still and watched the shaman.
“You don’t need my words.”
-… … .
“You know what to do.”
-… … .
“Then, you can do that.”
At the shaman’s words, the cat looked at the shaman for a while, then stood up quietly.
The cat left without a word, and the witch doctor sat alone in front of the candle for a long time.
