Chapter 55: ðððšð©ð¥ð ðšð ðð¡ð ððð§ðð« ðððŠð¢ð¥ð² (ð)
The stone gate, carved out of a massive boulder, was not meant to be opened by human strength. It was fine to regard it simply as a piece of rock, to prevent intruders from opening it.
But Suetlg definitely heard it.
The sound of the stone door twisting and moving!
âUgh. . .!â
Johanâs forearms swelled as the giant stone wall began to slowly roll to the side. Suetlg couldnât close his gaping mouth.
âMy goodness, oh divine. . .â
A miracle that even a wizard like Suetlg would seek the divine!
Johan, sweating profusely, pushed the door open.
âFortunately, itâs open. We are lucky.â
â. . . . . .â
âSuetlg-nim? snap out of it.â
â. . . . . .â
Regaining his senses, Suetlg quickly gave an order.
âEnsure the mercenaries cannot enter. The fewer eyes, the better. Iâll only take my slaves inside.â
âAre you sure? It would be okay for me to go alone.â
âNo. That would be too unfair to you. Iâll protect my own body. And. . . donât worry about secrets. Their mouths are special.â
Suetlgâs slaves had undergone a special procedure, something Johan had guessed. Deciding to ask later, Johan spoke softly.
âHow suspicious are you planning to be?â
âEnough that the mercenaries shouldnât see. In exchange, I swear to repay you properly, in the name of Ipaël River.â
âI always liked the Ipaël River.â
Johan and Suetlg exchanged meaningful smiles. Whether it was a pagan temple or anything else, if there was something useful, they would surely take it.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âðð«ðð¯ðð§ð ðð§ð²ðšð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðð§ððð«ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ðšð®ðð¬ð¢ðð.
âðð¢ð ð¡ð. ððš ðŠððððð« ð°ð¡ðš ð¢ð ð¢ð¬. . . ðð¯ðð§ ð¢ð ðððð©ð¡ðð§ ððšðŠðð¬, ððšð§âð ð¥ðð ð¡ð¢ðŠ ð¢ð§.
â? ð ðð¥ð«ðððð² ð¬ðð¢ð ð°ð ð°ðšð§âð ð¥ðð ðð§ð²ðšð§ð ð¢ð§.
â. . .ðð±ððð¥ð¥ðð§ð ðððð¢ðð®ðð, ðð¢ð« ððð«ððšð¥ð. ððšð® ðð«ð ð ðð¢ð§ð ð€ð§ð¢ð ð¡ð.
âðð¡ðð§ð€ ð²ðšð®, ðð¢ð«.
âA corridor. . .!â
Johan and Suetlg, having entered through a passage behind the stone wall, marveled at the expansive hallway before them. To find such a well-constructed building hidden within these remote mountain cliffs was astonishing.
Alongside the corridor stood statues they had never seen before. Suetlg commented on each one as they passed.
âA pantheon. During the ancient Empire era, people worshipped many gods. Isnât it fascinating?â
âWell, itâs possible to believe, isnât it?â
â. . .Your lackluster reaction takes the fun out of it. Anyway, they must have hidden here to pray. Look at this. Isnât it beautiful? This god might have been a warrior deity.â
âOr perhaps the god of drunken brawlers. . .â
Suetlg scowled. After hearing Johanâs words, the statue indeed began to look that way.
âBut, Suetlg-nim.â
âWhat is it?â
âDonât you think the strange behavior of the goblins is related to this pagan temple?â
âIt might be, but itâs too quiet for that, isnât it? I donât sense any presence. It might be unrelated.â
âðð«ðšð°ð¥.
Karamaf let out a low growl. In response, footsteps emerged from the darkness, and three figures appeared. The zealots, clad in peculiar religious robes, held torches.
âUgh!â
âI-Intruders!!â
The zealots seemed more frightened than Johan and Suetlg. From their perspective, they had encountered armed intruders unexpectedly.
âHow did you get in here!â
Suetlg empathized with their reaction. Honestly, he would have thought the same in their shoes.
A well-hidden secret door. Under normal circumstances, it would have taken days to open it, by which time those inside would have noticed.
â. . .I understand why youâre surprised. Attack them!â
Regardless of the opponentâs surprise, an attack was necessary, especially since those dwelling in such a pagan temple couldnât be sane.
âHow dare these corrupted ones!â
The zealots, enraged, drew short swords from their waists. Sensing an evil aura in the flickering shadows, Suetlg shouted in astonishment.
âBe careful! They have magical aura!â
Suetlgâs slaves, though not as strong as Johan, were skilled swordsmen. As they clashed with the zealots, they immediately disrupted their balance and aimed for vital points.
However, the zealots appeared to be less skilled in sword fighting. As their swords met, they floundered. But as Suetlg said, they were imbued with magic.
A âthunkâ sound was heard as a sword slashed a zealotâs throat, but he did not fall. The shadow quickly spread over the zealotâs body, wrapping around the neck to prevent bleeding.
The zealotâs eyes reddened, and his face darkened.
âI shall not die. . .â
While the slave hesitated, Johanâs mace flew in, blowing the zealotâs head off.
â. . . . . .â
âDoesnât he come back to life?! Heâs dead!â
âWait. . .!â
Johan crushed another frozen zealotâs head. Whatever magic they had, it seemed to withstand only slashed wounds, so decapitation was more effective.
âNo need for such brutality if theyâre not trolls!â
âAh. Should have said so earlier.â
ââ â â ! â â !â
As they finished off the zealots, goblins appeared from the other end of the corridor, wearing metal armor and wielding spears, looking quite formidable.
âðð°, ðªðµ ðžð¢ðŽ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðŠð¥.â
âðð«ðšð°ð¥!
Johan lifted his mace, soaked in goblin blood from this campaign. Sensing its ominous aura, the goblins flinched.
âCome.â
With those words, Johan, like an avatar of violence, charged at the goblins.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
âHow could the strike force possibly!â
The wizard, with a face mired in confusion, was ready to flee.
All the zealots in this secret temple were in turmoil, including their leader, the wizard.
A sudden ambush, a frantic fight. . . anyone would have to brace for the worst. The intruders were few, but there was no way to know that.
âWhere do you think you are going?â
âWe must escape.â
âBut didnât Nahra-nim promise to protect this place?â
Nahra, the god of shadows and blood, had existed since the ancient Empire but was now forbidden in most places. Already disliked by other churches, Nahraâs teachings were excessively cruel and barbaric.
âHe is protecting us!â
âIf heâs protecting us, how did the strike force get in here!â
âGods can be capricious at times. Just shut up and follow!â
The wizard looked at Zirbo with annoyance. He would have discarded him long ago if not for his status. Among those in the temple, Zirbo was the most useful.
The illegitimate child of the Abner family!
Illegitimate children were treated worse than younger legitimate siblings. It wasnât hard to entice such a disgruntled man into joining the cult.
Although Zirbo had little to offer, his access to other nobles was crucial. He couldnât be discarded yet.
âEven if the strike force follows, they wonât enter here. Iâve unleashed the shadow monster. Itâs a kind of revelation from Nahra. Move!â
âUnder. . . Understood.â
Zirbo prepared to follow the wizard but looked nonchalant.
âðð©ðŠ ðŽðµð³ðªð¬ðŠ ð§ð°ð³ð€ðŠ ð®ðªðšð©ðµ ð£ðŠ ð°ð¶ðµðŽðªð¥ðŠ ðµð°ð°. . .â
Initially tempted by the wizard, Zirbo now doubted his reliability. What if they were shot by the blind with arrows outside?
Perhaps it was better to reveal his identity and surrender.
Slap!
â!â
Sensing his thoughts, the wizard lashed out with his whip. The black whip writhed as if alive, leaving the ground where it passed pitch black.
âDidnât I tell you to move?â
âI-I said I understood.â
âMove? Where?â
Johan entered the room, growling, covered in the blood of his enemies. His exposed eyes blazed with a fierce fire.
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
Johan, who had killed goblins indiscriminately and headed to the wizardâs chamber under Karamafâs guidance, encountered a monster he had never seen before.
A four-legged monster as if draped in dark shadows!
But upon closer inspection, parts of the creature resembled a goblin. It was unclear what had been done to the goblins, but the mere sight of it exuded an evil aura.
âGive Johan the silver sword!â
Suetlg shouted sharply. Then, a slave hurriedly pulled out and threw a sword. It was a blade coated with silver.
Indeed, silver always works against evil beings.
Johan grabbed the sword and viciously slashed the monsterâs torso.
ðð¡ð¢ð¢ð¢ð€!
The blood from the monsterâs torso made a noxious sound as it burned the ground. Johan clicked his tongue at the creaking durability of the silver sword.
âWhat a weak weapon. . .!â
âWhat are you talking about?! Thatâs a sturdy weapon! What are you doing, help Johan!â
âDonât come! Itâs better to fight alone.â
Fighting the monster with these uncoordinated allies was more of a hindrance.
âðð¢ð¯ ð ð¬ðªðð ðªðµ ðžðªðµð© ð¢ð¯ð°ðµð©ðŠð³ ðžðŠð¢ð±ð°ð¯? ðâð® ð³ðŠðð¶ð€ðµð¢ð¯ðµ ðµð° ðšð³ð¢ð£ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµðŠð¢ð³ ðªðµ ð¢ð±ð¢ð³ðµ. . .â
The greatest strength of the shadow monster was its unknown identity. Whether beating it was effective, or if it was safe to touch it. . .
This was what hindered Johanâs charge.
Sensing Johanâs hesitation, the monster grew increasingly ferocious. Johan made up his mind.
âðâðð ð¶ðŽðŠ ððŠð¢ð ððŠðµð³ðªðŠð·ðŠð³.â
Facing an unknown enemy, his most confident attack was indeed the Seal Retriever.
Suetlg was neither someone to distrust nor to accuse. Above all, they both held too many of each otherâs weaknesses.
Johan fiercely threw the silver sword at the monster, whipping its long forelegs.
âWhat are you doing?!â
Thud!
Synced with the monsterâs scream, Johan charged forward. In his hand was another longsword, the ancient Empireâs famous sword, <ðððð¥ ðððð«ð¢ðð¯ðð«>.
ðð§ðð, ðð°ð¢ðð, ðð¡ð«ð¢ððâ
With each flash of the sword, the monster convulsed and bled. The embedded silver sword shone brighter, inflicting more damage on the creature.
ðð¡ð®ðŠð©!
Johan spat. The Seal Retriever seemed to shake off the monsterâs filthy blood, becoming clean again.
Suetlg said,
â. . .By the name of the Ipaël River, I swear to silence about what I just saw.â
âYou donât need to swear for me to believe.â
â. . . . . .â
At Johanâs words, Suetlg almost burst into emotion, momentarily forgetting his age. This young knight had a talent for moving people in strange ways.
Though the swordâs story was unknown, its rare use implied a significant past.
And yet, he wielded it without hesitation. . .
âSo, what is this monster?â
âI donât know everything. It seems to have done something to the goblins. . . Hurry! We mustnât lose the wizard.â
ðžðžðžðžðžðž
ââ â . . .â
As soon as he saw Johan, the wizard attempted to recite a strange spell. At that moment, Johanâs Seal Retriever flashed and beheaded the wizard.
The shadows and spells protecting the wizardâs body were torn apart in one strike, killing him.
âWell done!â
Suetlg admired it. Although there was never anything good in having long conversations with wizards, those who encountered wizards always inadvertently heard such words.
Those who handle magic deal with the deepest secrets and mysteries. The voices of those who know the truth inevitably have more persuasive power than ordinary people.
But Johan, seemingly uninterested, beheaded him right away. It was a refreshingly good judgment.
âI-I am the son of Countess Abner! I demand a fair trial. The Abner family will not forgive you for touching me!â
â?!â
â. . .Kill him!â
Suetlg coldly ordered. Then, the slaves following him swung their swords. In an instant, the noblemanâs b*stard was reduced to a bloody heap and fell.
âThe wizard, I get it, but why him?â
âBecause he saw your sword.â