Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: Ruby
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Immediately Sheathe Your Swords
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A spear that melts even evil souls.
At first, I hadn't given it much thought.
'I just thought it had fire attributes mixed in.'
Of course, since the Golden Spear was my only long-range attack method, I had been satisfied with it.
However, I was feeling that its performance was somewhat lacking compared to its name value.
'It's not even just a normal class but exclusive to a mythical class.'
Right.
Mythical class.
Although it didn't appear in the original work, wasn't it a title that sounded high-level just from hearing it?
But the Golden Spear had a somewhat disappointing feel compared to that name.
'Of course, I can make it disappear and create it at will. Plus, opponents can't even grab it.'
It was good.
It was good, but... ah.
A feeling of being exactly 2 percent short.
So it seemed some dissatisfaction had remained inside me.
However.
Now that I was faced with a situation where I had to confront a wraith-type undead.
It didn't seem like something to think about simply.
'My thinking was short-sighted. Even in the original work, skills that directly dealt damage to wraith-type monsters were rare, so I didn't even think about it.'
If, as I thought, the Golden Spear was really a skill that could counter wraith-type monsters?
'This might be the real deal!'
While I was admiring it inwardly.
Revarsen was looking down at the gravekeeper with an unbelieving face.
After staring blankly like that for a while.
She finally opened her mouth.
"I definitely knew he could use mind control dark magic..."
Then she turned her head and looked at me.
Was she waiting for me to give some answer?
So I answered honestly.
"It seemed he could use it."
Definitely that lukewarm energy.
That probably seemed to be the dark magic that turned opponents into puppets.
It wasn't just a feeling but something I actually detected.
However, even though I told her honestly, Revarsen made an even more bewildered expression.
"He could... use it?"
"Yes. I felt the magic taking effect."
"......"
"Why?"
"No. Doesn't it not make sense? You're saying he used dark magic?"
"I think I answered that way just before too?"
"But why didn't it work? On you."
"Because it doesn't work. On me."
Even though I explained accurately without hiding anything, Revarsen gaped.
"......No... why doesn't it work..."
Well, I didn't feel the need to explain in detail.
I just shrugged my shoulders and turned around.
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Under Revarsen's lead, we thoroughly searched this room with the altar.
But unfortunately, there wasn't really anything worth taking.
"They're terribly meticulous guys. I can't catch their tail."
Even Revarsen sighed as if frustrated.
I felt the same way.
To think there would be nothing even after searching like this.
"Let's go up first. There's nothing more to gain here."
"Right. Let's do that."
We headed toward the gravekeeper's house, following the same path we came.
But.
"Wait."
When we had almost reached the exit.
I sensed an extremely large number of presences and stopped Revarsen.
She tilted her head.
"What's wrong?"
"There's someone outside. The number isn't small."
"Outside? Don't tell me... is it a demon army?"
I thought it might be that too and heightened my senses.
But it didn't seem to be that.
I didn't feel any foul smell at all.
"It's not demons."
"Then... what?"
Revarsen's expression hardened just like mine.
However, there was no way to find out here.
Eventually, we would have to go out and face them directly...
All we could do was prepare countermeasures in advance.
Because there was only one path here.
"Let's watch the situation, and if we're attacked, split up into two immediately."
"That sounds good. Let's do that. When the attack starts, I'll go to the front and draw their attention."
"I'm counting on you."
If we split into two, the pursuing enemies would also be reduced by half.
Since Revarsen would go out first, in reality, more pursuers would attach to her.
Nevertheless, I thought Revarsen would escape well.
Who was she, after all?
'If things proceed according to the story, she'll become the strongest assassin.'
Her unique skill made her very presence faint.
It was a unique skill of the Rogue class that confused the opponent's senses, making it difficult to grasp one's location.
In the original work, it was mainly used for assassination attacks - erasing one's presence, ambushing from behind, landing critical hits, and starting combat in that manner.
It could truly be said to be a skill suitable for the class called Rogue.
'I was hit by it once too.'
In Rezeta's underground prison.
'It wasn't an attack that directly threatened life, so there was the fact that the Third Eye didn't react sensitively. But still...'
Even with the Third Eye, if I paid attention to other things, it was enough to miss it.
So if used against ordinary people, it was right to see it as almost the same as disappearing in the darkness.
Even if the opponent was a quite sensitive ability user, it had an effect.
Therefore, there was no need to worry even if Revarsen went to the front and drew aggro first.
Rather, I was the one to worry about.
'Still, if I throw the spear first and somehow break through the path with my left arm...'
Wouldn't it work?
Steeling my resolve.
We slowly headed toward the exit.
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Outside, the sun had already completely disappeared, and it was in a state of being devoured by darkness.
Step.
I carefully took the first step.
Right behind me, Revarsen was stuck close.
It meant she would go out first if necessary.
I slowly assessed the situation.
Torches were shining light from outside the window.
'The number is... more than I thought?'
Besides that, I could obtain several pieces of simple information from seeing the torches.
First, as I initially felt, it didn't seem to be demons.
But beasts or monsters wouldn't be holding torches either.
'Humans... is it?'
I emerged from the hidden door and peeked outside.
It seemed they hadn't entered the interior yet.
Following my signal, Revarsen also came out of there.
Then.
A voice was heard from outside.
"Gravekeeper Montus, come outside immediately and follow the orders of the Black Iron Knight Order!"
Black Iron Knight Order?
Was their name the Black Iron Knight Order?
Revarsen also seemed to have heard that sound and reacted.
"The Black Iron guys? This is troublesome..."
"Do you know them?"
"Know them? Don't tell me you don't know the Black Iron Knight Order?"
"I don't."
I had no memory of them at all.
Saint Traval was a place that had already become ruins in the original work.
There weren't even any survivors.
So I quietly listened to her explanation.
"It's a name they got because they wear black armor. They're more famous for being merciless. They're Count Soleon's direct unit. If Count Soleon says so, they're guys who would jump even into hellfire... It looks like they came to catch the gravekeeper."
"Then isn't it unrelated to us? If they investigate just a little, they'll find out everything."
"It's not that simple, which is why I'm worried. Those guys, if they can't carry out their mission, they create crimes that don't even exist. Seeing that they're not attacking, it seems they plan to capture the gravekeeper alive, but we killed him."
Creating crimes that don't exist.
"...That's a bit troublesome."
Revarsen nodded.
"Right. It'll be useless unless someone at the level of... an Inquisitor or someone from the Seven Knight Orders appears and tells us we're innocent."
Hm?
Does the mention of Inquisitor work?
Then this is too easy?
Revarsen adjusted her shoes and continued speaking.
"Let's go with the first plan. I'll draw their attention first, so each of us will escape on our own. No problem, right?"
After thinking for a moment, I shook my head.
"No. The first plan is scrapped."
"...? Why suddenly?"
"We're breaking through head-on."
"The Black Iron Knight Order isn't that easy. And what need is there to cause unnecessary casualties? Just escaping..."
Before she could finish speaking, I walked toward the front door.
"I'm a bit acquainted with an Inquisitor."
"...What?... Just what is your identity..."
Before Revarsen's words could finish.
Crash!
The Black Iron Knight Order burst in.
"Surrender! Drop all weapons and lie down on the ground quietly!"
Clang! Clang clang clang!
Too many sword blades to count were aimed at me.
However, I wasn't tense at all.
And I shouted toward them.
"I am the holy Inquisitor of the Arlem Order, Rohan. Sheathe your swords immediately!"
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At my shout, the knights hesitated in confusion.
"Didn't he say he was an Inquisitor?"
"I heard that too."
"What, what?"
"It's a face I've never seen before?"
But they didn't lower their weapons right away.
Well, it wasn't incomprehensible.
How could they immediately believe when a strange guy popped out saying he was an Inquisitor?
It would be stranger to believe him.
Someone who heard my voice stepped forward again.
"You say you're an Inquisitor?"
I turned my head in the direction of the voice.
But... this time, a face I knew revealed itself.
A cleric with an overall sharp impression, his red hair slicked straight back.
"This is surprising. I am Jephron. I'm the Inquisitor of Oldrion, the capital of this Baltras Kingdom."
The appearance of the worst Inquisitor in history... who had pushed even Gauriel, a self-fallen angel with the highest-ranking military power in the heavens, to the brink of death.
He looked at me with a murderous gaze.
"Are you... alone?"
Now that I looked, Revarsen's figure was nowhere to be seen at some point.
It seemed she had disappeared immediately after knowing there was no need to fight.
'That's incredibly fast.'
Since it was bothersome to explain about her for no reason, I nodded.
"I'm alone."
"I see. Do you have proof by any chance?"
I took out the seal that proved my qualification as an Inquisitor from my bosom and showed it.
Kind of like a secret royal inspector.
Jephron, who confirmed it, nodded.
"The Siforeo Archdiocese. There hasn't been an Inquisitor supported from there for a while... so you're the person who took that position."
However.
Jephron's eyes, which had been examining my seal closely, gradually grew larger.
And changed to an expression of disbelief.
"Y-you received the appointment from Bishop Haint?..."
What?
He who had no particular reaction in Siforeo, wasn't he greatly flustered at the name of Bishop Haint?
But did he know Bishop Haint?
I knew of Jephron's existence, but I didn't know the fact that he had a connection with Bishop Haint.
In any case, since it was true, I affirmed.
Then.
"There was much discourtesy. Sir!"
Surprisingly, that fearsome Jephron's attitude suddenly became respectful.