Pathfinder - Chapter - 35
It had been ten days since they had left Riverton. The needle pointed endlessly north, and it was noon today when the two men broke free of the northern border of the Confederacy.
It was a speed that was possible because they were heading north unconditionally, whether there was a road or not. Of course, that took into account the fact that they were ‘duck-footed’. It would have taken about five days for a sturdy horse to ride as fast as it could along the path of the temple. Nevertheless, it was faster than a person could walk, so Kyaoran was very satisfied. If he had been more concerned with speed, he would not have traveled in this manner…
Thanks to the long walk through the border region at dusk, Garam was now standing on Delium-controlled land. Half a day to the east was the Delium principalities of Arantin, but Garam insisted on staying in the open. It was quite awkward to stay in a city that belonged to the same camp as the people he had buried under the ground a few days ago, and Garam rarely moved outside the direction the needle pointed when he originally searched for a path.
It was not the first time that Callum had seen a city in front of him and simply passed it by. In fact, Garam had not stopped in any city since leaving Riverton. It was said that he had gone ten days without a warm place to sleep or decent food.
This was no hardship for Garam, but perhaps it was a different story for Haspel. In fact, he looked rather dirty with the beard that was still growing. He seemed to be shaving, but he couldn’t seem to do it.
Certainly, shaving while lying on the street was somewhere. Compared to most men who wear urine-stained pants and look like they haven’t shaved in a hundred years, he looked very clean-cut.
Still, it would not be without its difficulties. Even if you’re used to camping, how can you compare to any space with a roof and walls? Garam also suggested that they sleep in the tent, but Haspel stubbornly refused. But Haspel stubbornly refused, saying that he would not like it if the temple did not go in with him.
It was a very noble gesture of loyalty, but Garam just smiled. Unable to say anything more when he didn’t want to, Garam just left him to do as he wished. The sturdy driver would not lie down sick just because they camped.
It would be a little inconvenient, but he would just have to assume that he liked it. But if he didn’t eat enough food, he might get weak, so Garam always took a meal, even though he didn’t have to eat it himself.
That’s why the stew berries were melting on the bonfire at the campsite. Kyan, who had been silently watching the fireworks burn the tops of the berries, suddenly looked up and saw the sky. The moon called Rotu was in full bloom again today. After gazing at the white flower and the same moon for a while, Kyaran spat out.
Haspel, who had been leaning against the soft feathers of the futon and writing something, raised her head. Callum hesitated for a moment, then continued in a matter-of-fact tone.
‘It’s that woman who was dead when I first met Haspel.
Haspel’s expression hardened as she realized what Garam was talking about. When Garam and Haspel had first met, he had been alone and alive among many dead bodies. He had two swords in his boat, and near him was the body of a well-dressed girl. The woman Garam was referring to was her.
He pursed his lips in a somber expression. Garam looked at Haspel, careful not to sound accusatory.
‘At first, so when I didn’t know that Haspel was the enforcer, I thought she was the woman Haspel was protecting. But now that I’ve thought about it, it’s not so. I’m not going to ask who she is. I don’t need to ask, it’s obvious.
The Haspel Enforcer was not as much of an article as Garam had known. It was not a lady or a lord he served, but a god. He existed as the sword of God. Garam’s conclusion stabbed into Haspel’s face as she trembled with anxiety.
‘Perhaps the girl was killed by the knights of Delium. Haspel may have killed her.’
Despite the red glow of the bonfire, Haspel’s face was as gray and muddy as an uncolored painting. Garam’s words seemed to tear him to shreds. Haspel, his lips quivering, opened his mouth hastily to block out Garam’s next words. It would be unbearable if any accusations were to flow.
‘I killed them. It is as you have guessed. As a relative of Harat’s, she was executed by an executioner in accordance with the Shaku Shaku Order.
Every word he spat out through clenched teeth was as painful as stabbing himself with a knife. Haspel didn’t stop there, he spat out his own guilt. Even if he was forgiven, the past he looked back on was the color of blood. Even memories that were once beautiful would only crumble red in the face of his sins.
‘She was a beautiful woman who had just come of age and whose beauty was the topic of conversation for several people. She was the second daughter of Count Bels, and though she was not his firstborn, she was wise enough to be considered the next head of the family. When the Count was harassed to death, the chauffeurs didn’t hesitate to round her up first and flee south.
Slowly opening his trembling fists and wiping the sweat from his palms onto the edge of his clothes, Haspel spoke with a sigh as he caught his breath for a moment.
‘That was a good article.’
For Haspel, the past was someone he could not yet see. Every time he saw his mistakes, it was as if he was meeting the most terrifying monster in the world. Garam waited patiently for him to calm his breathing.
Realizing that he was reacting too emotionally, Haspel looked at Garam with a slightly awkward expression. Seeing that he was ready to talk, Garam opened his mouth again.
Are there any surviving family members? If there are, let them …….”
No, there are none. All the relatives except the second daughter Delia and Belus died in the evening and were hijacked in the square the next day.
The next day they were hijacked in the square. And then Garam fell silent. I didn’t expect it to flow in such a dark mood. Haspel was a more sensitive person than I thought. Or maybe I’m just insensitive. Anyway, as the atmosphere was on the verge of collapse due to the topic he had just remembered, Garam felt reluctant to open his mouth again. But he hadn’t heard anything that really bothered him yet.
‘Do you still believe in Harath?”
Haspel gave a pained look at Garam’s question as it popped up. Garam was a little surprised by the unexpected response. He felt it was a contradiction that someone who had betrayed his trust in God would believe in the punishment that God would inflict.
‘I’m not sure, sir.
Although Haspel reflected on his sin, it was not clear how much of it was false and how much was true. He was aware that stabbing Harat’s relatives to death in accordance with the Pope’s orders was certainly wrong, but it was impossible to deny Harat itself.
But it was impossible to deny Harat itself, for it was a mysterious phenomenon, impossible in the realm of man. The doctrine could be denied because it was man-made, but the halat was real. It was not a fake. Haspel had actually witnessed the fall of the halat.
‘I believe that that monstrous month is really going to judge the sinners.”
Callum looked up at the moon and stared at Haspel with narrowed, open eyes. Haspel met his gaze with an uncomfortable look and stood up.
‘The bonfire is getting weaker. I’ll go get some wood.
Kyan’s gaze persistently followed behind Haspel as he disappeared into the black forest without waiting for a reply. When he is completely gone, Garam sets his chin and sighs sluggishly.
I don’t believe in God and the Pope, but I do believe in punishment. Perhaps Haspel had taken refuge in himself for fear of atoning for his sin of betraying God? Of course, I didn’t mean to accuse him of that. It was not reprehensible for a weak man to be stricken with fear and look for someone to save him.
He wasn’t going to blame him for believing in whatever meaning he could give to the mystical phenomena that occurred in this world. It was just a little disturbing.
In fact, Garam had no idea what to make of Harat. Not at first.
However, after reading a book describing who had died in successive halats with permanent residency, he had become somewhat interested, but only because most of the halats that had occurred in the last fifty years had been given only to the nobility of Delium.
Of course, this makes sense in that they are more likely to commit bad things than the commoners who have no power or authority, but it is still quite strange. What’s more, the fact that a small number of nobles from other countries who received the harat all died in Delium’s territory is quite meaningful.
According to Haspel’s words, halat is to seek out and punish those who are committing wickedness. So what exactly is the criteria for wickedness? Why are criminals such as murderers and robbers not punished with halat? What criteria are used to determine which crimes are more evil and which are less evil?
If there is a criterion, it means that there is an intelligent entity somewhere that passes halat. Maybe that lotus-shaped moon would be the answer, but that was a moot point.
The moon they called ‘Rotu’ actually had more than one or two suspicious features. The beautiful, bizarre and huge luminous body that the people of the world firmly believed to be the moon was not the moon at all, according to my steady observation.
Of course, it was not only because it did not fit the universal form of a round sphere shining with a full moon and repeating moons. Weirdly patterned moons were quite common in other dimensions as well. There were heart-shaped moons and triangular moons in some of the dimensions Kyaan had walked around in.
First of all, Lortu was not a moon outside the atmosphere. This was the reason for the strange sensation Callum had felt for the first time. This alone made it not a moon, but to add a few more things, Garam could feel a strange vibe whenever Rotu was opened.
Thanks to its shallowness, he hadn’t noticed it at first, but it was kind of creepy. It was so dark that it made him doubt the authenticity of the punishment, if indeed Tu was punishing people in Harat.
Garam’s hypothesis was that Harat might be a natural phenomenon that had nothing to do with Lotu. The people who died may have just been sick. That’s why I wanted Haspel not to be overconfident about Harat. But it seemed that he had started too early.
Callum raised his head as he tossed the last remaining branch into the fire. He suddenly felt the presence of a person. It was not Haspel. He didn’t walk around making loud noises like this. Just as Callum wondered if it was an animal, the grass in front of him shook, and someone suddenly jumped out.
The moment they checked each other, the temple and the person in the bushes squealed simultaneously. It was an acquaintance.
‘Callum, isn’t it?
It was the man, whose name I hadn’t forgotten, who greeted me first. Garam, who was sure they were acquainted, but couldn’t remember his name, gave him a vaguely pleased look, and a small shadow ran quickly behind him and hugged him tightly.
‘Ah, Jelen. Let’s start with a greeting.’
Suddenly embracing the warmth of the body in his pocket, Garam realized later that it was a boy. The man looked over the child’s shoulder and couldn’t help but smile. As the little girl and the anxious looking man and woman approached his side, Kalam also remembered the man’s name.
‘You must be Gohan.
It was one of the people he had met on his way out of the tent to get his pass. He remembered smelling the stingy driver’s food and handing out all kinds of food to the languishing children. I don’t remember the details, but I think he said he was going to Liberton, but I wondered why he was in Delium.
‘I never thought I’d see you here. I’m really glad to see you. May I borrow your fire for a moment?”
Callum graciously offered Kohan a seat in the fire district. I don’t know what happened, but the five of us looked terrible. They must have been washed for a while, because they could smell it as they approached. In addition, the two men and two women who appeared to be part of Kohan’s party looked very hungry. Kohan and his son and daughter also looked hungry, but this man and woman looked truly awful.
‘At any rate, please eat this.
They looked so pitiful that Garam ended up offering them some of the stew berries that he had been boiling for Haspel. He took some more berries out of his bag and placed them on the fire. He thought that the berries that were ripe now were not quite enough.
‘You’ve always been so generous with your food. I apologize.
Kohan accepted the berries that Callum offered and nodded, as if he was ashamed. Callum smiled as he pulled out a piece of bread to eat with the stew berries.
‘Not at all,’ he said.
‘Actually, it’s hard to say no to a mouthful of food when you can’t eat it for days. You have to understand the shamelessness.’
As Kohan accepted the bread, the two people sitting next to him and the children bowed their heads.
‘Thank you very much.
I really like you, sister. ….”
Garam ended up laughing at Jeren’s words as his eyes lit up. Seeing his plump cheeks slender and thin, it seemed that the words ‘starved for a few days’ were not a lie. Jeren sucked on the bread without breathing. Ellen looked relatively quiet, but not much had changed.
‘Did you use it in the wrong way?”
How in the world did he get into this mess? The man and woman who had been eating the bread froze as Garam asked the question curiously. The man and the woman who had been eating the bread froze when Garam asked the question, and Garam began to wonder about their identities, as if he was afraid to look away from them even for a moment. They were busy avoiding Garam’s gaze, as if their feelings were reflected in their expressions. After a moment of silence, Gohan finally answered.
‘I can’t lie to you when you’ve done me a favor. They are Lyle Paremsia and Piolin Paremsia.’
‘Are they noblemen?’
‘Yes . They are the nephews of Solain-Palencia, who recently received Harat.’
Callum fell silent. Was he a relative of the sinners who had received Harat? It seemed that the reason they were dressed like this was to avoid the enforcers’ pursuit. Garam looked at them anxiously as they looked away, the dried scars on their skin suggesting that they had been through a lot.
At first he didn’t recognize them because they were so dirty, but on closer inspection he saw that they were children who had just come of age. Not bad enough to commit a mortal sin. A quick read through his mind revealed nothing but fear and dread of the executioner. Garam’s silence seemed ominous, and the two men grabbed the bread they had been eating and carefully swung their hips around. The idea was to run away at once if it came to it.
‘The stew fruit is boiling. Each of you should eat one.
When Callum shared one of the berries with them, they finally looked relieved. One of them was so relieved that the bread he was eating got stuck in his throat and he began to cough.
‘ Piolin shouted the name loudly with a puzzled look on his face. She asked Garam for water with a look of tears on her face, and he couldn’t help but hand her a bottle of mineral water that was sitting next to him.
Garam, who knew what was wrong when she rubbed her smooth body with fearful hand gestures, reached out to open the bottle, but Piolin was quicker. She poked a hole in the side of the bottle and gave Lyle a quick drink of water.
‘That’s a strange fruit.
Gokhan, who was watching from the side, glanced over and said something. You can’t see it in wood, metal, or leather, and when you dent it with your hand, you can’t even see it as a stone if it dents or opens. So he thought it was a kind of fruit with water inside. Garam laughed lightly at this amusing illusion.
‘It’s not really a fruit, but…’. …How did you meet these people? It seems you were not going to Delium.
With that, Garam took out another bottle of mineral water, opened the lid and drank it. When Piolin saw him, he looked shocked as if he had been hit by one. Laughing heartily at the stunned look, Kalam handed out a bottle of mineral water to each of the others.
‘Yes, that’s right. At first I was going to sell oats in Liberton. But when we arrived, the price of oats in Liberton dropped too much. When I arrived, however, I found that the price of oats in Liberton was too low, and I was told that the price would be better if I went across the border to Delium, so I decided to go to Eells.
Kohan, who had received the mineral water and was fiddling with it curiously, nodded and replied.
‘It’s a city northeast of Belus. It’s the one closest to Delium.
‘And Paremsia is near there?
Garam, who remembered the last name of the two Paremsia, asked. Paremsiara. It’s a pretty familiar name. Where did you hear it?
‘Palencia is a land where you have to go far north from Delium. It’s a cold and desolate place even in Delium. I met the two of them just as they were coming out of selling oats in Ayres. They had been running away from Palencia, but when they found out I was a trader from Yatalca and asked for food, they took pity on me and helped me. But the hounds caught sight of him. After that, I joined them and ran away with them.”
‘What is the connection between the merchants of Yatalka?”
‘The Yatalka don’t persecute even Harat’s in-laws like the Delium do. In fact, many of them don’t even believe in Harat. They’re scared, but that’s all. Some people think that if they don’t get lucky, they’ll just fall for it. In the first place, the Jatarkha do not believe in such unconfirmed superstitions. Man’s work is man’s work. This is the philosophy of the Yatharka people. Therefore, Yatharka people will help even the relatives of those who have been attacked by Harat because they feel sorry for them. If they don’t help you, at least they don’t attack you.
He said this with a big smile on his face. Meanwhile, Lyle, who had succeeded in swallowing the bread, said in a faint voice
‘I’m really sorry that you lost your car and your luggage because of us. If we succeed in leaving Delium, we will definitely repay you for this work later.’
‘No, you won’t. He said that Yatalka’s humanity wasn’t that thin-skinned. My wife is a little ripped off because she lost everything I told her to buy, but if she sees the two of you, she’ll say you did well. If you go to our village and live in hiding, they won’t be able to trace you that far, so let me think about how to eat in the future.
The two men’s eyes turned red at Old Sweat’s words. Gohan, who had been tapping them on the shoulder, suddenly opened his mouth to say that it was fortunate.
‘Even so, thanks to the sudden appearance of a witch in Liberton and all the hounds gathering, it’s relatively easy to hide and walk around these days. You said she wasn’t a witch but actually a saint? I heard that’s all the rage in Liberton, but I’m curious. I’ve also heard that the ‘Iron-Blooded Knight’ Lexion was taken prisoner as well. Speaking of which, where is Callum coming from? Did you hear this news? Tell me if you know anything about it.
Garam only scratched his cheek at Gao Han’s words. He took this gesture to mean that he did not know anything, and immediately laughed lightly, scooped up the stew fruit, and began to eat it. At that moment, I felt a familiar presence coming from one side of the room. Haspel, who had gone to pick up some wood, had returned. Since he was an unobservant person to begin with, the others only spotted him after he had taken a few steps from the bushes.
Approaching by the campfire without a second thought, Haspel was a little put off by the increase in personnel. However, he quickly checked his old sweat, sensed the situation, and approached the fire. He couldn’t see Haspel’s face very well because of the firewood, but Gokhan smiled when he saw the color of her head. ‘I was wondering where your brother had gone to do some wood.
‘I’m glad you were here while I was out of the office.”
Haspel blurted out as she left the tree in the burga. Kohan replaced his answer with a laugh and introduced Haspel as Garam’s brother to Lyle and Piolin, whom he had never met before. Suddenly the stranger appeared, and the two nervous men nodded at his explanation.
But the moment Haspel put down the firewood and sat down, Piolin let out a short scream when he saw his face. Lyle’s face was also horribly frozen. They both froze instantly and looked at Haspel, trembling. The man’s face, which they had not yet been able to see because he had his back turned, was now one of the people they least wanted to see.
Knight of the Dawn
The unbelievable reality was like a nightmare for Lyle and Piolin. In despair and fear, they did not try to escape, but stared in horror at the looming future. After a while, however, Haspel did not draw his sword or glare at them with a terrified expression. He just smiled a little and threw a branch into the fading bonfire.
No way, right?
For a very brief moment, the same thought crossed both of their minds, but the assumption was strongly denied. They had known him since he was a trained engineer in Palencia. Haspel had been a promising article since childhood, and there was no one in Palencia who did not know his face. There was a time when he had been proud to be a Palencia-trained engineer, but now it was just a nightmare he didn’t want to meet.
‘I’m not an enforcer, sir.
Both men looked incredulous at Haspel’s bland words. Callum finally realized the situation and clicked his tongue briefly. He pretended to remain calm, but he found Haspel’s cheeks cramping thinly.
At Piolin’s suspicious words, Haspel began to scoop the stew berries instead of replying. When he seemed to have no intention of drawing his sword, the two of them slowly dispelled their fears. But that didn’t mean they were off their guard. Piolin had his hips pulled out far enough so that he could run away at any moment, and Lyle had his hand on the hilt of his sword so that he could pull it out at any moment. Lyle was in a position with his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to pull out at any moment. He calculated that he was only good enough to catch Haspel’s blade, but at least he could buy Piolin time to escape.
‘You’re right, sir. He is no longer a knight of Delium. And actually, he’s not my brother either. Well, let’s just say he’s accompanying me for now.’
It was Bitterness who was surprised by Callum’s words. He turned his gaze from one to the other of the two men, who bore a striking resemblance. He looked like he wanted to ask them something, but they seemed to think it was not a topic worth bringing up in the tense atmosphere, and chose to keep quiet.
And I do not believe in Harrad either.
Piolin’s eyes opened wide when Callum added that. She suddenly posed a question to Garam.
Are you sure? Do you really not believe?
‘Yes, I don’t believe it.’
With tears in her eyes, Piotrin clasped her hands together. In fact, these were the words that echoed over and over in his mind. At the same time, they were the words she always wanted to hear from someone else. She confessed in a trembling voice.
Uncle Sorrain did not do evil.
She said it strongly, as if it were etched into her breath word by word, and then repeated it again for emphasis.
Uncle never did anything wicked.
No one spoke up. Piolin eventually let the tears that had been floating down her cheeks and began to cry violently.
‘Uncle is not a bad person. He didn’t do any evil deeds. He did not do any kind of work that would earn him harat. He said he didn’t do it. I didn’t do it!
Haspel’s strong clenched fist was bleeding as she screamed. It was a story he had heard more times than he could count. At the moment of absolution, the dying sinner screamed and denied his sins. At the time, he had laughed through his nose, but now it was so painful that he would rather have been struck by lightning.
That’s right. My thoughts are the same.
‘So do I.'”
Callum’s voice carried him over to Gokhan’s words. Piolin sobbed for a while . She even had to hold back her crying to conserve her strength. But the moment he saw Haspel, all his sorrow exploded.
Garam could feel Piolin’s grief. Lyle clenched his fist and nodded. The two children who had been eating the food also paled under their breath. Kohan sighed with a pained look on his face.
‘The knight of the dawn you knew died in the process of punishing Bels-Yong’e. Now I’m just a prosecutor with a foolish past. I would like to apologize on behalf of the knights of Delium who are repeating the stupidity of my past.”
Having said this, Haspel knelt before Piolin. Piolin saw him vaguely. In the past, a past that seemed so distant that he wondered if he was dreaming, he had seen the knight of Delium kneeling like this.
It was the reverence shown to the Lords of the Holy Palencia and their kin. However, after the halat was handed down to my uncle, I knew that I would never receive such an example again. Piolin stared at him, stunned by the memory of his past glory, the misery of the present, and the mixed emotions he felt towards Haspel. Lyle’s cheeks were streaked with tears that he could not hold back.
After they had cried for a while, the atmosphere became more subdued. In the silence, where no one spoke, only the sparks from the bonfire made a noise. The two children had long since fallen asleep wrapped in duck feathers, probably because they had taken shelter in a safe place for the first time in a long time. The futon and cushions were happy to hold the little humans.
‘Please cover me.
Compared to the lower regions of Yatalka and Liberton, the nights in Delium were cold. It was a wonder the people, who seemed to have no bedding, hadn’t caught a cold yet. When Callum handed them the blankets, they could not hide their confusion. They had never seen leather like this before.
‘What kind of skin is this, ……?
Gokhan asked Garam with a surprised expression. This was the first time he had seen such a skin, even though he had been walking around and coming into contact with many different things. It was as light as a textile, but the hairs were so finely pierced that the skin was obvious. The hairs were double-sided.
What Kohan had mistaken for leather was, of all things, a microfiber blanket. Unable to understand Callum’s words, Gohan asked back with a strange expression.
‘Ultrafine ……? I’ve never heard of such a skin before. What kind of animal skin is it?
Garam tried to explain that it was not a skin, but decided to make it sound like a long conversation. Wondering what kind of animal the ultra-fine thread was made from, Garam quickly and lightly replied, “I don’t know.
‘It’s a dragon.’
‘You must be joking.’
Kohan rolled his eyes in astonishment . Piolin and Lyle looked equally appalled. Callum shrugged his shoulders with a big grin and got up from his seat to hand out blankets to the others. The ultra-fine yarn is made from a blend of nylon and polyester, and the nylon comes from oil, and the oil is made from dinosaurs, so it’s not a wrong word, since it was originally made from dragons.
When the answer is so outrageous, it’s hard to say anything else. Without saying a word, Gohan and the two men took the futon and fiddled with it.
After handing out one of the dragon-made comforters to each of them, Kyaran ducked under the feathers of the cushion. Then he sank into the soft duck feathers and fell asleep. Kohan and Piolin also wrapped themselves in the feathers of the bedding and fell asleep. The only ones who didn’t sleep were Lyle and Haspel.
Lyle guarded the fire, still looking at Haspel with a wary attitude, while Haspel took it upon herself to be the sleepless watchman. In fact, the sleepless guard didn’t need to stand, as he had already laid down his spell, but he didn’t want to point it out, so Garam was silent.
Contrary to Garam’s expectation that some kind of dialogue would take place, the two did not say anything until dawn. The next day, when they said goodbye, they remained silent. After their brief encounter, they received Garam’s travel goods and left for the south, while Garam started walking north again.
And Haspel did not open her mouth for a long time.
After leaving Gokhan, Haspel seemed to be depressed for several days. It was clear that Palencia’s two siblings had brought back some less than pleasant memories for him. Callum had called out to him, but he had only answered briefly and rarely opened his mouth first.
It had been a long time since he had asked such a question, and Callum wanted to answer him gently, but the question was more important.
Can you, by any chance, bring a dead person back to life?
Cushion, who was walking briskly, stopped abruptly. The cushion that had been walking briskly came to a halt as Kyaran yanked hard on the reins. The futon that had been walking next to it stopped as well. Suddenly the atmosphere took an unusual turn, and the ducks exchanged suspicious glances. A soft feather, shaking slightly, tickled Garam and Haspel’s legs.
After a short silence, Garam asked back gloomily. He had thought he might be asked such a question at some point, but the shock of actually experiencing it was stronger than he had expected. His question brought to mind one of the worst mistakes Callum had ever made. Feeling helpless and down, Garam couldn’t even muster the will to make it right.
I just ……..”
Confused by Garam’s gloomy mood, Haspel, who had been stammering, closed his mouth. He hadn’t felt intimidated in a long time. It was the most intimidating feeling he had felt in a long time. It was as if he was standing in front of a black hole with no end in sight, and it made Haspel cringe.
Callum said lowly. Haspel didn’t think he should say it, but even if he didn’t, Garam already had the look of someone who knew all his true intentions. He finally confessed in a muffled voice.
‘I would like to apologize to the Harat criminals I killed by letting them live.”
The words were well expected. Kyan, who had been staring at him, spat them out.
Haspel couldn’t help but feel a chill at the frosty words. He realized he’d said something stupid and scared at the same time. As he froze, unable to say anything, Callum’s sharp words fell to comfort him.
‘Let me tell you, if you want to be forgiven and relieved after bringing them back to life, it’s just a cheap evasion. There is no reason to help them to pay for your mistakes, nor do I want to.
I don’t want to get comfortable!
Haspel defended himself shakily.
I just want to correct the tragedy that my stupidity has caused.
‘You want to right the wrongs of your own stupidity, don’t you?”
Garam and Haspel said at the same time. He twitched and kept his mouth shut. Callum sighed tiredly with a bitter look on his face.
What were those words you said you wanted to atone for? Did you want to pray to me to cover up your mistakes? Is that your formula?”
Haspel pursed his lips, blood oozing from them. Garam, realizing that he had him cornered, said in a slightly slack tone, “I don’t know.
‘We are looking for things we can do on our own. Help as much as you can, and live a good life. It would be good to have an ally who can help us by going after Palencia’s siblings.”
In spite of Garam’s soft words, Haspel still looked frightened. His eyes, filled with embarrassment, fear, and a bit of heartlessness, flickered with confusion. It was a look that Garam knew well. It was a look he had made himself at one time. His thoughts were not as harsh as they should have been. He just didn’t know. Just like Callum himself didn’t know.
At one time I too wanted to bring a dead man back to life.
Garam said with a sigh, brushing the hair from the cushion. Haspel listened breathlessly as Garam spoke of his past, something she rarely heard.
‘It happens very often to people like me. The person I loved died before me, and I regretted it, felt sad, wanted revenge, etc. The reasons were very diverse. And I was fully capable of doing it.”
‘So that’s why I did it.’
Garam stared insistently through the hairs on the cushion with an expression that wanted to disappear.
There are two ways to help someone with the Path.
Generally speaking, the wishes you wish for in Path are built on the idea of Pathfinder. That is why it is possible to materialize the person as remembered by Pathfinder. To take Haspel as an example, the outline of Haspel as Garam remembers it is a lump of meat moving with the character Garam knows it has. As a matter of course, his form, which Garam did not know, disappears completely. This was a disadvantage.
The second was to build and imbue a body after invoking a soul that was either still in the dimension or already from the other world. This is the form of resurrection most people think of. It is a more perfect resurrection than the first method.
However, the second method had very serious side effects. Bringing the soul out of the afterlife is like opening a gate that only works in one direction by folding it in the opposite direction. The first time or two the gate will open properly, but in the process of repetition, the hinges will be overloaded and eventually break down completely.
The name of that hinge is death.
Callum had once completely ruined an Issei’s death in such a manner. Despite his near-omnipotent powers, Garam was not truly omnipotent. He didn’t know how the world was made, and he didn’t know how beings like himself came to be.
Kalam only walked around the world as it was created. Therefore, when the rules of the world itself were broken, there was nothing Garam could do. As such, after Kalam created a chaotic world where all the dead people came back to life and the living people sometimes died and lived, he ran away without a trace.
‘It’s a very amazing thing to bring people back to life. It’s something that’s never going to happen. So if you do something wrong, it can be that much more serious. And no one can stand that situation.”
Garam said bitterly, thinking of that desperate feeling of trying desperately to contain, but not knowing what to do. Haspel was dejected, and she smiled deliberately.
‘So be thankful for your current situation and live a good life. Live a good life and be grateful for your current situation, while helping those who are in a terrible position. Even so, you can gain a lot of peace of mind. In fact, a mistake is a mistake, and a dead person is a dead person, so isn’t it best to reflect on the rest of your life while focusing on the living?
Haspel nodded with a serious face. He was full of the will to be the most dedicated servant in the world right now. Callum deliberately made a joke to keep him from getting overly excited.
‘Haspel is a living person as well, you should try to focus on taking care of yourself as well.
He didn’t know why, but Haspel seemed to be very touched by his words. His gaze bothered Garam, who coughed and paced the cushion. However, he had to turn around when he heard a rustling sound from behind him. He was stunned.
What Callum saw was Haspel writing something in her notebook with the pen he had given her. Under the circumstances, it was clear that he had recorded the conversation so far. It would probably be used in the Bible he would write in the future. There was nothing to worry about, since he seemed to have adjusted the levels appropriately, but he couldn’t help but sigh.
“Follow me when you finish writing.
Lamenting how he had gotten himself into this mess, Garam turned and began walking again. He understood that Haspel’s attitude was due to the fact that he was a religious man, but it was still embarrassing.
He was the luckiest man in the world, and he was doing such a thing, and it was hard to stop him. In the event you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site.
Then Haspel, with a more relaxed face, often brought out the seeds of conversation. Some of the stories were about his training in Palencia, which was not much, but it was a great development for a man who had always felt guilty about his past to talk about such things.
‘It’s a darker city than I thought.
This was Garam’s impression as they left Liberton and walked north for twenty-five days, coming face to face with Delium. Just as she had said, under the cloudy sky and covered with clouds of water, the atmosphere of Delium was so gloomy that the term ‘sacred city’ would have lost its appeal.
But when I first came here, I thought it was a mystical place.
Haspel said quietly. The two of them were now hiding in the woods around the Delium Canal. According to Gokhan, the rumors were spreading faster than he had expected. If his appearance and clothes were known, there might be people who could recognize him. For this reason, he had to avoid the Derium’s soldiers as much as possible.
‘When you think about it, everything looks good. Anyway, it’s a humid and slightly awkward place. Why is it so humid when it’s inland with no ocean?
‘It’s because there’s a big lake just to the north. It’s the solution to the city’s drinking water.”
Garam’s brow wrinkled as he looked at the needle on the back of his hand that indicated the inside of Delium. ‘We’ll have to go inside the Delium anyway, that’s for sure. Since there was still the danger of being discovered in the clearing, Garam decided to spend some time in the forest. Even if rumors did not spread about him, Haspel’s face would be quite well known.
In the nearby forest, a short distance from the government road, Garam and Haspel waited for night to fall. When the sun finally set, they magically disappeared and flew away from the city walls, successfully seeping into the city of Delium. If he continued to mingle with the passersby, there was very little danger of being discovered.
Delium was a much more ordinary city than he had expected. Except for the fact that the number of security forces patrolling the city was about three times that of other cities, it was no different from any other city.
Looking around with a little disappointment, Kyan suddenly smelled something delicious and walked over to a nearby signboard stand. It was an iron cart with a long brazier on which meat and crops were simply cooked or roasted for sale. The cheeks of the people we saw were already flushed, as if they were selling alcohol as well.
Unlike a tavern, there was little risk of being observed in such a place. People passing by behind us would disperse our attention. The fact that most of the people eating were drunk also helped to put Garam’s mind at ease. Kalam ordered two grilled birds with condiments for the dizzyingly busy trader.
Contrary to Callum’s belief that she would not be discovered, there was someone who had been watching her suspiciously from the time she approached the street corner. He was a patrolman with a keen sense of intuition and was watching her carefully when he noticed that at first glance, Garam’s physiognomy and clothing resembled the witch of Riverton that his colleague had told him about.
‘What’s the matter?’
A colleague who was passing by approached him with a suspicious look on his face as he stood there absently staring at one spot. Without taking his eyes off Callum, he replied.
‘That woman. She and that witch seem to have the same physiognomy and clothing.
‘The witch? You mean that witch in Liberton?”
My colleague looked at Garam with a surprised face. Indeed, the physiognomy and the garments were similar. While the two were pondering, one of the stray cats cried pitifully as it rubbed its body against Garam’s leg. Garam took pity on the cat and picked up the bird it had been eating, tore off a small piece of meat with one hand, and offered it to the cat.
The cat, which had been quiet until that moment, revealed its true nature when the two soldiers’ thoughts turned suspicious. The cat fished the poultry out of Garam’s hand like an arrow. But it was not the piece of meat that Karam had torn off, but the whole roast that he held in his other hand. In a moment, Callum, who had a dumbfounded look on his face at the insufficient hand, stared at the cat, who was stunned and moved away.
‘I guess not.”
‘Yes, it does. I guess not. Such an amazing witch couldn’t be like that.’
The added suspicion of the soldiers who had been leaning towards the suspicious ship quickly returned to its original position. Despite witnessing the theft of the cat, the two men turned a blind eye and began patrolling the area. And Callum, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched, placed another order with wild abandon, much to the delight of the shopkeeper.
‘The Iron-Blooded Knight Lexion has escaped from Liberton,’ and ‘.
Garam turned his head at the familiar name. The master of the voice had grabbed the bird’s body and dusted it with his teeth. The man who seemed to be accompanying him chuckled and replied.
‘You’re late with your rumors. I’ve already heard it a week ago.”
The man clicked his tongue briefly as he quickly rubbed the new oil glistening around his mouth. Perhaps offended, he fell silent, and instead the man in front of him rambled on about some nonsense. It was a pathetic story about women and alcohol.
Despite the mention of Lexion’s name, Haspel seemed surprisingly unconcerned. Delirium was a place that meant a lot to him in many ways, but he didn’t seem to have anything on his mind. He just ate the poultry naturally and asked Garam a question.
Where are you going now?
Callum looked at Haspel with a strange gaze as he sipped his meat. How much of it did he shake off? Unimpressed, Callum stared at the building the needle pointed to.
Behind the short building was a huge castle that boasted a majestic appearance. The heart of Derium, decorated with gold and silver and emanating a dazzling glamour despite the cloudy sky.
‘Yes, it is.
When Haspel saw where Garam’s gaze was going, she nodded nonchalantly without any sign of surprise. He knew that he had misunderstood something, but he was at a loss as to whether he should correct it.
Delium, Yatalka, and Liberton….
He was in a situation where he was intruding into a control structure where three forces were maintaining a balance. It was hard to get out of the way now. If Garam suddenly pulled out now, Derium would use his name as a weapon and fight to eat Liberton, and it was clear that the result would not be pretty. Garam did not want such an outcome.
Then, like it or not, he had to go with the flow that was pushing him. Things had already started and he was about to turn away, but Garam also had his suspicions about Delium. And since the pass was in front of the Great God, he couldn’t help but feel that this was something like fate.
He had planned to leave the city quietly in search of the pass until he entered Delium, but his thoughts were scattered when he saw the needle heading towards the Great Shrine. If he was this aggressive, he would be motivated to do what he wanted.
I’ve been avoiding it for so long, but now I have to decide. ‘I couldn’t abandon the Liberton. That said, I don’t like the idea of erasing myself from everyone’s mind.
Garam clicked his tongue as he looked at Haspel in front of him. This man was a large part of the reason why he had come to dislike the idea of erasing his memory. As much as he hated to admit it, he had already fallen in love with him. I couldn’t just walk away and pretend I didn’t know him.
When two options are eliminated, there is only one left.
‘What is the name of the Pope?”
Haspel scowled, to which Garam nodded and declared.
‘Let’s meet the man, just in case.”
Haspel, in a panic, somehow left the judging stand and followed the distant walking Kyaran to ask him a counter-question. ‘Naturally, it’s not really easy to meet someone who controls a huge northern region. If it was Garam, the ‘Witch of Riverton’, a normal audience would be impossible.
But to Garam, such things meant nothing, and there was nothing more difficult than what Garam had set his mind to.
‘Why are you surprised? Weren’t you expecting this? Hmm, have you seen the Pope? Seems easy enough to take the elevator.’
Unfortunately Haspel shook her head. This was because, although he was a renowned executioner, he did not hold a high enough position to see the Pope up close. External affairs were mainly handled by the high priests, called elders, and only they could see the Pope.
At the Haspel Pass, it was decided what would happen to Delium from now on.
‘Hmm, so it can’t be helped.
Even though Haspel didn’t know the Pope, there were many ways to go about it, but Garam decided to make things somewhat flashier this time. Having already decided to change the power structure, there was no need to hold back.
He wanted to make a point, but he also didn’t like the idea of hunting down innocent people for being witches. I want to spend some time in the woods for no reason at all, since I’m so outspoken anyway.
‘You know what I’m going to do now, don’t you?”
Garam suddenly questioned as he walked along, clucking lightly.
I will only obey.
Haspel answered silently, and Garam clicked his tongue briefly. You mean to say that what was at one time the basis of your life, may today be erased from your life, but that you will only look at yourself? Certainly, it is not too late, as the old feelings are long gone.
The Great Temple stood majestically at the end of a wide road that ran through the city. Callum walked down the middle of the road without a hint of reservation. Some of the passersby threw suspicious glances as he passed, but no one persisted as Callum strutted swiftly after him.
The entrance to Daishinden was heavily guarded by armed knights, as it was the place where the most important people in the north stayed. As I walked to the main gate, which was tightly closed, I was met with sharp glances from all sides. I could hear a murmur as some of them noticed Haspel. It was night, but not so dark that his face was obscured by the surrounding torches.
‘Well, let’s get started.
Garam said, and with an agile movement he climbed onto the back of the cushion. He wanted to be able to look down on the Pope when he appeared later. Callum did not intend to visit the Pope. Rather, she intended to summon the Pope. After making sure Haspel got onto the back of the futon in confusion, the temple decided to start before the murmurs spread.
Haspel, who had guessed that he was going to ride a duck into the temple, was so startled the next moment that he forgot where his face was. Perhaps the articles in the vicinity were even less surprised than that. Their souls were completely drained by the suddenness of the situation.
A strong gust of wind blew around the temple, and the sky cracked with a heroic sound. It was as if the night sky had been destroyed to reveal the day sky. The sharp, bright sky shone brightly on the ground. The place where a ray of light shone was the place where the temple stood.
The pure white feathers of the ducks reflected the light and shone faintly. Along with it, the temple, surrounded by a flock of lights, looked like it could only be described as ‘holy’. Haspel, who was standing next to me, was also bathed in the light, and I was proud of my solitary appearance.
If this is where it ends, it’s boring. Callum muttered in his mind, and after making sure that the knight and the people on the street were sufficiently upset, he looked up at the sky. This was probably a conscious act. Those who had been paying attention to Callum turned their gaze to the sky with him.
‘All Imported Deafest.
An eloquent voice called out the pope’s name through the torn night sky. All of Delium’s urbanites ran out of their homes to watch this amazing situation. Some were trembling, some had already hit their heads on the ground and were crying. Even the knights, instead of grabbing the temple, were standing there with stupid faces.
The Great Temple was quiet, despite the uproar of voices on all sides. It is impossible not to hear this sound, which is so huge that it can be heard in neighboring cities. Does that mean it’s bearable? Curiously, Callum made as if the heavens were calling out to the Pope again. This time with a little more anger.
‘All pop-difficult to be enlightened.
The bellowing thunder and the flames spreading across the sky are incidental effects. I see, to this extent, I could feel the commotion spreading even within the Great Temple.
‘If Orbaip-Difst does not tell his sins, today will be the day of Delium’s destruction.
I hadn’t meant to be so horrible, but Garam gave me a suitably emphatic response. A few moments later, a group of devastated-looking old men hesitantly stepped out of the temple. They seemed to want to spare their bodies, and after a struggle between the hungry, they offered someone to him. The old man walked up to the temple, trembling, and confessed in a trembling voice, lying flat on the floor.
I am the All-Important Dehuist.
The old man in front of me was so shabbily dressed that it was hard to believe he was that pope. His wrists, wrinkled like old wood, show through the fine cloth. There was no sense of dignity or authority in his barefooted, slumped figure on the street. However, after looking through his head for a moment, he was indeed the Pope.
Indeed, considering how much Haspel had reacted to the healing power Garam had shown him, it was not surprising that the Pope now displayed the same attitude. A religious person who is vulnerable to miracles. Moreover, who would not be terrified when the sky suddenly cracked and thunder was calling his name? If there’s a sting, they’ll fix it.
‘Tell me your sins.
Looking through her mind, Kyaan knew the whole situation, but she deliberately made His Holiness confess his sins. His Holiness looked up at Kya-ran with wide open eyes and then gave up. His Holiness looked up at the temple with wide open eyes and a look of resignation on his face. Large tears were already streaming down his wrinkled cheeks.
I made a contract with a sealed demon and used its power for my personal gain.
There was a shocked silence at the Pope’s confession. It was a perfect silence, not even a murmur. A few people asked back with expressions of disbelief on their faces. but most were in a state of astonishment. In the article, some people mumbled ‘dream’ while trying to escape from reality. The Pope’s words were such a shock.
‘Keep telling me.
His Holiness closed his eyes as the sky echoed. His face, a mixture of despair, fear, and regret, trembled with a terrible sense of pressure. He had been so nonchalant when Garam had performed the miracle far away in Liberton, but now that something unreal was happening in front of him, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
The truth that came out of the Pope’s mouth caused the people of Delium to collectively flee reality. At the same time, it put to rest all the suspicions that Garam had been harboring.
Halat was not a punishment for wickedness, as Garam had expected. It was a demonic power that the Pope used to eliminate those who were against the interests of Delium or against his political interests. The Pope opened the door where the demon was sealed and drew out its power and used it.
That door was the predictable moon that the sippy people called Rotu. Actually, it wasn’t even really a moon. In summary, the Delium cult was an entity that had been killing people to strengthen the position of Delium, using the monsters sealed in Lotu in one way or another. Garam felt trivialized by the truth that had come so easily to him, but he didn’t show it, looking down at the Pope and asking a question.
‘What is the means?
The Pope, who had spoken the truth one after the other, this time stopped talking, lost in thought. Looking around surreptitiously, Callum realized that the citizens were panicking over the untenable truth and decided to leave for now. This was enough to destroy the delirium anyway. Now that the trust has been broken, it’s only a matter of time before it crumbles.
Let’s go inside for now.
The moment Callum said this, the broken sky reattached itself and the light that had been hovering near him disappeared. Past the ragged-eyed, confused knight, Garam led the way into the temple. Now was the time to find the path. There was no one to stop him as he wandered around the temple on his own.
The Great Temple was far more ornate inside. However, it was so in-your-face that it was lined on all sides with sobbing and shocked priests. No one could point out the duck footprints, even though the cushions’ dirt-covered feet had left them. It was as if they hadn’t recognized it from the start. As Callum walked around the temple, Haspel, the Pope, and the elders followed behind him one by one.
Inward, further inward. Garam stopped in front of a huge gate with an unusual looking air flowing through it. The needle shortened badly and gradually glowed golden. It seemed certain that the path was probably inside this door. Garam whispered secretly to Haspel around here.
‘Did you like it just now?”
Garam shrugged at Haspel’s dumb answer. His Bible writing hadn’t been going well lately, and he’d gone to a lot of trouble to give him some material, but the response hadn’t been good. At first, I was just embarrassed about the Bible, but now that I have decided to commit it anyway, I think it would be better if it was made in a nice way.
The moment Haspel, who later understood Garam’s words, gave him a look of dismay, Garam finally got off his duck and opened the door. The pope and the elders have given up completely and are just watching what Karam does. Maybe they are ready to give up their lives. If you only look at their expressions, they look like dead people. The fact that they were old made it even more so.
Inside the gate, there was a red altar surrounded by black skeletons. The walls of the room were carved with arcane patterns in shadows, but the space did not look like something you would find in a great sacred temple. Path shone on the red altar.
Approaching the altar and absorbing the path, Callum looked back at the gloomy-looking priests. He got the feeling that the place was gradually emptying out as he walked inside, but there was no one near this room. Perhaps this was the most secluded part of the temple where only elders and above could enter and leave.
‘You are very much more straightforward than I thought.
No matter how dramatic the staging, it’s normal to deny or fumble and struggle to the end. I couldn’t have imagined that she would tell the truth so easily and show such a submissive attitude. His meekness was not so bad, so Garam decided to listen to him.
‘I thought this might happen one day.
One of the elders suddenly opened his mouth. He was the youngest and wisest looking of the old ones. When Callum took a different view, he continued his words matter-of-factly.
“I already had a premonition from the moment I heard the news that 20,000 troops were defeated so vainly,” he said.
‘Hmm, well, I’d like to take some time to reflect on it, and ask you about some means of dealing with it. There are still some unresolved issues, aren’t there?”
He nodded, his lips quivering in response to Callum’s curt words.
The means by which the monsters sealed in Lotu were moved according to the Pope’s private interests. Callum was curious about that. ‘I knew roughly what it meant when I came to this place, but it would be better to listen carefully,’ he said.
‘The black skulls on the altar are the greatest wizards in history. The ninety-nine skulls surrounding the altar absorb all the magical power in the world, trapping the monsters so that they cannot leave Rotu.
Callum took up the black skull as he spoke. –Is this the reason there was no magic in this world? Haspel’s response was that he had heard it in an old story. Callum narrowed his eyes as he looked around and read the spreading formation. The camp was not made for ninety-nine skulls.
‘It looks like you need a hundred of them. It looks like you ate one sesame seed’.
That’s right, without a hundred, the seal would not be able to exert its proper power. The loosened seal would have been opened by the rampaging monster, but would have repeatedly closed again. That was the true nature of the rotu that bloomed every night.
‘The one remaining skull is kept in the Pope’s chambers. After the Pope inherits the skull, he will make a deal with the monsters with it. In exchange for releasing them from the seal, they are to obey the Pope’s word. Usually, the people who try to expose this secret are the main targets of the harat. The monsters would not appreciate it if the world found out and they were sealed up again, so they are more than willing to help.
After he finished, the elder looked around the temple with a refreshed expression. Haspel had been looking at the altar with a blank face the whole time he had been speaking. No matter how much he had just turned his back on it, he couldn’t seem to bear the shock of finding out what was really going on.
Having heard all that, Garam smashed the skull he had been tinkering with. The sudden action startled the pope and even the elders. Garam’s actions did not stop there. In a brief moment, all the skulls surrounding the altar were reduced to dust.
For a brief moment, the room flared white with blasting light. When they woke up again, there was a black hole above the altar that spewed out streaks of evil spirit.
Convinced of something on his own, Garam jumped straight into the hole before Haspel could stop him. Hesitantly, Haspel looked around at the cushions and bedding for a moment, then followed Garam. The moment he closed his eyes, Haspel was facing a huge door that he couldn’t see through.
‘I thought you were going to leave Liberton alone, but it turns out he’s a demon.”
Garam muttered, staring at the door as it slowly opened.
In fact, as he listened to the priest, Kyan had been curious. Why did they, who had so far eliminated their political enemies, not give halat only to Garam, Haspel, and the Lord of Riverton? The reason has now become clear. The reason is now clear: the true nature of halat is not based on magical elements or miracles, but on evil forces.
In order to cure the curse, Garam blessed all the inhabitants of Riverton, and the lord was one of those who received the blessing. The lord was one of the recipients of the blessing. Thanks to the blessing that cured nightmares and evil spirits, he was not harmed by Harat.
The reason why the kings of Yataluka were safe from Harath was because the gate through which the demons flowed was located in the northern Delium. If the power of the demons had been effective regardless of distance, Yatharka would have had to choose a new king every day.
Inside the huge door that was slowly opening, he saw another door. For the first time, Garam was able to understand the sealed structure of the demon. The Rotu that appeared to be floating in the sky was actually a mirage illuminating a sealed gate that was sealed in another dimension. The only way to actually get in and out of the sealed place was to use the Tono Gate instead. And in that separate dimension, there were multiple layers of giant sealing gates trapping the demons.
The reason why the empty lotu looked like a lotus flower was because the light seeping through the multiple open gates looked like a single petal each. Finally, when the anchors were perfectly aligned, the door opened completely.
‘This is …….’
‘This is Lotu.’
Responding briefly to the soulless Haspel, Garam covered him with a protective coating. Inside the light-filled gates, a black swarm crept out from the deepest depths. The eerie presence belonged to the demons that Karamur knew well. Demons with only their evil grudges, obsessions, and destructive desires left, who repeatedly cursed and enjoyed killing.
‘The soul, the smell of the soul. It smells like a strong soul.
‘I want to eat. I want it.
‘I want. I want it. Strong soul!
Garam smiled lightly at the gloomy voice, which made him happy to hear for the first time in a long time, and released his power more firmly than he had in a long time. As a powerful wave slammed the sealing door, the demons that had been creeping up on him stopped moving.
‘It’s strong. It’s too strong.
‘Run away. Get inside.’
‘Let’s wait, until it weakens. Let’s wait.
Strangely enough, the black demon backed away into the sealing door before it could do anything. Besides, it closed and locked the door, desperate to avoid the temple. She realized that the Kyaran she saw in her prey’s reflection was a threatening predator, and made an effort to protect herself.
Callum waved his hand lightly and the locked door opened as the demons walked through. It was hard to tell exactly what was going on without facial expressions, but the demons seemed to be growling in fear. As they tried to close the door again, Garam completely destroyed the sealed door. Dozens of gates shattered and scattered in the light. The demons were finally terrified in front of that atrocious power.
‘It’s trying to lock us in,’ he said.
‘Are you trying to seal us in more tightly?
The demon rambles on and on. One particularly quiet and sullen demon chuckled in its characteristic resonant voice.
‘There’s no point in sealing us up. We will be freed again when someone comes along who needs us.’
Garam denied the demon’s voice with an unexpected look.
‘Oh, you thought I was going to seal it. No.’
A brief desolation descended. Just before the desolation turned to confusion, Garam, who had been overwhelming the atmosphere as he breathed, smiled.
‘Why do you have to seal it. There’s nothing good about being freed again. They’re just going to kill us all.
After a heavy silence, one of the demons chuckled. The giggles quickly evolved into mockery, and the entire demon population began to chuckle. However, the last demon to speak instantly tore into pieces and froze. And that was the end of it.
Garam wielded his power mercilessly, not even allowing a scream. His actions were cruder than anything Garam had ever done before. Despite the fact that the blade was not aimed at him, Haspel felt his cheeks chill coldly on the hellish island before him.
Up until now, Garam had always been a kind and gentle man. Sometimes he had been cold and sharp, but he had never been this outrageous. It was as if he was looking at someone else.
Haspel dimly wondered if Garam had looked like that when he had made the mistake he had mentioned before. If that was the case, he thought, he would have to work harder to make sure that the people of this place did not provoke her wrath.
Finally, when all the demons were gone and there was nothing left, Garam looked back lightly at Haspel. Then he shrugged his shoulders.
‘Shall we go home now?”
‘And so the time of Lotu ended, and the magic moon began, and the deceitful disappeared, and the world of truth came. Don’t be fanatical about anything, have a strong belief in yourself as a human being, and be kind to all people. It’s the easiest magic you can use.”
Reading aloud from the book in his hand, Callum closed it with a buzzing sound and placed it on the table. The time was afternoon, the sun was shining, and Callum was standing alone in the Chamber of Truth in the upper levels of the Great Temple. This was the room that Haspel mainly used to write the Bible, and it was also the space where Garam lived.
The delirium outside the window looked almost unchanged, but in fact many things had changed. The most significant was the fall of the Delium cult. And the principalities that had submitted to it in the name of Harath were now scrambling to decide how to proceed.
A few remained as the principalities of Delium even though they saw the temple, but a few had a burning desire for independence. Garam had no intention of getting involved in this issue. This seems to be a repeat of Liberton.
It had been nearly a month since the incident known to the world as the ‘Judgment of Delium’.
Garam’s name had risen so high that its weight had become god-like, and comically enough, many of the Derium worshippers had been absorbed into Garam’s service, and it had ended without much turmoil. At the center of this was Haspel, who spared no effort in many areas.
However, no matter how hard he tried, there were some problems that he could not solve. For example, there was Lexion’s suicide. Many other elite enforcers who could not bear the weight of the truth took their lives in anguish. The pride and pride they felt while thinking they had done the right thing turned out to be poison and killed them.
I wonder if I did something unnecessary.
After monologuing for a while, Kyan shook his head. No matter how many times he asked himself, the answer was always the same. If the demons sealed inside Lotu had been left alone as they had said, the situation would have gotten worse, and the tragedy in Harat would have become strangely serious in the distant future.
The demons that live scattered all over the dimension have a variety of names and forms, such as demons, demons, and spirits, but one thing they all have in common is that they are beings that crave endless destruction. Similar in nature to someone he had once loathed, Garam truly hated these demons. It was this sentiment, to a certain extent, that had caused the Kyaoran, who had been hesitant to take any action, to handle it so lightly.
The suicide of Lexion and his enforcers was unfortunate, but even if they had been tricked by a pulpit in collusion with demons, the fact that they were sharp in their hands was undeniable. I wanted them to survive as well as possible, but if they couldn’t stand it and chose to die, Garam had no right to prevent it.
And not all of the executors had chosen death. There were quite a few articles that acknowledged that a new era had opened up and decided to continue living the rest of their lives as a life of obedience and reflection in this confusing world.
They continued to serve diligently and tried their best to restore the world that the Delium Order had so selfishly undermined. Although they hadn’t achieved much in the short time that had passed, they were confident and hopeful that things would gradually improve.
‘Are you sure you don’t want to go?”
Garam asked, still in the position of looking at the window. He wasn’t talking to himself. He was not talking to himself, for he had sensed a familiar presence coming up the stairs earlier. Haspel, who had just opened the door to his room and walked in, placed the book he had brought with him on the desk with both hands without any sign of surprise.
‘Yes, sir. Because there is so much to do.”
It wasn’t necessarily a good thing that Harath was gone. Taking into account the fact that the words “go to h**l if you do wrong” had become so ingrained in the human conscience that it was having even the slightest sanctioning effect, it was needless to say that the actual execution of Harat in front of his eyes was how many preliminary criminals he had planned.
Therefore, it is not surprising that now that the halat has been revealed to be entirely false, the thugs who had been holding their breath have begun to spread out.
Punishing them was part of the job, but there were many other problems as well. Haspel had a lot of work to do, from setting up a new power structure to rebuilding the religion in Kalam’s name. As the first and only minister of the Kalam religion, he needed to stay in the temple and protect the center.
‘I think you’re being too decisive.’
Although he said it jokingly, Garam’s words oozed a disappointment that he could not hide. Haspel only replied with a smile. Callum tucked his tongue lightly and picked up his satchel from where it lay at his feet. Your pass is charged, now all you have to do is leave. He had been waiting for Haspel to come with him, but now that she had refused, he had no reason to stay.
Are you going to take Cushion with you?
Haspel asked, leaning against the desk.
No, I’m going alone.
Haspel’s expression clouded with concern at the feeling the words gave him. Although he pretended to be comfortable, Haspel instinctively felt that Garam could leave everything behind and leave this world at any time. If he departs, he doesn’t know where he’ll be coming back, and if he returns, he doesn’t know when. He was a man who did not abandon his companions, so he thought that if he took Cushion with him, he might come back to that duck, but to go alone…
‘I’m going north for once.
Garam, reading Haspel’s anxiety, spoke up lightly. Haspel’s eyes widened at Garam’s words, who hadn’t let him know where he was going first. Garam shrugged at his surprised expression and added.
‘I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m also curious to see how the story I never told you is spreading. I’m sure my new book on the Bible will be out by then.
Haspel was writing the first Kalamazoo Bible, the fifth book of which had already been completed and the sixth was in the works. At first, Kyan was too embarrassed to read it, but with repeated exposure to it, he became more and more dull. Then it felt as if it was someone else’s story, not his own, and he managed to read it, but perhaps because it was quite interesting, Garam also began to prefer reading his own Bible.
I’ll write as much as I can.
Garam waved briefly to Haspel, who answered with a much lighter expression, and then jumped out of the window. As he flew northward in the high winds, he glanced back and saw Haspel staring at him, attached to the window. Because of the speed of the wind, it had quickly become the size of my finger. Laughing briefly at the sight, Callum began to fly north again.
With a cold wind, loneliness seeped into his heart. Haspel’s presence was like a light rain, drenching the light rain. Garam chuckled at the loneliness, which far exceeded his expectations.
‘Let’s just think of it as practice for being alone again.’
Garam said emphatically, but she knew it would not be as easy as she thought. She laughed in exasperation as she suddenly wondered why she was flying to North Korea. Did he want to hurry up and find a pass to get home?
Garam had a hunch that he would be back sooner than he thought, and he increased the speed of his flight.