Chapter: 733
As a connection formed between Risianne and Jangsaeng, Risianne’s attitude completely changed.
She knelt politely, both hands neatly resting on her thighs. It was as if she were the junior welcoming a superior, and I almost let out a sigh.
“This intense aura of death… Surely, you must be one of their apostles.”
Nope.
“I thought you came here with Enen’s lackeys to hunt me down, but it seems you’re here to rescue me!”
I said, “No,” again.
“But it’s strange. I’m sensing not only the energy of death but also that of Enen and several others—more than ten.”
Seeing Risianne tilt her head, I bit my lip.
‘More than ten.’
Just the divine energy residing in me consists of Enen, Eternal Azure Sky, and Constantina—three distinct energies I’m well aware of.
But over ten? Given that Risianne can feel Jangsaeng’s energy, the owners of those energies must be clear.
‘Worry and sin.’
The eleven holy beings that have fully settled as our household pets. Yet during the religious wars, they ruled under the heinous names of Worry and Sin.
It seems their energies have clung to me.
‘They said there’s no divine essence anymore.’
It’s bizarre. Eternal Azure Sky made it clear that the holy essence of those wretched beings has completely vanished; they can no longer gather divinity. In fact, they’ve long degenerated into mere playthings for our kids.
Could it be that Eternal Azure Sky just made a mistake, as usual? But that doesn’t explain why the Dawn Sect’s priests haven’t reacted either. If I projected a sinister aura, the Four Kings’ Punishment Unit would’ve turned into the Execution Unit by now.
So, could it be that Risianne, a priest of death, discovered Jangsaeng’s traces?
‘That’s the only explanation.’
The Dawn Sect may be clueless, but only the Four Kings would recognize such energy. The more I think about it, the more it seems like Risianne’s connection to death allows for this possibility.
At least it’s a relief. If I can keep Risianne’s mouth shut, there’d be no crazy talk like, “The Minister of Inspection is a servant of death!”
‘Let’s handle this.’
And the most sure-fire way to keep her mouth shut in this world is to turn her to dust. Decomposing Risianne back into ashes and dust should also wipe away that ghastly title of being a servant of death.
After all, I’m on vacation to eliminate the Four Kings, and even if they look ordinary, I have no reason to hold back.
With my resolve firm, I raised my sword, and Risianne blinked at me with wide eyes.
“Apostle?”
“Who’s the apostle here?”
I’m a blessed one of the Dawn Sect. This damn heretic.
I had underestimated the name of the Four Kings.
The tales of heads cut off and hearts pierced were likely an overly polished version of history.
“Indeed, you are an apostle close to death! In the past, I’ve never seen a warrior as strong as you! Even Berlo had a wicked holy power and formidable skills, but he couldn’t compare to you in raw strength!”
With her head still somewhat intact, Risianne sparkled at me as she babbled.
‘Damn.’
I had to hold the back of my neck at that bizarre sight.
I truly, truly wanted to exhaust every means to take care of Risianne. I’d aimed for decapitation, pierced her heart dozens of times, severed her limbs, and torn her body to shreds. Yet, she just casually recovered.
I even considered whether the head was the source of her recovery, and smashed it, but the fragments slowly gathered and reformed. Even turning it into powder didn’t do the trick.
So, I even unleashed a heavenly strike. I executed it with all my might, like I was facing Kagan, Tala, or Dorgon…
‘Why isn’t she dead?’
Even after being hit head-on by the heavenly strike, Risianne remained unharmed.
To be precise, she sparkled into a fine dust and then began to coalesce back together.
“How did you even lose, anyway?”
Eventually, I couldn’t hold back the rising questions as I attacked Risianne again and again.
How did the saint Berlo manage to deal with Risianne? No matter how favored the saint was by Enen, could he display the destructive power to offset this insane recovery? Isn’t it the case that the presence of holy power is crucial in eliminating the Four Kings?
“Oh, is that what you’re asking?”
Risianne, now partially restored to her chest, frowned slightly.
“To be honest, I was confident I wouldn’t lose, but conversely, I wasn’t sure I could defeat Berlo. Rather than that, I thought it would be better to die and forgo recovery while waiting for the future.”
“Waiting for the future?”
“Just as I chose this path seeking the remnants of death, I believed that someday, a junior would emerge to follow in my footsteps. Then, wouldn’t they resurrect me to open a new world together? The sect that could barely manage with just me would now have to face two priests of death.”
With that, Risianne smiled brightly as she looked up at me.
“I never expected my junior would be you, but this is even better.”
‘Sh*t.’
I shut my eyes to the horrifying truth that was beyond my imagination. The Four Kings hadn’t lost to the sect. The saint hadn’t triumphed over the Four Kings.
Risianne had merely forfeited due to her own frustrations, gaining a win by default.
‘How the hell do I kill her now?’
The saint, known as Enen’s son, couldn’t kill the Four Kings. It seems unlikely that I could kill them now.
Moreover, doesn’t Risianne currently mistake me for Jangsaeng’s apostle? Even if I’m stuck to her, she doesn’t seem to have any intention of meeting a self-imposed end like 800 years ago.
‘…Wait a minute.’
Thinking back on it, Risianne chose a last stand believing a junior would resurrect her, but how did she come back without a junior?
‘Could it be?’
While I stared vacantly at Risianne, a troubling possibility emerged.
When Jangsaeng, who had been sealed, entered the world, Jangsaeng was still precariously maintaining the essence of death. Could it be that the death energy that spread across the world stimulated the dormant Risianne? Perhaps her resurrection was only feasible because that energy was so faint?
It’s a theory I’d rather hope was wrong, yet it’s also the most likely explanation. If it wasn’t a mere junior but the essence of death itself had reached her, it wouldn’t be strange for Risianne to resurrect.
‘Damn you, Jangsaeng.’
I imagined Jangsaeng, who would be getting laundry done for the triplets in the mansion.
You wretched fool. You caused this mess because you can’t manage your own energy properly!
“Excuse me, Apostle.”
“I’m not an apostle.”
“Then, how about Senior?”
In an instant, my head tightened. Who would’ve thought I’d hear “Senior” from a figure from 800 years ago? Since stepping into this cursed dungeon, I’ve experienced unthinkable things.
“It seems my abilities have been verified; I should be allowed to serve death, right?”
“What?”
“As you’ve just seen, there’s likely no more useful servant than me. Surely, death would be pleased, and wouldn’t everyone be happy if I went to serve death?”
With that statement, I turned Risianne’s head back into a head.
What kind of nonsense am I listening to here?
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