How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 68

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How to Replace Your Dad

 

Chapter 68

 

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The Irregulars poured in after breaking through the barrier.

 

It was said to be a collaboration between Ros and Yuise.

 

“I guess it was good that we brought Ros along.”

 

“He was incredible. Matap said it would take three days, but he solved it in just one day.”

 

Charlie from Antonio’s Unit, who was assigned to guard me, smiled brightly.

 

“But what’s with that flag?”

 

Is it okay for an assassination squad to charge in so flashily?

 

When I made that expression, Charlie answered.

 

“It means we’re going to advance, so civilians who don’t want to get caught up in it should run away.”

 

“Wow, that’s cool. Who thought of that?”

 

“It was Miliano, one of the Elite.”

 

What a good person.

 

Maybe I’ll get to meet him someday?

 

I’m looking forward to the future.

 

And right now, I’m looking forward to the money.

 

I watched the Irregulars’ battle.

 

Yuise, who was providing rear support with sorcery, frowned.

 

“Are you not doing this properly?”

 

The target of Yuise’s words was Antonio.

 

Antonio, who had been energetic when the battle started, was now casually flinging enemies around with a lukewarm expression, whoosh, whoosh.

 

Even after being scolded by Yuise, Antonio remained dejected.

 

He looked almost like a large dog that had its food bowl taken away.

 

Finally, Yuise shouted.

 

“What are you complaining about!”

 

“The sect leader was decent, so I thought the other guys would be pretty good too. How boring…”

 

The members of Antonio’s Unit giggled.

 

“He still hasn’t gotten rid of his old habits.”

 

“Do you miss the Colosseum?”

 

Antonio was said to have been a slave gladiator in the Colosseum.

 

Besides their leader, Antonio’s Unit was mostly made up of Colosseum veterans.

 

The members of Antonio’s Unit who had seen him during his gladiator days said:

 

“He fought like a madman, I tell you.”

 

“Back then Antonio was very young, but even adults didn’t want to face him.”

 

“It was a bit scary how he would grin while covered in blood.”

 

The oldest and most dignified member of Antonio’s Unit said:

 

“He enjoyed combat. After becoming a leader, he prioritizes missions and his unit members, so he doesn’t get such opportunities.”

 

The fight with Abel seemed to have stimulated Antonio’s instincts.

 

‘It was indeed impressive.’

 

In comparison, the other soldiers of Yemyeongoe were pathetic.

 

It was natural since the followers had been forced to take on these roles.

 

The decent soldiers had already been wiped out once when I tricked them by saying ‘the gold is in San Miguel’ and sent them away.

 

On top of that…

 

“Saint! It’s the Saint!”

 

“Saint!”

 

There were even those who recognized me and immediately prostrated themselves.

 

This was because I had revealed my identity to the followers with grandmother’s help at the castle.

 

So many lost their fighting spirit upon seeing me that they were no match.

 

Yuise looked frustrated.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just Yuise who felt that way.

 

“Eek…!”

 

“Can’t, can’t do it! Can’t do it! I don’t want to die!”

 

Even the Yemyeongoe soldiers who had been fighting began to flee in terror.

 

The one leading the soldiers shouted, but it was useless.

 

The Irregulars and I passed through the castle gate just like that.

 

Yuise pointed her sword at a Yemyeongoe soldier who was screaming and running away.

 

“Let’s make this easy. Where is the High Priest?”

 

“The, the watchtower… at the watchtower…”

 

The soldier released from Yuise’s grasp collapsed with a thud.

 

He was so terrified that he nearly wet himself.

 

I looked toward the watchtower.

 

Familiar silhouettes could be seen at the top of the watchtower.

 

It was the High Priest and the high-ranking priests.

 

[Members of the dawn. Take up your swords. Eliminate the barbaric invaders.]

 

The High Priest’s voice echoed widely like thunder.

 

“He does all sorts of things.”

 

That was Antonio’s comment.

 

Then the Clan Leader said:

 

“Start being cautious.”

 

“Against something like that?”

 

“If they form barriers with their bodies and charge while having swallowed explosives, our members will start taking damage too.”

 

“They’d do such crazy things?”

 

“Those armed with the madness called faith have nothing to fear.”

 

The Clan Leader was right.

 

The followers recognized me and backed down, but if they risked death, the situation would change.

 

Because their numbers were truly overwhelming.

 

The followers came out to their windows after hearing the commotion to check the situation.

 

There were so many that every window of the castle appeared completely black.

 

However, fortunately, the followers were in chaos.

 

“Attack those who came with the Saint?”

 

“Wh, why…?”

 

“The Saint is supposed to be our salvation, so for what reason on earth…”

 

The followers couldn’t move.

 

[Attack! The Saint has been deceived by Teretsa’s cunning tricks and lost her reason! Cut down and kill the snake of Teretsa that lies within the Saint’s belly!]

 

‘Now that he’s desperate, he’s just spouting anything.’

 

It would be troublesome if the followers started believing those words.

 

“Yuise.”

 

When I called, he approached me.

 

Yuise placed his hand on the ground.

 

Character strings spreading from his fingertips surrounded the ground where I stood.

 

I opened my mouth.

 

[The High Priest has deceived everyone. What he has taught until now is all lies.]

 

“What?”

 

“What…!”

 

The followers were greatly shocked.

 

Of course, the High Priest didn’t stay quiet either.

 

[Do not be deceived! That is the word of a wicked snake speaking through the Saint’s mouth!]

 

[The High Priest was not satisfied with just extorting the followers’ wealth and labor until now, but has also taken their lives. Think of those who disappeared without warning.]

 

[Don’t believe them! I fed you and gave you shelter…!]

 

[You fed us and sheltered us in bug-infested places for money? Even vacation season price gouging would be better than you, mister.]

 

[A comfortable bed with hope for tomorrow…!]

 

[What kind of conscience made you add ‘comfortable’ as an adjective?]

 

[Shut up!]

 

The High Priest’s and my speeches ended up becoming a shouting match.

 

The High Priest huffed angrily.

 

The disciples looked back and forth between me and the High Priest with bewildered expressions.

 

‘I need to buy more time.’

 

I looked at the Clan Leader.

 

The Clan Leader pulled out a pocket watch from his coat.

 

After checking the time, he nodded.

 

‘Good.’

 

I shouted.

 

[I will show you proof of divinity.]

 

I pointed to the sky.

 

Then people’s gazes followed my fingertip upward.

 

Light poured out from the mountain ridge behind the castle.

 

It soon spread across the sky.

 

The light swam through the sky like a veil.

 

“Wow…”

 

Someone among the disciples let out an enchanted gasp.

 

Something appeared within the veil of light.

 

Wearing a himation over armor, with six wings…!

 

…It was Roslin.

 

That’s right.

 

This was a scam.

 

“An angel!”

 

“An angel has descended!”

 

The disciples shouted in great excitement.

 

Where would Ros be, who had dispelled the barrier with Yuise?

 

For this performance, he had been diligently installing magical devices on the mountain ridge and keeping Roslin floating in the air.

 

Yuise whispered.

 

“How did you make her float?”

 

“We connected a wire from the mountaintop to the castle top and hung her on it.”

 

Like riding a zipline.

 

The fixation was done with magic.

 

‘When I tried to make her float with magic, the mana consumption was enormous.’

 

We had already poured mana into the light effects, so if we also handled the floating, the people performing that ‘descent’ might have died.

 

Shooting light like that wasn’t just for the entrance scene.

 

It was to make the wire invisible.

 

And it had to stay invisible during the exit too.

 

Flash—!

 

Intense light spread once more.

 

And when people opened their eyes again, Roslin had disappeared.

 

‘She rode the zipline down.’

 

As soon as Roslin descended, we pulled and disposed of the wire.

 

The disciples who had been watching all this burst into cheers.

 

‘I told you. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.’

 

Fight a heretical sect with heretical sect methods.

 

It means fight fraud with fraud.

 

The disciples prostrated themselves.

 

And they shouted while reaching toward the sky.

 

“Ah, our God!”

 

“We believe! We believe!”

 

There were even those who wept with emotion.

 

But then laughter that shook the heavens burst forth.

 

[How ridiculous. You thought to deceive the disciples by presenting a fake, but it’s useless. A real angel who guards the dawn shall descend.]

 

“What?”

 

“What’s that supposed to mean now?”

 

The unit members looked puzzled.

 

Whiiiiing—!

 

A strange sound comes from somewhere.

 

The sky rumbled loudly.

 

It wasn’t just magic amplifying the High Priest’s voice.

 

A strong wind blows in.

 

Birds sensing the omen of crisis flap their wings roughly and leave the mountain.

 

Just like… when Abel went berserk.

 

And what appeared in the sky was a giant sphere with six wings.

 

It was rimmed with gold, and both the rim and the sphere’s main body were covered in strangely patterned fur.

 

Eventually, it settled in mid-air and stopped moving.

 

And at that moment…

 

Whiiing—!

 

With another strange vibration, the furry parts began splitting open all at once.

 

“…!”

 

“…?!”

 

They were all eyes.

 

Pupils moved strangely in what seemed like hundreds of eyes.

 

The sphere soon split horizontally.

 

The inside was shaped like a human oral cavity.

 

The sphere spoke.

 

“People of God, raise your heads.”

 

The High Priest burst into loud laughter.

 

[Is this not the angel described in the scriptures!]

 

“…”

 

[True divinity incomparable to fakes!]

 

“…”

 

They must have made it following the scriptures.

 

The description is identical.

 

It’s identical, but…

 

[Everyone follow the angel. We must cut out the serpent that has possessed the Saint’s body…]

 

Perhaps noticing the disciples’ strange reaction, the High Priest hesitated.

 

That was the moment.

 

“Aaaahhh—!!”

 

“Kyaaahhh!!”

 

“It’s a monster!”

 

“Uwahhh—!!!”

 

The disciples began fleeing in terror.

 

[What… why…]

 

Is it because fakes are originally more obsessed with reality?

 

They made it too identical.

 

“Right, they should have done it moderately like me.”

 

I made a pitying expression.

 

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The High Priest was flustered.

 

‘This isn’t right.’

 

He had perfectly expressed the appearance of an angel from the scriptures.

 

Instead of shedding tears in admiration at the divinity witnessed with their own eyes, why were they running away?

 

Even the high-ranking priests were turning their heads with troubled expressions.

 

“When it activated and opened its eyes, it looked more… how should I put it, its appearance was…”

 

Just as one of the high-ranking priests was muttering.

 

A low voice came from behind.

 

“You’ve awakened something troublesome.”

 

It was Abel.

 

He who never came forward even when called had somehow personally made his way here.

 

“Sect Leader…!”

 

The high-ranking priests bowed their waists.

 

The High Priest frowned.

 

“This is nothing for you to concern yourself with.”

 

A sect leader who would be replaced anyway.

 

Since the angel’s appearance seemed overwhelming, they could just modify it into human form.

 

And then replace Abel.

 

‘That one is a failure.’

 

There was no need to keep a weapon that wouldn’t obey.

 

Indeed, something without self-awareness would be better to handle.

 

The angel used Abel’s blood and mana.

 

‘So it should be able to easily defeat Abel…’

 

“It’s going to go berserk.”

 

He flinched at Abel’s words.

 

‘Berserk?’

 

That couldn’t be.

 

He had injected sufficient ‘meals’ into the angel.

 

So it would never…

 

‘Wait.’

 

Both Abel’s and the angel’s meals were prepared by Carmen.

 

Abel had eaten earlier than the scheduled time.

 

He thought she had caught waste outside the castle.

 

‘What if she had diverted the angel’s meal to give to Abel?’

 

The High Priest flinched and looked back at the angel.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Yustea and Antonio came running up the stairs leading to the top of the watchtower.

 

Yustea shouted.

 

“What is that thing? Why is it about to go berserk?”

 

“…!”

 

“You’re planning to blow up the entire castle! …No, you didn’t know.”

 

Seeing the High Priest’s pale face, Yustea realized and grabbed her forehead.

 

Yustea knew what level Abel’s rampage would be.

 

The entire area would be blown away.

 

Not just the disciples, but even the Irregulars.

 

Yustea looked at Abel.

 

“Isn’t there a way? If this place gets blown away, you won’t be intact either.”

 

Abel looked at the angel with languid eyes.

 

The rampage wasn’t far off.

 

“The only way is to inject meals.”

 

Saying that, Abel grabbed the High Priest’s nape.

 

The High Priest was startled and asked Abel.

 

“What, what are you doing… Sect Leader, why are you…?”

 

His heart pounded violently with anxiety.

 

His hands and feet trembled.

 

‘Surely… surely this isn’t going to…’

 

“Sect, Sect Leader, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but please let go of this…”

 

As he stammered, the angel’s mouth opened again.

 

“Geu, geuguk, kkeu, geugeugeugeuk.”

 

The rampage was beginning.

 

Abel grabbed the High Priest’s nape and threw him toward the angel.

 

“High, High Priest!”

 

“High Priest…!”

 

The high-ranking priests were startled and ran to the railing.

 

But it was already too late.

 

The High Priest had entered the angel’s mouth.

 

“Aaaaak—!”

 

The sharp death cry soon faded.

 

With a crunching sound, the angel’s mouth closed.

 

The high-ranking priests collapsed right there.

 

Even seeing the high-ranking priests with their mouths agape like people who had lost their souls, Abel remained expressionless.

 

He only muttered.

 

“Not much use.”

 

Yustea ran over and grabbed the railing, looking up at the angel.

 

‘It’s going to explode soon.’

 

If it came to this, there was no choice.

 

She quickly turned her head to look at Abel.

 

“Do you want to eat tiramisu again?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then help me. You can fly, right?”

 

“…So?”

 

Yustea clung tightly to Abel’s waist.

 

Around that time, Yuise and the Clan Leader who had climbed to the top of the watchtower frowned.

 

“What is that thing?”

 

“The Clan Leader shouldn’t see this. …I don’t really want to see it either.”

 

When the Clan Leader spoke as if chewing his words, Yustea hugged Abel’s waist tightly and shouted.

 

“Go toward the angel!”

 

“…”

 

“What are you doing, hurry!”

 

Abel quietly looked at Yustea.

 

No one had ever tried to touch his body.

 

Especially after seeing the mist he wielded.

 

But why was this one hugging him?

 

‘Strange kid.’

 

“Quickly.”

 

One thing was clear.

 

This child has incredible nerve.

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